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FOREWORD r the Top" is a true | f trench warfare on noh Trent, written by ] soldier who > the great war two | i ahead of his country. "' \ Empey tells what Ihting men have done t they have done it ! he was them. His expert* we grim, but they are , and they are t " y a delightful touch of

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CHAPTER I. —1— it Mufti to Khaki. B an office la Jersey Oty. ^ at tny dcak talkies to t at the Jersey National ) the «an vey a Ms war It*0 «ith Tartously colored | ah owl oc the position of the u front > In front of me on the desk |- fork paper with Ms Barlns SUNK! AMERICAN „ive» uom s wetc open and a fed- * perraded the air. f open «1ndovs cane the | bnrdj- snrdy ploylar In the e Uy Boy to Be

Jl frnltless Inquiries of J decided to so do my own In ■Math of Ttflned btiUdlns* mod

jMSrted

Court road. Recroltlns porters ererysrhere. The one that Impreaaed me most was a Ufe-sitc picture of Lord Kltefatpq.' irltf his linger pololln« directly at me. under'the capddn of “Tour Kins'and Country Need Too." No manre which tray I turned, the nccntln* flbeer followed me. I was an AnxMcan. in mum. rad had a little Americau flay In the lapel of my coat. I had no kins, and my country had seen lit not to n^ed me, but still that pointing Anger made me feel small and in nt case. I ret off the bit* to try to dlsalfttfe this feeling by mixing Mtl. the throng of the sidewalk*. itly I came to a recruiting ®f- ! flee, inside, ■mint nt a desk r-a* a. lonel* Tommy Atkina. 1 decided to Interview him In regard to Joining the Brit 1st army. I opened the door. He looked up lod greeted me irtth “I «>. my te. want to tyke on?" I looked at him and answered. “Well, whatever that la. Ill take a chance

nt tt"

Without the aid of an Interpreter. I found out that Tommy wanted to know If I cared t” Join the Britlah army. He naked me: “Wd you ever hear of the Iloyal FnMlIcnr Well. In London, you know. Tanka are supposed to know everything. »o I was not going to appear Ignorant and answered. “Sure." After listening for one half-hour to Tommy’s rale of their exploits on the firing’line, I decided to Jo'n. Tommy took me to the recruiting h< ndqoartens. where ! met a typical English captain. He naked my nationality. I Immediately polled out my American passport It to him. It was signed

r roll of the i. as I think they will B the course of a few daya.'' 1 ourselves till late In the ’ teie-

I over to New York, and as

to take the

Brooklyn, the lights ti< the ■ of New Tork seemed to I brighter than asoal. as if I read “Lnsltanls Sunk! g with anger and righteous d their rays wigwagged

ge. “Bepay?"

. the telegrams lying t covered with du

k Lives I

I I am leaving for Mngiand ■ ” and hung up the receiver, t swung around In his *red at me in blank astrnsinking aeusaUofi came t I defiantly son .red his WN1. it's an. I'm going.”

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Ouy Empey. by Lansing. After looking at the passport, be Informed me that be was sorry but could not enlist me. as ft would be a breach of neutrality. I Instated that I was not neutral, because to me tt seemed that a real American could not bo neutral when big things were In progress, bnt the captain would not enlist me. With disgust in my heart I went out la the street. I had gone rboot a block when a recruiting sergeant who had followed me out of the office tapped me on the shoulder with his swagger stick and aald: "Syr. I can get yoe la the army. We have a *leftenant* down at the other office who ran do anything. He has Just come o«t of the O. T. C. (Offers’ Training corps) and doee not know whnt neutrality ls.“ I decided to take a chance, and accepted his Invitation for an Introduction to the lieutenant. 1 entered the office and went op to him. opened up my passport and add: “Bsfore going further I wish to State lhit I am an American, not too proud to fight, and want to Join your army." He looked at me In a nonchalant manner, sod answered. That’s all tight: we take anything over here " I looked «t Mm kind of hard and replied. "So I notice." bnt It went over his bead. He got out an enlistment blank, sad placing bis finger oo a blank line said. “Sign here." 1 answered. “Not on y-mr tintype." “I ht* yoor pardon T Tbes 1 explained to him that I would not Min It without first reading tt. I

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I was taken before the doctor and .passed as physically fit. and was Issued a uniform. When I reported back to the illeutenant. be suggested that, being an American, I go on recruiting service and try to shame some of the slackers into Joining the army." “AU yon have to do." be said. “Is to Ct> out on the street sod when you aae a young fellow in mufti who looks phyMcsIly fit Jiwt stop him and gtra him this kind of a talk: 'Aren’t yon ashamed of yonrsslf. a Britisher, physically fit. and In mufti when your king and cojntry need yon? Don’t yon know that your country hr at war and that the place foe every young Briton the firing line? Here I am. an

thousand mile* to fight for your king and country, and you. as yet have not enlisted. Why don’t yon Join? Now Is the time.’ “This argument ought to ge’ many recruits. Empey. so go out and see what yon can do." He then gave me a small rosette of red. whits and bine ribbon, with three little streamers hanging down. This was the recruiting Insignia and wn* to be worn on the left side of the cap Armed with a swagger stick and my patriotic rosette. I went out Into Tottenham Court road in quest of cannon fodder. Two or •hree pooriy. dressed dvllians passed me. and although they appeared physically fit. I said to myself, don’t want to Join the army: . i they have no oo them foe support.’ cost them. Coming down the street I saw a young dandy, top bat sud all. with a fashionably dressed girt walking beside him. I muttered. “Ton are my meat." and when be came abreast of me I stepped directly In his path and stopped him with my swagger stick, saying: Too would look One In khaki; why not change that top hat for a steel helmet? Aren’t yon ashamed of yourself. s bosky young chap like you In mufti when men are needed in the trenches? Here I am. an American, come four thousand miles from Ogden. Utah, Just outside of Nei. York, to fight for your king and country. Don’t be a slacker, bock up and get Into uniform : come over U> the recruiting office and HI bare yon enlisted." He yawned and answered, T don’t care If yon came forty thousand mill*, no one asked yon to." and he walked on. The girl gave me a sneering look;

I recruited for three weeks and ae:vrly got one recruit. This perhaps was not the greatest stunt In the world, but 11 got back mt the officer who had told me. Tea, we take anything over here." i had Seer spending s good lot of my recruiting time la the saloon bar of the Wheat Sheaf pub (there wsa a Tory attractive blonde barmaid, who helped kill time— I vAs not as seriour In those days as I waa a Utile later when L reached the front)—well. It was tbs sixth day

HIS,LABORS ENDED People’s Acclaim of Washington at Their Hero Journeyed to Annapolis to Lay

Down His Sword. Teaa written for th« i

I was getting low In the pocket—bnimaids haven't much use fen anyone wh' cannot buy drinks—so I look'd around for recruiting material. Toe know a man on recruiting service grt« a *hob" or shilling tor every recruit he entices Into Joining the army. t>recrult is supposed to get this, but be would not be a recruit If be were wise to this fact would he? Down at the end of the bar was a young fellow In mufti who was verv patriotic—be had about four "OM Sir" ales aboard. He asked me If h ■ could Join, showed me his left liami two fingers were missing, but I nai l that did not matter as “we take anj thing over here.' The left hand ltbe rifle hand as the piece Is carried at the slope on the left shoulder. Nearly everything In England Is “by the left." even general traffic keeps to the

port side.

I took the applicant over to headquarters, where he was hurriedly ex ■mined. Recruiting surgeons were busy In those days and did not have much time for thorough physical exam ;nations. My recruit was passed a* “fit" by the doctor and turned over «< a corporal to make note of bla sear*. I was mystified. Suddenly the corporal burst out with. “BMme me. two of his fingers are gone " Turning to me he said. Tou certainly have your nerve with yon. not ’alf you ain't, to bring this beggar In." The doctor came over and exploded. "What do you mean by bringing In a man In this condition?" Looking out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the officer who had recruited me had Joined the group, and I could not help answering. "Well. sir. I was told that you took anything over

In training quarters, ■

the big gun* beaming and makes the acquaintance of the "ceotms." Read about tela experiences la the next Installment

<TO BE CuXTlhX'iai;

.the! He sal iNtw Tor

In Virginia's early day* communication with the mother .-cuntry waa. <‘f course. whpUy by ships, and when onr was expected the colonists were all eagerness for the news from home. On the occasion of one. it may have been the first, of a certain Captain Newport*» expected return from England. at or near the place now hearing hi* name a large number of perwr-s collected to receive “Newport's nt.»>.'‘ Hence tb* nstoe. now shortened to It' j-rvaew form.

r ff/S roadside sings again today— Here sphere the barren branches sway ind keen December rinds sweep by Beneath a cold and arure dry— The old road echoes to some tread Of morning in a vanished hour When here the red-cheeked courier sped. ±nd here the young land"s pride and flower Of glory end achievement come To add fresh glory to his name. The villages had all come out. To hear the neme, to watch about To catch some glimpse far up the

way

Of Washington—who from the fray. And from the council and the rrest. Was riding down his rword to lay Once more upon his country's breast— WhQ* he stepped back to that erect

rut

He yearned for. Yonder sounds a call! A bugle's note, mayhap (he fall Of hone-hoofs on the old State road— From every hamlet and abode Men. women, children, hurry forth: The wind it event, though west by north. And keen with that sharp chill that comes When on the hill the partridge drums. This way they look, this way and that! Then’ll know him by his coat and

hat:

They've seen his fact in pictures, so There won't be any doubt they'll know: But deep within their hearts they

sigh

j They'll know him by his forthright

eye.

| His noble mien, his lofty frame, ' His fitting in with road and sky ' As nature fits all great forms tin, * And signs the portrait uvth her j The y sag folk chatter, smile and grin. i The Ad arc prone to be severe.

And stretch each vortice of the ear To catch that first sharp clicking sound Of the stage coach thundering on its

way.

The hoof-beat on the froten ground Thai knows the kind of tune to play. Some in small groups together drawn naif cn the green bench of a lawn. And these—»n somewise more sedate— The wisdom of his ad debate. One rises who defends the sire Of his great land, and tows with ire 'Tis only a great man's way, indeed, To give up lofty place, secede From honors of such high degree. Putting ambition aside, and fame. Upon the altar whence they came— His country's heart—and stepping

dowr

From all the lure of high renown. Take his old place in life again. One with all kindred gentlemen! Some teB the story of his trip. While others hark with hanging

lip—

That parting at old Frounces inn With those who'd been his aids at

war.

Tears in his eyes, and t'n his heart That aching that (hey feel who part IttlA .vmrades and with friends vho’oe spent Hours with them in the battlement Of life, of fate, of hopes and dreams. And brave aJrenturings long before. Then to the barge they see him go .41 Whitehall Ferry, bowing low In all that stately form of grace .41 each bowed hi ad and tear-stained

face.

And then that silent, sweet adieu At Paul"* Hr ok—sad words and

few.

A silent saving of the hand Back to his high and faithful band. Then with his face set hither— strong ^ In the high purpose he lad made To heed no imploring of the throng But lay at his country’s feet his blade.

I Then the triumphant jaunt begun— 1 Those days of journeying in the sun; The plaudits of a nation's best Poured round him at each stopping

place.

And on the roads from mile to mile Always some patriot in whose

breast

Inviolate tort had left its trace. . i 'oming to bow by the road he'd take ?fiJ kits the mid groan 1 * for his dear sake. I'hiladslpkian's loud accLim. Then Baltimore—her royal bounty found as 'tsras never poured bef. rc.

By every county seat and county— To pay due homage to hie name, And give him a welcome at thie door Of Maryland he’d remember long At life should last or dreams prolong Their memories tn his noble soul. Then once again the coach wheels roll. He's coming—dr--n the Oeneral's Way! The old State road is God's today! God’s—and beneath his sparkling God's and the General Washington! Ten mUes beyond the cross roads lias The capital; o’er yonder rise The Severn smiles 'neaih azure skies, TV A err Indian Landing sleeps beside The murmuring music of that tide. Whose song—as light as beauty— cheers The silvering romance of the years. He'll pass here soon; and this way rings The music of the mom! Had kings Such love from those they rule as he— Ah well, what kingdoms we should see! But he has struck down kings; his sword Had fought for freedom and the Lord. .4mi now the cross roads teems with life. The hour hoc come, the keen wind"s knife Is cutting under skin and bone. But who cares for the cold—that lone. Grave figure shall rewarm each heart! An echo; set how sharp ears start. It is the General—hooray! And down the General's Highway The yeomen who hate seen him pass Follow in cheering groups—one mass Of burning and of patriot teal To be first followers at his heel. It is the General—hooray! This roadside sings again today. This nation sings, its heart stm bowed Before him in those dreams that crowd. The moving canvas of the years. There, like a peer among his peers. The vision looms again, and he Stands in that room we still may see. One hand behind his back, and one Ijttying that rword his bravery won Upon the table. A shaft of light Across the senate chamber steals; .4 prelate in the foreground kneels. .1 consecrated hour, indeed. That hour of high, real ted need, That nolle and immortal act—Its spirit gleaming above its fad. It* soul of beauty so made one With ike high soul of Washington!