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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

The machine guns did wonderful work. The
colonel came to tell us about it. He said it was very fine." There was
no sign of tears in her eyes, nor tremor in her voice, only tenderness
and pride.
"And your mother is alone now?" inquired Barry.
"Oh, we gave up our house to the government for a hospital. You see,
father was in munitions. He's too old for active service, and mother is
matron in the hospital. She was very unwilling that I should come over
here. She said I was far too young, but of course that's quite nonsense.
So you see, we are all in it."
"It is perfectly amazing," said Barry. "You British women are
wonderful!"
The brown eyes opened a little wider.
"Wonderful? Why, what else could we do? But the Canadians! I think
they're wonderful, coming all this way to fight."
"I can't see that," said Barry. "That's what that old naval boy at
Devonport said, but I can't see that it's anything wonderful that we
should fight for our Empire."
"Devonport! A naval officer!" The girl lost her calm.


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