Prev | Current Page 502 | Next

Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

"I happen to know about it," he continued,
while Barry was reading his telegram, "and say, if I can be of any
assistance, I shall be very glad. It's a step up, you see. I have no
doubt it can be put through quite easily and quickly, and I believe the
step is coming to you."
Barry stood with his eyes upon the dispatch. It was an offer of a
hospital appointment at the base, and carried with it his majority.
"I have no doubt the missus will be pleased, eh?" said the general with
a grin.
Barry pulled out a letter from his pocket, opened it and handed it to
the general, pointing to a paragraph. The general took it and read,
"And Barry, dear, remember that though you have a wife now, your duty to
your country is still your first duty. I would hate that any thought of
me should make it harder for you to carry on."
The general folded up the letter, put it slowly into its envelope, and
handed it back to Barry.
"I know her," he said simply. "I should expect nothing else from her.
You are a lucky dog, but, of course," he added, with a swift glance at
Barry's face, "some one must take that job.


Pages:
490 491 492 493 494 495 496 497 498 499 500 501 502 503 504 505 506 507 508 509 510 511 512 513 514