Little comrade: a tale of the great war

Both were a little sad, for this was their last meal together. Though they had known each other less than a fortnight, they had become fast friends. They had been thrown togethe...

AS Stewart ate his breakfast next morning, he smiled at his absurd fears of the night before. In the clear light of day, Bloem’s talk of war seemed mere foolishness. War! Nonsen...

STEWART, following his porter, was engulfed in the human tide which had been beating clamorously against the gates, and which surged forward across the platform as soon as they...

STEWART, awakening from the contemplation of this poignant drama--one of thousands such enacting at that moment all over Europe--realized that he was lingering unduly and hasten...

STEWART, standing petrified, collar in hand, thrilling with the warmth of that caress, was conscious that his free arm had dropped about the woman’s waist, and that she was cudd...

Stewart was about to reach into his pocket and produce it, when he remembered his companion’s suggestion. So he felt in one pocket after another without result, while the German...

“There! there!” he said. “We’ll soon be all right!” and as he turned swiftly and reached out his arms to grope for her, it seemed to him that she walked right into them.

THE vision of that dark hair rippling down as she drew out pin after pin held Stewart entranced. And the curve of her uplifted arms was also a thing to be remembered! But what w...

THE knocking seemed to shake the house, so violent it was, so insistent; and Stewart, petrified, stood staring numbly. But his companion was quicker than he. In an instant she h...

ONE look at that disfigured countenance imprinted it indelibly on Stewart’s memory--the blue eyes staring horribly upward from under the shattered forehead, the hair matted with...

A SAVAGE voice behind them shouted, “Halt!” and then a bullet sang past and a rifle went off with a noise like a cannon--or so it seemed to Stewart; then another and another. It...

THE sound of cannonading grew fiercer and fiercer, as they advanced, and the undertone of rifle fire more perceptible. It was evident that the Germans were rapidly getting more...

THE mist of early evening had settled over the river and wiped away every vestige of the army, save the flaring lights of the camp-kitchens and the white lamps of the motors; bu...

NEVER will Stewart forget the stark horror of that instant; never afterward did he think of it without a shudder. It was one of those instants--fortunately few--which stamp them...

HE was beside her in an instant, his arm around her, raising her. He scarcely heard the guns; he scarcely heard the whistle of the bullets; he knew only, as he knelt there in th...

WHEN Stewart opened his eyes again it was to find himself looking up into a good-humored face, which he did not at first recognize. It was brown and dirty, there was a three-day...