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was a journalist—and the Evening News reader well knows the initials of his name—who lately sat down to write a story.

course his story had to be about the war; there are no other stories nowadays. And so he wrote of English soldiers who, in the dusk on a field of France, faced the sullen mass of the on-coming Huns. They were few against fearful odds, but, as they sent the breech-bolt home and aimed and fired, they became aware that