of
Roses in Greenwald that June of 1918. Phoebe regretted the fact, for she
felt that even in a war-racked world, with the multiple duties and
anxiety and suffering of many of its people, there should still be time
for a service as beautiful and inspiring as the Feast of Roses.

But all thoughts of it or similar omissions were crowded into the
background one day when the news came to Mother Bab that David had been
wounded in France.

The official telegram flashed over the wire and in due time came a
letter with more satisfying details. The letter was characteristic of
David: "I suppose you heard that the Boche got me, but he didn't get all
of me, just one leg. What hurts me most is the fact that I didn't get a
few Huns first or do some real thing for the cause before I got knocked
out. I know you'll feel better satisfied if I tell you all about it.
Several of the other boys and I left the town where we were stationed
and went to Paris for a few days. It was our first pleasure trip since
we came to this side. We gazed upon the things we studied about in
school--Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and so forth. Later we went to a
railroad station where refugees were coming in, fleeing from the
invading Huns. I can't ever forget that sight! Women and children they
were, but such women and children! Women who had gone through hell and
children who had seen more horror in their few years that we can ever
dream possible. Terror and suffering have lodged shadows in their eyes
till one wonders if some of them will ever smile or laugh again. Many of
them were wounded and in need of medical care. They carried with them
their sole possessions, all of their belongings they could gather and
take with them as they rushed away from the hordes of the enemy
soldiers. We helped to place them into Red Cross vans to be taken to a
safe place in the southern part of the country. As we were putting them
into the vans the signal came that an air raid was on. The subways are
places for refuge during the raids, so we hurried them out of the vans
and into subways. They all got in safely but I was a bit too slow. I got
knocked out and my right leg was so badly splintered that I'm better off
without it. The thing worries me most is that I'll be sent home out of
the fight before I fairly got into it."

"Oh, Mother Bab," Phoebe said sobbingly, "his right leg's gone!"

"It might be worse. But--I wish I could be with him."

"But isn't it just like him," sa