To the woman the world has never changed."
"Tell the other women," he said. "Open their eyes. Tell them of their
sons that you have seen dead and dying in the foolish quarrel for which
there was no need. Tell them of the foulness, of the cruelty, of the
senselessness of it all. Set the women against War. That is the only
way to end it."
It was a morning or two later that, knocking at the door of her loft, he
asked her if she would care to come with him to the trenches. He had
brought an outfit for her which he handed to her with a grin. She had
followed Folk's advice and had cut her hair; and when she appeared before
him for inspection in trousers and overcoat, the collar turned up about
her neck, and reaching to her helmet, he had laughingly pronounced the
experiment safe.
A motor carried them to where the road ended, and from there, a little
one-horse ambulance took them on to almost the last trees of the forest.
There was no life to be seen anywhere. During the last mile, they had
passed through a continuous double line of graves; here and there a group
of tiny crosses keeping one another company; others standing singly,
looking strangely lonesome amid the torn-up earth and shattered trees.
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