A Soldier of Life
Hugh De S. Lincourt, Hugh De Selincourt
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, July 4, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...and its movement ceased. On waking in the morning I felt very much as one of those little animals must feel when first its eye catches the snake's eye and he knows that he has escaped from the man's hand only to meet a worse enemy. I was in the glass case with the snake. A mysterious horror had me in its hold. When I got up and tried to dress myself, I was obliged to sit as much as I could owing to actual physical weakness. It seemed, too, that my heart was beating faster than it should. To put a brave face on the matter, I said to myself: "This is really getting past a joke." I told mother, who immediately noticed that I was not so well, that I had slept abominably, my's letter had entirely passed from my mind, but it flashed back when I saw her, and I was able to take her on one side and tell her how much I had appreciated its intention. "And you don't think too badly of me?" she asked with very dear timidity. "Not a bit. Not a bit," I replied. "You're human, human." She looked at me askance on account of the intensity of meaning which I put into the word. I answered her look of fear with a hearty "To be human--that's what I like my friends to be." She must have known what I meant, but she was obliged to assert herself and say, as she drew herself timidly and prettily up (she always looked fresh and lovely in the morning): "What else can human beings be?" "Oh, millions of things!" I laughed back. All through breakfast I was continually on the verge of the horror that brooded deep within me. In lulls of the talk it was clear to me that measures must be taken, drastically and speedily, to tackle it. I put off thinking what those measures should be, and I spun out all the little...