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Creator: Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899
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Briggs, his dilapidated companion, had been looking on in thirsty envy. "I'll help Hooker to look for Dodger," he said. "Very well, Briggs." "Couldn't you stand a glass for me, too, Tim?" asked Briggs, eagerly. "No," answered Bolton, irritably. "I've been at enough expense for that young rascal already." But the colonel noticed the pathetic look of disappointment on the face of Briggs, and he was stirred to compassion. "Drink with me, sir," he said, turning to the overjoyed Briggs. "Thank you, colonel. You're a gentleman!" "Two glasses, Tim." So the colonel drained a second glass, and Briggs, pouring out with trembling fingers as much as he dared, followed suit.
Letters of a Soldier 1914-1915

CONTENTS PAGE INTRODUCTION vii PREFACE BY ANDRE CHEVRILLON 3 LETTERS 33 INTRODUCTION I have been asked to write an Introduction to these letters; and I do so, in spite of the fact that M. Chevrillon has already written one, because they are stranger to me, an Englishman, than they could be to him a Frenchman; and it seems worth while to warn other English readers of this strangeness. But I would warn them of it only by way of a recommendation. We all hope that after the war there will be a growing intimacy between France and England, that the two countries will be
When the last drop was drunk, he breathed a deep sigh of measureless enjoyment. "If either of you bring that boy in here," said Tim, "I'll stand a couple of glasses for both." "We're your men, Tim," said Hooker. "Ain't we, Briggs?" "That's so, Hooker. Shake!" And the poor victims of drink shook hands energetically. Long since they had sunk their manhood in the intoxicating cup, and henceforth lived only to gratify their unnatural craving for what would sooner or later bring them to a drunkard's grave. As they left the saloon, the colonel turned to Tim, and said: "I like whiskey, sir; but I'll be hanged if I can respect such men as those." "They're bums, colonel, that's what they are!" "How do they live?" "Don't know. They're in here about every day."