already been published:

A sergeant on active service writes in the course of a letter on
his experiences: "I got stuck in a trench up to my waist in mud,
and who do you think pulled me out?--only a German about 6ft.
4in. One of my boys wanted to bayonet him.[41] I said: 'Drop
that or I shoot you.' The German said: 'Sergeant, it is not my
fault--I am only fighting for my country as you are fighting for
yours.'"

A GERMAN PRIEST.

From the _Daily News_, February 17, 1916, I take the following story of
a German priest:

Then the word came that we were to go for the enemy's first
line, and we did. Our artillery started the music, and we made
our effort.

Our lads almost lost their reason for the time being, and
heedless of shells and bullets, mounted the first German
parapet. We killed many of them, but it is fair to say they
didn't give in. They quickly had reinforcements, and we were
compelled against heavy odds to yield the trench to the enemy.
Angry fighting continued, and our game now was to lure as many
of the Germans towards our lines as possible so that we could
mow them down with our guns. On they came, many hundreds of
them, and as quickly they fell.

Our fellows got it too, and one little party was absolutely at
the mercy of the enemy. Two of our young officers and five men
were severely wounded and their position was helpless, for it
was impossible to rescue them. Despite our tremendous fire the
Germans, with fixed bayonets, tried to reach the party and their
intention was obvious. They got within a few yards of the
wounded when one of their number sprang in front of them and
flashed a crucifix. "Stop," he shouted, and then he knelt down
by the side of our men and blessed them. The other Germans
immediately withdrew.

Then we managed to reach the wounded and our officer thanked the
priest for the brave way in which he had behaved in the face of
his own men. "Take me," said the priest. "I am your prisoner."
The officer said he would not do that, but he would see that he
returned to the German lines unharmed. The promise was kept, and
before they parted the priest, falling on his knees, thanked our
officer warmly, adding: "God bless you and good luck!"

MUTUAL FEARS.

Each side fears the barbarity of the other. "Would it be good military
policy," asked