was extremely bad."

It was a great shock to us all to learn that the incident of the town of
V---- had thus been made public, and that there was a moving picture of
our being decorated, et cetera, going about the country. It is, I
believe, quite usual to kiss the persons receiving the Croix de Guerre,
even when of the masculine sex, and I know positively that Tish never
saw that French general again.

However, in view of the unfortunate publicity I have decided to make
this record of the actual incident of the French town of V----. For the
story has got into the papers, and only yesterday Tish discovered that
the pleasant young man who had been trying to sell her a washing machine
was really a newspaper reporter in disguise.

Certain things are not true. We did not see or have any conversation
with the former Emperor of the Germans; nor were any of us wounded,
though Aggie got a piece of plaster in her right eye when a shell hit
the church roof, and I was badly scratched by barbed wire. It is not
true, either, that Aggie had her teeth knocked out by a German sentry.
She unfortunately fell in the darkness and lost her upper set, and it
was impossible to light a match in order to search for them.

It was, as I have said, in July of the first year of the war that both
Aggie and I noticed the change in Tish. She grew moody and abstracted,
and on two Sundays in succession she turned over her Sunday-school class
to me and went for long walks into the country. Also, going to her
apartment for Sunday dinner on, I believe, the second Sunday of the
month we were startled to see the Andersons, very nice people who
occupy the lower floor of the building, running out wildly into the
street. They said that the janitor had been quarreling with some one in
the furnace cellar, and that from high words, which they could plainly
hear, they had got to shooting, and a bullet had come up through the
floor and hit the phonograph.

I had a strange feeling at once, and I caught Aggie's agonized eyes on
me. We remained for some time in the street, and then, everything
seeming to be quiet, we ventured in, with two policemen leading the way,
and the Anderson baby left outside in its perambulator for fear of
accident. All was quiet, however, and we made our way upstairs to Tish's
apartment. She was waiting for us, and reading the _Presbyterian
Banner_, but I thought she was almost too calm when we told her of the
Andersons' terrible experien