Again, half glimpsed through a
downpour of rain, a trudging, sodden
infantry column Is moving onward
through a sea of mud as the artist
saw it; or an endless line of weary
gun teams drafes forward the bat
teries to blast- the road to triumph.
At . one point the artist caught and
held for his fellow countrymen the
breathless tensity of a forest out
post, peering through the leafy screen
of his covert toward the enemy
lines, his rifle hugged close with.
fingers clinchedabout the trigger; at
another a slash of light from a half-
opened door has painted on the
screen of night just a hint at'a
column, tramping on toward battle,
just a young face or two in the line,
weary, dirty but' with jaws grim set
with purpose. Again it is a hospital
that has gripped the artist imagina
tion, a twisted, writhing from under
the tumbled blanket with agony in
every line and over It the steady
eyed surgeon or the merciful figure
of an army nurse.
In rooms around the picture dis
play are shown all "the countless
things with which the army and the
navy dealt in the war; the guns, the
bombs, the uniforms of . ally . and
enemy alike, captured "-- weapons and
German war gear of many kinds.
These form a striking setting for the
epic tale the war artists have pic
tured, probably the only 'such record
ever assembled for It began with th.
army and runs on the departure of
the homeward transports at the
close.
rAix rar ins ooixw.
"Tes, my dear," said Mrs. Ramsbo-
tham, speaking of her invalid uncle.
