She tore the envelope apart and read: DEAR CARLEY: I'm surely glad for a good excuse to write you.
Once in a blue moon I get a letter, and today Hutter brought me one from a soldier pard of mine who was with me in the Argonne.

His name is Virgil Rust--queer name, don't you think ?--and he's from Wisconsin.

Just a rough-diamond sort of chap, but fairly well educated.

He and I were in some pretty hot places, and it was he who pulled me out of a shell crater.

I'd "gone west" sure then if it hadn't been for Rust.
Well, he did all sorts of big things during the war.