Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1900-11-11

tus leaves in front Of him we're fun
OF water. A bullet intended for him
had struck a cactus leaf instead and
sent the contents in his face. while the
kdefected rellet rolled harmlessly down
Ivthe bank to his feet.
vaughan stopped and picked 1t up.
bit was a memento. 1t would at least
serve TO remind him If ever he got
back to England that he once had
been in a position in which he migLk
possibly have been struck. This was
the nearest approach to danger he had
yet inexperienced. Surely he told him
self. now. II ever, the appalling sem
sations of the Scarlet Stain of Bat
tie" should have overwhelmed him.
He felt hot, he felt excited, but neither
more hot nor more excited than he
had felt as a boy upon the cricket field
when he had gone in to bat, and the
bowler on the opposite side had sent
down q swift ball which glided within
a hairs breadth OF his balls.
But the firing died away, and again
| darkness crept over the scene. The
second day OF the Battle of Aria had
reached its close, and still-alas. for
| Mr.. Silas P. Winch-there were no
hecatombs of slain, there was no
slaughter house. A few wounded men
had been carried into a cottage in the
rear and that was all.
Whether the Turks had suffered
more than the Greeks 1t was impossi-
BILE to say, but that their artillery had
been nearly silenced there could be no
doubt.
The third day broke and the iring
was renewed. BY this time Vaughan
| realized, to his intense establishment.
that he was beginning to be a little
| bored. There was a certain monotony
in standing there in his trench, firing
all day at an invisible enemy with no
tangible result, and to him wal began
to seem little more exciting than peace.
Where was the deadly onset, the bayo-
net charge, the gallant dash OF cavalry
upon the serried square, that he had
been reading about all his life? But
he began to understand. The fact was
the excellence of modern weapons had
put an end to the hand-to-hand contests
of the past. H~enceforth all war should
be like this: men would lie in trenches
or behind rocks and fire millions OF
bullets at each other without practical
result. till one side or the other took
fight and ran away OF It's own accord.
1t remained to be seen whether the
Turks or the Greeks would be first to
tire of the game which was now being
played.
About the middle OF the day, upon
returning from one of his visits to
the orange trees, feeling like a guilty
schoolboy who had robbed a farmers
apple orchard, he came upon the coll
onel seated under a tree, with an or
Derby holding his horse close by. He
offered some OF the plundered oranges
to the colonel, who gladly accepted
p, them. He was about to sit down be-
side his friend when he was aware OF
a leaden pellet, shaped like the tip OF
a lead pencil, which came sagging, as
1t seemed, quite slowly down through
the air, touched the colonel's leg and
fell harmlessly to the ground. So
slight seemed the impact of the mis-
sile that It was difficult TO believe that
1t could have caused even a bruise. To
his establishment the colonel at once
tore open his clothes and revealed a
nasty wound. Had Vaughan been sit
ting there he would have been struck.
The thought came on him with a new
force. It was possible to be wounded,
then; perhaps even to be killed in
battle.
That night a Greek sentry thought
, he heard some Turkish soldiers max
ing an attempt to creep across the
bridge. He discharged his rife. The
Turks on the opposite side OF the river
heard the shot and took it as a signal
that the Greek army was upon them.
They rose in panic and fed for forty
miles to Janina.
ITO be Continued.)