Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1903-11-05

7 man leading by the hand q child The
| child was crying and dragging along
! after II tin can tied TO string,
clinglng even IN its grief TO this mis-.
| cradle toy. They vanished, swallowed
| up by The blaCkness, homeless, ana
| going God knows where
IL thought OF them today. That
| wretched family passed In review be-
| fore me as the troops were passing IN
review before the kaiser; and through
| all the blaring OF trumpets and beating
| OF drums. I seemed to hear the dreary
| sound OF that old tin can.
Yes. after all. after love what IL
more attractive 10 the human heart
| than WARP The women clap their hands
| as the regiment marches by; and when
| little Fritz gets on my knee Of an even
| ing. It's always 'Grandpap, tell me OF
| your battles Henry De We're STAG
| poole, in London outlook
with the order for mobilization men
change.
1T is like passing through some mys-
FERROUS door into new world A few
short sharp rules supplant the moral
code in this new form OF society In
which manslaughter is as necessary to
ones life rs bread. distractions stop
at the frontier. the moment rules the
mind, and a slice of fried ham Is able
to efface from ones memory battle
lost
80 we must not be too hard on the
| prince for forgetting disaster at the
| sight OF frying pan, nor on the good
| Uhlans fathers OF families some Of
! them--for the use they would have
made of their swords II he had at
| tempted an escape.
"As the prince was placing the pan
on the fire | heard n sound from the
road outslde-a sound as II tin can
were being kicked along by some one
walking eisurely, II struck strange
~ upon my ear, for common sounds In
time OF peace sometimes become very
uncommon noises In time of war.
by the fire lay one of those ropes
soaked In tar, called celar~rats. liz
II, and took II to the door. II made n
flaming torch and showed me a broad
strip Of white road spread with pud-
dies and dashed by rain.
GAN else was the darkness of the pit,
filled with the hiss Of the falling rain.
"The sound Of the tin can drew near
err and nearer, then out Of the dark and
across the torch-lit strip Of road passed
before me q company of specters-ln
review order. one might say
At Spandau ] was present at great
review when 1000 men.-horse, foot and
artillery paraded before the emperor
1t was superb--the shoals OF bayonets,
the drifting clouds OF cavalry, the
masses OF Infantry that moved as one
man and with the tramp OF a giant,
the drums and trumpets-one said. in
voluntarily What glorious thing Is
war!"
My friend Colonel Won H said moth
ing lie surveyed the scene through the
glasses OF that fiercest or military
critics, the retired German officer; be-
sides, he had seen II all before and with
other accomplishments.
AS we drove home he said, speaking
as II to the cigar he had just lighted,
Eyes, war Is a glorious thing no doubt.
What sight was that on the day
when our army entered Paris. the four
Uhlans riding ahead and the bands
playing Schuber's triumphal march!
/ was there, yet wiuld you believ me,
thespectacle of that grand entry haunts
my pillow less than an insignificant
picture which my memory has labeled
Three Nights After Spicheren.' | will
tell you about II II ! can. II was some
thing like this:
81 was escorting four important prls-
oners-no matter who they were--and
we stopped for the night at deserted
wine shop near the entrance to de-
serted hamlet. our army held all the
roads.
1T was a horrible hole of tavern.
The place had been cleaned out, but we
tore up some boards and made a fire,
and behind a door OF an inner room we
found dozen bottles Of wine packed
I'm basket with ham. by some prov
ident soul, and forgotten through hur-
ry or fear
I'VE found frying pan, and at the
sight of Il the Frenchmen-all mobiles,
mind you-cracked jokes and grew
quite cheerful one of the four was a
prince; he cut up the ham and showed
us how to grease the pan. The Uhlans.
their wet coats steaming in the warmth
Of the room. looked on, laughing yet
~ ~" 70 N"o' -e0 ''ir- 'vi' .stt
by your leave had he made three
g.. Do. H.-t. ,ae .uVts Ai.u cat 30 a
thing which strikes one ON looking back
at a campaign.