The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-12-26

recollecting EanStron's remark. He
pictured Stran sky in last stand in a
redoubt, and every soldier was as
precious to him as a piece Of gold to
a miser.
"One ought to be enough to kill me
if you're going to do it to slow music"
said Stransky. You might as well
kill me as the poor fools that your
poor fools are trying to"
Another breath finished the speech;
breath released from a ball that
seemed to have come straight from
hell. The fire control officer of a regi-
ment of Gray artillery on the plain.
scanning the landscape for the origin
of the rifle-tire which was leaving
many fallen in the wake of the charge
of the Gray infantry had seen figure
on the knoll How kind Thank
you" his thought spoke faster than
words. No need of range-finding!
The range to every possible battery
or infantry position around La Tir
was already marked on his map. He
passed the word to his guns.
The burst of their first shrapnel-
shell blinded all three actors in the
scene on the crest of the knoll with
its ear-splitting crack and the force OF
its conclusion threw Stransky down
beside the sergeant. Dellarme, as his
vision cleared, had just time to see
Stransky jerk his hand up to his tenn
pie. where there was a red spot, be-
fore another shell burst, a little to
the rear. This was harmless, as a
shrapnels shower of fragments and
bullets carry forward from the point
of explosion. But the next burst in
front of the line. The doctors period
of idleness was over. One mans rifle
shot up as his spine was broken by a
Jagged piece of shrapnel jacket. Now
there were too many shells to watch
them individually.
Its all right-all right. men," Del
larme called again. assuming his
CHEEKY smile. 1T takes lot of shrap-
mel to kill anybody. Our batteries will
soon answer"
His voice was unheard, yet its spir-
it was felt The men knew through
their training that there was no use
of lodging and that their best protec.
ton was an accurate fire of their own.
Stransky had half risen, a new kind
of savagery dawning on his features
as he regiined his wits With in
verted eyes he regarded the red ends
of his fingers, held in line with tho
bridge of his nose He felt of the
wound agiin, now that he was less
dizzy. 1t was only scratch and he
had been knocked down like a beef In
an abattdr by an unseen enemy. on
whom he could not lay hands. Deaf
eningly, the shrapnel jackets con-
tinued to crack with "ukung-s-sh-
ukung-s-sh" as the swift breath of the
shrapnel missiles spread. The guns
of one battery of that Gray regiment
Of artillery, each firing six 14-pound
shells minute methodically, every
shell loded with nearly two hundred
projecties, were giving their undivid.
ed attention to the knoll
io"ioHS SOuiu HIS COlupdHy endure |
this? Dellarme might well ask. He |
knew hat he would not be expected |
to withdraw yet. With a sense of re- |
lief III saw Fracasses men drop for |
cover at the base of the knoll and |
then, expectation fulfilled, he realized |
that ifle-fire now reinforced the ene-
my's shell fire. His duty was to re-
main while he~could hold his men.
and feeling toward them such as he
had lever felt before, which was love,
spraig full-fedged into his heart as he
saw how steadily they kept up their
fusilade.
Stansky. eager in response to a
new passion, sprang forward into
plae and picked up his rifle.
= you will not have it my way,
TAX 1t yours!" said the best shot In
thecompany, as he began firing with
reSlute GOODNESS.
They have lot of men down." said
Delarme. his glasses showing the
mAy PROSTATE figures on the wheat
stibble. STEADY! steady! We have
plnty of batteries back in the hills.
Ole will be in action soon."
CTO BE CONTINUED)