Evening star., 1914-10-01
YES, TWAS MUT|NY
|NFACE Of ENEMY
Corporal Igoe Tells of Incident
When British Battery Was
Under Fire.
STUBBORN ARTILLERYMAN
SAVES AN ENGLISH GUN
Zouave in Paris Il. Reminiscent
His Little Pierre Was al.
ways So Jolly"
BY HERBERT COREY.

Copyright. 1914. by ]. q. Lloyd.)
LONDON. September 21.-This 10 q
story of sheer mutiny and disobedience
in the face Of the enemy. Lance Corp.
| Igoe Of one Of the hussar regiments
I am so little learned in military mat
ters that I have forgotten which one
| told 1t to me. Corp. 1goe was In the
Cafe Monico last night. also in dis
| obedience to orders. With his un-
wounded hand he occasionally lifted
'arf a pint Of bitter.
"'E says to his officer, You go to
| ell, SIR" said Corp. Igoe. unctuously.
"It was to his captain Q says it."
"vague and Anonymous"
1t was one of those vague and anony-
nous stories one constantly hears from
the yelled field of action in France.
| Igoe didn't know the name of the Brit
ish private who mutinied. Some one
had told him the story in the train on
which the wounded were brought to
England.
A British battery had been under
heavy fire at Charleroi. Now. we know
that the British were defeated in that
action. One of the guns OF the bat
terry had especially drawn the enemy's
fire. at last only three men were left
to serve it.
$50 there they was" said Mr.. Igoe.
with enjoyment, "sweatin' and cursin
Two of the men had been "buddies"
for years. Igoe says-he does not give
his authority-that they had been con-
ductor and chauffeur on Charing
Cross bus. Their one amusement was
/ the tame and pastoral one of pigeon
/ flying The driver used to carry a
pigeon basket between his knees. At
| the end of the run they would mount
| the top of the bus and watch their
birds fly home.
! The conductor, e was killed, said
/ Igoe. "Shrapnel it was that 1t him.
Fair took is 'ead of"
So Two Were Left.
So then there were two men left to
serve the gun. 1t was pretty hard
job. Rifle balls played a tattoo upon
the steel shield. The crews Of the
other guns in the battery had been
badly cut UP. No one could como to
their aid. At last the offlcer in COM
mand got the word to fall back. He
shouted the order to his men. for the
little bugler was dead under wheel.
The guns were to be deserted. No
horses could be brought to them in
the Charing Cross bus looked at his
captain. His bloodshot eyes strained
out Of his spowder-blackened face.
But look at i'm: SIR" he pleaded:
conductor Of the Charing Cross bus
was fast asleep. His poor body was
protected there from German bullets.
His buddy had thrown his khaki Jacket
over the cruel wounds. The hands
were crossed upon the dead mans
fell away from each other. They
killed him." said the bus driver ;on,.o pite.
Scome on" said the officer. we're or
dered to retire. Fall in
TO. You 70 S,,o to ELL sir" said the bus
oTaxsa WAT 1rm'y Mas ieft of the battery doubled
| under the little hill on which the guns
were mounted. Safe for the moment
that shelI-torn eminence whence they
had fed. There they saw the Charing
Cross bus driver examining shell
crouched behind the shield ready to
fling the breech block to.
1gie. simply. ''They saved the guns"
Where Pierre Sleeps.
One night after the retreat from
Mons, Godfrey Young sat upon the
terrasse of the Cafe de la Paix. in
Paris. A big Zouave was at the next
table.
/ For years we sat every night at
this very table, said the Zouave. T.
am sad: is it not so? I say little
/! But the little Pierre. he was always
/ folly Always some one would be
! with us to listen to his jests. The mo-
i ment the shop was closed he would
, hurry to the boulevard. He loved the
i music and the lights and the gay peo-
! pie passing by"
| There was an interlude that Young
did not catch. Then the Zouave re-
sumed his story:
$50 we three staggered on across the