Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-10-17
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! reason why.
There was a silence, but at length
the colonel exploded
'T suppose Westerling knows what
he is doing!"
"still we must go on! We must
wini"
Eyes, the offensive always wins in
the end. We must go on!"
"And once we have the range-yes,
once we've won one vital position-the
/ men will recover their enthusiasm and
be crying: On to the capital!'"
Right! We were forgetting history.
We we're forgetting the volatility OF
human nature"
Far up on a peak among the birds
and aeroplanes. in rooted. shell-proof
chamber, with telephone orderly at
his side, a powerful pair of field-glasses
and range-finders at his elbow, and a
! telescope before his eye, Gustave Eel.
Ter, one time gardener and now acting
| colonel OF artillery, watched the burst
| of shells over the enemy's lines. While
other men had grown lean on war, he
had taken on enough flesh to fill out
the wrinkles around bis eyes that
pshone with an artists enjoyment OF
his work. Down under cover of the
ridge were his guns, the keys of the
instrument that he played by calls
fover the wire. Their barking was
symphony to his ears; errors of or
ichestration were errors In aim. He
talked as he watched, his lively fea-
ttures reflective of his impressions.
"oh, prettyl Right into their tum.
mics! Right in the nosei La, la,/ lal
But that's off-and SOS that! Tell
Battery c they're fifty yards over. Oh.
ibeady-eyed gods and shiny little fishes
two smacks in the same spot!
Humph! Tell Battery C that the
trouble with that gun is worn rifling;
that's why it's going short. Elevate 1t
for another hundred yards-but It
ought not to wear out so soon. I'd like
to kick the maker or the inspector. The
fellows in B 21 will accuse US of mat
tention. It's time to drop a shell on
them to show we're perfectly impartial
in our favors. La, la, Ia! Oh, what
pretty smack! Congratulations"
B 81 was the position of Fracasse's
company and the pretty smack the
one that broke one mans arm and
crushed another's head.
|
The God with us!" song was singu-
larly suited to the great, bulf voice of
its composer. born to the red and be-
come Captain Stransky in the red
business of war. 1t was he who led
the thunder OF It's verses.
II certainly like that song" he said.
Well he might. It had made him ia
nous throughout the nation. There's
Jehovah and brimstQne in It. Now
well have our own"
But we're always losing positions !"
complained one Of the men. Little
by little they are getting possession
"They say the offensive always
WINS" said another
Five against three! They count
on numbers" said Lieutenant Tom
Fragini.
There you go, Tom! Any other
pessimists or anarchists want to be
heardT" called out Stransky. "Just
how long, at the present rate, will II
take them to get the whole range?
There's a limit to the number of even
five millions"
Then the telephone in the redoubt
brought some news. The staff begged
to inform the army that the enemy's
casualties in the last three days had
been two hundred thousandi Immedi
ately everybody was talking at once
in Stransky's parliament, as he some
times called that company of which
he was, in the final analysis, unlimited
monarch.
How do they know?"
"Do you think it's fake?"
THAT sums up to pretty near q mil
lion!"
my God! Think of it-a million!'
Were whiting them DOWN."
ut doesn't make any difference
whether Partow or Lanstron is CHIEF
of staff"
They're paying!"
Paying for our fellows that they've
killed! Paying for being in the
wrong!"
Stransky, his eyes drawing inward
in their characteristic slant, was well
pleased with his company, and the
scattered EXPLANATORY badinage kept
on until 1t was interrupted by the ar
rival of the mail. Partow and Ian
stron, understanding their machine as
human in its elements, had chosen
that the army should hear from home
"How's this!" exclaimed one man
reading from newspaper. They're
going to put up statue of Partow in
the capital! It's to show him as he
died. dropped forward on the map. and
in front Of his desk field of bayonets
On one face of the base will be his
name. Two of the other faces will
have God with us!' and Not fol
theirs, but for ours!' The legend on
the fourth face the war is to decide
Victory! Victory!" cried those
who had listened to the announcement
stransky was thinking that they
had to do more than hold the Graye
Before he should see his girl they had
to take back the lost territory. He