The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-11-27


had taken on enough flesh to fill out
the wrinkles around his eyes that
shone 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
over the wire. Their barking was a
symphony to his ears; errors of or
chestration were errors in aim. He
talked as he watched his lively fea.
lures reflective of his impressions.
"Oh, pretty Right into their tum-
mics! Right in the nosel La, la, lal
But that's off-and SOS that! Tell
Battery c they're fifty yards over oh,
beady-eyed gods and shiny little fishes
two smacks in the same spotl
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 1t
ought not to wear out so soon. I'd like
to kick the maker or the inspector. The
fellows in b 81 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, la! Oh, what
a pretty smack! Congratulations!
B Fl was the position of Fracasse's
company and the pretty smack the
one that broke one mans arm and
crushed anothers head.
The God with usl" song was singu-
larly suited to the great, bull 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
81 certainly like that song" he said.
Well he might. 1t had made him ia,
nous throughout the nation. There's
Jehovah and birthstone in 1t. Now
we'll have our own"
But we're always losing positions "
complained one of the men. Little
by little they are getting possession. 81
"They say the offensive always
wins" said another.
Five against threel They count
on numbers" said Lieutenant Tom
Fragini.
There you go, Tom! Any other
pessimists or anarchists want to be
heard?" called out Stransky. "Just
how long. at the present rate, will II
take them to get the whole range
There's limit to the number of ever
five millions"
Then the telephone In the redoub
brought some news. The stan begged
to inform the army that the enemy'l
casualties In the last three days haC
been two hundred thousandl Immedi
ately everybody was talking at once
in Stransky's parliament, as he some
times called that company of whicl
he was, in the final analysis, unlimite,
monarch.
How do they known"
"Do you think it's fake?"
THAT sums up to pretty near mil
lion!"
my God! Think of ia milllonl
Were whiting them DOWN."
ut doesn't make any difference
whether Partow or Lanetron is chic
Of staff!"
They're payingl"
Paying for our fellows that they'vt
killed! Paying for being in thu
wrong!"
Stransky, his eyes drawing inward
in their characteristic slant, was wei
pleased with his company, and tn,
scattered explanatory badinage KEEP
on until 1t was interrupted by the al
rival of the mail. Partow and Ian
stron, understanding their machine a
human in It's elements, had chosel
that the army should hear from home
"How's this!" exclaimed one man
reading from a newspaper. "They'r
going to put up statue Of Partow II
the capital! It's to show him as h
died, dropped forward on the map, an
in front of his desk field of bayonets
On one face of the base will be hi
name. Two of the other faces vii
have God with us!' and Not TO
theirs, but for ours!' The legend o
the fourth face the war is to decide.
''Victoryi Victory!" cried thos
who had listened to the announcement
Stransky was thinking that the
had to do more than hold the Gray,
Before he should see his girl they ha
to take back the lost territory. H
carried two pictures Of Minna in b
mind: one when she had struck hi
in the face as he tried to kiss hi
and the other as he said good-by I
the kitchen door. There was not muC
encouragement in either.
} But when she gets better acquair
ed with me there's no telling!" he Ike
, thinking. Il was fighting out Of Gu
sedness at first. Now I'm fighting +
) her and to keep what is ours!"
: (To be continued)