Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-10-11

fantry was swinging in toward the myriad-legged, writhing gray caterpil- lar on the pass road and many 1ield- batteries were trotting along parallel road. Their plan developed suddenly when a swath of gun-fre was laid across the pass road at the mouth of the defle, as much as to say: Here we make a gate of death!" At the same time the head of the Brown in- fantry column flashed it's bayonets over the crest of a hill toward the point where the shells were bursting. These men minded not the desperate, scat tered rifle-fire into their ranks. Before their eyes was the prize of a panic that grew with their approach Kinks were out of legs stiffened by long watches The hot breath of pursuit was in their nostrils, the fever of vic- tory in their blood.
 In the defile, the impulse of one Gray straggler. who shook handkerchief aloft in fatalistic submission to the in evitable, became the impulse of all Soon a thousand white signals of sur render were blossoming. AS the firing abruptly ceased, Marta heard the faint roar of the mighty huzzas of the hunt CTS over the size of their bag.
 Some doctors of different regiments thrown together in the havoc of rem nants of many organizations, with the help of hospital-corps men, were try ing to extficate the wounded from among the dead. They heard wom- ans voice and saw a womans face. They did not wonder at her presence, for there was nothing left ill the world for them to wonder at. Had an imp from hell or an angel from heaven ap- peared, or shower of diamonds fallen from the sky, they would not have been surprised. Their duty was clear; there was work of their kind to do, endless work. Units of the broken ma chine,. in the instinct of their calling they struggled with the duty nearest at hand. They begged her to go back to the house; this was no place for her.
 But Marta did not want safety. Dan- ger was sweet; it was expiation. She was helping, actually helping; that was enough. She envied the peaceful dead-thoy had no nightmares-as she aided the doctors in separating the bodies that were still breathing from those that were not; and she steeled herself against every ghastly sight save one, that of man lying with his legs pinned under wagon body. His jaw had been shot away. Slowly he was bleeding to death, but he did not realize it. He realized nothing in his delirium except the nature of his wound. He was dipping his finger in the cavity and, dab by dab, writing "Kill mel" on the wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyes. Then a shell burst near her and doc tor cried out: She's hit!"
 But Marta did not hear him. She heard only the dreadful crack of the splitting shrapnel jacket. She had a sense of falling, and that was all. The next, that she knew she was in long chair on the veranda and tho vague shadows bending over her grad ually identified themselves as her mother and Minna.
 q remember when you were telling of the last war that you didn't swoon at the sight of the wounded, mother" Marta whispered.
 But I was not wounded" replied Mrs. Galland
 Marta ceased to be only g conscious ness swimming in a haze. With the return of her faculties, she noticed that both her mother and Minna were looking significantly at her forearm; ; 50 she looked at 1t, too. It was 1 bandaged. ;.
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