Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1915-01-13
CHAPTER xvlll-contlnusd

Far up on peak among the birds
and aeroplanes. In rooted, shellproof
chamber. with a telephone orderly at
his side. powerful pair OF fleld-glasses
and range-findeye at his elbow, and a
telescope before his eye, Gustave Eel.
Der, one time gardener and now acting
colone. 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 arc md 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 nose! La, la, lai
But that's off-and SOS that! Tell
battery c they're fifty yards over. Oh.
beadyeyed gods and shiny little fishes
two smacks In the came spotl
Humph! Tell Battery C that the
trouble with that gun is worn rialng;
that's why it's going short. Elevate II
for another hundred yards-but It
ought not to wear out so soon. Id like
10 kick the maker or the inspector. The
fellows In b 81 Will accuse us OF mat.
teniion. It's time to dgop a shell on
khem to show we're perfectly impartial
In our favors. La, la. lal Oh. what
a pretty smack. Congratulations
Fl 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-
larry 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
Il certainly like that song" he said
Wen he might 1t had made him IA.
NOUS throughout the nation There's
Jehovah and birthstone In It. Now
wen have our own"
but were always losing positionsl
lcomplained one of the men Little
by little they are getting possession. &"
"They say the offensive always
wins" said another.
Five against three! They count
lon numbers" said Lieutenant Tom
Fragini
There you so, Toni Any other
lpessimists or anarchists want to be
heard?" called out Stransky "Just
bow long. at the present rate, viii Il
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
70 inform the army that the enemy's
casualties In the last three DAYS had
been two hundred thousand! 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 sou think it's fake?"
THAT sums up to pretty near a mil
HON."
My Godl Think of tia mnlon!'
We're whiting them down."
1T doesn't make any difference
whether Partow or Lanstron is chief
OF STAN"
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 II was interrupted by the ar
rival of the mail Partow and Ian
stron, understanding their machine as
human in its elements, bad chosen
that the army should hear from home
flows thisig eyelai1u "a one man
reading from nc~spaper. They're
going to put uD a statue OF partow fl