The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-03-06
CHAPTER xvlII-ContInued.

Far up on q peak among the plrds
and aeroplanes, In q rooted, shell-proof
chamber, with telephone orderly at
his side, 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 his eyes that
shone with an artists enjoyment OF
his work. Down under cover of the
ridge we're his guns, the keys OF the
instrument that he played by calls
over the WIRE Their barking was q
symphony to his ears; errors Of or
chestration we're 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, la!
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 spot!
Humph! Tell Battery c that the
trouble with that gun is worn rifiing;
that's why It's going short. Elevate 1t
for another hundred yards-but it
ought not to wear out 80 soon. I'd like
70 kick the maker or the inspector. The
fellows In B 81 will accuse US of mat
tention. It's time to drop q shell on
them to show we're perfectly impartial
In our favors. La, la, La! Oh, what
Q pretty smack! Congratulations"
B n 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
lts composer, born to the red and be-
come Captain Stransky In the red
business of war. 1t was he who led
the thunder of its verses.
81 certainly like that song" he said.
Well he might. It 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"
"They say the offensive always
WINS" said another.
ssUstvo oUatpot xhroag rhau coupx
on numbers" said Lieutenant Tom
Fragini.
There you go, Tom! Any other
pessimists or anarchists want to be
heardr" called out Stransky. Just
how long. at the present rate. will II
take them to get the whole rangeI
There's Q limit to the number of even
I'VE millions"
Then the telephone in the redoubt
brought some news. The stan begged
to 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 known"
do you think it's faker'
THAT sums up to pretty near . mil
iioni"
MY God! Think of ia million!'
Were whiting them DOWN."
1T doesn't make any differenc,
whether Partow or Lanstron il chile
Of staff!"
They're paying!"
Paying for our fellows that they'v,
killed! Paying for being in tn,
wrong!"
Stransky, his eyes drawing inwart
ears ' Characteristic slant, was vel
his company. and tn,
yclamatory badinage KEEP
than III, O0Ls interrupted by the az
impossible to-, t tseip m. .nS sa a
i'll advised legisfnss. had chosen
what complicatiisaisnassdI 'o ons n mas
legislation in LouislpsI; -Th.y's,
of two sessions. =