The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-09-01

they reached the flag, formed a new
wall of steel around 1t, and began, step
by step, to climb the hill, recovering
the lost ground over the bodies of the
slain. Up. up they went; back, back,
back toward the shattered line of blue.
their bayonets working savagely, the
newcomers infiamed with the lust of
battle, and those they had rescued
thrilled with new hope and courage.
Up, then, to the very crest of the
hill
And suddenly wave of cheering
swept along the ragged line of blue.
The -th had seen its flag go back and
down; had thought it lost; had, never
theless. fought on desperately. hope
lessly-borne back by superior num-
bers. But now-the fiagi
The cheer rippled and then roared
along the line.
An officer, seeing the flag, hearing
the cheer, had one of those inspirations
that sometimes come to men in such
crises, that sometimes win battles when
battles are already lost. He leaped in
front of his wavering line, grabbed a
rife from the hands of dead soldier
helped wounded bugler to his feet,
and gave sharp command
Over that bloody field, above the
sounds of rifle and cannon and shout
ing, rang out the call to the charge
The line leaped to its feet
In the front, to the right, Duprez,
forgetting everything but the lust for
battle. fired with a new kind of fury,
ofnfT Ao1 he Of
the tottering boy, raised ii high above
HIS head and, followed by the eleven
that were left of his twenty men-and
many others and then the whole line
went shrieking into the astonished
ranks of the enemy.
The clash was ferocious, unex-
pected, irresistible.
The German line shrank before the
steel, faltered and gave way. Bay
oneted in the back, dubbed. shot and
slashed at by the inspired demons in
blue and red, the German soldiers gave
way and fed, stopping only in the shell
ter Of their guns and supporting
cavalry.
And when 1t was over, and the blue
line halted breathless, exhausted,
dead or wounded on the field, there
came curious kind of silence in a lit
tie group of men gathered around the
flag. In the center of the group stood
Duprez, with the Flagstaff clutched to
his breast, the tattered rag" floating
softly above his head.
He was hatless..
A bayonet had. torn a hole in his
coat. Blood flowed from a scalp
wound and redeemed his pale face.
He looked around him, and his eyes
glowed with fire that was different
from that his comrades had seen be-
fore. He smiled as he studied the
faces of his small command.
"Tillier!" he called out.
HE has falleni" answered one of
the twenty
"Duvali"
Here" came the reply from
few feet away, where soldier lifted
his head from the midst of a group of
wounded and dead, the last to have
fallen.
"Martineau,"
"HeEe!" answered a sturdy voice
as the man stepped forward.
The eyes of the two men met, and
there was moments pause
You were the last to be convinced.
Martineau," said Duprez
'But am ready now-for the sacri-
fice-for the great protest" the soldier
quietly replied. "We have shown that
we are no towards. Lead oni Let
us throw down our guns again, and
the flag, and march into the German
lines singing our song of freedom
the fInternational,'
For an instant Duprez regarded
him strangely Then his face lighted
up: he Strengthened himself, clutched
the tricolor tighter to his breast, and
took two steps backward.
Some day, Martineau-yesi" he
cried But now"
He reached his free hand into his
pocket, drew forth the ragged volume
of his gospel of antimilitarism, of the
brotherhood of man, and held it up
at full arms length.
A long time he regarded it, with a
spiritual struggle plainly reflected on
his face
The book had been his guide, his
comfort in times of trouble, a very
Bible to his free-thinking mind, hold
ing promises of true freedom, of the
peace that has never yet come to the
world. but is to. come, when the war
drums throb no longer and the battle
flags are furled."
There was regret and pain in his
tortured. blood-stained visage-only
for moment.
Then swift and dramatic trans
formation. He had fought for his
country. He was bleeding now for
La Patrie. His eyes went up. to the
flag Tapping above his head, and he
was swept by a new emotion-the
finest and purest and most unselfish
emotion in the whole gamut of human
feelings His face shone suddenly
with radiance such as it had never
worn before; his eyes flashed: and
whirling around. he cast the volume
from him with all his strength toward
the German lines.
"a bas Hervei" ne cried.
Then he lifted the flag as high as
he could above his head. and his young
voice. resonant and clear. rang across
the Uttered field:
''Vive la Francei'
And all that were left of the twenty
one. hinging their caps into the air.
shouted with him and after him:
"VIve Ia France! Vfve Ia Eranceln