The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1915-01-08

not trv Win each Other. Let us |
auonoo w initiate each other or 70 in.
n',,a,' our people, but TO reaJjla how
n l,u(n nn, We have in common and that
our only only purpose Is common nroprr ,Ss
and happiness" '''''l' PROGRESS
Tho o..., 'uln Of the road in front of !
tne castle she saw the purnars -, tho
batteries making an enhancement for
.ne'i guns in field of carrots that
nav l.' yet been harvested. The roots
OF golden yellow were mixed with the
tossing spadefuls of earth.
a 'nadow like a great cloud in mad
flight shot over the earth, and with the
gunners she looked up to see a GRAY
an'slo'e' Already 1t was turning
n"afo' already 1t had gained its
oo''e' as a scout. On the fragile plat.
FORM ot The gondola was a man, seem
'he'' . human mite aiming a tiny toy
gun Ills target was one of the Brown
aeroplanes.
heyre in danger of cutting their
own envelope! They cant get the an
sie: Inc plane is too high" ex.
claimed the artillery commander. Both
liz anu MS men forgot their work in
Watchlng the spectacle OF aerial David
against aerial Goliath. "If our man
lnn y,,tA
iahds with his little bomb, oh, my"
ne sflnned. That's why he Is 80
hlsn' hes been waiting up there"
fray God he will" exclaimed one
Of the gunners.
Look at him volplane-motor at
full speed. too!'
INTO 1t! Making sure. Oh, SPLEEN
O!' cried the artillery commander.
A ball Of lightning shot forth sheets
OF flame. Dirigible and plane were
hidden in an ugly swirl of yellowish
smoke, rolling out into purple cloud
that spread into prismatic mist over
the descent Of cavorting human bodies
and broken machinery and twisted
braces, flying pieces of tattered or
burning cloth. David has taken Goliath
down with him In a death grip.
An aeroplane following the dirigible
as screen, hoping to get home with
information II the dirigible were lost.
had escaped the sharpshooters in the
church tower by flying around the
town. However, 1t ran within range OF
the automatic and the sharpshooters
on top Of the castle tower. They failed
of the bulls-eye, but their bullets, rim
ming the target, Gripping the motor
and cutting braces, brought the crum
ping wings about the helpless pilot
The watching gunners uttered Abs!
Of horror and triumph as they saw hin
fall, gliding this way and that, in the
agony Of slow descent.
Come now!" called the artiller!
commander. I'VE are wasting pre-
cious time
Entering the grounds Of the Gallan'
house, Marta had to pass to one sld
OF the path, now blocked by arm
waso,s and engineers materials an
tools. Soldiers carrying sand-bag
were taking the shortest cut, tran
pling the flowers on their way.
do you know whose property thi
is?" she demanded in a burst OF al
ger.
"Ours-the nation's!" answered one
perspiring freely at his work. SOL
ry!" he added on second thought.
Already parts of the first terrac
were shoulder.high with sand-bags AM
one automatic had been set in place
Marta observed as she turned to tn
veranda. There her mother sat in he
fayorite chair, hands relaxed as the,
rested on its arms, while she looke'
out over the valley in the supertran
guilty that comes to some womel
under a strain-as soldiers who hav'
been on sieges can tell you-that SOM
psychologists interpret one way AM
some another, none knowing evel
their own wives.
Marta, did any Of the children
GOMEZ" Mrs. Galland asked In he
usual pleasant tone. So far as sh
was concerned, the activity on tn
terrace did not exist. She seemed Oh
livious of the fact of war.
Marta's monosyllable absently an
swering the question was expressly
of her wonder at her mother. Mos
girls do not know their mothers mucl
better than psychologists know thei
wives.
Marta. whatever happens on
should go regularly about what h
considers his duty" said Mrs. Galland
"They have been as considerate a
they could, evidently by Colonel Lar
ssron's orders" she proceeded, nod
ding toward the industrious engineers
"And they've packed all the painting
and works of art and put them In tn
cellar. where they will be safe"
The captain Of engineers in com
mand, seeing Marta, hurried towar'
her.
Miss Galland, isn't IT," he asked
"I have been waiting for you. II
we'll, ! found that l could not max
the situation clear to your mother"
He thinks me in my second child
hood or out Of my head" Mrs. Gallan'
explained with shade OF tartness