The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-10-22

| held the trenches below the forest :.
Bullets came whining up the long
wood ways, smacking against trees;
shells bowling overhead; troops were
| moving down to the front in the utter
darkness and wounded were struggling
back to the rear, writes Perceval Glib
| son in Golfers Weekly Fires here
and there among the trees made
| patches of light in which moved fig
| ures painted III the blacklist black
against their ruddy glamor; all was
noise and the sense of death urgent
at ones elbow and confused movement
and battling dark.
The wounded came up on foot, stag
gering painfully through the confusion,
perceived in the darkness just as a
| CLEAN of white bandage and voice
| that cried warningly-very family
sometimes sc oundedi Wounded"
There came one feeling his way
| with cropping hands through that hell
ish grotesqueness of war, who made
no warning outcry-only stricken
humble penetrated through the band
ages that wrapped his jaws and the
| lower part of his face. A sanitaire
| found him and pointed the way to the
tent Can you get there without
| help?" he demanded. From behind
the stained bandages came wordless
humble and the man nodded. :.
1t was some two or three hours
later that the sanitaire who had ac-
costed the face-bandaged man came
across him again, not far from the
tent. 'Why!" he said, what are you
doing here? Didn't you understand
where you had to go? Come along;
I'll take you there"
He put his hand on the mans arm
to draw him along; at that touch and
the friendly compulsion of it the
wounded man jerked back, dragging
his arm free. His wound, it seemed,
he could bear but not hands laid upon
him. He hesitated, as if he would
back into the wood. Next moment he
stood in the light of the sanitaire's
electric torch, his eyes, above his
bandages and below his cap, battling
and blind by it's glare.
"Ah." The torch went out and the
I sanitaire's hands descended upon,
him. firmly now in a grapple. Help,
here." shouted the sanitaire, hanging
| to him while he fought to be free.
Help, here, brothers! Here's q Ger
man spy!"
| saw him first when the bandages
had been taken from him-those band
ages that had spared him the need of
speaking Russian--lying bare his
! rlcan-shaven checks. which showed no
wound, and the pert trimmed mustache
| I'll his upper lip. AL officer, this one
- Pruss ian, with all the stern prize
of his race and class. He Lad already
been judged and condemned; life for
him was at its end; he stood in the
light of the lantern awaiting the firing
party that was even now coming up,
with his hands claspeG behind his
back. in an attitude of serene and
nOncbalant ease.
1t cost him apparently nc effort to
hold the smooth and imperturbable
calm of his features. - be and seem
an officer and ali aristocrat in the
very Valley of the Shadow of Death.
A Russian officer stepped forward
and offered his cigarette case. The
prisoner, with nod of acknowledge
ment, took and lighted a cigarette. He
drew at it, lifted it from his lips and
blew thin cloud Of smoke. like a man
who relisheS it Fundamentally.
Then the firing party, ten men and