The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1915-09-11


streets.
Look at that red light over there
Our house may he burning" softly
whispered a woman TO her husband.
There are million homes in
London. Why should ours in par
ticular be burning?" he responded
A number OF men talking IN
French gazed UP from the streets
They wore the clothes of walters
They lad rushed out OF the upper
rooms OF one OF the most luxuriant
hotels in the world.
'The devils" says one. and them
We've got to get it; il can't get
away"
.'Oh my neck" says a pretty girl
dressed in evening wraps. Il cam,
look up any more
But she does.
All about are beautiful garbed
women and men in evening clothes.
Oaths and ah's--long drawn out
-exclamations of admiration are
like the sound of an American crowd
watching fireworks as they watch the
brilliant flashes from the bursting
shrapnel. Suddenly they realize that
the biggest city in the world has be-
come a night battle rield where sew
en- million of harmless men, women
and children live. The very heart of
civilization is Witnessing things that
the heart and mind had credited to
past centuries.
Again tomorrow night they will
leave the side of their dead to look
carefully into the sky. The little
children that said. Nov | Icy me
down will be awakened and rushed
into the cellars to save them from
death.
Then there will be another roar
and more cries.
Good Cod. it is staggering" you
hear some one exclaim. as the shrap-
mel flashes and breaks around the
airship. But the Zeppelin moves
steadily onward in its course.
What roar of JOY would go up
from millions of persons if they
could suddenly see the long yellow
object transformed into one gigantic
gas explosion.
Little white gioved hands clap
approval White teeth are shown in
smiles. Men roar with delight.
These men and women. flowers of
twentieth century culture, have be-
come elemental. Bloody. dirty sol
diers on the battle field feel the
same way.
If the men in the sky think they
are terrifying London, they are
wrong. They are only making the
city mad
The redness of burning building
fills the sky. The dome of historic
st. Paul's cathedral looms up against
the glow.
At the gate of the church stands
an old verger. half dressed. 1t has
been his Guty for the past fifty
years to guard the c h u c h
against thieves and fires as
others had done in the CEN
turies past. But he's got bigger
job than he ever had before. The
verger and his white haired wife be-
side him are talking TO three girls
such as never had come into their
lives at the church except on a night
like this They pointed out the form
of the Zeppelin.
I'VE are all brothers and sisters
in London tonight" said the white
janitor, neither man nor woman
good or bad-just humans. mad
and unwilling to die
The great gas bag brings out on
the vision the Chinese Gordon
monument ON which sit soldier
and a girl. She is gazing at invis-
lible figures on the stone pavement,
but her face is bent close TO his.
They may have seen the Zeppelin,
but Just now they are more inter-
ested in the old. old story that comes
| into the lives of lovers.
They typify London and England
untouched by this Zeppelin raid
that only ended the lives of 20 and
| injured IS.
The next day recruiting was treb-
bled