The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-01-02

range, but one Gray battery has either
made a mistake in cutting its fuses or
struck a streak of powder below stand
ard, and it, shells burst among those
whom il is aiming to assist
The ground seems rising under the
feet of Fracasse's company; the air is
split and racked and wrenched and
torn with hideous screams of invisible
demons. The men stop; they act on
the uncomfortable instinct of self-pres-
ervation against an overwhelming
force of nature. A few without the
power of locomotion drop, faces
pressed to the ground. The rest flee
toward shoulder of the slope
through the instinct that leads
hunted man in street into an alley.
In confusion of arms and legs, press
ing one on the other, no longer SOL
diers, only a mob, they throw them
selves behind the first protection that
offers itself Fracasse also runs. He
runs from the flame of a furnace door
suddenly thrown open.
The Gray batteries have ceased fir
ing; certain gunners' ears burn under
the words Of inquiry as to the cause
of the mistake from an artillery COM
mander Dellarme's men are hugging
the earth too close to cheer. A desire
to spring up and yell may be in their
hearts, but they know the danger OF
showing a single unnecessary inch of
their craniums above the skyline. The
sounds that escape their threats are
those of a winning team at a tug OF
war as diaphragms relax.
With the smoke clearing, they see
20 or so Grays plastered on the slope
at the point where the charge was
checked. Every one of thoss PROSTATE
forms is within fatal range. Not one
moves a finger; even the living are
feigning death in the hope Of surviv-
ing. Among them Is little Peterkin,
so faithful in forcing his refractory
legs to keep pace with his comrades.
II he is always up with them they will
never know what is in his heart and
call him a coward. AS he has been
knocked unconscious. he has not been
in the pell-mell retreat.
His first stabbing thought on coming
to was that he must be dead; but, no;
he was opening his eyes sticky with
dust. At least, he must be wounded,
He had not power yet to move his
hands in order to feel where, and when
they grew alive enough to move, what
he In ~ him hn11 than,
| frigidly still. His nerves went search
ing from his head to his feet and
miracle of heaven!-found no point of
pain or spot soppy with blood. II he
were really hit there was bound to be
one or the other, he knew from read
ing.
Between him and the faces of the
Browns-yes, the actual, living, terri
BILE Browns-above the CLINT of their
rifle barrels, was no obstacle that
could stop a bullet, though not more
than three feet away was a crater
made by a shell burst. The black cir
Gle of every muzzle on the crest
seemed to be pointing at him. When
were they going to shoot? When was
he to be executed? Would he be shot
in many places and die thus? Or would
the very first bullet go through his
head? Why didn't they fire? What
were they waiting for? The suspense
was unbearable. The desperation of
overwhelming fear driving him in ire
sponsible impulse, he doubled up his
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the crater.
A blood-curdling burst Of whistles
passed over his head as a dozen rifles
cracked. This time he was surely
killed, He was in some other world!
Which was 1t, the good or the bad?
The good, for he had glimpse of blue
sky. No, that could not be, for he had
been alive when he leaped for the
crater, and there he was pressed
against the soft earth of its bottom.
He burrowed deeper blissfully. He
was the nearest to the enemy Of any
man of the 12Sth. and he certainly
had passed through a gamut of emo
lions In the half-hour since Eugene
Aronson had leaped over a white post
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"Confound 1t. II we'd kept on we'd
have got them! Now we have to do
II all over again." growled Fracasse
distractedly as he looked around at
the faces hugging the cover of the
shoulder-facts asking, What next?
each In its own way; faces blank and
white; faces with lips working and
eyes blinking; faces with the blood
rushing back to cheeks in baffled an.
ger. One, however. was half smiling
Hugo Mallins.
You did your share Of the running
j" warrant. Mallin!" said Fracasse
e1citedly, venting his disgust on q
particular object
Yes, SIR answered Hugo. 1T was
very hard to maintain a sembIance OF
dignity. Yes, sir, | kept near you all
the time. Wasn't that what you wanted
mo to do. SIR
Three or foAr men burst into a hys-
terical laugh as if something had bro.
ken In their Threats. Everybody felt
kbetter for this touch of drollery except
he captain. Yet, possibly. it may
fhave helped him in recovering his