Connecticut western news., 1915-09-16
K|PL|HG CALLS
 FRONTIER
"Is Not Local Victories We're After" FrenChman Tells
 Noted Author at Front.

NIpllnSy unOeF Ine general Iltle or
 "France at War on the Frontier of Civilization" describing the inn
 rpressions of visit to the fighting | line in France.
 By RUDYARD kIPLING. | Copyright, 1915, by the Sun Printing and Publishing assoc.ation.l
 "H ITS pretty park" said the French artillery officer. We've done k lot for it since the owner left.
 hope he'll appreciate it when he comes back
 The cur traversed a winding drive | through woods between banks embel- ! lished with little chalets of q rustic na- l ture. At first the chaletS stood their full height above ground, suggesting 1 tea gardens in England. Farther on they sank into the earth till at the top of the ascent only their solid brown ! roofs showed. Torn branches, droop- ing across the driveway, with here and there a scorched patch of undergrowth, explained the reason of their modesty. The chateau that commanded these gl0ries of forest and park sat boldly on d terrace. There was nothing wrong with it except, if one looked closely, few scratches or dints on its white stone walls or Il neatly drilled hole un- der q flight of steps. One such hole ended in an uneXploded shell
 Yes" said the officer, they arrive here occasionally"
 Something beloved across the folds of the wooded hills. Something grunt- cd in reply. Something passed over head querulously, but not without dig nifty. Two clear, fresh barks joined the chorus. and a man moved laZily in the direction of the guns.
 well. suppose we come and look at things q little,' said the commanding officer on observation post.
 There was specimen tree. a tree worthy of such park. the sort of tree visitors are always taken to admire. A ladder ran up it to q platform. What little wind there was swayel the tall top, and the ladder creaked like ships gangway. X telephone bell tin kled fifty feet overhead. Two invisible guns spoke fervently for half minute and broke off like terriers choked on
  platform swayei dizzily beneath us. Here one found a rustic shelter, always of the tea garden pattern-a table. a map and q little window wreathed with living branches that gave one the first view of the devil and all his works.
 Grass Yellow From Gas.
 It was a stretch of open country with a few sticks. like old tooth brushes, which had once been trees round a farm. The rest was yellow grass, barren to all appearances as the yeldt.
 'The grass is yellow because they have used gas here" said an officer ''Their trenches are-yOu can see for yourself"
 The guns in the woods began again. They seemed to have no relation to the regularly spaced bursts of smoke along little smear in the desert earth 2,O00 yards away, no connection at all with the strong voices overhead, con- ing and going. It was as imperSonal as the drive of the sea along a break water Thus it went-a pause, a gath ering of sound like the race of an in coming wave, then the high flung heads of breakers spouting white up the face of a groin. Suddenly a sev- enth wave broke and spread the shape of its foam like a plume overlapping all the others.
 That's one of our torpilleurs, what you call trench sweepers." said the ob- server.
 Among the whispering leaves some one crossed, the platform to consult the map with its ranges. \ blistering outbreak of white smoke rose little beyond the large plume. It was as though the tide has struck a reef out wonder Then Il new voice of tremen- dous volume lifted itself. Out of a lull that followed somebody laughed. Evidently the voice was known.
 ''That is not for us," a gunner said. '@They are being walked up from"-he named a distant French position-"and so the torpilleur is attending to them there. We go on with our usual work.
 Look, another torpilleur. The bar barianr'
 Again big plume rose, and again the lighter shells broke at their appointed distance beyond 1t. The smoke died away on that stretch of trench as the foam of q swell dies in the angle of q harbor wall and broke out afresh half q mile lower down. In its apparent laziness, in its awful deliberation and its quick spasms of wrath it was more like the work of waves than of men, and our high platforms gentle sway and glide were exactly the motion of ship drifting with us toward that shore.
 Always the Same Work"
 ''The usual work, only the usual york; the officer explained. Some times it is here. sometimes above or below us. have been here since May"