Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-08-06
THE PHANTOM ARMY OF ST.
GEORGE

World without end. Amen said
one of the British soldiers, with some
irrelevance, as he took aim and fired.
Then he remembered a vegetarian
restaurant in London, where he had
once or twice eaten queer dishes of
outlets made of lentils and nuts that
pretended to be steaks. On all the
plates in this restaurant a figure of
st. George was printed in blue with
the motto, Adsit Anglis Sanctus
Georgius. May st. George be a pres
ent help to England The soldier hap
pened to know Latin and other use
less things, so now, as he fired at the
grey advancing mass, 800 yards away,
he uttered the pious vegetarian motto.
He went on firing to the end, till at
last Bill on his right had to clout him
cheerfully on the head to make him
stop, pointing out as he did so that
the Kings ammunition cost money and
was not lightly to be wasted in drill
ing funny patterns into dead Ger
mans. For as the Latin scholar ut
tered his invocation he felt something
shock pass through his body. The
roar of the battle died down in his
ears to a gentle murmur, and instead
of it, he says he heard a great voice
louder than a thunder peal, crying
Array! Array" His heart grew hot
as a burning coal, then it grew cold
as ice within him, for it seemed to
him a tumult of voices answered to
this summons. He heard or seemed to
hear thousands shouting. AS the SOL
der heard these voices, he saw before
him, beyond the trench, long line of
shapes with a shining about them.
They were like men who drew the
bow, and with another shout their
cloud of arrows few singing and whir-
ring through the air toward the Ger
man host. The other men in the
trenches were firing all the while
They had no hope, but they aimed
Just as if they had been shooting at
Bisley.
Suddenly one of thehe lifted up his
voice in plain English. "Gawd help
u.s." he beloved to the man next to
him. "but we're blooming marvels
Look at those grey gentlemen! LooB
at them! They're not going down in
dozens or hundreds-in thousands II
Isl Look. look! There's a regiment
gone while I'm talking to ye!"
shut it," the ther soldier beloved
taking aim, What are ye talking
about?" But he gulped with astonish-
ment even while he spoke, for indeed
the grey men were falling by the thou
sands. The English could hear the
! cultural scream of their revolvers a;
they shot, and line after line crashed
to the earth. All the while the Latin
bred soldier heard the cry, Harrow
Harrow! Monseigneur! Dear Saint
Quick to our aid! st. George hell
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The singing arrows darkened the
air, the heather hordes melted before
them. More machine guns!" Bill
yelled to Tom. Don't hear them!
Tom yelled back. but thank God
anyway, they have got it in the neck.
In fact theer were ten thousand deat
German soldiers left before tha
salient of the English army, and conse'
quently-no Sedan. In Germany, {
country ruled by scientific principles
the great General Staff decided tina
the contemplate English must have
employed turpentine shells, as NJ
wounds were discernible on the deaC
soldiers. But the man that knew wha
nuts tasted like when they called
themselves steak. knew also that st
George had brought his Agincour
Bowmen to help the English. - Th'
Hon. Mrs. st. John Mildmay, in Th'
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