The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-17


 paign against the Chesapeake or New England. Very probably he may-by the way, when the administration moves we have decided it shall be to Cleveland-but he must. employ his main army before New York as long as we hold the >'ty."
 (Which, will beT' T
 "As long as military purposes will be served and not one second less, gen tlemen. I must ask you to excuse me now, Mir. President and gentlemen. As y0n observe, 1t is rather later than daybreak, and General Bainbridge has reported that at dawn the lombard ment of the city altered character, to intensive shell fire against our posi- tions opposite Brooklyn, a probable preliminary to a general assault"
 The assault, as a matter of fact, all ready was begun. N 94, barely third of a mile from the front of the cap- tured borough of Brooklyn, was in the very center of the American position under attack. One gun, hidden some where across the river, evidently was detailed to the destruction of the ware house. The shells, arriving every twen- ty seconds, struck first in the street and little to the right; now they burst directly in front of the building now they struck the building itself and began to blow 1t to pieces.
 Jim Ashby, crouching behind cot ton bale at window on the second Annys aIf n64H n hfo viii, muscle strained and tense, his skin bloodless. and damp with cold sweat He repeated to himself the words of his majorf f"Stck! Hold ysur position or dier'
 The smash of a shell-the awful, soul shredding burst and batter of high ! explosive charge-dashed him down abject, shrinking, nerveless against the floor. 70 God! o Godr' he prayed. Let me livew Twenty feet away, just down thene past the second window, Q great, grisly smear which had been a lieutenant and four men was spattered about the floor. Another shell came, and the man beside Jim at the window, two more on the other side, fattened them selves on the floor. gasping, then rose | and scurried for the stairs. Jim saw them and started to scramble, after them. A
 "Go backSto your places! Go bach there, I sayr' It was Houston, the wooden legged man, who headed then off and caught one bodily and hurled him back toward the windows. ] "Oh, we've can't stay here! Let us by! Let us by! Oh, oh, this is murder! We got to get out! Lei us by"
 Four of the recruits were trying tc ] get past the wooden legged man now They were wild, beside themselves ! Houston struck the first full in the face with his revolver. The recruit went down and lay quiet. Houstc: struck the next and staggered hin II back. Corporal Ashby-whose bust ness now it was, fit was any ones to hold those men to their positions got up and faltered towar1 them. But was 1t to join them against Houston or to help the wooden legged man !! Jim stopped himself from joining the two now trying to run, but he could not help Houston.
 Too well he knew his duty was to stay and make them stay. to drive them tt tito stay there and be slaughtered How could he do that? Why should he? What sense was there in that He must be crazy. The wooden legged man must be mad. Every one must be mad except those men who were trying to get away. It was murder plain self slaughter~to stay.
 "HOustonr' heLppealed-"H Houston!
 And you, too.' the wooden legged 1 man bawled back at him. 'I shoo you too! Go back to your place ther' or you get 1t too. Hang you COW l ards! Go back-go backv' The wood en legged man in his fury drove tn | others before him. Jim slunk bacl with them and stared dizzily agail | out toward the East river.
 | It was Houston now-who told hin