New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-05-14

Aerial operations and lndersed operations
hare been the ttOo great novelties of this aCar
The submarine has been the more formidable
wedpon Of offence. The undersed terror
porks IN the dark. 10 creeps upon its Uic-
tins, looses a deadly torpedo and then skztks
dVdy IN the depths. That is ,carfare re-
duced to the Io1oest terms of secrecy, brutal
ity and terror. Life on submarine is about
as gloomy and cherries as life IN a prison
The air fighter, on the contrary enjoys the
EXTREMIST freedom Of Increment, the most
conderf1d erhilardtion of spirit. The ro-
nance, the glamour and the hazard of aCar are
raised to a neao Po'oer in the desperate work
Of the flyers, t0ho scout, face hostile fire from
beloto and battle against one another in the
upper blue
The brilliant sketch 1ohich foIIo1os tcas
written By Siegfried Reinke for "Der Welt
Spiegel," the sen,i-1oeekly supplement Of the
"Berliner Tageblatt." It is stepped NTH all
the excitement, the peril, the mystery and
the killing nerve strain Of warfare in the
airl
Twilight Lieutenant Horst Wegehaupt
raised himself in his bed and stared, his
forward, into the darkness of the room.
Was it dream or reality? His heart beat
violently and he could feel the blood coursing
through the arteries of his neck. Had not a
figure stood there near his bed, rising like a
gray, phosphorescent spectre from the gloom?
Nothing was to be seen. Nothing.
"Is any one there?" he asked.
The night was still. Yet through the still
ness now came the half-smothered paving of
the horses in their stalls. He heard the heavy
steps of the sentinel, now coming nearer and
now receding. A calf tied somewhere to peg
called plaintively; it sounded like the fright
ened cry of a child.
Lieutenant Wegehaupt put down the re-
volver which he had instinctively grasped when
he reused himself. Against what had been
troubling his dreams for several weeks past
weapon was no help
He struck a light The watch, on his table,
marked o'clock. He could not go to sleep
again. At he must get up to make the last
preparations for his scouting flight. On the
table lay his maps and his typographical photo
graphs his camera and his carbine.
He looked at the flame of the candle, which
burned calm and unconcernedly, fringed round
by misty chimney of isinglass, and gazing at
that quiet flame he felt his blood become cooler.
What was the matter with him? Was he
sick-overstrained? So it had seemed for sew
eral weeks past. Ever since he had suffered
from fever and had lain for two weeks in the
hospital behind the front-two long weeks
when he had stared in half-sleep, inert and
speechless, at the little bit of sky which he
could see through the window.
II was then that the terrible dreams began.
IL was as if in his soul something fearful had
oncysted itself and that while he lay there the
hard, enveoping cover had slowly decomposed.
And now there burst forth sickly brood of
hantasms-medeval. frightful monstrosities
beings half human. half reptile-images
blood-clear and in strange metallic green col
ors, as though seen through water.
But with them were mixed still more fright
ful images Of reality-all the impressions of
he nameess horrors which he had seen in the
asst few months. Burning towns, the face OF
, toothess old man who had once looked at him
With an expression Of maniacal hate; black and
distorted bodies. whole acres full of stifened
crpses, horse which he had ridden and which,
truck by shell and bleeding from many
rounds, stood before him and looked al him
With big, imploring eyes until he could no long
o. endure the look and had TO relieve the ami
ais sufgrngs by shooting him.
These figures noated through his dreams,