The Home news., 1916-12-29
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AAlS truce or God" is strange. so strange that it seems the armies hava forgotten the war. I have never felt my soul more peaceably inclined. more bourgeois, less warlike. I forbid mv orderly to wake me early tomorrow.
 And in truth this morning got up at a. Iull of crazy ideas, with the desire to climb up, up over the wooded slones of a mountain, to throw myself on tha ground upon a carpet of moss. to look at the trees, hear the chirping of birds, enjoy all the beauty of this en- chanted region. And the Austrians? But do the Austrians still exist?
 Some books lying on my table tempt my fancy. I half close the curtains of the two windows, which are filling the chamber with light, raise the shutters and sit down, taking up the reading Of a study of Alphonse Daudet by Doc tor Bake. And l read, read until a curious statement strikes me:
 Whereas, Daudet as a bachelor wrote only when the inspiration struck him, after his marriage he acquired the habit of daily work"
 This fact interests me. go over to the table and make a note of Doctor Balke's statement.
 Chapter II-From Another Angle.
 Lieutenant Puviani, an officer in the same battalion to which your corre- spondent has the honor of belonging. is attached to the local command at Go- ritz. He is strong man, rather heavy, getting on in years Che completed the fortieth few days ago), a good father and a brave soldier, who kas been at the front and in the immediate neigh bOrhoOd since the beginning of the war. At present he has a rather quiet post and takes advantage of it to make horrible photographs for which he goes about begging compliments. and copies If which he distributes to all his friends.
 It is II :45 a. m. and he is late for the officers mess which is located near the open door of courtyard, in the same street where stands the house of your correspondent.
 Lieutenant Puviani arrives Ia te at he mess. This tardiness is not neces- sary considering that he has nothing 70 do from morning till night, but it gives him a certain air of being slave of duty," which he cultivates.
 So Lieutenant PuYiani walks along with firm and measured step toward he mess. Behold him in Via L-, be- nold him in Via A, two steps from his goal. The street is quiet as though lulled to sleep in the heat of a summer afternoon.
 Suddenly, at the end of the street, a hundred yards in front of him, he hears sinister whistling, an explosion, ter fife noise. Pieces of wall, beams, broken glass rain upon the street, while l great cloud, first reddish, then whit ssh, rises into the sky.
 Lieutenant Puviani looks at the stricken house and utters a cry. In one jump he reaches the mess, where Ill the officers of the battalion are unching and talking about the shell, which must have fallen very near" md with a sentence causes them to start to their feet.
 Lieutenant Zanghieri's house has fallen in !"
 The officers leave the mess and run oward the spot where lies perhaps the body of their brother officer. Chapter IIl-What Really Occurred.
 "After his marriage he acquired the habit of daily work"
 At the word marriage" dull, far away boom, half obliterated by dis .ance. One hears thousands like 1t avery day. today none have been