Bisbee daily review., 1917-08-12

- porch knitting WaSn clOtn lol A the Red Cross chapter of this - town. She would like to have played the piano or gone out in an automobile or visited with her young friends or read a novel or dressed her hair in a new way she had seen that day in a magazine. But she kept brayely on with her task.
 Finally she dropped the single It. tie white square and the big black needle upon the floor and said petu- lently to her mother:
 "Oh, deari l wish l could do some thing worth while for the war. This is So silly. Who wants to make wash scloths They are nothing at all l swish I could-oh, don't know what, but something great"
 Do what you can," replied the moth- Ser quietly Do what you are set to do. Who knows, or who can say how much good it will do."
 The girl sighed, but she picked up her work and bent over it again with obedient submission. Her brown hair cleaned in the sunlight; her eyes were as blue as the sky.
 It was a bright spring day in Elan ders. The big drive was on. English Tommies on the north, Americans Tn the center and the grizzled Poilu to the south. The guns had roared for A week without ceasing. This was to be the greatest offensive of the war "On to the Rhine" was the cry.
 At last the signal was given and Uncle Sam's boys were up and over ID their first great baptism of fire. The first and second line trenches were quickly won. By heavens, they are up to and over the third. On to the fourth. Hurrah!
 Night fell in Flanders. The stars looked down from the black sky SC far above that battlefield and ever their cold, steadfast glance was soft ened at the sights they saw that nlght Two soldiers lay close together in mangled heap of dead and wounded men in front of machine gun em placement that had taken heavy toll before it was captured. Suddenly one of them sat up and cursed with fer yor while he considered his wounded leg.
 Right through the bone," he saiC ruefully. Crippled leg for life fol yours truly of the old Thirty-third And they've got Bill, too. Wonder I he is dead"
 The soldier with the shattered leI leaned over and examined his compan ion. The latter lay in that peculia sprawling fashion that always denotes a serious wound.
 "Shot in the neck. by Jingo!" eX claimed the profane soldier. "An' he's bleeding badly. It'll be all ul with him in a little while if l can stop it. He's still breathing. but it mighty faint"
 Swish-h-h-ploom-ml went shell hundred feet away. Then came an IT tense rattle of machine gun fire an the quick, short bark of the sevent, lives.
 "D-n that she'll" grumbled the An erican soldier, brushing the dirt O him and his companion. Good for til Trenches; they've got 'em on the run,
 Vainly the wounded man turned ni head and looked in every direction fo help. The spot where he and hi friend lay was up to the fourth Tn and was still swept by the Germa shells. Thousands of wounded me lay behind them and there was muc for the Red Cross to do before 1t coul reach this part of the great charm house vainly he searched for ra or cloth of some kind to staunch U wound in his friends neck throua which his life was ebbing away. Il own clothes were tatters and foul vii mud and mire-
 The soldier swore again. "Wouldr