The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1918-02-22
Neither Capital Greatly
Aroused at Presence of
Hun Airplanes.
NOTED u. S. WRITER
DESCRIBES SCENES
With Small Results Obtained,
Wonders That BOches
Keep Them Up.
~ GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER.

copyright. 1913. by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
Paris, Feb. 21.-Suddenly there
sounded a shriil high pitched wall,
rising and falling in a most unearthly
shrek just outside the window.
There was an instantaneous lull in
the vivacity.
Three walters went to the door. but
the head waiter, rushing in before
them. stopped them and held them mo-
tionless with an upraised hand; for
this was one of the most decorous
restaurants in Paris, and poise must be
preserved though the heavens fall.
There was stained glass medallion
just behind him, in the rocco door OF
birdseye maple.
All Stop to Listen.
The pink checked and much medaled
officer at the table across the room,
who had been In the act OF pouring
wine for one ef the ladies OF his party.
held the decanter in mid -air; the
young English officer who had been
lighting cigarette as he told story
of mighty pretty girl, let the match
burn out in his fingers. while the girl
stopped in the very midst of a silvery
laugh, with a curious effect of an in
audible echo; the American contractor
who was laying out railroad con-
struetion campaign with matches. for
the instruction of the two French Of
sficers who were his hosts. held a
river in one hand and mountain
in the other while he listened; the
large. prosperous looking French gem
tleman who was dining alone-a bank
er, IL our judgment as to the length
of his whiskers was accurate-had his
spoon in the midst of his dessert. and
left 1t there: we, discussing ways and
means to make French oyster taste
Ike an American one. had turned to-
ward each other, and continued To look
each other fixedly in the eye.
The SIRENS Voice.
1t was the voice of the siren
Time was when the rise and fall OF
that piercing whistle would bring back
a favorite picture of n crack hook and :
ladder company racing to a fire, with
three beautiful rrancing horses dash
ing proudly down the middle of Fifth
ay, and the traffic spreading quickly
to the curbs. and a black and white
coach dog. with his mouth wide open,
and his eyes bulging and his ears
FLYING straight back, and his tail stiff
as poker, running like mad ahead OF
the horses, barking with every lung in
his body, and thinking that he was
responsible for the whole thing.
siren will never mean merely thai
to us again.
This time it was like the raising OF
n curtain on n far different scene.
Battle Had Begun.
We were in London.
1t was five o'clock in the morning
Piccadilly hotels.
/ didn't hear the siren.
When / awoke. the big guns wer'
booming everywhere.
BANG.
BANG. BANG.
BOOM.
/ listened attentively, and made Al
accurate guess.
"Eiddy!"
Yes" came a quiet voice out of th
dense darkness.
"Oh, you're awake. Well. here
IS"
No"
Yes it Is. It's the zeps.'
Really" A soft hand slipped owe
from the next bed and met mine hal
way. What do we do?'s
Il don't know"
Silence for a moment, while We con
sidered that delicate question: that il
silence on our part. though outside tn
mighty fusillade increased and n sharl
whizzing shrek in the air. followc
by an explosion. told Of a deseendin
bomb near by.
1t was curious sensation. that {
living in snug bed in the dark wit
bomb likely to pop in on one at an
instant.
Il was going back to sleep" cam
the quiet voice out OF the darkness
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