The evening leader. (Tarpon Springs, Fla.) 191?-19??, 1918-07-30


subsidies as a new noise starts-the
| Arches, or anti-aircraft guns, which
commence to bark furiously from half
a dozen different points. Searchlights
rake the sky. The Arches continue
4 their clamor, but they are not firing
at anything, merely keeping up a bar
rage fire to prevent the Doche from
flying over the city.
i Suddenly there is an earthrocking
| WHOM No more doubt as to where
the Boches are. WHOM, WHOM,
| WHOOMl One involuntarily ducks
and tries turtlewise to cover his head
with his shoulders. A hideous noise
lresounds up and down the deserted
street-falling walls, and the tinkling
and crash of showers of broken glass
and roofing tiles.
Through the glass and litter of the
lstreet an American Red Cross CANTON
Iette comes ploughing its way. One OF
1.-THE city firemen stands on the running
board. They stop and the fireman
flashes an electric lamp into the ruins,
makes hasty inspection, and then
runs up the street and dives into the
Iredlight cave.
| Anybody here from numbers 40 to
Isl 2, he calls. A half dozen voices yell
out that there is.
/ CTS everybody here from those
numbers? Was there anyone left in
either of those buildings 2
| "There is an anxious calling back
and forth and rapid counting of
noses. All here, is the answer.
"sGood! Not much left of those two
buildings. Don't enter the ruins until
ithey have been inspected by the en-
cheering department. Go to the Sis
tiers of the Poor if you want food or
a place to Sleep
"a wall and several curses compete,
but the fireman is gone.
| "The Arches have stopped and there
are no more whooms, but people stay
in their cellars. 1t is only nine o'clock
and experience has. shown that
the industrious and methodical Boches
will keep coming back again and again
until after midnight.
"a half mile away a bright red
glow gets larger and larger and lights
the sky. A fire has broken out in the
railroad yards and is making great
Roadway. Several cars of oil are burn
ing fercely and spreading to cars of
merchandise. Half dozen American
soldiers are working feverishly trying
ito get the untouched cars away from
the fire
Two of them have got hold of a
switch engine and are shunting out
whole strings of cars.
"'Do you know anything about these
French engines, Sir?' asks the i'm
promtu engineer. 4 can't find the
damn brake
"The fire is eating its way toward
pier on which stands a line of drums
of gasoline.
"'Come on, boys! roll them kegs O.
gas outa here yells the corporal, and
. the line of drums starts trundling
down the pier. 1t is Internally hot
and the average man does not know
just how hot gasoline can get before
. it begins misbehaving; but the line
never wavers.
"tRoll 'em along, boys! Keep 'em
going. Everybody has got tofdie some
| time
| little by little things become quiet
er. The fires die down. The Arches
stop. Here and there working par
| ty still continues its labors in the
ruins. Someone is missing, and they
want to get him out of a cellar. Now
the tocsin sounds again, this time
| with slow, stately, measured beats
This is the 'alPs clear signal. No
more enemy planes are flying between
here and the fighting lines People
come out of their CELLARS and 60 home.
II A few cautious souls are busily put
ting sheets of paper and pieces of
bedding across their broken windows
| to keep out the dreaded 'courant d'air'
Now and then there is a small group
| in doorway recounting experiences
Il 'The Boche has dropped more than
one hundred bombs tonight, many of
them of the 66-pound size. The net
damage is not very great. A few
houses destroyed, many windows brok-
/ en-, few victims-yery few, but all
too many; few holes blown in the
streets. some trees uprooted in the
] parks and some pansy beds obliter-
ated.
/ Il imagine that back in his quarters,