The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-01-29
RAID TERMINATES. PEACEFULSUNDAY
 ON BRITISH LINES
It Was Far Too Quiet toILast and Troops Went "Over
 Top" to Investigate.

London, Jan. 1 Gby mail.)-The hot afternoon is drawing to a close and the sun is setting away behind the German lines, where a dim mist lies over the horizon. It is beautiful Sunday and quiet lies over the sec tor, in which the soldiers of the Lon don regiment are stationed. In one bay an officer is willing away the time smoking cigarette and read ing copy of Tennyson's poems. He is very young man who wears the ribbon of the ID. $. c. on his tunlc.
 Beside him is a soldier, also sitting down, with a writing pad on his knee. The postman will be up pres ently and by that time the yougster will have finished the letter which ne is writing to his mother. The letter consists of many pages and he writes home daily.
 Behind him, standing on the fire step, is a soldier with his eyes fixed on the field. in front and his hand | clasping his rifle. Now and again he looks covertly at his wrist watch, for the hour on sentry-go is almost at an end.
 Another soldier is stretched out on the firestep, his overcoat wrappeG tightly around his head, and he is fast asleep. Suddenly through the clear evening air comes the sound or bell, calling the peasantry Of the back-area to church and prayers. The young officer listens.
 'It's Sunday" he says, as if sud- denly recollecting this. "All days are the same here" Tt is the Angelus bell at the village of Rentoul," says the boy who has just finished his let ter. 'Tt's strange to hear the An gelus bell in the trenches, is it not, sir?"
 The sleeper wakes up, rubs his eyes with a miry hand and feels in hls pocket for a cigarette.
 q suppose all the people are on the way to church down there" he re- marks as the sound of the bell reaches his ears. q wish I was going to church, too.''
 The officer laughs.
 "You've become suddenly pious, he remarks, looking at the man who has woke up. If I remember cor rectly you were before orderly room I
 "But Stephanette of the Cafe Belle vue back in Rentoul was not at the service that I missed, sir,' says the soldier, lighting his cigarette.
 Its the quietest Sunday I've seen for a long time," remarked the sen try, looking significantly at his wrist watch His term of duty was at an end. And it's your turn on here Inow, Jim,' he adds, gazing at the man who had been asleep.
 At that moment a corporal comes Into the bay, and goes up to the oftl- cer.
 Capt. F. wants to see you, sir, ; he says.
 The officer goes round the traverse land is absent for 10 minutes. At the end of this time he returns still car Irvina- his book. He halts for sec lond. holds the book of poems in the fork of his hand, turns down leaf to mark the place where he has left off. and places the volume in his pocket.
 I've have to cross and raid the Ger man trenches tonight" he tells the men. 'eThey're keeping so very quiet that it's as well to see what they are about"
 Tt was too quiet for it to last, sir, " ramarks the boy who had been writ ling to his mother. ''The ,Angelus bell has just stopped"
 "That means the end of perfect day for little Stephanette back in Bentoul," Jim, the sentry, says in 8 philosophical voice as he looks round But the end of many a Jerry's per feet day will be when we get across at them tonight