The Syracuse Journal, Volume 20, Number 1, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 May 1927 — Page 7

FIX BAYONETS! Ths War at Close Jtaagw Darcribad in a Ranarkehh Sariar by an Officer at the Mariner Capt JOHN W. THOMASON. Jr. (Illustrated by the Author from Sketches Made on the Battlefield) <© by ths Bell Syndicate, tae.)

STORY FROM THE START Th* author describes how the First battalion of the Fifth marines are quartered near Martgny during the' first part of June. ISIS, when they are suddenly sent up north to relieve the First division, bearing the brunt of the German offensive. Part of the Fifth wrest Hill 148 from the enemy and wait therefor th“ German counter offensive they can see forming A terrific German attack soon develops, wreaking fearful havoc among the marines. but not dislodging them. On the sixth of June the Fifth runs into bitter fighting In the vicinity of Champillon and drives out th-} Boche. but at great cost. Then came the Buis de Belleau and again the marines acquitted themselves marvelously. Replacements arrive to cover the heavy losses. The marines are relieved, but the respite is short lived, as they are soon ordered to the Soissons sector, where a great German offensive is under

CHAPTER V —7— The Actual Charge at Soixson*. It was 4:35. the morning of July 18 Miles of chute-laid batteries opened with one stupendous thunder. The air above the tree-tops -poke with unearthly noises, the shriek anj rumble of light and heavy shells. Forward through the woods, very near, rose up a continued' crashing roar of. explosions, and a murk of smoke, and a hell of bright fires continually renewed. It lasted only five minutes, that barrage, with every French and American gun that could be brought to bear firing at top sj«eed. But they were terrible min* utes for the unsuspecting Boche. Dazed. beaten down, and swept away, he tumbled out of his holes wheh it lifted, only to find the long bayonets of the Amerlpms licking like flame across his forward positions, and th<>*e "black devils, the Senegalese, raging with knives in his rifle-pits, ills c<»unterbarrage was slow and weak, and when It catne the shells burst well behind . the assaulting waves, which were already deep in his defenses. !’!>«• Forty ninth company, running heavily, sodden with Weariness, was plunging through a line of wire entanglements when the guns opened A French rifleman squatted In a hole under the wire, and a sergeant bent over him and shouted: “f'omblen—how far—damn it. how you say?— evmbien—kilometre—a la Boche?” The Frenchman’s eyes bulged. He did violent things with his arm a “Kllotnet'? kilometres? Mon Dieu cent metres I Cent metres!" Half the company, still tn column, was struggling In the wire when, from ; the tangle right in front, a machine-gun dinned fiercely and rifle-fire ran to left and right through the woods. It was well that the woods were a little often in that spot, so that the lieutenant's frantic signals could be seen for no voice could have been beard. And It was more than well that every man there had been shot over enough not to be gun-shy. They divined his order, they developed t<» the left, and they went forward yelling. Suddenly Corbett. the platoon commander. leading to the left, turned and waved his arms. And through the trees he saw the Senegalese—lean, rangy men in mustard-colored uniforms. running with their bayonets all aslant. He turned back toward his company with the sweetest feeling of relief that he had ever known; he had his contact established; his clever and war-wise company would attend to bringing it. no matter what hapl>ened to him. The battle roared Into the wood. Three lines of machine guns, ecbe-I-med. held it Here the Foret de Kett was like i»at!te a wood, so shat-

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Typ* of Senegaleae the Bocho Feared Worse Than Anything Living.

tered and tortured and horrible it was. and the very trees seemed to writhe in agony. Here the fury of _ the barrage was spent, and the great trunks, thick as a man's body, were sheared off like weed-stalks; others were uprooted and lay gigantic along the torn earth; big limbs still crashed down or swayed half-severed: splinters and debris choked the ways beneath. A few German shells fell among the men—mustard-gasand there tn the wet woods one could see the devilish stuff spreading slowly, like a snaky mist around the »beUbole after the smoke had lifted. Machine guns raved everywhere; there was a crackling din of rifles, and the coughing roar of hand-gran-adv*. Some Boche guns were silenced by Mind, furious rashes that left a trail of writhing khaki figures, but always carried twa ar three fr willed

marines with bayonets Into the emplacement : from whence would coine shooting and screaming and other clotted unpleasant sounds, and then silence. To left and right the lieutenant caught glimpses of his men. running, crawling, firing as they went. In a clearing. Lieutenant Appelgate. of the Seventeenth company, on the right, came Into view He waved his pistol and shouted something. He was grinning. ... all the men were grinning. ... It was a bon. fight, after all. . . . Then little Trltt. his orderly, running at his side, went down, clawing at a bright jet of scarlet over his collar. The war became personal again—a keening slbiiance of flesh-hunting bullets, ringing under his helmet. He found himself proue behind a great fallen tree, with a handful of his men; bark and splinters were leaping from the round trunk that sheltered them “You"— to a panting half-dozen down the log— “crawl back to the stump and shoot Into that clump of' green bushes over there, where you see the new dirt —It’s In there! Everything you’ve got. and watch for me up ahead. Slover"—to Sergeant Robert Slover. a small, fiery man from Tennessee —“<*ome on." They crawled along the tree. Back toward the stump the Springfields crackled furiously; Somewhere beyond. the machine-gun raved like, a mad thing, and the Boches around It threw hand grenades that made much noise and smoke. The two of them left the protection of the trunk, and felt remarkably naked behind a screen of leaves. They crawled slowly. stopping to peer across at the bushes. The lieutenant caught the dull gleam of a round gray helmet, moved a little, and saw the head and hands of the Boche who worked the gun. He pushed the sergeant with fils foot and. moving very carefully, got his rifle up and laid his cheek against the stock. Over his sights, the German's face, twenty metres away, was intent and serious. The lieutenant fired, and saw his man half rise and topple forward on the gun. Then things happened fast. Another German came Into view straining to tear ihe fallen gunner off the firing mechanism. Slover shot him. There was another, and another. Then the bush boiled like an ant-heap, and a feldwyltel sprang out with a grenade, which he did.not get to throw. It went off. Just the same, and the marines from the other end of the tree came whh bayonet*. . . . Presently they went on. ... , latter, working to the left of his company, the lieutenant was caught up in a fighting swirl of Senegalese and went with them into an evil place of barbed wire and machine-guns. These wild black Mohammedans from West Africa were enjoying themselves. Killing, which is al best an acquired taste with the civilized races, was only too palpably their mission in life. Their eyes rolled, and their splendid white teeth flashed in their heads, but here all resemblance to a happy southern darky stopped. They were deadly. Each platoon swept its front like a hunting-pack, moving swiftly and surely together. The lieutenant felt a thrill of professional admiration as he went with them. The hidden guns that fired on them were located with uncanny skill; they worked their automatic rifles forward on each flank until the doomed emplacement was untier a scissors fire; then they took up the matter with the bayonet, and slew with lion like leaps and lunges and a shrill barbaric yapping. They took no prisoners. Back with his own men again, the company whittled thin! Was there no limit t«» the gloomy woods? . . . Light through the trees yonder!— The wood ended, and the attack burst out into the rolling wheatfields.

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One of Voltaire’s most popular books. his history of Charles XII. Is devoted to a practical proof of the utter folly of war. The life of Charles XII of Sweden is an example without equal of the colossal futility of war Charles, one of the world’s most inspiring examples of a ea;«ble. indefatigable ruler. In a life of seif-denial, had but oiiv fault. He sj>ent his entire life making war. Starting his career at the age of eighteen with the successful defense of his kingdom against the combined forces of several of the greatest countries of Eun»pe. within a comparatively short time he was complete dictator of eastern Europe Many times he overwhelmed force* outnumbering his own five or ten to one.. Crowning and dethroning kings almost at will, his aims were usually altruistic. He sought always to be impartial aftd just. He undertook n*> offensive war with the intention of bettering himself or his country. Yet when be died he had done no lasting Model* of the Firmament A model of the heavens, which is remarkable in a great many ways, and which was constructed io Berlin some time ago. is about to make a tour of the world and will be shown in all the large cities. The spectators enter a large dome-shaped concrete building which is unlighted. Suddenly thousands of glittering stars appear in what seems to be the infinite ggy. More marvelous, suns and planets begin their majestic march across the heavens. In a few moments intricate celestial motions are revealed so simple that you. who perhaps never Have opened an astronomy book, can understand mysteries of the universe that pooled scientists for centuries.

where the sun shone in a cloudless sky and poppies grew in the wheat. To the ■ right, a great paved road marched.' between tall poplars, much battered. On the road two motortrucks burned fiercely and dead men lay around them. Across the road a group of stone farm-buildings had been shelled into a smoking dust-heap, but from the ruins a nest of neverdle machine guns opened flanking fire. The khaki lines checked and swirled around them, and there was a mounting crackle of rifle-fire . . and the bayonets got in. The lines went forward to the tow crest beyond, where, astride the road, was the first objective; and the assault companies halted here to reform. A few Boche shells howled over them., but the Boche were still pounding the wood, where the support battalions followed. The tanks debouched from the forest and went forward through the infantry. in a hollow Just ahead of the reformed line something was being dealt with by artillery, directed by the planes that dipped and swerved above the fight. The shells crashed down

The Fighting in the Woods at Soissons Was Close and Savage. and made a great roaring murk of smoke and dust and flickering flames of red and green. The lieutenant, his report to the major dispatched, and his company straightened out. along with men from other units and a handful of Senegalese who had themselves to him, ran an expert along/4iis waiting squads, and allowed his mind to settle profoundly on breakfast. a The officers’ whistles soon shrilled, and the attack went on. The woods fell away behind, and for miles to left and right across the roiling country the waves of assault be seen. It was a great stirring pageant wherein moved all the forces of modern war. The tanks, large and small, lumbered in advance. Over them battle planes flew low, searching the ground, rowelling the Boche with bursts of machine-gun fire. ’ The infantry followed close, assault qrave* deployed, support platooons In column American marines and regu.lars, Senegalese and the Foreign Legion of France, their rifles slanting forward, and the snn on all their bayonets. And behind the infantry, straining horses galloped with lean-muzzled “ss. battery on battery—artillery, over the top at last with the rifles. On the skirts of the attack hovered squadrons of cavalry the marines had seen the day before, dragoons and lancers, marked from afar by the sparkle and glitter of lance heads and sabres. And forward through the wheat, the Roche lines broke and his strong points crumbled : standing stubbornly in one place; running in panic at another; and her* and there attempting sharp counter-attacks; but everw;wbere engulfed; and the battle roared over him. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

good He had Irreparably impoverished his own and other countries, and had wasted his great life, which might have been so productive of good to the world. In telling thir most sighlfl- : cant story Voltaire impressed upon the world the terrifying uselessness of the thing he so hated —war.—From “The Young Voltaire." by C B. Chase. Natural Pendulum A giant pendulum, formed by a strange freak of nature, swings in Yellowstone National park, not far from Old Faithful geyser, according to the official government naturalist in charge of the lecture and nature study work of the United States national park service. It consists of the trunk of a lodge pole pine, suspended by its top between two other trees of the same species and swinging by its base, so that a mere touch will set it to swaying. Apparently the tree fell or was blown over many years ago. Its top becoming lodged in the tops of Its neighbors, which grew out and surrounded It. supporting it securely. Subsequently several feet of its base rotted away, leaving it suspended in midair. One of the park nature trails has been run near thia ; strange natural grandfather clock, and tourists are permitted to set it swinging. Unfair Exchange “Why have you never married?* j asked the intimate friend. “Why." responded Miss Cayenne, “exchange a number of agreeable ro-J mances for one cold, uncompromising reality ?“—Washington Star. Sympathy Is a beautiful thing up to the point where It gets mushy.

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The Leading Laay

STORY FROM THE START While despondent over the enforced hidtag Os her fiance, Jim Dallas, alayer in self-defense of Hom«r Parkinson, member of an tnfiaential family. Sybil Saunders, popular actress, is engaged to play Viola la a charity performance us “Twelfth Night” on Gull island, on the Maine coast. After the play Hugh Bassett, Anne Tracy's fiance. Tells Joe he has heard ho Is sexing on Sybil to learn the whereabouts of Jim Dallas and ear* the reward offered by the Parkinson family. The boy denies it. Joe is arranging for a vacation trip. To Anne he betrays his enmity toward Sybil. Stokes tells Sybil he has news of Dallas, and to secure privacy they arrange to meet In a small summer house. The sound of a pistol shot startles the assembled company Investigation shows a revolver has been taken from a desk in the library.

CHAPTER IV—Continued —7— ‘That's Just what we want to know. Where were you?” “Sitting out on the balcony.** “See anybody T’ “No. I’ve been looking about. I went down the path to the pine grove and round the house but I didn't see a soul.” “Why, who could it be?” said Anne. “Aren’t we ail”—she looked over the standing figures—“No, we're not all here. Who's outside?" “Mrs. Stokes Is.” Shine spoke up. “1 saw her walking along the ocean bluffs as I came up from the point.” “Sybil is. too,” Mrs. Cornell added. “She went out just a few minutes ago I saw her from my window.” “It can’t be either of them.” Bassett’s vexation had given place to a sudden uneasiness. “I don’t understand. Nobody could have come over from the mainland with the tide up. I’ll go out there —” A sound from outside stopped him. It was a cry in a woman’s voice.

close by. “What’s that?” someone said, and before an answer could come,, the cry rose again—a high wailing scream carrying words: “Sybil I Sybil I Sybil s dead— Sybil s killed I” 1 A clamorous mingling of voices rose from the group, combined in a single up-swelling note of horror. The men rushed for the entrance and met Flora Stokes. She burst in between them, white as the ghost of Caesar, with her opened mouth a dark cavity. “Sybil’s murdered — dead — shot.’ /"Each word was projected in a scream ing gasp. Bassett shouted at her, “Where?” And she waved an arm toward the channel. “There —from the Point. She’s gone —She’s dead! She went over into the water. On the top of the cliff. She’s murdered —dead —murdered ’” As if she were death too. and of no more consequence, they tied past her —a line of people streaming out into the serene evening that held a hideous catastrophe. Only Anne stayed, her face as if overlaid by a coating of white paint. She went to Flora and seized her by the arm. “What was it?” she whispered. “Who did it?” The woman looked at her at first as if not knowing who she was. Then Jerking her arm free, clasped her hands against the sides of her head and went across the room staring upward and crying out:’ “I don’t know. 1 didn’t see—. Il’s God’s truth. 1 don’t know.” Anne ran after the others. CHAPTER V I j ■ —* The moon had risen and hung on the ■ edge of the sky like a great disk of ’ white paper. Anne saw the others running this way and that : edge of the point. A boat was pushing out from the dock. Stokes in it. and. caught by the current, it shot down I the gleaming surface of the channel There were cries in men’s voices and Stokes’ answer, bell-clear from the water. Then Shine ran by her, back to the house, grim-visaged with star ing eyes. 1

(She ran on through the pine wood up the path beyond. Mrs. Cornell met her. tried to speak with chattering teeth, but ended in a scream and fell upon her shoulder. Over her head Anne saw Bassett flying down the slope to the wharf. Then presently boats' moving out from Hayworth. They sped back and forth, up and down, swift black shapes that seemed to be executing some complicated maneuvers along the glittering track of moonlight. She was aware of Bas I sett’s figure leaving the wharf and racing to the house, of Shine thudding by and calling: -They’re here already 1 I g<»t someone on'the wire and I told him to go like hell.” Miss Pinkney’s voice answered him from the edge of the Point where she Wood like a black basalt statue . j Oh. they're here, all right. Every feller that has a boat’s out. But it’s no use; no one who's ever got caught tn that current’s been found " Shine muttered an invocation and came to a stop. They ail stw« speech less staring at the boats—the boats | looking for Sybil who half an hour ago was alive like themselves and now | was H-where? -I ‘ As soon as be saw the fleet In operation. Bassett ran to the bouse. He had to find Flora and get fuller information from her before he called up the police, and not seeing her outside, he supposed she was still there. The . great room was almost dark. He felt for one of the standard lamps and | pulled the string. The gush of light fell directly over her. close to him. sunk in an armchair, as still as if she. too. had ceased to live. He bad ex- , pected difficulties In getting a coherent statement from her, but she told him what she had seen, briefly and clearly, as if she had known he was coming and was ready for him. She nad skirted the island and coma

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WNT Service (Copyright by The Bobte-Merrill Oe.) to that part of the path which faced the Point. -A hollow intervened, extending to the water's edge in a mass of shelving rock. Across this hollow she saw Sybil appear on the end of the Point, coming up from the opposite side, and almost immediately heard the shot. Sybil had. thrown up her arms, staggered forward and "gone over the bluff. It all happened in a flash and Flora, though describing herself as dazed, had run down the path into the hollow and out on the rocks thinking she could catch her. But she saw the body go swirling by—far out of her reach, caught and borne along in the current. She had watched it. stunned, then had come to her senses and staggered back to the shore —and ran to the house. On the way there she bad seen no one and heard nothing. Bassett left her and went to the library to cal! up Forestville, the county seat. It was the starting point for hunting parties to New Brunswick, and Bassett, a sportsman in his leisure hours, had stayed there several times assembling his guides and gear. On his last trip, two years ago. trouble with a guide had brought him in contact with the sheriff. Abel Williams. Over legal wrangling they had struck up a friendship and he remembered Williams as a man of some capacity, straight and fair-minded. If he was still in office it would simplify matters; to start out with confidence in the director would be a vita! gain. He waited, the receiver against his ear. a foot drumming on the carpet, then a deep-'.aud growling voice hummed along the wire. It was Al>el Williams. Williams would be down as soon as he could, with Mr. Rawjson. the district attorney —an hour and a half to two hours, the roads being bad. The shore people had been told it was an accident—that’s all right, couldn’t hold an inquest anyway without a body and it was a-good thing to keep 'em off. Better not let anything come out till they’d got the situation in hand, easy to fix at that end as the United American Press man was off fishing. They’d do a good deal belter if the press was held off for a spell. Seeing where the island was and that there was no one on it but their own crowd, it would be possible to keep things out of the public eye till they had the work well started, Bassett looked at his watch—nearly eight—probably two hours to wait. The best thing he could do was to get them together and keep them as quiet as he could. As he went down the path his mind collected and marshaled in order the facts he would have to present. They had all been in the house except Stokes on the balcony and Flora walking round the island. Stokes eaten into by a hopeless love. Flora on fire with jealousy and hatepassions that make for murder. “God. what’s going to be the end of this?" he groaned to himself. He found them in a group near the [tine grove, excitedly conferring together. Stokes had just returned with the electric torch and they were preparing to search the ground for footprints. Bassett brought the»« activities to an end and shepherdeu them to the house. With dragging feet and lowered heads they trailed up the path and filed into the living room. Here, under the radiance of the lights, they looked at one another as if expecting to see startling changes and fell groaning into chairs, or sat, stiff and upright, with rigid muscles. Bassett had told them when the authorities might be expected and as the hour drew near, dread of the drama in which they found themselves stilled their tongues. The sm breeze, freighted with the acrid OdMB of un covered mud and seaweed, blew through the room. Bassett rose and closed the garden door, and eyes shifted to him. hung on his hand as it slid the bolt. He crossed to where Anu* was sitting by the entrance. She had her back to the room and-was looking out at the lights of Hayworth dotting the shore. He stood behind he! chair ami put his hand on her shoulder. Her

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6 ■ Almost every movement of our body is due to the involuntary ottedienee of our muscles to the directing will of the brain- This generally happens with our talking. We will to make certain sounds, and the proper muscles automatically force the wind from the bel lows of our lungs here and there, against the roof of the mouth, through the teeth, and so on. v It sometimes, however, happens that the nervous connection between the brain and the various sets of soundmaking muscles is. weak or has been damaged by some shock. Then the brain must either give its orders very slowly, something like playing an organ with one finger, or if it goes faster must risk playing the wrong notes or getting the whole machine so lied up as to make gaps between the movements. In other words, the sufferer stammers and stutters more so when he is excited and tries Took the Bow* Claude G. Bauers. in his interesting volume. “The Party Battles of the Jackson Period.” relates the following anecdote: -*The Pageots were married in the White House. The President had known the bride since infancy. The Lewises and the Jacksons were old Tennessee neighbors. General Jackson acted as godfather to the couple s first-born. The baptism occurred In the White House, and when the minister, following the form, asked the Infant. “Andrew Jackson, do you renounce the devil and all hta works?" President Jackson with great fervor responded. T do most indubitably." .

fingers stole up and rested ou his, icy cold. He bent till his head was close to hers and whispered: “Bear up. Thank God this can’t touch you »n any way.” Her fingers pressed an answer but she said nothing. Shine came toward them: “Those fellers were lucky who got off ;his afternoon. 1 might hive gone with them if I’d had the sense.” Anne answered this time: “Yes, they were more fortunate than I we are.” Mrs. Cornell, between sobs, spoke up: “But even if we were here they tkn’t suspect us. We’v* got alibis, we re all , accounted for. W’e were all in—” She realized where she was going ' and stopped. There was a portentous silence. Shine almost shouted, point- i ing out at the channel: “The tide’s falling fast. They can't [ get into the dock here. How will they make a landing?” Bassett answered: “In a cove at the upper end of the | island. They’ve a dock there for low j water. They have to make a detour ! that s all." 0 Flora, who had been sitting with her ■ band over her eyes, dropped it and sat i erect. Her breath came from her in ! a loud exhalation that was almost a i groan. Every pair of eyes shifted to ■ her. watchful, questioning, apprehensive. “Do you feel ill. Flora?*’ said Bassett, moving to her side. “No—no. ” she looked wildly about. “But this waiting—it’s so awful.” Mi<s Pinkney suggested a glass water, but Flora waved a hand as If pushing it away. Stokes rose and moved to a seat beside her. j "They’ll be here soon now.” She sank back and closed her eyes. Her husband bent a somber, sidewise le*<k toward her, then laid his hand on one of hers. Her own turned and the thin fingers twined like clinging roots about his. “It won’t be hard." he reassured. “Just give them a clear account of what you saw.” She waved the other hand tn front of her face, like a person in unendurable pain, who makes a vague distracted gesture for silence. Anne spoke from the door: ’There's a light moving out from the shore.” The ’statement -shook them. There was a simultaneous stir of feet and bodies, a heave of labored breaths. Bassett went to the entrance: “Yes—that’s a launch. They’re coming. I must go to meet them." He looked over the company, the haggard faces all turned toward him. Some of them wore au expression of yearning appeal as if he was their only source of strength in this devastating hour; "Now. remember ,there’s nothing to get scared or rattled about. They'll ask you questions and what you must do is to answer them accurately—not what you think or imagine but what you know. Keep that in the front of your minds. The clearer you are in your statements the quicker you 11 get through. And please slay here, just as you are. They’ll probably want to see you right off.” A benumbed silence followed his departure. Auue moved from the door to a chair nearer the others. Stokes withdrew his hand from Flora’s and straightened himself, jerking down his waistcoat and craning his neck up from his collar. The low rippling murmurs'of the receding tide were singularly distinct. Suddenly the shrill whistle of a launch pierced the night outside. Mrs. Cornell leaped as if the sound had been a wea|>on that had stabbed her: •Oli!” she cried, "why do they do that? Isn’t • Sybil being murdered enough to stand I” . “For Gods sake, keep your mouth shut." Stokes flung at her. glaring. The savage quality in his voice penetrated Mrs. Cornell’s encasing terrors. She shrunk and slid the look of a frightened animal at Shine. Then the silence settled and they sat like those who have looked upon the head of Medusa. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

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