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STORY FROM THE START Th* author dMcrlbaa how th* Flrat battalion of the Fifth marl nee are quartered near Marlmy during the first part of June, 1918, 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 th* enemy and wait there for the German counter otfenelve they car. see forming. A terrific German attack soon develops, wreakifig fearful havoc among the marines. but not dislodging them. On the eixth of June the Fifth runs into bitter fighting in the vicinity of ChamplUon and drives out the Boche, but at great eost. Then came the Bole do Belleau and again the marines acquitted themselves marvelously. Replacements arrive to cover the heavy losses. The marines are relieved, but the respite te shortlived. as they are soon ordered to the dolssons sector, where a great German offensive le under way. On July 18. after a heavy barrage the Americana Senegalese and French foreign legion go forward. All enemy positions are taken, though at fearful ooat. and the First Battalion of the Fifth marines are withdrawn for rest and replacements. After a short rest behind the Champagne front, the marines are again advanced, to assist the French in a terrific drive against the heights of Blanc Mont.

CHAPTER Vll—Continued Courteous and sauve. although he •wayed on his feet from weariness and his eyelids drooped from loss of sleep, the Frenchman summed up the situation for the marine captain. “We hold thia fire trench. In your sector are four communication trenches running to the Essen work, which is about a hundred meters distant We hold most of the boyau on the extreme right; the others we have barricaded. You cannot take this Essen trench by frontal assault!“ —“Why can’t we?" growled the American. “When it Is light you will see. Mon Oapltalne! You can only get forward by bombing your way in the boyaux. They are too strong in machine-guns, the Boche. Now I take my men and go. Seven days and night’s we have been on our feet . . . those of us who are left are very tired—lt is well that you be watchful In this place, but do not stir up the Boche yonder. They shoot with mlnenwerfers when you frighten them. Such a one finished my pauvre capltaine and six men with him. Bon chance, Mon Capitalne. Bonjour!" ' “Cheerful bird, wasn't be?" remarked the captain. “Wonder if that , thing I stepped on Just outside this hole was his captain? John, before it gets good daylight, don’t you want to take a look-see at this Essen trench? Take whoever you want and see how the land Ilea.” The Essen trench had been vers active when the companies were being posted; staccato bursts of machinegun fire had ripped across the intervening dark, and Springfields had answered. There had been some bombing around traverses in ths boyaux. But when in the creeping grayness of the dawn, the lieutenant from the Forty-ninth ventured across to it with his orderly and a sergeant; he found the Boche retiring. Filing quickly through the cotnmuntcatlon trenches, the battalion occupied It without difficulty, and. looking around them, were very glad they hadn’t bad to take it by storm. And the captain understood why the , French lieutenant had said It couldn’t be stormed. The French had tried the evening before to cross the scant distance and get Into tt. Most of those who had charged lay as the Boche Maxima had cut them down. In one place, between two- boyaux that formed with the opposed line* a rough equate of perhaps one hundred yards, he counted eighty-three dead Frenejimen Lying very thick near the lip of their own trench, the bodies formed a sort of wedge, thinning toward the point as they had been decimated. and that point was one great bearded Frenchman, his body all a mass of bloody rags, who lay with his eyes fiercely open to the enemy and his ofithrust bayonet almost tn the emplacement where the Boche guns had been. The company, which had learned Its own bitter lesson In frontal attacks on machine-guns, gave passing tribute. “Them Frogs, they eat machine-guns up. Fightin’ sons o’ guns, they are. Wonder Jf any chow- la cornin’ up today?" They made themselves comfortable among the dead and waited the next move with equanimity. “Two hundred and thirty-one men. sir" reported the second-in-command, sliding into the shallow dugout where the captain was holed up. “Mighty lucky, so far. I'm goln’ to sleep. There's some shellin’, especially toward tne left, but most of the outfit la pretty well under cover.” Gouraud’s battle roared on to the left with swelling tumult. The Americans. in their sector, passed the day In ominous quiet. They wondered what the delay was. speculated on the strategy of attack —which is a matter always sealed from the men who deliver the attack—and wore through to the evening of October 2. At dark, food came up In mannite cans—-beef and potatoes and a little coffee. “Put ours on that mess-tin there.” directed the second-in-command, aa his orderly slid tn with his and the captain’s rations. The captain mt up in his corner a little later, when the attack orders came up. There was a brief penciled order from the major, and maps. The two officers bent over them eagerly. “Run-ner-Platoon commanders report right away—" . . « “What do you make •f it. John? Looks like General Lejeuno was goln’ to split his division and reunite tt on the field. . . . Hmmrni Ain’t that the stunt you claim only Robert E. Lee and Napoleon could get away with?' . . . All here? Get around—the map’s about oriented—- ' “Bee* w are, in the Essen trench

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CapL JOHN W. THOMASON, Jr. OBhMMA W Mb AmAw Inb MtAk wMb (8 W tb, Ball maticat*. Im.) —seems that the marines move down to the left to here—and the Ninth and Twenty-third -move to the right—to here. These pencil lines show the direction of attack—then we jump off. angling a little to the right compass bearing—and the infantry outfits point about as much to the left That brings us together up here about three kilometers, and we go on straight a little west of north from there, to Blanc Mont—“ The morning of October 8 (1818) came gray and misty. From midnight until dawn the front had been quiet at that point—comparatively. Then all the French and American guns opened with one world-shaking crash. From the Essen trench the ground -fell away gently, then rose in a long slope, along which could be made out the zigzags of the German trenches. The Bols de Vlpre was a bluish mangled wood, two kilometers north. Peering from their shelters, the battalion saw all this ground swept by a hurricane of shell-fire. “Move down the trench to the left," came the order. The battalion moved, filing around the traverses with judicious Intervals between men, so that the Boche shells might not include too many in their radius of death. For Heinle was beginning to shoot back. He had the range of his vacated trench perfectly, and. holding the high ground, he could see what he was shooting at Shells began to crash down among the companies, whole squads were blotted out. and men choked and coughed as the reek of high explosive caught at their windplpea. “Lordy, ain’t we ever goln’ to get outa this dam* place an’ get at ’em —" A shell with a driving-band loose came with a banshee scream, anl men and pieces of men were blown Pushed Their Way Onward. in the air, “That was in the first pla-! toon.” said the second-in-command,. shaking the dirt off his gas-mask. “Something ought to be done about that gunner. El Capitan!" Another lauded In the opposite lip of the trench where the two officers crouched, half-burying them both. “My God, cap’n! You killed?” “Hell, no! Are vou?" "Far enough to the left” the major sent word. “We will wait here. The Sixth leads—we’re the last battalion In support today." Coming from the mate of trenches in the rear, the assault regiment began to pass through the Fifth, battalion following battalion at 500yard distances. A number of French “Baby" tanks started with the assaulting waves, but it was an evil place for tanks. Tank traps, trenches so wide that the little fellows went nosedown into them and stuck, and direct fire from Boche artillery stopped the most of them. The battalion was out of the trench now. and going forward regulating its pace on the battalion ahead. AU at once there was a snapping and crackling in the air—a corporal spun round and collapsed limply, while his blouse turned red under his gas mask—the man beside him stumbled and went down, swearing through grayish lipa

Old Palace Haunted by Caligula’s Ghost?

In the northern angle of the Palatine hill stands a palace, which the people of Rome believe to be haunted by the ghost of the half-mad Caligula, the emperor who surpassed even Nero tn cruelty and bloodthirstiness. Pierro Van Paassen relates. In the Atlanta Constitution. Though the guide refused to accompany us mid the halfmoldered ruins, we encountered no ghost in any of the historic balls, though we half expected to see phantoms repeat the ghastly scenes that were once enacted here. For here Caligula, reclining at the banquet table, burst out laughing, and when asked the cause of bls mirth replied: “How easy It would be to have the beads of my courtiers roll over the marble doors.* In this same chamber ClandLawguage and Life The one supremely significant fact to the universe is. to quote Peabody’s fine paraphrase, “the transformation of language into lito’’ The belief is one of immense antiquity, though only of recent years susceptible of scientific explanation—the belief to the strange bewildering Identity of sound and Uto. It has been claimed that all the visible creation to its countless forms has been built up sound-wise, upon a system of harmonic vibration—that, in the shell, the fern, the fir-cone, the reptile, the fish, the bird, the same laws prevail that govern the stretched string with all their harmonic progressions and “associated wave-lengths.*

at a shattered knee—the men flattened and ail faces turned toward tho flank. “Machine-guns on the left!”—“HeU! It’s that Essen hook we’ve got to pass —thank God, it's long range! Come on. you birds." And the battalion went on. enduring grimly. Finally, when well past its front, which ran diagonally to the line of advance, the Seventeenth company, that had the left, turned savagely on the Essen hook and get a foothold in its rear. A onepounder from the regimental headquarters company was rushed up to assist them, and the men yelled with delight as the vicious little cannon got In direct hits on the Boche emplacement*. Hopelessly cut off. the large body of Germans in this formidable work surrendered after a few sharp and bloody minutes, and the Seventeenth. sending back Its prisoners, rejoined the battalion. Prisoners began to stream back from the front of the attack, telling of the success, of the Sixth. Wounded came with them, some walking, some carried on improvised stretchers by the Boche “kamarads." Most of them were grinning. “Goln* fine up there, boys, goln* fine I” “Lookit. fellers! Got a bon bltghty—Well give ’em your regards in Paris!” For awhile now the battalion halted. keeping its distance from the unit ahead. The men lay on their rifles and expressed unreasonable yearnings for food. “Eat? Eat? Hell! Shock troops ain’t supposed to eat!” Officers cast anxious glances toward the utterly exposed left. The French attack had failed to keep abreast of the American. - The left company, the Seventeenth, was in a cover of scrubby trees. The other companies were likewise concealed. Only the Forty-ninth lay performs. in the open, on a bleak, shellpocked slope. A high-flying Boche plane spotted Its platoon columns, asprawl eighty or a hundred yards apart on the chalky ground. “No good." said the second-in-command, cocking bis head gander-wise in his flat helmet, “is goln’ to come of that dam’ thing—guess all our noble aviators have gone home to lunch.” The plane, high and small and shining tn the sky. circled slowly above them. Far back of the Boche lines there was a railroad gun that took a wireless from the wheeling vulture. “Listen,” said the captain, “listen to th—" There were lots of shells passing overo-the long tearing whine of the 755, the coarser voices of the Boche 77s replying, and heavy stuff, but most of it was breaking behind or in fretpt of the battalion. Into this root of sound came a deeper note —a faroff rumble that mounted to an enormous shattering roar, like a freight train on a down-grade. The company flattened against the ground like partridges. and the world shook and reeled under them as a nine-inch shell crashed into the earth fifty yards ahead, exploding with a cataclysmic detonation that rocked their senses. An appalling geyser of black smoke and torn earth leaped skyward, jagged splinters of steel whined away, and stones and clods showered down. Before the smoke had lifted from the monstrous crater the devastating rumble came again, and the second shell roared down fifty yards to the rear. “Oh, Lordy! They’ve got us bracketed .’“ “I saw that one! I saw it—look right where the next one’s gonna hit. an’ —" “Look where it’s gonna hit I Lawd, if I just knew it wasn’t gonna hit me—ahh—!’ The third shell came, and man who risked an eye could see it—a dark, tremendous streak, shooting straight down to the quivering earth. A yawning hole opened with thunder fairly between two platoon columns, and the earth vomited It was won derful shooting. All the shells that followed dropped between the columns of prone meh —but not a man was hit! The heavy projectiles sank far into the chalky soil, and the explosions sent the deadly fragments outward and over the company. More than a dozen shells were fired tn all. the high sinister plane wheeling overhead the while. Theo the company went forward with the battalion, very glad to move. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

ius was feasting when he was Informed that his wife Messalina was dead and received the news with a Jest, then ordered a slave to pour him a cup of wine. And here also the same emperor devoured his fatal repast of mushrooms of which Tacitus speaks, a dish prepared by bls loving wife and niece, Agrippina, in order to make way to th* throne for her son Nero. Didn’t Hatch A school teacher relate* that she was giving her small pupils a lesson on birds, and after telling about th* hatching of the eggs, the car* of th* mother bird and the first lessons to flying, ah* said: “Now. children. I am the motber bird and you are th* little birds nestled in your coxy ne*L I want you all to spread your wings and fly away.** Each child, waving arm* to th* music ah* beat, skipped to the drawing room, with the exception o"f on* little fallow who remained motionless to his seat. Turning to him, she said: “Donald, wby didn’t you fly away with afl the other little birder “’Cause.” came the prompt and unexpected reply, - ’Caua* I vu a bad egg.”—Boston Transcript. "Doubt” /« Mild Word "After a politician has shook hands mebbe a thousand times.” said Uncl* Kben. “you kind o’ doubt his sincerity when he says Pleased to meet you.’ ” —Washington Star.

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