The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, March 4, 1918, Page 2

a i ij l Rah hig alan TO VALLEY OF SHADOW OF DEATH AND BACK AGAIN WITH ‘lliere and Ruvel and Etienne’ Hanging Round Just to Keep Heroes from Dying? This is the thirteenth article on FRANCE TODAY written by afory expresily for the Daily Tribune p rr enterdrise Association, News oO! fier Bismarck neWspaper. andg|ph Chester, originator of and his wife, Lillian Chester, who went to Frange to get “Get-Rich-Quick Walling- and other members of the These storics will appear in By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER AND LILLIA N CHESTER. (Copyright, 1918, by the Nenspaper Enterprice Association.) Paris, Match 4.—Bressac lay listlessly in his little white cot In his lit tle white room, oblivious to all the gounds of the big hospital. His eyes were staring at the dim, high ceiling, and his hand lay motionless on the coverlet.. The only movement in hi 15 minutes when his, brows knotted eyes for a while, The reagon for that monotony of was iff the fog with Janet and Maupe The ground was rough, pitted and sca from mere bullets to big shells. There was barbed’ wire scattered all around, | and from some place nearby came the rattling purr of ‘the machine gun they had been sent out to find. Dimly he could distinguish the half dozen other men of the detachment Coulon in the lead, standing out a lit- tle way from the rest; and Coulon, advancing, and peering all about him for stray sharpshooters who might be concealed in heavens knows what mud | hole, was bending his elbow regularly and putting something to his mouth. | He was eating a plece of bread! Suddenly there was a veer in the direction of the sound of the machine gun fire, and Cotilon’ fell tace down- ward, and lay perfectly still) A man came running from the group of which Coulon had been @ part. Tt was Lieu- tenant Lombardin, followed by the rest of his’ men, and, as he passed Bressac and’ Jamet and Maupeta, he called out: “Over there they are!” Just that. | No dramatics aout Lombardin. They all ran after him, ‘stumbling! over ‘strands of half buried barbed| wire and scrambling down into little declivities, and up on the other side; and suddenly, through the mist, they came fn sight of an old shell crater which had been supplied with very carefull¥ concealed fortifications, and trom ‘there three machine guns were pumping Jeae men, with all p “Here they are!” s Lombardin triumphantly, and, with his pistol in his hand, led the way straight into that murderous fire. The man next to Bressac drop- * ped, as they ran side by side. It was Janet. He was Bressac’s best friend.. The man just ahead of Bresaac. fell, rose, staggered for- ward, jumped for the crater, and tumbled over and over down in- : side It. ° That was Lombardin, There were half a dozen’ of them rushing togeth- er right at the edge of the: crater, when Bressac suddenly ceased to r member, to know, ta feel, to exist. When. he comes to that point his brows. alway, knit; then he closes his eyes in exhaustion for three or four minutes. As soon as his mind has rested itself, it! goes back to him in the fog with Jamet and Maupeta, and from then on, always including Coulon eating bread, to the edge of the cra- ter, where he knows nothing more. All this is automatic. no interest in it, or in anything else. A gentle-faced sister came in, mov- softly as a thistledown, and bent over him, her wide, stiff black cap sticking out in the dimness like wings. Bressac ‘allowed his eyes to remain shut. He did not want to explain why he had not eaten his dinner, or how he felt. He did not care how he felt. The sister moved out again, as softly as she had come in, taking his tray with her’ * having The director came in, a tall, lean old fellow, with a glistening bald head and a fringé of white hair, and the wrinkles of humor around’ his eyes. He too, gazed down at Bresiac con- templatively; but he was a man who had insidé eyes as well’as outside eyes and he had..seen countless Bressacs since his war began. “Good evening, Bressac.”. A very gentletone,-one calculated not to arouse a sleeper. i No movement, i “The doctor says you are getting on splendidly for so short a time after your Operation, Bressac.” “The doctor says you are getting on splendidly,'fpr sq: short a time, after your operation, Bressac.” An irrepressible “flutter ‘of weari Bi ‘The director smiled, and his twinkled, and he noiselessly“drew up a chair and. sat before the disinterest- ed patifo “You're. ‘going. to, recover, nicely, the docto} ae How do you feel?” The eyelids rélaxed. Bressac was going back to the. fog; automatically. “We us ve Everything. was too much trouble. quite a little time; then Bres- ows contracted, knotted pain- afterwhich exhaustion followed. He had. just dropped; again at the edge of the,crater, j ie director studied Bressac, with le eyes, then he hunted the Goctot tn those” peor wa % ‘ fn 1 i ? . The doc te one popes fas lof confidence in. each , | gray fog. the seatfered lrench- eyes | There was, silence between the two} . m was at regular intervals of about tensely, after which he closed his slight movement was this; Bressac ta, and it was a raw, chilly morning. rred with projectiles of ev@ry size i ienne.” He rattled it off like a pre- | scription. | Bressac awoke as usual, in the cold He v Jamet and | Maupeta. From some place Nearby came the purr of machine gun fire— | No. There was something wrong with | the sound this time, | It was more like the tinkle of a mu-! the | gical instrument. There was a laugh; unmistakably there was a laugh! Bressac frowned at the interruption, as he oj ed his | There Was another bed by the sido of | his, and in it sat a fellow with black hair and a bristling black mustache, }and a wide grin which disclosed the fact that two front teeth were miss- ing. This was Villiere, and fe had a mando} { “Alo!” said Villiere, cordially, ca‘ching Bresgac’s eye, Villiere had t arning Waglish in the trenches, joyed the accomplishment. augh from the door, where lean- | ed a saucy poilu with a rakish cap and a cigaret in his mouth. Villiere,” invited this poilu in French. He was Etienne, and there was a med- al on him. ‘ “Goodbye!” obliged Villiers, gaily. Play Monsieur Bressac your new | selection, Villiere,” invited another voice, a very well cultivated voice in- | deed; and Bregsac rolled his eyes to see, in the other corner of the room, a | light-haired, slender-facer young fel- low, with the very tiniest of colorles mustaches, sitting up in bed energetic- | ally weaving a French war boat, splen- | didly camouflaged, straw. “Permit me,” offered the insouciant Etienne from the doorway. “Monsieur | Bressac, I have the ‘honor to present | Monsieur Hamotagque, and the sleeping | knot who is Joisseu. I have also the | Henk to present Monsieur Ruvel, who imous election. Mons Ruvel, | ve the great honor to present Mon eur Bressac.” ? Bressac rolled his eyes again, to! see Bonsieur Ruvel, a gentleman. of many whiskers, in the bed near the| door, peeling an orange with keen in-| terest. He would never be of any! more value in this world, but he was | very well loved! | | “I am happy to welcome Monsieur’ | Bressac has. Bressac,” said President Ruvel, “Can you sing, Monsieur?” | Monsieur Bressac closed his eyes, but opened them again. | “Good!” evclaimed the president, d they all laughed. “Villiere sings, hen we permit it, and one such is enough.” The grin on the face of Villlere was | marvelous to see. He grinned just well having one leg as if he had_ | two. ‘ | “Am I permitted?” he inquired, touching a preliminary chord on his mandolin. | “Not immediately on the arrival of any new member,” declared President Ruvel firmly, whereat they all laugh- ed, including Villiere. It took very | little to make these fellows laugh. “But you may play your new sselec- tion.” | “Good,” laughed Villiere, displaying the gan in his grin, and taking up his mandolin, from which the “E” string was migsing, he systematically pick- ed out note by note, an air with which Boys Vanted —in every town look! Here Wide awake ened his eyes wider and turn-j| His room was larger, much larger; “Say your other American word,} out of colored; is the president of this room by unan-| {9 bim before. to sell Tribunes. as high as $5 a day selling the Bismarck Tribune. : Write the Circulation Dept. . for further information. lal the world is familiar, under vari- |‘ous names; ‘the fundamental ragtime | tine. 4] oe | “L have only played the mandolin | one month, since I have been here,” | explained Villiere with naive pride, | the name, much 'less‘Bressac, who was | now, asleep. re Whet er He Lived or Died | stusic in the corridor, and it was | morning! Bressac had heard that mu-/ | sic before, but had paid not attention; | | the quartet from the big convalescent | ward across the hall, | Etienne brought them in, and they | sat in a row on th eempty bed of| Joisseaf, who was out cf bed now, on} his‘crutches, and taking his breakfast | ; downstairs, with a dozen other good fellows; at a-table, The quartet sang | very low, went to in he wa. dit When bh fog, Jamet and ‘Maw no, he wasn't! He heard looked aronnd quickly. | Joisseau back, and was playing }a game of Jaquet with Hamotaque; land Villiere, from across the room, | was uninvited referee, A droll fellow, | {that Villlere, and 1 ¢ smiled; | smiled! | The sister came in, to bring the jflowers for that room. ‘It seemed f Oh this w this hospital of France, run on ais of gentleness and cheer- You could only pur tem with men of a brave s| they were morbid-ninded fellows, like the Germans, they would “help to |mako each other more morvid. Sud-} denly Eressac remembered what some | jon had told him abou! the German | hospitals, how a wounded soldier | was ‘taken up and pul through the} curative proc s like clock work, | | how the isolation system was prac: | ficed as much as possible, how there} was a marked diference in the treat- | ment of the soldier who could he; used in the ranks again, and the one who would be a burden after his; recovery. | Efficiency!’ The memory of the; very word made Tressac’s temper |come up, his first temper since’ he | had been wounded. If the Boche were to have his way. | if he were to establish’ his dominion | over France, for instance, and Ger-} man kultur and efficiency were to ; supplant all this gentleness and cheer- | ‘ulness and human fellowship, and | men here, as in'Germany, were to be | reduced to mere automatons without. | | hearts and emotions, and valuable | only for the strength of their limbs— | Bressac, in ‘the nergy of his emo-| | tions, tried to. rise, 3 but sank bacs:, | | exhausted. ‘ | When he next awoke he was’ not | at all in the cold gray fog, Far from j*. He was burning with a question | which it was curious had not come | 1 “Tell me!” They were so startled | at the vigor of the tone of this man | who had not eared whether he lived | died, that. Ruvel, who was eating | his luncheon, swallowed a fishbone. “Is there anyone here of my com- SAY ECHO. YOUR HAT MAN WILL SHOW YOU - THE SEASON'S B HAT COURSE IT's Lanpher Hat i) SPECEAL—MEN’S MAD. 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NiD;, March (4-—There has i 7 . 5 ‘, (just been reported, to. a member of nell crater oad papal shel crater) the local exemption board at Stanton, Dressac.. vaised himself by tho/ 27d by him referred to the Ynited [handle which hung from the ceiling! States marshall at Fargo, a disgrace- over his hed and sat. with glistening fully disloyal demonstration staged at e he dactor and the director, the Expansion school on Lincoln's passed the door just then, and Bres-) birthday, when it is alleged ‘a-program {sac called them, | arranged in Honor of German parent- The director twinkled’ as he saw) 28, encouraged and aided and ‘abet- lthat the indifferent patient now car-| ted,, it is alleged, by their elders. It }ed about something, but the doctor) is charged that the boys tore down and jtook one glanse at Rressac and at) trampled under foot the Ame! n flax | his glistening ey: rushed in. pushed | vilely ‘mutilated and then de: j him down in bed.’ and put a’thermom-; a picture of Lincoln and in other w jeter in his mouth, displayed their contempt for ev | ‘Put doctor,” grinned the patient, | thing American. A careful inve |the thermometer wobbling as he | tion is being insisted upon. jtalked. “How soon may I go back! | to the trenches?” . Tribune ‘Want Ads Bring Results. 0=—— “Oh, Monsieur Bressac!” she said,| Pleas | glowing wit lens sourare There's no-limit, it seems, to what the armies will commandecr. 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