The evening world. Newspaper, October 19, 1918, Page 13

—— j Sil the ancient apple trees, as gnarled as the peasants themsel may get something from i th iH CUA, die ee Ome ee re FATHER MILO 10 oe By Guy de Maupassant (Copyright, 1911, by Orsamus Turner Farris.) ! OR @ month the hot sun has been Pparching the fields, Nature is ex- panding beneath its rays; the fields are green as far as the eye can see. The big azure dome of the sky is undlouced, The farms of Normandy, scattered over the plains and surrounded by a belt of tall beeches, look, from a distance, ke little woods. On closer view, after lowering the Wortn-eaten wooden bars, you imagine yourself in an immense gurden, for » are in bloom, The sweet scent of their blossoms mingles odor with the heavy smell of the earth and the penetrating odor of the stables. It is hoon. The family is eating under the shade of a pear tree planted in front of the door, father, mother, the four children and the help—two women and three men— Gre efl there. Ali are silent. The soup is eaten and then a dish of potatoos fried with bacon is brought on. | From time to time one of the women gets up and takes a pitcher down to the cellar to fetch more cider. The man, a big fellow about forty Years old, is watching a grape vin, eull bare, which is winding and twiot- ing like @ snake along the side of the house, At it he says: “Father's vine is budding early this year. Perhaps we tell me everything. You might as well make up your mind right away. How did you begin The man cast a troubled look to- ward his family, standing close be- hind him, He ‘hesitated a minute | longer and then suddenly made up his| mind to obey the order. | ‘lL was coming home at. about ton o'clock the night after you got here. You and your soldiers had taken more than fifty ecus worth of forage from me, as well as a cow and two sheep. 1 said to myself: ‘As much as they take from me, just so much will | you make them pay back.’ And then I Nad other things on my mind which I will tell you. Just then I noticed one of your soldiers who was smoking his pipe by the ditch be- hind the barn, 1 went and got my) scythe and crept up slowly behind him, so that he couldn't hear me. | And I cut his hewd off with one single blow, just as I would a blade of grass, | before he could say ‘Booh. If you | should look at the bottom of the pond you will find him tied up in a potato sack with a stone fastened to it. “L got an idea. I took all his clothes, from his boots to his cap, and hid them away in the little wood behind the yard.” | ‘The old man stopped. The officers remained speechless, looking at each other, The questioning began again| and this is what they learned. | NCE this murder committed the man had lived with this one thought: “Kill the Prussians! He hated them with the blind, fierce 16 woman then turns round and Woks, without saying a word. This vine is planted on the spot Yhere their father had been shot, It was during the war of 1870. ‘The Prussians were occupying the whole Aupassant Guy de hate of the greedy yet patriot Peasant. He had his idea, as ho said country. n. Faidherbe, with the | He waited several days. { northern division of the army, was| He was allowed to go and come as opposing them, he pleased because he had shown ‘The Prussians had established their | himself so humble, submissive and headquarters at this farm. The old | obilging to the invaders. Each night farmer to whom it belonged, Father Vierre Milon, had received and quar- tered them to the best of his ability. For a month the German vanguard | were going, and having learned tho had been in this village. The French | few words of German which be needed remained — motionle ten leagues |for his plan through associating wi away; and yet, every night, some of | tho soldiers. \ the Uhlans disappeared. He left through the back yard, Of all the isolated scouts, of ull | slipped into the woods, found the d those who were sent to the outposts, | man’s clothes and put them on, Then in groups of not more than three, not | he began to crawl through the fields, | one ever returned, following along the hedges in order to | he saw the outposts leave, One night | he followed them, having heard the name of tne village to which the m They were picked up the next morn- |keep ont of sight, Ite | $ng in a field or a ditch, Even their | siightest noises. as wary as a poacher, | horses were found along the roads| As soon as he thought the time ripe | with their throats cut, he approached the road and hid be- GoAnd SIT DOWN IN YouR UTTLE CHAIR You MUSTN'T Tew STORIES UTTLE Roy - WHat Do You WANT 2 SHAUL | Put You IN YourR HIGH Can You Beat It! Fak. HOME October 19, 1918 turday, YES, NAN, HEIS MY DADDY NE IS AT THE CIRCUS Now. Bur He 'UL BE Back Soon THAT's THE CHAIR MY DADDY SITS IN WHEN HE Ears ~~ These murders seemed to be done hind a bush. ile waited for a while | dy the same men, who could never be Finally, toward midnight, he heard | found, the sound of a galloping horse. The} The country was terrorized. Farm- man put his ear to the ground in ers were shot on suspicion, women | order to make sure that only one} were imprisoned, children were jorseman was approaching, then he| , frightened in order to try and obtaia information, Nothing could be as- certained. But one morning Father Milon was found stretched out in the barn with a sword gash across his Two Uhlans were found dead about @ mile and one-half from the farm. | horseman stopped, and re One of them was still holding nis | Gorman, he thought he was wounded | bloody sword in ig hand, He had and dismounted, coming nearer wi hel fought, tried to defend himself, A court-martial was immediately ncld in the open air in front of the farm. The old man was brought before it. He was sixty-eight years old, small, thin, bent, with two big hands resem~ bing the claws of a crab, His colors ldss hair was sparse and thin, like the down of a young duck, allowing patches of his scalp to be seen, Ths brown and wrinkled skin of his neck showed big veins which disappeared dehind his jaws and came out again at the temples. He had the reputa- tion of being miserly and bard to got ready if | An Ublan came galloping along, car- tying despat As he went he was all eyes and ears, When he was onl; a tow feet away Fathgr Milon dragge himself across the ‘road, moani:ig "Hilfe! Hilfe!" (Help! Help!) The leaning over the unknown man h | | ceived in the pit of his stonmch jheavy thrust from the long curved | blade of the sabre. He dropped with- cut suffering pain, quiver the final thro Then th radiant with Uh ‘peasant, got up again qnd, for his own pleasure, cut the dead man's 1 He then dragged the body to the ditcn} and threw it in, | The horse quietly awaited Its mas- ter. Father Milon mounted him and farmer, | © Then he horges! A’ a terrible accusation is hanging over you and you must clear the matter killed the horses, er that ho quickly up. How did you receive that wound on your face?” the horses. He left his unifogm there | m The peasant answered nothing. and again put on his old vlothes; The Colonel continued nizing w) ie i only in! gots ita bapunns cf fire silent joy of an old| jattar's utes a | officers to s then going back into bed, he slept un-|acted as an interpreter, and together The story of Private Peat has been scr out any suspicion, and just as he was | Arteraft picture, now being shown at le. ed into a special Paramount- jing theatre (Copyeight, Grosset 4 Dunlap.) SYNOPSIS et Harolt nent to E tanding the tha Hit ested it 1 Indian trove and tes to talk with @ Guurka soldier through one of the EOEDING CHAPTERS, he Dominion’s frst overseas, cou t. and after a short training ae Tae atations thee ng. selunteyred without une Wan aking, Veet te ry ad toward the i mr Listening. post. I ce eter CHAPTER IX, (Continued, O the Indian, war is a religion. One day I went down the line started galloping across the plains. ; Bh Soca him up between four| About an hour later he noticed two to Where a body of Gharsas soldiers in front of the kitchen table,| more Ublans who were — return were lying to our left. I walked which had been dragged outside. Five| home side by side. He rode str along abo inile through officers and the Colonel seated them-|for them, once more erying, “Il the muddy ditches and at last vives opposi . ne P ans, recogn « » up With one of the “The, antatnces in French: the uniform, let him approach with-| 1 stopped and spoke, then offered “Father Milon, since we have been|out distrust. ‘The old man passed be. |him a fag. After this interchange of here we have only had praise for n them like a cannon-ball, f courtesies we fell into conversation, you, You have always been obliging them both, one with his sabre, He did not know very much English, And even aftentive to us, But to-day] and the other with a revolver. and I no Hindustan} at all, but In a erman | short time one of the Ghurka officers re-| approached. The f rneti to the woods and hid one of}of these regiments are very friendly, officers and men almost than are our ore chummy men, This officer our “Your silence accuses you, Father} til morning. they told me much that I was anxious Milon, But I want you to answer] For four days he did not go out,|to know. _ me! Do you understand? Do you] waiting for the inquest to be t After a little I asked the Ghurka know who killed the two Uhlans who] minated; but on the fifth day he went |to show me his knife, but he would were found this morning near Cal-}out again and killed two more wol-|not. The Gburka knife is a Weapon vaire?” diers by the same stratagem. From|of wonderful grace. It is short and Tho old man answered clearly: that time on he did not stop, ach {sharpened on both edges, while it is “1 did.” hight he wandered about in search of broad and curved almost to the angle The Colonel, surprised, was silent| naventure, killing Belans, wome-|of a sickle, It is used in a flat sweep for a minute, looking straight at the} times here and sometimes there, gul-|ing movement, which, when wielded prisoner, Father Milon stood impas-|joping through deserted fields, in tho|by an expert, severs a 1 mb ora head alve, with the stupid look of the peas-| moontight, a lont Uhlan, a hunter of) at one blow. I was told that at ant, ts tree loveres as Shough he nen. Then, his task a om shed,| twenty yards, when they 7) . were talking to the priest. Just one|ircving behind him the bodies lying| they never miss, thing betrayed an uneasy mind; he|siung the roads, the. old fariner| At last, through the agency of the was continually awallowing his saiiva.| ould return and’ hide his hors tnd officer, Y found that it ts against all “Tat! were ‘erribly ‘contracted. Me aunt sawans aoans fo earey ona this clan to remove his knife from The man's family, his son Jean, his} ang water quietly to his mount, and|the scabbard unless he draws blood daughter-in-law and his two grand- Fed from it{ With the naked blade, ‘The unfailing children were standing a few feet be- | 2° fed It well. as he reauired trom stl eo urtesy of the Hindu forbade a con: “Do you know who killed alle the |'acked the night before, In defending | OS DUCT A — ne soouts who have been found dead for |himaeif, slashed the old peasant across | a month throughout the country, |e, face with his ¥ However, he had killed them both s, I served my time " 1 killed my fath every morning , had Killed th tt | ; The old man answered with the| fe lad come back and hidden t rof the fl mperor same stupid look and put on his ordinary clothes von I tay, your “t did.” Sat Ok De ener es Rama 9 Be: | Fy near Byreux, 1 owed you| “You 1 ?¥ op {xan to feel faint and had dragged! one for that; I paid, We are quits.” | meaner them sil? You alone? himself as far as the stable, being | officers were looking at each “Yes!” unable to reach the house, ey had found him there, bleeding, Bie nan aantinued? ‘Tell mo how you did it?” This time the man seemed moved; |" the straw, | sight for my father, eight for the} the necessity for talking any length HPN he had finished his tale ie are quite, 1 didn’t eek any of time annoyed him visibly, He he suddenly lifted up, his Reh et eee et eM wvammered f e- head and looked proudly at from, And here you are, ordering me mimply did it . the Prussian officers about in my home as though it were The Colonel continued ¢ Colonel, who was gnawing at if’ nnn tea tne ° por warn von that vou will have to mustache, asked s. I'm not sorry se 9 ve nothing else to say?” A ening up his bent ” escape teams “Nothing mor I have f ed my't th in folded bis arma in task; killed sixteen, not one more th ANOTHER STORY NEXT SATURDAY fio or le "Do you know’ that you are golng, fo! “T haven't awnva tor mere: slave you been a soldier tain, previous poor wretch, tude of a modest hero he Prussians talked in a low tone a long time, One of them, a cap- who had also lost his son th month, was defending th Then the colonel arose / | in a low blade from its sheath. He did not raixe it for me to examine, nor did he lift his eyes to mine until he had Pricked his hand between the thumb and first finger and raised a jet of his own red blood, Then only did I have the privilege of looking at his treasured weapon, The Hindu warrior believes that to die in battle is to win at once a coveted eternity in Erewohne, He does not wish to be merely wounded, he desires death in fight rather than immunity from injury, He does not evade danger; rather be seeks it Shortly after thia, at the battle of Neuve Chapelle, the Hindu troops distinguished themselves in magnif- icont charges, They ‘leaped out of the trenches almost before the word of command had reached their hear- ing. Fleet of foot and lithe of action, they had sprung into the enemy trenches and alashed the fe to sub- mission before the heavier white men had got across the intervening coun- try, They were wonderful, full of dash and courage, but the difficulties of the situation called for an altera- tion of their fighting milieu, Feeding these troops also was a matter of considerable moment, Their religion forbade the eating of any meat but that of the goat, These animals must bo freshly killed and must be killed by the Hindu himself, This entailed the bringing up to the line of herds of live goats, In addi- the many other formalities of food supply had to be taken Into a unt, With the most fervent thanks for good work done on our western fron the authorities came to the conclusion that our cousins of the Kast would be even greater in service th and, approaching Fatt voice “Listen, old man, there Is perhaps a Way of saving your life, it is to"— But the man was not listening, and his eyes fixed on the hated oMecer, while the wind played with the downy hair on his head, he distorted his slashed face, giving it @ truly ter- rible expression and, swelling out bia chest, be spat, as hard as he could, right in the Prussian's face, he colonel, furious, raised his hand, and for the second time the man epat in his face 1 the officers had jumped up and r Milon, said wert shricking orders at the same time In less than a minute the old man. passive, was pushed up against the wall and shot, looking emilingly the while toward Jean, his eldest son, his daughter-in-law and his two grandohidren, who witnessed this scene in dumb terror, Copyright. sau be Ur ib is, rte Row Yor kventng Wort.) Hirrtignts re ehh PAGE on one of have gone since to Egypt, to loniki, to Mesopotamia, and to the East and. West African fronts, They are playing @ magnificent and un- forgrtable part in the world war. They have endeared themselves to the hearts of the folk# at home and, they have earned the lasting gratitude of all of us. They have defended th petion of the Empire as we have sfended our northern part of the red splotches which mark Britain on the map Twas sorry that the Indian regi- ments had to be removed froin the wed} front, because, undoubtedly, they were the most fea by the Germans. The Ind:an was at his best in a charge, but at night he had an uneasy habit of crawling out of the trench toward Fritz, with his knife held firmly between his teeth, Be- fore dawn he would return, bis knife stlll in his teeth, but in his hand a German head To-day the Canadians in France are known by the enemy an the “white Ghurkas," and this, to us, is one of the highest compliments. The Ghurkas are considered bravest of the brave. Shall we not be proud to share a title such as this? Ay the religion of the Ghurka fol- lows him to the battle field, so in a different sense does the religion of the white man. We have our thoughts, our hopes and our aspirations, Home of us have our Bibles and our prayer books, and some have rosaries and crucifixes, All of us have deep in our hearts love, veneration and re- spect for the sky-plot—-chaplain, if you would rather call him so. ‘To us sky-pilot, 1 very truly #0, the man Who not only points the way to higher things, but the man who travels with Us over the rough road Which leads to peace in our innermost selves, It does not matter of what sect or of what denomination these men may be. Out on the battle field there are Anglican clergy, ther are toman Catholic priests, there are ministers Of the Preabyterian, the Methodist, the Baptist and other non-conformist faiths. Creed and doctrine play no ,bart when men are gasping out a {dying breath and the last message home. The chaplain res in his heart the comfort for the man who is g eternity. We do not want to tie, We are all strong and full of life And hope and power of doing. Suddenly we are stricken beyond mortal ald. The chaplain comes and in a few phrases Kives Us the pass- word, the sign Which admits us to the Peaceful Masonry of Christianity Tough men pass away, hard men "g> West" with g smile of peace upon their pain-tortured lips jf the padre cnn get to them in time for the part ng word, the cherfyl, colloquial best of luck." Does the padre come to us and | sanctim pronounce our ete nal doc he hear us swe The clergyman, the minister of old }time, is down and out when hie sreacNes the battle-fields of France, or any other of the fronts we are [Bolding. No stupid tracts are handed By Maurice Ketten to us, no whining and groaning, no morbid commenta on the possibility of eternal damnation. No, the chap- Jain of to-day Is 4 real man, maybo he always was; I don't know=a man who riaks his life as du we who are in the fighting line, He bas ser- vices, (alka, addresses, but he nev preaches, He practises all the time. Out of this war there will come & new religion, It won't be a sin any more to sing fagtime on Sunday, as it Was in the days of my childhopd, It won't be # sin to pity a ame’ on Sunday, After chureh paride in France we rushed to the playing fields behind the nes, and many « time I've seen the chaplain Umpire the ball game, Many a time I've seen him take a hand in a friendly game of poker. ‘Tha man who Koes to France to-day will come back with @ broadened mind, pe he chaplain or be he a fighter ¢ is no room for narrowness, for dogma old time theol business, and in every de= Partment men are meeting the situa- tion &s real men should. Again, at Neuve Chapelle, there was magnificent bravery Jui across the atreot, At a turn, there liy 4 number of wounded men. They were beyond the reach of succor, A terrible machine gun fire swept the roadway between them and a shelter of wandbags, which had hastily been put Up on one gide of the street. Hy t ndbags a sergeant had been place n guard with strictest orders to forbid the passing of any without exception, toward where the wounded lay. It was certain death to permit it. We had no men to spare, We had no men to lose, we had to conserve every one of our effectives. Aas time wore on and the grew hotter, a Roman ¢ lain reached the side of th Keant “Sergeant, [ want to go over to th aid of those wounded men.” ‘No, wir, my orders are absolutely strict. I am to let no one go across, nemy fire re chay no matter what his rank.” The chaplain considered a mom but he did not move from where he stood bestde the sergeant . A minute passed and a the Presbyterian faith cam geant, T want to go acro men. They are in a bud w “EL know, sir very, air St t orders that no one must be al to pase.” “Who are your orders “High authority, sir "Ah!" ‘The padre sergeant par Sorry, Sergeant, but [ have orders from a Higher Authority, and Presbyterian minister rushed. acr frou looked at the th t Pt area, Ho fell dead be hed his objective have orders from a Higher Autho: Me Roman Catuolic priest, and he dashed out into the roadway. He fell dead, close the body of his Protestant brother, They dad not reached the wounded, but Heaven is witness that their death was the death of men, Hand in band with the chaplains | pened to be in the woods, so when he | After a while the squirrel got quite SMGgazine - The Eveni Kiddie K] Ono day a little squirrel lay on the ground half dead. But Chartie hap- | found it he took it home with him. | well again, When tho winter came Charlie de- | cided to fo skating and took his pet jalong, When he went his mother |eautioned him to be sure and come | home before it got too dark. While | skating Charlie had a fall and the squirrel jumped out of his pocket and ran off into the woods. Charlie went after the squirrel, for he had learned to love it. The litue gray creature ran on and on until YOUR LAST CHANCE. It was on a sunny day When the Kaiser, looking toward the bay, Saw with @ look of surprise and dis- | may A fleet of Uncle Sam‘s battleships. | It made him pause and bite his lips. | He saw Uncle Sam's soldiers behind him, And he knew they were there to re- mind him Of Belgium and Northern France When he took another glance, 1A glance was enough! | too late! He saw for himself Napoleon's fate; | But be knew that he never could be | so great. thet gt He repented foe ee | My friends, if the story you wish to | come tr | Buy Liberty Bonds and War Stamps, too; | Buy them to-day; don’t walt for to- | morrow; For by acting in time you may save | much sorrow, By SIDNEY WASSERMAN, aged | thirteen, Brooklyn. | THERE WILL BE A TIME. ‘The time will come When the Kaiser will sing: “Oh! say can you see ‘The beautiful Statue of Li And the Liberty Rell wiil ring “No more tyrant Germah king.” | We will be waiting to see our fons, On their way home they will hum: “Homeward Bound,” It 18 a welcome | sound |And if your sons do not come back You will be proud to say They gave thelr lives toward making This victorious day. " Patriotic Poems | by Mem bers ng World’s ~ ub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Ps Coprriaut, 1918, by The Prees Publishing Co, (The New York Hvening World), CHARLIE AND THE SQUIRREL. on, Charlie, following, got lost in the woods. When it grew dark Charlie lay down and went to sleep. As the hour was late and Charile did not come home, his father went cut looking for him. He found bhi asleep in his woodland bed and took him home. But, though Charlie was glad to home, he lamented the loss of Uttle squirrel. After he had eaten his supper he took off his jacket and laid it on the couch, and to hig surprise, out of his pocket jumped the little squirrel. Tt had crept into Chart Ye pocket while he was asleep in the w By FLORENCE FINNIE, aged twelve years, New York. AN AMERICAN SOLDIER. Far across the ocean's foam A soldier boy sits dreaming of home. Around him shot and shell are flying And above him our glorious flag 19 sighing. He dreams about his dear old mothe: Whose sweet, kind face is like ao othe! Of sister Sue and brother Jim, Who were so good and true to him. Up the soldier boy did spring, r he heard the cannon's ring, The enemy were on their way And there was no time for delay. With gun in hand and rifle too, He showed the enemy what he cow do, One by one those boches fell, But ho kept on, as I shall tell All night long the battle raged, But he went on, unafraid, And when the next morning came The Americans had won the gam: By FLORENCE GROSSMAN, 1 No, 640 East 173d Street, SAVE YOUR PITS, Save your pits; don’t throw them away; Come and buy a bond to-day, Or you can buy a Savings Stamp, Helv Ue boys in the trenches aamp, You can get your stamps at every school; Give your pits to the teacher, obey | the rule; You can buy your bonds at many bank . So here's a chance to help the Yanks, ly ANNA LANKISKY, at the front is the Y, M,C. A. It ds doing, marvelous work among the troops: oe Y M. C. A. huts are 4 all over the fighting front. | ou will find the padre with is cout off engaged in the re “shirt-sleeve” religion of the trench Here there are all possible comforts, even little luxuries for the boys, Herg | ara concerts,—the best and best. known artists come out and give their wervi » cheer up Tommy. Here the padres will hold five or six ser- vices in an evening for the benefit of the five or six relays of men who can attend, Mere are checker-boards, chess seta, cards, games of all sorts Here ts @ minature departinental store where footballs, mouth organs, » needles, buttons, cotton, every- ut can be bought "What's th © wid the red:tri- "anked the Irish s¢ late- uned up and only out, from » an See h-Cenaditn who stood near by, “Yon? D'ye mean to say ye know the meaning o' thon? Why, mon, yon's the place whaur ye get & packet o° fags, a bar ot chocolate, @ soft drink and salvation for twenty- five cents." y we get all that in the ¥, M. C. A. huts where the padre tolls and the layman sweats day and night for the well-being of the #o some of the huts it ts ac to get a bath, It to get dry. Hier men, In Hy possible is always posible CHAPTER BH had only weeks in France when were moved out of trenches and placed in Ypres in t me of us were billeted in th and others of us had e in the Ypres 18 Tommy been about ten the environs, At- | ed a} say swith. | Tommy says, when 5O to you can’t | a snowball ta} it, was then conaide The mans back from Y pr one ever come hole in him, "Oh, out he cu y longer than Ypres!" | softly dinna| make so much noise at my work ae JULIENNE WARSHAW, UPON THE FRENCHMEN’S SOIL, Months of weary waiting, Months of weary toll, Lots of restless hours Upon the Frenchmen's goil. But all the time rejoicing, And happy as can be, For they're having all these hardships For the sake of Liberty, | Now's the time to back them ; , And back them with a will, ’ And make jt all the easier for them To get old Kaiser Bill, By ROSE BUCKMASTER, aged thir teen, Blivsville, 1. 1. A FABLE—THE WINDS, The North Wind roared with @ mighty voi “t blow with @ howl and a growl; I bring the ice end the snow, When [ rush through the forest the plants bow down before ma Thea | cover the ground with a soft white j carpet and everything goes to sleep when I come roaring forth,” Then the gentle South Wind blew across the land: “I do not you do, blustering North Wind,” she sald, “I bring the gentle rain to wash the earth, and the warm sunshine; and when I breathe upon your frozen streams I break thelr icy chains aud the water is free to run down the green hillside, I blow away your Snow and it soon melts and trickles down in the ground and the earth re« ceives It gladly, and soon the earth softens and @ green carpet is seen all over the land.” From DOROTHY aged ten SCHUSTER, ESSAY CONTEST. 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