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New no Neither" sawr-a^ DEATH AND BACK AGAIN WITH BRESSAC. A FRENCH PRIVATE For, White Ppau/Pyn' Gare Whether He Lived or Died But Who Coyld f)ie with Villiere and Ruyel and Etienne Hanging Round Just to Keep Heroes from Dying? Thl» is the thirteenth article on FRANCE TODAY written by George Randolph Chester, originator^ "Get-Rich-Quick Walling fonr'aiw hit wife, Lillian Chester, who went to Frange to get tfbry exprwily for the Daily Tribune and other members of the ewapaper (enterprise Association. Th^se stories will appear In BisrWarck newspaper By GEORGE RANDOLPH CHESTER AND LILLIAN CHESTER. (Copyright, 1018, by the Ncnapaper Knterpricn Association.) Paris Match 4— Bressac lay listlessly In his little white oot in his lit tle white room, oblivious to all the sounds or the hip hospital. His eyes were staring at the dim/high celling, and his hand lay motionless on the coverlet the only movement in hira was at regular intervals of about 15 minute? when his brovs knotted tensely, after which he dosed his eyes for a while. The reason tor that monotony ofsUght movement was this uressac was ifl the fog with Janet and Maupeta. and it was a raw, elillly morning. The ground was rough, pitted and aca^ed wkh projectJles of ov*y size from mere bullets to big shells. Theye was b&rbed 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 piece of bread! Suddenly there was a veer In the direction of the sound of the machine gun fire, and Coulon fell race down ward, and lay perfectly still. A man came running from the group of which Coulon had been a part'. It was Lieu tenant Lombardin, followed by the rest of his mpn, and, as he passed Bressac and Jamet and Maupeta, he called out: "Oyer there they are!" Just that. No dramatics about Lonibardln. They till tan after him, stumbling o\ 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 in sight of an old shell crater which had been supplied' with very rarofully concealed fortifications, and from there three machine guns were jmmpjns U)»m' :U (,le scaMcred Trench-, in'1!!, with ail possible vim. "Her^ they are!" sried Lieutenant Loinbardin triumphantly, and, with his pistol in his hand, led the way straight into that murderous fire. The man next to Rressac drop ped, as they ran side by side. It was Janet. He was Bressac's best friend. The man just ahead of Bressac fell, rose, staggered for ward, jumped for the crater, and tumbled over and over down in side it. That was Lombardin. There were 1 half a dozen of them rushing togeth-j ^,rf(!Ur er right at the edge of the crater, When he comes to that point his: brows alway knit then ho closes his! minutes. As soon as his mind has ,,whiskers, in the bed near the rested itself, it goes 'back to him in The director came in, a tali, lean old fellow, with a glistening bald he&d and a fringe of white hair, and the wrinkles of humor around his eyes. Ho too, gazed down at iBressac con templatively but he was a man who had inside eyes as well as outside eyes and he had seen cpuntless Bressacs since his war began. •'Good evening, Bressac." A very gentletone, one calculated not to arouse a sleeper. No movement. "The doctbr says you are getting on splendidly fpr so short a time after your Operation, Bressac." "The doctor says you are getting on splcncjidly/tpr sq' short a time, after your operation, pfessaq.'.' An iriopiresfeible"'flutter of wear! ness. The director smiled, and his eyesj twinkled, and he noiselessly "drew up a chair and sat before the disinterest ed patient. "Yo'jt'ire 'going to recover nicely, the doctop'says. Hdw do ypu feel?" Th^ eyfelids relaxed. Bressac was going back to the fog automatically. ". yoif- out in a couple of weeks, Bres^c, my moy!" Wojild t^ey? No stirring of vitality in BreaaiLC over that cheerful an nouncement He was at that ebb in the struggle between lif6 and death where it made no diference to him whether he lived or no£. Everything was too much trouble There was- silence between the two inen for Quite a little time then Bres sac's brows contracted, knotted pain fully,. after 4t£icli exhaustion followed. He had just dropped again at the edge of thgfcrater. The director studied (Qresaac with his Inside eyes,, then, he hunted the doctor in those upiier wards Where stupor and pd^in and 'fever, ^e)d s#ay over the rpws of white cots "Is it safef to move Brpssac?" "Wft«nrY\ •TjfaA&W' The doctor stroked his beard and survey thq director. They had a great d«al of confidence in each othtti t. A a a Bressac. He nee)s Rwvel and VHHsre aad llamotaque and Joisseau and Et- ienne." He rattled it. off liko a pre scription. Bressac awoke as usual, in the cold gray fog. Ho was with Jamet and Maupeta. From some place Warby 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 sical instrument. There was a laugh unmistakably there was a laugh! Bressac frowned at the interruption, as he opened his eyes wider and turn ed his head. His room was larger, much larger There was another bed by the side of his, and in it sat a fellow with black hkir and a bristling black mustache, nnd a wide grin which disclosed the fact that two front teeth weije miss ing. This wns Villiere, and he had a mandolin. 'Alio!" said Villiere, cordially, ca ching Bressac's eye. Vflliere had been learning English in the trenches, and enjoyed the accomplishment. .' he when Bressac suddenly ceased to re-! i1"™8. Monsieur Huvel, I member, to know, to feel, to exist. ahb A laugh from the door, where lean ed a saucy poilu with a rakish cap and a cigaret in his mouth. "Say your other American word, Villiere," invited this poilu in French. He was Etienne, and there was a med al on him. "Goodbye!" obliged Villiere, gaily. f'lny Monsieur Bressac your new b' lection, Villiere." invited another voice, a very well cultivated voice in deed and Bressac 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 colorless mustaches, sitting up in bed energetic ally weaving a rench war boat, splen didly camouflaged, out of colored straw. "Permit me," offered the insouciant Etienne from the doorway. "Monsieur exhausted. Sressac, I have the honor to present Monsieur Hamotaque, and the sleeping I,av door' peeHne the fog with Jamet and Maupeta, and .Hc .would eating bread, to the edge of the era ter, where fee knows nothing more. r!° alf Rll,vel' Wh° Vro.sulent of this room by unan- ho,,or in eyes in exhaustion for three or four JJuj^p^"u,vc ,a fe'?t t(! an All this is automatic. Bressac has, ^rf"fnc ^d Prea.dent Ravel. "Can no interest in it, or In anything else. ,ur' A gentle-faced sister came in, mov- Bressac closed his eyes, in« softly as a thistledown, and bent over him, her wide, stiff black capi Mori- innus0 C^°3 /*ga,n' man oranse terest. from then pn, always including Coulon "1°^° "S with keen in- nevcr W0,Id' lmt he was w, "n'n M"n3'" ur th n] ag,a n" olf\ a 1"®, president, Oood!" evclaimed nnd Miev all laughed. when we permit it, and one such is enough." sticking out in the dimness like wings. laughed. Villiere sings, 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.' The grin on the face of Villiere was marvelous to see. He grinned just as well having one leg as if ho had two. 1 "Am I permitted?" he inquired,' touching a preliminary chord on his mandolin. "Not immediately on the arrival of any new member," declared President Huvel firmly, whereat they all laugh ed, including Villiere. It took very little to make these fellows laugh. "But you may play your new selec tion." "fiood," laughed Villiere, displaying the can in his grin, and taking up his mandolin, from which the "E" string was missing, he systematically pick ed out note by note, an air with which Wanted t: all the world .is familiar, under varl ous names Hhe fundamental ragtime tuine. "I have only played the mandolin one month, since I have been here," explained Villiere with naive pride. "I know another song," whereupon ho played it, but no one could guess the name, much less Bressac, who was now, asleep. Music in the corridor, aqd it was morning! Bressac had heard that rau 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 ft row on th eempty bed of Joissealf, who was out of bed now, op hiB'Crutches, and taking his breakfast downstairs, with a dozen other good fellows at table. The quartet sang very low, and Uressac went to sleep. When he awoke again he was in the cold gray fog, with Jamet and i.Mau peta, and—no, he wasn't! He heard, laughter. lie looked around quickly. Joisseau was back, and was playing a game 'of Jaquet with Hamotaque and Villiere, from across the room, was uninvited referee. A droll fellow, that. Villiere, and Bressac .smiled smiled! The sister came in, to bring the flowers for that room. "Oh, Monsieur Ittessac!' glowing with pleasure. I better!" "Yes, thank you," returned sac. she said, You are L'res- A spirit of gentleness seemed to. have fallen on the room. It seemed full, of peace. Oh this was a good place to lie, this hospital of France, run on the basis of gentleness and cheer fulness, run on the basis that putting man togo'her raided their spirits, rouse:! tlieni from their lethargy, made them want to live, gave them renewed interest in life and in the things life meant. You could only pursue that sys tem with men of a brave spirit. If they were morbid-minded fallows, like the C.ermans, they would help to mako each other more nioivtid. Sud denly Lressac remembered wha.l some on had told him uhou'l the German hospitals, how a wounded soldier was taken up and put through the curative processes like clock work, how the isolation system was prac ticed as ni'ich as nossible. how there was a marked diference in the treat ment of tho soldier who could be used in the ranks again, and the one who would be a burdon after bis recovery. Efficiency! The memory of the very word made "Bressac's temper come up, his f'rst temper since he li 'd been wounded. If the Roche were to have bis way. ir he were to establish'his dominion over France, for instance, and Ger man kultur and efficiency were to supplant all this gentleness and cheer fulness 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 liinbs— Bressac, in the nergy of his emo tions, tried to rise, but sank bacr:. Whon be next awoke he was not et all in the cold gray fog. Far from J\ He was burnine: with a question which it was curious had not come to him before. "Tell me!" They were so startled a' tho vigor of the tone of this man who had not cared whether he lived or died, that Ruvel, who was eating his luncheon, swallowed a fishbone. "Is there anyone here of my com- SAY ECHO. 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