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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (May 24, 1923)
ONE OF OURS By \VILLA LATHER. Famous Nebraska Author. (Continued From Yesterday.> ' laud* Wheeler, son of a Nebraska Nmla no happiness in wedded life with Enid Royco« religiously cold dough tpr of Jason Hot « e. Frank ford. Nebraska, miller. After n year and a half together • he goes to China, where her >ounger sis ter, C aroline, a missionary. i« ill. Claude goes to training camp and is commissioned a lieutenant. Claude hud three years at a small denominational college in Lincoln, where he became a friend of the Krlleh family, motherly widow and five sons. He has friends In Ernest Hat el und Leonard Dawson. young Nebraska farmers and neighbors of flic Wheeler family, lie has mi elder brother. Bay liss. in business in I rankfort: his father. Nat. and a younger brother. Ralph. While home on leave from « atnp lie falls in love with Gladys Farmer, nigh school friend of his wife. He leaves with his company for Furopt . An epi demic of #4fIbreaks out on hoard and several soldiers die and are burled at sea. The transport docks at a French port und f'laudc gets his first glimpse of the hor rors of war when a trainload of wounded \merlcnn soldiers is brought In from the front, lie is billeted with another voting tinnriean lieutenant. Gerhardt. in the home of >f. hihI Madame Jotihert. After two weeks of intensive training Claude leaves with his company for the front, lie and his men rescue a starving Belgian refugee woman and her children, giving them food und shelter In a deserted farm house. BOOK FIVE—CHAPTER VIII Four o’clock . . . ,'t summer dawn » . his first morning in the trenches. Claude had just been along the line 1o see that the gun teams were in position. This hour, when the light was changing, was a favorite time for attack. He hail come in late last When in Omaha Stop at Hotel Rome U Scallops Stewed? Melt butter and rub in the flour. Add boiling milk till it becomes a proper ronnisteney. Drop the ecallopo in androok five min utea. W ben done remove from fire and neason with LEA&PERRINS SAUCE night, and had everything to learn. Mounting the tire-step, he peeped over the parapet between the sandbags, Into the low, twisting mist. Just than he could see nothing out the wire entanglement, with birds hopping along the top wire, singing and chirp ing as they did on the the wire fences at home Clear and flute-like they sounded in the heavy air—and they were the only sounds. A little breeze came up. slowly clearing the mist away. Streaks of green showed through the moving banks of vapor. The birds became more agitated. That dull stretch of gray ancj green was No Man's Band. Those low zig zag mounds, like giant molehills pro tected by wire hurdles, were the Hun trenches; five or six lines of them. He could easily follow the commu nication trenches without a glass. At one point their front line could not be more than SO yards away, at an other it must be all of 300. Here and there thin columns of smoke be gan to rise; the Hun was getting breakfast; everything was comfort able and natural. Behind the enemy's position the country rose gradually for several miles, with ravines and little woods, where, according to his map, they had masked artillery. Back on the hills were ruined farm houses and broken trees, but nowhere a living creature in sight. It was a dead, nerveless countryside, sunk in quiet and dejection. Vet evsrywhere the ground was fail of men. Their own trenches, from the other side, must look quite as dead. Bifg was a secret, these days. It was amazing how simplf things could he done. His battalion had marched in quietly at midnight, and the line they came to relieve had set out as silently lor the rear. It all took place in utter darkness, .lust as B Company slid down an incline into the shallow .rear trenches, the country was lit for a moment by two star shells, there was a rattling of machine guns. Herman Maxims—a sporadic crackle that was not followed up. Filing along the communication trenches, they listened anxiously: artil lery tire would have made it bad for the other men who were marching to the rear. But nothing happened. They had a quiet night, and this morning, here they were'. The sky flamed up saffron and sil ver. Claude looked at his watch, hut he could not "bear to go just yet. How'long it took a Wheeler to get round to anything! Four years on the way; now that he was here, he would enjoy the scenery a bit, he guessed. He wished His mother could know how he felt this morning. But perhaps she did know. At any rate, she would not have him anywhere else. Five years .'cap, when he was sitting on the steps of the Denver state house and knew that nothing unexpected could ever happen to him . ■ . suppose he could have seen, in a flash, where he would be today? He cast a long look at the redden ing. lengthening landscape, and dropped down on the duckboard. Claude made his way back to the dugout into which he and Gerhardt had thrown their effects last night. The former occupants had left it clean. There were two bunks nailed against the side walls—wooden frames with wire netting over them, covered with dry sandbags. Between the , two bunks was a soapbox table, with a candle stuck in a green bottle, an alcohol stove, a bain-marie, and two 1 tin cups. On the wall were colored ■ pictures from Jugend, taken out of some Hun trench. He found Gerhardt still asleep on his i oed. and shook him until he sat. up. "How long have you been out, Claude.? Didn’t you sleep?" "A little. 1 wasn't very tired. I suppose we could heat shaving water on this stover they’ve left us half I a. bottle of alcohol. It's quite a com- ! fortablc little hole, isn't It?” “It will doubtless serve Its purpose," David remarked dryly, "tio sensitive to any criticism of this war: Why it's not your affair; you’ve only just arrived." "I know.” Claude replied meekly, as he began to fold his blankets. “But , it's likely the only one I'll ever he in, so I may as well take an interest.’’ j The next afternoon four young men, ! all more or less naked, were busy about a shellhole full of opaque brown j water. Sergeant Hicks and his chum, Dell Able, had hunted through Half ; the blazing hot morning to find a hole : not to scummy, conveniently, and oven picturesquely situated, and Had reported it to the lieutenants. Cap tain Maxev, Hicks said, could send his own orderly to find his own shellhole, nnd could take his bath in private. “He’d never wash himself with any body else.” the sergeant added. "Afraid of exposing his dignity!" , Bruger and Hammond, the two sec ond lieutenants, were nlready out of their bath, and declined on what might almost be termed a grassy slope, exam- I ining various portions of their body With interest. They hadn't had all their clothes off for some time, and four days of marching in hot weather made a man anxious to look at him-! self. "You wait till winter." Gerhardt told •them. He was still splashing In the hole, up to his armpits In muddy water. "You won't get a wash once In three months then. Some of the Tom mies told me that when they got their first bath after Vimy, their skins peeled off like a snake's. AVhat are you doing with my trousers. Bruger?" "Hunting for your knife. I dropped mine yesterday, when that shell ex-! ploded in the cut-off. I Earned near, dropped my old nut!" “Shucks. that wasnt’ anything. Don't keep blowing about it—shows ' you're a greenhorn.” Claude stripped off his shirt and slid Into the pool beside Gerhardt. "Gee. I hit something sharp down i there! AA'hy didn't you fellows pull , out the splinters?" "He shut his eyes, disappeared for , a moment, and came up sputtering. | throwing on the ground a round metal i object, coated with rust and full of! clime "German helmet. Isn't it. Phew?' Hr- wiped his face and looked about suspiciously "Phew is right!" Bruger turned j the object over with a stick. “Why In i hell didn't you bring up the rest of him? You've spoiled my bath. I hope you enjoy it." Gerhardt scrambled up the side “Get out. Wheeler! Ix>ok at that." "The precision with which this famous service* has been ^Twentieth Century Limited > via the water level route Chicago to New York NEW YORK CENTRAL VOmaha Office: 808-809 Woodmen of the World Building 4 Telephone AT lantic 4465 J lie pointed to big sleepy bubbles, bunt ing up through the thick water. “You've stirred up trouble, all light! Something's going very bad down there." Claude got out after him. looking back at the activity in the water. “I didn’t see how pulling out one hel met could stir the bottom up sn. I should think the water would keep the s&ell down.” “Ever study chemistry'.'” Bruger asked scornfully. “You just opened up a graveyard, and now we get the exhaust. If you swallowed any of that German cologne— Oh, you should worry!" Lieutenant Hammond, still bare legged. with his shirt tied over his shoulders, was scratching in his note book. Before they left he put up a. placard on a split stick: No Public Bathing! ! Private Beach. C. Wheeler. Co. B, 2 th Inf'ty. (Continued in Ths Morning Bee.) Omaha Bankers to Attend Group Meets Over State Omaha bankers are making ‘reser vations with Secretary Hughes of the Nebraska Bankers’ association, for trips to group meetings of bankers out state. A special Pullman leaves Omaha at midnight Monday, June 4, for North Platte, where a meeting of group five will be held June 5, and for Holdrege, where group four meets June *i. Another Pullman leaves here at 4:45 the afternoon of Monday. June 11. for \yoodlake, where a group aix meeting is to be held June 12, and Oering. where a group seven meet | ing is to be held June 14. Bluffs Man Asks Police to Seek Missing Wife ' Harry Martin, 900 West Broadway, | Council Bluffs, asked Omaha police to j look for his wife. Gertrude, 26. whom ; he believes to be living at Eighteenth street and Capitol avenue with their I 1-year-old baby. She left home, he said, after a quarrel. String Club Concert. Albert A. Farland, “the world’s greatest banjoist,” will give a recital in the Y. M. C. A. auditorium next Monday evening. The first annual concert of the Omaha String club, as sisted by the Trinity Ladies’ trio, will be given in the same place Thursday evening, June 28. Our Children Rv ANGELO PATR1 ‘•George." •'Only child?" asked the elderly ' viaitor. "Ves. lie's the only one. ' "Got a pet? Dog. rabbits, anything alive to play with?" “No! We thought he was too j young to have the responsibility of 1 caring for an animal. They're a lot of trouble, too!" "Ves, children bring trouble with them. Dogs are nearly as much care 1 as a child, not quite, and rabbits are worrisome things. But the lad ought j to have something alive to talk to I and play with. Lose something if i he hasn't. "When I was a boy I was alone j with iny mother and she was sick j a lot. I worked hard to help her. Did everything she'd let me do. Washed and scrubbed, and did the dishes, and made the fire. Anything I could do. "I didn't get much play, but I didn’t mind that. • Sometimes though 1 felt j lonely and empty and wishing for | something. One day my mother gave me a quarter and told me to go to the show in the old car barns. That was a great treat! An afternoon off and a quarter to spend! "Ten cents admission left me 15 cents to spend but I didn’t see any- j thing that I wanted at my price. Then X came upon the Incubator. They were new at that time and I thought it the most wonderful sight on earth. Little chicks tumbling out of eggs and kicking lively little legs in the air! ‘■Well. sir. I wanted one of those | chicks to take home. "Walk right up ] and buy a chick. Twenty-five cents | for a real live chick fresh from the incubator. Raise your own hens and have your own eggs. Buy a chick for 25 cents. "I searched my pockets in the hope that I might find a fortune In them : but there were only the three nickles. ! I w-atched people buying chicks and j longed the harder for one. "When the crowd thinned out I j asked the man if X could have a ‘chick for 15 cents. "Nope." says he. ! ‘They’re 25.’ Desire made be bold and i said. "Maybe you could let me ha,ve that little scrawny ono that nobody seems to want. Fifteen Cent* is all I got.’ "He looked at me sharply and gave me the chick. 1 ran out and got a hitch home on a passing ice wagon, my chick held in my pocket by my free hand. ‘Mother, I'm going to raise hens and have my eggs when my i hick grows up. Isn't It a fire one?’ "But it was a big scrawny rooster —the best friend a boy could have had. I called him George Washing ton because it was on that great man’s birthday I got hint. He fol lowed me about the house, talked to me, played with me. I was never lonesome after that as long as Geor„e lived!' “Every child ought to have a live companion. If he has a dozen broth ers and sisters he still ought to have his pet. X can't be thankful enough for my George—even if he disap poihted me in the matter of eggs. ' (Copyright, 19i2 ) Three Murder Trials to Start First Week in June Three murder trials will go on in district court the first week in June. County Attorney Eieal will ask the death penalty on James Cardin®, charged with killing his sweetheart, Anna Greco, 11. He also seriously wounded the girl's father. Bam Greco The death penalty will be asked also on Walter Lawrem e, who will be tried for killing Sebastian Mangianelli in a fight over whisky. 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