Poseibly by the time these lines appear. in print the fate of the men who have held on for a day and a night and at least the begin" pings of the next day, will be knows, Perhaps they may. owing:
ack and forth on the restricted line rey have, for rails have been moved cither side of them, until to-day ended in one kind of failure: failure in that the whole tour was nct completed, success which continued up until noon, wel some of those southerners who, wu do not know. Possibly it is one of doubivdly,, politically are their Jehose romances which will lose its] friemis, have summoned up enough that probably a sight was witnessed. which rarely befalls the ordinary' civilian. Por like some strangely impersonal thing, some painted Jcanvas which moves across a stage, the writer saw-the "Great Wall" in action, heard the trench mortars, which' have been illustrated in this paper, in action, the three-inch gun ye its occasional ominous bark. These were but the incidents in a steady fusillade from rifles and machine guns, a clamant indication lof. the mighty bite behind the thrill bark of the smaller weapon. savour by a series of gradual releases. Yet, whatever the story, the fects yesterday morning' were that " body of very gallant. men were fighting for their existence wainer an enemy adopting guerilla tactics, seizing every coign of, advantage, who even ran under the train itself at one time, safe from the guns of the men who were fighting it.
The story as the writer was told it, was that these men have nothing fo hope for. If they surrender, the lot of many another White Russian to rescue them. Or of the Kuomine aig may still prevail and restoring: order give some guarantee further existence of those men who are far tov good to fall beneath the sword of some executioner belonging to the rabid mob who are at present dominating Chapel, A few yards away from thi drama of death, the comedy of life was being played. Along Range Road every alleyway is barriended, and behind the crossed beams and intricate tangles of barbed wire
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.