THE TRAGEDY OF WAR.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 3121, 6 April 1915, Page 3

THE TRAGEDY OF WAR.

There is a yawning gap, where one arch of the railway bridge used to be with a solitary bent rail still lying across it (wrote G. Ward Priceto the 'Daily Mail' from Meaux, France, recently). Of the road bridge the whole of the middle arch has gone, and its wreckage makes a heap of white rock in the Dlacid Marne, through which the coof gr ee n waters of the river rush gurgliDg and foaming, delighted at the novel opportunity of playing the mountain torrent. i And among the wreckage of the bridge below, lying on its side and more than half beneath the water, is the smashed and splintered ruin of a closed motorcar. "Three Germans were in it," explains a French sentry who is leaning against the parapet on the other side of the gap, "two soldiers and and an officer; they did not know that the bridge had been blown down and they came down this road last night at full speed, going towards Meaux, until suddenly, when they got here " and a wave of his hand indicated the probable trajectory of the ear through the air to the bed of the river below. "It was a nice little surprise for them," added the sentry with complacent humor. Wt* look a skiff lying near the bank and went out to where the wreckage lay. The bodies, smashed and horrible had been taken out, but all sorts of pathetic little things that had belonged to the dead men were still in the car—a postcard scribbled in pencil, addressed to the wife of one of them in Hanover. "Everything still goes quite well with me," it said. "J am longing 'o see you again. Karl,"