The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-06-23

warfare. She did not dare voice her
fears. but they were very large fears
and very agonizing ones too.
She had been proud indeed that her
future husband should be an officer
In fine regiment. She thought the
sight of Timothy In his uniform the
dearest thing In the world, and the
very thought Of the military wedding
that would mark her marriage to the
stasies of delight.
This was the other side of the war
picture. Here was the beat of the
drum calling to arms. Real powder and
shot had been issued to the men, and
real shot would be fred. In fancy she
saw her beloved killed at the head OF
his column. always leading, always
waving his sword and shouting encour-
agement to his weary men.
They came upon the new city, the
tented one, all of n sudden and looked
with awe upon the results of a deep
thinking war department, capable
executive stan and well trained ar
my. day or two ago and there had
been cactus plain; today there were a
field of snowy tents and q multitude
OF orderly men awaiting the summons
to-what?
To Sylvia Moore war meant desper-
ate fighting, the sudden death of Tim
othy Robson and for herself lifelong
separation from the man she loved.
When they were In the city and saw
the flying flags and heard the outpour-
ing of martial music the heart Of Syl-
via beat quickly, and she felt more
like crying than ever. II she could
only see Timothy for one moment she
was sure she could persuade him to
stay with her.
Presently through Mr.. Lakes influ-
ence 1t was made possible for Sylvia
to meet her lover, and in the first Joy
full moment the strangeness of the
meeting was quite forgotten. At last
Timothy pushed back his cap and said
'I'll bet you were surprised to hear
was on the way, eh, Sylvia"
EYES," said Sylvia, suddenly very
quiet. Then, after pause, she said in
low tone, Timothy, wonder If
you care enough for me to do big
thing for me-a great thing-the great
est thing you ever did in your life."
"Of course" said Timothy prompt
ly. my life's yours, you know. dear
est"
"Then stay with me. Do not go into
active battle" sylvia's voice was
strained with anxiety, ana her eyes
were fixed eagerly on her lovers face.
She saw the mask of reserve that
dropped over his surprised face--a re-
serve that seemed to place her and
her love upon some distant pinnacle of
space, leaving him here In the active
present with tho duty that lay before
him. She saw all this and realized
what was passing through his mind.
and yet, with n selfishness which had
not yet been overcome by n nobler
impulse, she set herself to exact from
him proof of his love for her.
"Shall ! desert?" he asked. with n
cold smile
ooh, mol Tell them you are Ill. Per-
haps l might explain. You know we
arc to be married in the fall. Tim
othyr'
81 know, dear" he said steadily.
"that this Is the hardest moment OF
your life. I'll think over what you
you still feel the same way about II
perhaps something can be DONE"
''Oh, Jimmy. you are an angel-and
1 was so afraid you'd get killedp' halt
sobbed Sylvia.
Timothy Robson smiled rather mys.
teriously and turned away. perhaps
I'll see you later, dear, If Mr.. Lake
will come around after parade. Times
up now"
They spent the day I'm the city, and
as the afternoon advanced they once
more approached the parade ground,
where they expected to meet Timothy
Robson again. Mr.. Lake and Annie
stopped to view some passing soldiery.
and Sylvia had paused to find herself
the onlooker ut n curious little scene.
A handsome though rather dissipat-
ed looking young man In military
khaki lounged against tree talking
to a very indignant young woman.
"Ah, what's the useT he was mutter-
ing sullenly, when his companion in
terrupted him with blazing eyes and
angry voice,
Matt MearS, you're coward, that's
what you areI she cried. II wouldn't
give a snap Of my finger for man
that didn't put his country before the
girl he loved"
"Oh. pshaw. Laura" began tho
young man weakly. when the girl sud
denly walked away from him with
her pretty chin In the air.
Her words rang in Sylvia's ears as
they went to meet Timothy. Before
her was the city of tents, busy
with the hum OF preparation, the flut-
ter Of myriads of 6ags-her own red.
white and blue emblems-and chok-
ing feeling came into her throat She
knew now that never. never would
she have Timothy belong to anything
except this glorious company, organ
ized to protect her. her relatives, her
friends-everybody In the country.
There were great Industries. vast en-
terprises, to be protected. Oh, her
Timothy was of the noblest profession
In the countryside protectorsl
When Timothy's grave eyes ques
toned hers he was startled by The
blue fash OF patriotism that Sylvia'f
eyes declared
'Timothy." she whispered eagerly
and with emphasis laid on each word
-"Tlmothy Robson. don't you dare
dream of not going into battle. II
you don't go-why. III never speak &c