The Press., 1911-08-09

I w1tn awe upon rne resuus or a 0eep thinking war department, a capable executive stan and a we'll trained ar my. A day or two ago and there had been cactus plain; today there were a Held of snowy tents and multitude of orderly men awaiting the summons l tO-what?
 To Sylvia Moore war meant desper- ate fighting. the sudden death of Tim othy Robeson 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. If she could only see Timothy for one moment she was sure she could persuade him to | stay with her.
 Presently through MT. Lakes infiu- ence 1t was made possible for Sylvia to meet her lover. and in the first joy ful moment the strangeness of the meeting was quite forgotten. At last Timothy pushed back his cap and said:
 "'I1l bet you were surprised to hear was on the way, eh, Sylvia|
 '"Yes," said Sylvia. suddenly very quiet Then, after a pause, she said in a 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 iy. 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, and 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 the duty that lay before him. She saw all this and realized what was passing through his mind. and yet, with a self1shness which had not yet been overcome by a nobler impulse, she set herself to exact from him a proof of his love for her.
 ''Shall- desert?' he asked. with cold smile.
 ooh, no! Tell them you are i'll. Per haps l might explain. You know we are to be married in the fall. Tim othyy"
 "I know, dear," he said steadily, ''that this is the hardest moment of your life. I'll think over what you said, and if at the end of another day you still feel the same way about 1t perhaps something can be done."
 "'Oh. Timmy. you are an angel-and was so afraid you'd get killed! half sobbed Sylvia.
 Timothy RObeson smiled rather mys- teriously and turned away. Perhaps I'll see you later, dear, If MT. Lake will come around after parade. Times up now.''
 They spent the day in the city, and as the afternoon advanced they once more approached the parade ground, where they expected to meet Timothy Robeson again. MT. Lake and Annie stopped to view some passing soldiery, and Sylvia had paused to find herself the onlooker at curious little scene.
 A handsome though rather dissipat- ed looking young man in military khaki lOunged against a tree talking to a very indignant young woman. "Ah. what's the useY' he was mutter- ing sulIenly, when his companion in- terrupted him with blazing eyes and angry voice.
 Matt Mears, you're a coward, that's d. aGU 1,op% give snap of my finger for a man that didn't put his country before tho girl he loved.'
 "Oh. pshaw. Laura" began the 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 Timo:1aa. Before her was the city of ScnGS, busy with the hum of preparation, the flut- ter of myriads of flags-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 countrywide protectors!
 When Timothy's grave eyes Ques tioned hers he was startled by the blue flash of patriotism that Sylvia's eyes declared.
  and with emphasis laid on each word Robeson. don't you dare dream of not going into battle. If you don't go-why. I'll never speak to you again as long as I nvev'