Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-09-18

you must believe. We live in diff
ferent ages, you and l; nevertheless
we mus meet on this common ground.
The man who serves our cause must
give everything and ask nothing; he
must obey orders until he has proved
his fitness to serve. You must serve
without question; you must ask moth.
ing, not even my name"
"Your name!" exclaimed Paul,
"But, Mademoiselle, how am to meet
you again, how"
: "You will 60 to Paris, to Jean
.Rosny," she answered. There you
will learn much that Is now unknown
to you. Our League has grown In
.redibly strong during the past two
years Kings are members of it; ether
kings are united against US. Some
day, perchance, when we have sue
ceeded you shall know"
Steps sounded on the graveled walk
outside Paul Lane ran to the win
dow. The officer of the boat was COM
ing toward the house, but alone. There
was no sign of any of his men. The
fog had rolled away and the sea lay
blue under the declining sun. There
was no trace of the battleship. But
for the deserted steamer, pounding
away her life upon the rocks, Paul
Lane might have thought that all had
been a dream-but for these things
and the approach of Captain Won Holz-
rath.
He went to the door and knocked;
he stood there until Paul admitted
him. Neither man asked any ques-
tions of the other. The officer en-
tered the room in which the girl was
standing, Paul at his heels.
Captain Won Holzrath bowed very
low, clicking his heels, and addressed
the girl in German. Paul did not un-
derstand that language; he noted
however the Difference of the officer
and the girls scorn of him. He seem"
ed to be pleading with her, spreading
out his hands as he spoke In depre-
catory fashion while her replies were
as those of a mistress to servant
Their conversation was animated and
pTOloHseu. AZ last lie 6il Ioi iiou w
Paul.
Tell him" she said scornfully, and
speaking for the first time in English,
with slight and pleasant accent
tell him that this Is free soil and
that he cannot drag me hence with all
the battleships of the Austrian navy
Paul told him. He added:
Perhaps you do not know, sir, that
by firing upon a peaceful steamship
In these waters you have violated in
ternational law. You can be hanged
as pirate. hope you will be-
The officer stared at Paul coldly but
did not deign to respond. He turned
and addressed himself to the girl
again. He pleaded earnestly and volu'
bly, with her. She shook her head and
stamped her foot angrily, pointing to
the door and bidding him be gone.
At last he desisted and turned to Paul
again.
Il hope that we shall meet again
some day, sir under different circum'
stances" he said threateningly, and
flung his card down on the table.
There is no time like the present.
answered Paul angrily and tore the
scrap Of cardboard into fragments.
The officer laid his hand upon his
sword; he seemed about to draw on
the other, but, after a moments pause,
turned instead and made his way to-
ward the door. Paul watched him ST.
lently as he went down the graveled
path toward the seashore. He dis.
appeared beneath the wall OF stone,
TO reappear little later upon the
marge of the sea where now the ships
cutter lay, manned by the sailors.
He stepped in and, very rhythmic.
cally, the oars began to prorel the
boat from the shore. 1t rounded the
point of rocks and disappeared. The
sea was very still When Paul turn
ed back into the room the girl had dis.
appeared
She had gone silently from his pre-
sence while he, in daydream. star
ed through the window; gone like
wrath leaving behind her only lit.
tie glove and the faint essence OF
some perfume. fdul ran 10 lue uooi.
She was not in the hall. She was not
in the house. He ran to the back.
There, in the distance, he saw
little figure making its way careful
ly over the rocks and roots that strew-
ed the branch road toward Farming
vile, the nearest station on the Long
Island Railroad. His first impulse was
Was to run after her. Next, remember.
ing the INDUCTION which she had laid
upon him. he desisted. This was evi.
IDENTIFY her wish, to depart thus; and
evidently she knew her purpose.
She was gone like wraith-but
how different now life seemed to him.
This old detection, his uncertainties,
had fallen away. Life had become
fair once more and the beacon light
Of hope flashed out again, calling and
Turing him to new adventures Very
thoughtfully he strolled back along the
shore, and he paced it till the sun
sank and once again the white fogs
rolled round him, blotting out all but
his memories
Gratitude Galore.