Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-11-02
THE LAST SHOT
Bv FREDERICK PALMER
conxr,xht. 1914 hx Charles Scribaers soHs.

Grays, "that Turcas suggests we pay
for all the damage done to property
on your side by our invasion. I'm
sure our people will rise to the sug-
gestion. Their mood has overwhelmed
every preconceived notion of mine. In
place of the old suspicion that
Brown could do nothing except with
selfish motive is the desire to be as
fair as the Browns, And the practi-
cal way the people look at 1t makes
me think that 1t will be enduring.
"T think so, for the same reason"
responded the premier of the Browns
'tThey say it is good business. 1t means
prosperity and progress for both
countries"
after all, soldier comes out the
hero of the great peace movement"
concluded the premier of the Grays.
"a soldier took the tricks with our
own cards. Old Partow was the great
est statesman of us ALL"
"No doubt of that!" agreed the
premier of the Browns. tits a senti-
ment to which every premier of ours
who ever tried to down him would
have readily subscribed"
The everyday statesman smiles
when he sees the people smile apd
grows angry when they grow angry.
Now and then appears an inscrutable
genius who finds out what is brewing
in their brains and brings 1t to head.
He is the epoch maker. Such an one
was that little Corsican, who gave
stagnant pool the storm 1t needed. un-
til he became overfed and mistook his
ambition for a continuation of his
youthful prescience.
Marta had yet to bear the shock of
Westerling's death. After learning the
manner of 1t she went to her room,
where she spent haunted, sleepless
night. The morning found her still
tortured by her INSTALLATION of the
picture of him, irresolute as the mob
pressed around the Gray headquar.
ters.
"It is as If had murdered him!"
she said. II let him make love to me
Il let my hand remain in his once
but that was ALL Lanny. II couldn't
have borne any more. Yet that was
enough-enough!"
'But we know now, Marta" Lam
stron pleaded, that the premier of
the Grays held Westerling to a com
pact that he should not return alive
IL he lost. He could not have won,
even though you had not helped us
against him. He would only have lost
more lives and brought still greater
indignation on his head. His fate was
inevitable-and he was a soldier"
But his reasoning only racked her
with shudder.
'If he had only died fighting!" Mar
tar replied. "He died like rat in
trap and II set the trap!"
mo, destiny set it," put in Mrs.
Galland.
Lanstron dropped down beside Mar.
ta's chair.
"Yes. destiny set It," he said, Inn.
ploringly.
"Just as 1t set your part for you.
And, Marta" Mrs. Galland went on
gently, with what Marta had once
called the wisdom of mothers, 'Lanny
lives and lives for you. Your destiny
is life and to make the most of life, as
you always have. Isn't it, Marta?"
"Yes," she breathed after a pause
in conviction, as she pressed her moth
er's hands. eyes, you have a gift of
making things simple and clear"
Then she looked up to Lanstron and
the fame in her eyes, whose leaping.
spontaneous passion he already knew,
held something of the eternal, as her
arms crept around his neck
"You are life. Lanny! You are the
destiny of today and tomorrow"
(THE END.)