Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1914-12-10

~ Want 70 Kiss a Good Womsn's
Hand by Way Of Apology"
they were too weary and too Gar
thrown out of the adjustments Of my
natural habits Of thought and feeling
to realize the horror Of eating their
dinners in the company Of the dead.
Now they were to go through another
hell, but many % them in their ef-
haustion were chiefly concerned as 70
whether or not they should get any
sleep that night. \ "
The satire Of war makes the valets
son a hero; the chance Of wal. hlle
the manufacturers son and lets the
day-laborer's son live; the sport Of
war gives the latent forces of a Stra1-
sky full play; the glory OF war brings
Dellarme quick promotion; the CLAIM
our and the spectacular folly OF war
turn the bolts of the lightnings which
man has mastered against man. Per
haps the savage who learned that ne
could start a fame by rubbing two nv
sticks together may have set fire to
the virgin forest and wild grass IN
order to destroy an enemy-and natq-
rally with disastrous results to hlm-
self IL he mistook the direction OF the
wind.
Marta Galland's thoughts at dusk
when she returned up the steps to the
house were Of the wreckage the hot
whirlwind of war left. She was see
ing fathers staring and mothers weep
ing. Her experience with the wound
ed drawing deep on the wells OF SYM
pathy, heightened her loathing OF war
and Of all who planned and ordered 1t
and led its legions. She had been en-
gagged since dark in completing the
work " moving valuable articles from
the front to the rear rooms OF the
ho~se, which had been begun early IN
the day by MIND and the coachman.
She was at the, door Of her mothers
room, which was like an antique chop.
Old plates lay on top Of old tables
with vases on the floor under the
tables. Surrounded by her treasures,
Mrs. Galland awaited the attack; not
as a soldier awaits 1t, but as that ven
cradle Roman senator Of the story
faced the barbarous Gauls--neither
disputing the power Of their spears
nor yielding the self-respect Of his own
mind and soul. She had lain down In
her wrapper for the night, and the
light from a single candle-she stu
favored candles--revealed her features
calm and philosophical among the pill
lows. Yet the magic Of war, reaching
deep into hidden emotions. had her
also under its spe1l. Her voice was at
once more tender and vital. f
Marta, l see that you are all on
wires!" h.
Yves; jangling wires, every one.
jangIing every second out Of tune"
Marta acquiesced.
Marta, my father"-her father had
been q premier Of the Browns-"al-
ways said that you may enjoy the lux
ury Of fussing over little things, for
they don't count much one way or an
other; but, about big things you must
never fussaor you will not be worthy
of big things. Marta, you cannot stop
q railroad train with your hands. This
IL not the first war on earth and we
are not the first women who ever
th6NEhtp tAatswar was wrong. Each
Of US has his work to do and you will
have yours. It does no good to tire
yourself out and fly to pieces, even II
you do know go much and have been
around the world"
She smiled as q woman Of sixty,
who has . secret heartbreak that she
had novss' Rtyen. her husband q son,