The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-12-18


face in my last glimpse when the
Grays made me run for it from your
kitchen door before had half a chance
for the Grafton crying for voice. You
were in my dreams! You were in bat
tie with mel"
This sounds like a disordered
mind" observed Minna. I've heard
men talk that way before"
oh, have talked that way to other
women myself" said Stransky.
YES" said Minna bitterly. His can
dor was rather unexpected.
Il have talked to others in passing
on the high road" he continued But
never after a woman had struck me in
the face. That blow sank deep-deep
deep as what Lanstron said when l
revolted on the march. say it to you
with this"-he touched the erosion
my breast. And I'm not going to give
you up. It's big world. There's
room in it for place for you after the
war Is over and I'm going to make the
place. Good-by till I'm blackjack to
stay! Good-by, little daughter!" he
added with wave of his hand to Clar-
issa as he turned to go. Maybe we
shall have our own automobile some
day. It's no stranger than what's been
| happening to me since the war began"
IF you don't marry him, Nina, I'll
III" Mrs. Galland could not find
words for the fearful thing that she
would do.
Marry him! 1 have only met him
three times for about three minutes
each time!" protested Minna. She
was as rosy as a girl and in her confu-
sion she busted herself relying the rib
bon on Clarissa Eileen's hair. He
called you little daughter!" she said
softly to the child as she withdrew into
the tower.
Marta remained in the chair by the
doorway of the tower, weak and list
less. Now her lashes were closed;
again they opened slightly as her gaze
roved the semicircle of the horizon. A
mounted officer and his orderly gallop-
ing across the fields to the pass road
| caught her desultory attention and
held it, for they formed the most i'm
petuous object on the landscape When
the officer alighted at the foot of the
garden and tossed his reins to the or
derby, she detected something familiar
about him. He leaped the garden wall
at bound and, half running, came to-
ward the tower. Not until he lifted his
cap and waved 1t did she associate this
1.-THE, dapper artillerist with stopped
old gardener in blue blouse and torn
straw hat who had once shuffled among
the flowers at her service.
Hello! Hello!" he shouted in
clarion greeting at sight of her. Hello,
my successor!"
Only in the wilderness of his hair
was he like the old Teller. I4ls tone,
the boyish sparkle of his black eyes,
those full, expressive lips playing
over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace,
his quick and telling gestures-they
were of the Teller of cadet days.
Wonderful-wounded! Wonderful!
Was there ever such a woman?" he
cried. Destiny has played with US.
1t sent spy to your garden. 1t put
you in my place. A strange service,
ours-yes, destiny is in it,"
YES" she breathed painfully, his
suggestion striking deep.
we are going on, and my guns,
on to the best yet on in the pursuit!
Nothing can stop US We shall hit the
Grays SO fast and hard that they can
never get their machine in order again.
God bless you! Everything that is fine
in me will always think finely of you!
You and Lanny-two fixed stars for
mel"
TRULY" She was radiant "Truly?"
she asked wistfully.
yes, yes-a yes as real as the
guns!"
Then it helps! Oh, how It helps!"
she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Good-by! God bless you'll" he cried
as he started to go, adding over his
shoulder merrily: ''Ill send you a pic
ture postcard from the Grays' capital
of my guns parked in the palace
square"
She watched him leap the garden
wall as lightly as he had come and
gallop away, an impersonation of the
gay, adventurous spirit of war, count
ing death and wounds and hardship as
the delights of the gamble. Yes, he
would follow the Grays, throwing
shells in the irresponsible joy of toss
ing confetti in a carnival. Pursuit!
Was Feller's the sentiment of the
army? Were the Browns not to stop
at the frontier? Were they to change
their song to, Now we have ours We
shall take some of theirs?" The
thought was fresh fuel to the live Goals
that still remained under the ashes.
A brigade commander and some of
his staff-offlcers near by formed a
group with faces intent around an OPP
orator who was attaching his instru-
ment to field-wire that had just been
reeled over the hedge. Marta moved
toward them, but paused on hearing an
outburst of jubilant EXPLANATIONS: