Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-09-18
tCopYrisht 1914 b. Charles scribnsrs sonsl
CHAPTER v.
A sunday Morning Can.

1luences OF both h0redity and environ
ment. Though his father and both
grandfathers. wore omcers who be-
lieved theirs to be the true gentle
mans profession. he had preferred
any kind Of mechanical toy TO arrang-
ing the most gayly painted tin sol-
diers In formation ON the nursery
floor; and he would rather read about
the wonders Of natural history and
electricity than the campaigns Of Ma.
poleon aud Frederick tho Great and
my Lord Nelson. Left to his own
choice. he would miss the parade of
the garrison for inspection by an ex-
cellency in, order to ask questions OF
q man wiping the oil OF his hands with
cotton-waste, who was far more enter.
tanning to him than the most spick-and-
span ramrod of a sergeant
Upon being told one day that he was
70 go to the military school the follow
ing autumn. he broke out in open re-
bellion.
II don't want to 60 to the artny!" he
said.
"Why?" asked his father, thinking
that when the boy had to give his res
sons he would soon be argued out OF
the heresy.
IT'S drilling = few hours . day. then
nothing to do" Arthur replied. "All
your work waits on war and you don't
know that there will ever be any war.
1t waits on something nobody wants
to happen. Now. II you manufacture
something. why. you soc wool come
out cloth, steel come out an automo-
bile. II you build . bridge you see It
rising little by little. You're getting
your results every day; you see your
making something. creating some
things there's something going on all
the while that isn't guesswork.
think that's what want to say. You
won't order me 70 be . soldier. will
your"
The father, loath to do this. called IN
the assistance of an able pleader then.
Eugene Partow. lately become chief Of
stan Of the Browns, who wa an old
friend Of the LAnstron family. Partow
turned the balance on tho side OF filial
aflection He kept watch Of the boy.
but without favoring him With infiu-
ence. Young LAnstron, who wMted to
see results, had to earn them. He real
lied in practice the truth of Partow'a
saying that there was nothing he had
ever learned but what could be of seIv.
ice to him ~ an omceF.
Finding enough work to do?" Par
tow would ask with chuckle when
they met in these days; for he had
made Lanstron both chief Of intellt
sence and chief aerostatic officer.
Young Colonel Lanstron's was the duty
LOT gaining the secrets Of the Gray
staff and keeping those Of the Brown
and organizing up-tothe-moment EN-
cheney in the new forces Of the air.
He had remarked truly enough that
the injury to his left hand served as
"a better reminder against the folly Of
,wool-gathering than string. even q
large red string. tied around his I'm.
ger. Thanks to skillful surgery, the
fingers, incapable OF spreading much.
were yet serviceable and had firm
grip of the wheel as he rose. from the
aeroplane station on the Sunday morn
ing after Marta's return home for .
fight to La Tir.
He knew the pattern weaving under
his feet az one knows that Of his own
garden from an overlooking window.
Every detail Of the stan map, ravines,
roads, buildings, battery positions. was
stitched together in the flowing reality
of actual vision. No white posts we're
necessary to tell him where the
boundary between the two nations lay.
The line was drawn in his brain.
Now that Lahstron was tho organ.
izer OF tho aviation corps his own
flights wese rare. Mostly they were
made to La Tir. His visits to Marta
we're his holidays. All the time that
she was absent ON her journey around
the world they had coresponded. Her
letters, so revealing Of herself and her
peculiar angles Of observation, formed
. bundle sacredH preserved. Her
mothers joking reference about her
sirlish resolution not to marry sol.
der often REQUIRED 70 him. There, he
sometimes thought, was the real OBJ
stacle to his great desire.
When he alighted from the plane he
thrust his left hand into his blouse
pocket. He always carried 1t there.
Is II it were literally sewn in place.
In moments Of emotion the SCARED
nerves would witch - the telltale Of
his constituencies; and this was some
thing he would conceal from others no
matter how conscious he was Of 1t him
self He found the Galland veranda
deserted. In response to his ring
maid came to the open door. Her
face was sad. with q beauty that had
prematurely faded. But It lighted
pleasurably tn recognition. Her hair
was thick and tawny, lying low over
the brow: her eyes were . softly
luminous brown and her full lips sensi-
tive ana yieidinS. IsissttIoii, an iIitti-
mate OF the Galland household. knew
her story well and the part that Marta
had played in 1t.
Some four years previously. when .
baby was in prospect for Minna. who
wore no wedding ring. Mrs. Galland
had been inclined to send the maid TO
An institution. where they viii take