Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-14
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buked for presumption. Not a gun
ner any more-Im a spy!" he thought
as he shuff1ed off without looking
toward the batteries again, though the
music of wheels and hoofs was now
close by.
Marta had 9 glimpse of him as she
turned away. HE is what he ia be
cause Of the army; . victim of cult
habit" she was thinking. Had ne
been in any other calling his fine quail
titles might have been of service to the
world and he would have been happy.
A company Of infantry resting
among their stacked rifles changed
the color of the square In the distance
from the gray pavement to the brown
of g mass OF uniforms. In the middle
of the main street a major of the bri-
gade stan, with q number OF junior
offoeTs and orderliss, was evidently
waiting on some signal. Sentries were
posted at regular intervals along the
curb. The people in the houses and
shops from time to time stopped pack
ing up their effects long enough to go
to the doors and look up and down
apprehensively, asking bootless, ner-
vous questions.
Are they coming YETI"
do you think they will comet"
Are you sure it's going to be war ?"
viii they she'll the town."
"There'il be time enough for you
to get away" shouted the major. "An
we know is what is written in our in
structions. and we shall act on them
when the thing starts. Then we are
in command. Meanwhile, get ready!"
Then the major became aware of a
young woman who was going in the
wrong direction. Her cheeks were
flushed from her rapid walk, her lips
were parted, showing firm, white
teeth, and her black eyes were re-
garding him in a blaze of satire or
amusement; an emotion, whatever it
was, that thoroughly centered his at
tention.
'Mademoiselle, am very sorry, but
unless you live in this direction" he
said very politely, you may not go any
farther. Until we have other orders
or they attack every one is supposed
to remain in his house or his place OF
business"
This is my place of business!"
Marta answered, for she was already
opposite small, disused chapel which
was her schoolroom, where a halt
dozen of the faithful children were
gathered around the masculine impor.
tance of Jacky Werther. one of the
older boys.
Then you are Miss Galland!" said
the major, enlightened. His smile had
an appreciation of the irony of her oc.
cupation at that moment. Your chill.
dren are very loyal. They would not
tell me where they lived, so we had
to let them stay there"
"Those who have homes" she said,
identifying each one OF the faithful
with glance, have so many broth
ers. and sisters that they will hardly
be missed from the flock. Others
have no homes-at least not much of
SAO 4AC1O ACL ICllBGl lOoC again
taxes being so high in order that you
may organize murder and the destruc-
tion of property"
Now really, Miss Galland." he be-
gan solicitously, 81 have been assigned
to move the civil population in case of
attack. Your children ought"
After school! You have your duty
this morning and have mine!" Marta
interrupted pleasantly, and turned
toward the chapel.
They are putting sharpshooters in
the church tower to get the aero
planes, and there are lots of the little
guns that fire bullets so fast you can't
count em-and little spring wagons
with dynamite to blow things up
and" Jacky Werther ran on in
series of vocal explosions as Marta
opened the door to let the children
go in.
yet you camel" said Marta with q
hand caressingly on his shoulder.
1T looks pretty bad for peace, but
we came" answered Jacky, round
CyCut III lOS atty. we u CUulc
through bullets cause we said we
would If we wasn't sick, and we wasn't
sick"
my seven disciples-sevenI" ex-
claimed Marta as she counted them.
And you need not sit on the regular
seats, but around me on the platform.
1t will be more intimate"
That's grand" came in chorus.
They did not bother about chairs, but
seated themselves on the floor around
Marta's skirts.
The church clock doomed out it's de-
liberate strokes through ten, the hour
set for the lesson. and all counted
Observation-Disclosures. Marta was
thinking what a dismal little effort
theirs was and yet she was very hap
py, tremblingly happy in her distrac-
tion and excitement, that they had not
waited for her at the door of the
chapel in vain.
She announced that there would be
no talk this morning; they would only
say their oath, Repeating in concert
the pledge to the boys and girls of
other lands, the childish voices pecu-
liarly sweet and harmonious in con-
trast to the raucous and uneven
sounds of foreboding from the street,