Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-19
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ment.
Il can't speak too strongly" he
declared when he had regained his
composure. 'T hough everything seems
to be safe here now. It may not he IN
an hour. You must go, all of you,
This house Will be an inferno as soon
as the SD falls back. and can't DOS.
sibly get your mother to appreciate
the fact, Miss Galland."
But | said that l did appreciate II
and that the GsllsrSs have been In
infernos before-pe laps not as bad
as this one that is coming-but, then
the Gallands must keep abreast of tn,
times" replied Mrs. Galland. 'T have
asked Minra ar "a prefers tn re.
main. I am glad of that. l am glad
now that we kept her, Marta. She is
as loyal as my old maid and the butler
and the cook were to your grand.
mother in the last war. All, the Gal
lands had many servants theni"
This isn't IKE the old war. This
place will be shelled. enfiladed! And
you two-"fthe captain protested dea.
perately.
I became Galland when mar.
r1ed said Mrs Galland. and the
Galland women have always remained
with their property in time of war.
Naturally, l shall remain"
Miss Galland, it was you-your In.
fuence ! was counting on to" The
captain turned to Marta in a final ap-
peal.
Mrs. Galland was watching her
daughters face intently.
We stay!" replied Marta, and the
captain saw in the depths of her eyes,
cold blue-black, that further argu-
ment was useless.
Now came the sweep OF a rising roar
from the sky with the command to at.
tention of the rush of fast express
train past a country railway station.
Two Gray dirigibles with their escort
OF aeroplanes were bearing toward the
pass over the pass road. The auto
matte and the riflemen in the tower
banged away to no purpose, but the
central sections of the envelope of the
rear dirigible had been torn in shreds:
1t was buckling. Clouds of blue shrap-
mel smoke broke around its gondols.
A number of field-guns Joined forces
with battery of high-angle guns In a
havoc that left drifting derelict; the
remainder of the squadron had com.
pleted its loop and was pointing
toward the plain.
From a great altitude, literally out
of the blue of heaven, high over the
Gray lines, Marta made out a Brown
squadron of dirigibles and planes de-
scending across the track of the
Grays.
The Gray dirigibles, stern on, were
little larger than umbrellas and the
planes than swallows: the Brown diri-
gibles, side on, were big sausages and
their planes specks. To the eye, this
meeting was like that of two small
hooks OF soaring birds apparently un-
able to change their course. But
imagination could picture the fearful
clash Of forces, whose wounded would
md the succor Of no hospital except
impact on the earth below.
Marta put her hands over her eyes
for only second, she thought. before
she withdrew them in vexation-
hadn't she promised herself not to be
cowardly?-to see one Brown dirigibIe
and two Brown aeroplanes ascending
at sharp angle above a cloud Of
smoke to escape the high-angle guns
of the Grays.
We've got them all! No lips sur
vive to tell what the eye saw!" ex-
claimed the engineer captain, his
words bubbling with the joy of water
In the sunlight. "As 1 thought" he
continued in professional enthusiasm
and discrimination.
With high-power binoculars glued to
his eyes, he then turned to see If the
faint brown line of Dellarmes men
were going to hold or break If it
held, he might have hours in which
to complete his task; If it broke, he
had only minutes.
Marta came up the terrace path
from the chrysanthemum bed in time
to watch the shroud of shrapnel smoke
billowing over the knoll, to visualize
another scene in place of the collision
of the squadrons, and to note the cap
tain's exultation over Fracasse's re-
pulse.
How we must have punished them!"
he exclaimed to his lieutenant. How
we must have moved them down!
Lanstron certainly knew what he was
doing"
You mean that he knew how we
should NOW them DOWN." asked Marta.
Not until she spoke did he realize
that she was standing near him.
why, naturally! If we hadn't
moved them down his plan would
have failed. Moving them down was
the only way to hold them back" he
said; and seeing her horror made
haste to add: Miss Galland, now you
know what a CHASTITY business war is.
1t will be worse here than there"
"Yes," she said blankly. Her color
less cheeks, her dropping underlip con-
vinced him that now, with a little
show of masculine authority he would
gain hfa mint