The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-06

were continually busy shifting the little blocks which represented the con- tending troops, as the reports and in- telligence came drifting in to the vari- ous telegraphic bureaus in the adjacent rooms. In other smaller apartment< there were maps of a less detailed sort upon which, for example, the reports of the British admiralty and of the Slav commanders were recorded as they kept coming to hand Upon these maps, as upon cl1essboards, Marshal Dubois, in consultation with General Wizard and the Earl of Delhi. was to play the great game for world suprem- Rcy against the central European powers Very probably he had def pite idea of his game; very probably he had a coherent and admirable plan.
 But he had reckoned without a proper estimate either of the new strategy of aviation or of the pos abilities of atomic energy that Hol- sten had opened for mankind. While he planned intrenchments and inva- sions and frontier war the central European genera1ship was striking ae the eyes and the brain. And while, with a certain difident hesitation, he de ve1oped his gambit that night upon Ehe lines laid down by Napoleon and Mott ke, his own scientific corps in a state of tmutinous activity was preparing a blow for Berlin. saThese old foolsr' was tue key in which the scientific corps was thinking.
 The war control in Paris on the nlghg of July was an impressive display of the paraphernalfa of military organiza- tion as the first half of tile twentieth century understood it. Tc one human Being at least the consulting commands =. A. gods.
 She was a skilled typist capable of nearly sixty words minute, and she had been engaged in relay with other similar women to take down orders in duplicate and hand them over to the junior officers in attendance to be Goe- warded and filed. There had come sulI, and she had been sent out from the dictatfng room to take the air upon the terrace before the great hall and to eat such scanty refreshment as she had brought with her until Der seEv- ices were required again.
 From her position upon the terrace this young woman had view not only of the wide sweep of the river below her and all the eastward gide Of Paris from the Arc de Triomphe to St. Cloud great blocks and masses Of black or
 
 flashes of illumination and endiess in- ster1acing bands of dotted lights under a still and star1ess sky, but also the whole spacious interior of the great hall with its slender pillars and sTa- E cious arching and clustering lamps was visible to her. There over a will derness of tables lay the huge maps done on so large scale that one night fancy them small countries. The mes sengers and attendants went and eane perpetuaIly, altering, moving the nttle pieces that signiied hundreds and thousands of men, and the great com mander and his two consultants stood amid all these things and near where the fighting was nearest, schening, d. recting. They had but to breathe Q word and presently away there In the world of reality the punctual nnyriadE moved. Men rose up and went for ward and died. The fate of nations lay behind the eyes of these three men Indeed, they were like gods.
 Most godlike of the three was Du- bois. 1t was for him to deeides the others at most might suggest. Her woman's soul went out to this grave, handsome, tall, old man, in passion Of instructive worship.
 Once she had taken words of in struction from him direct She had awaited them in an ecstacy Of happi- ness-and fear-for her exaitaion was made terrible by the dread that some error might dishonor her.
 She watched him now through the glass with all the unpenetratng nli- nuteness of an impassioned woman's 's observation.
 He said little, she remarked. Re looked but little at the maps. The tall EngIishman beside him was manl- festly troubled by a swarm of ideas l conflicting ideas. He craned his neck 1 at every shifting of the little red blue black and yellow pieces on the boart I and wanted to draw the commander attention to this and that. Dubois lis- tened, nodded, emitted a word and be came still again, breeding like the na- tional eagle.
 His eyes were so deeply sunken un- der his white eyebrows that she could not see them and his mustache over hung the mouth from which thos- words of decision came. Viards too. ! said little. He was a dark man, with a dropping head and melancholy watchful eyes. He was more intent upon the French right, which Wai feeling its way now through Alsace tc the Rhine. He was, she knew, an old colleague of Dubois. He knew hin l better, she decided. He trusted hin more than this unfamiliar English man
 1 (To Be Continued.) T
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