Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-04

| hs aAeoE maIl la return nome Tor Q
flight to La Tir.
He knew the pattern weaving under
his feet as one knows that of his own
garden from an overlooking window.
Every detail of the staff map, ravines,
roads, buildings, battery positions, was
stitched together in the flowing reality
of actual vision. No white posts were
necessary to tell him where the
boundary between the two nations lay.
| The line was drawn in his brain.
| Now that Lanstron was the organ
izer OF the aviation corps his own
flights were rare. Mostly they were
made to La T1r. His visits to Marta
lwere bis holidays. All the time that
she was absent on her journey around
the world they had corresponded. Her
letters, 30 revealing of herself and her
peculiar angles of observation, formed
bundle sacredly preserved. Her
mothers joking reference about her
girltsh resolution not to marry a SOL
der often recurred to him. There, he
sometimes thought, was the real OBJ
stacle to his great desire.
When he altghted from the plane ho
thrust. his left hand into his blouse
pocket. He always carried 1t there.
as IL 1t were literally sewn in place.
In moments of emotion the SCARED
nerves would twitch as the telltale Of
his sensitiveness; and this was some
thing he would conceal from others no
m q h. a.
self. He found the Galland veranda
deserted. In response to his ring a
maid came to the open door. Her
face was sad. with beauty that had
prematurely faded. But it lighted
pleasurably in recognition. Her hair
was thick and tawny, lying low over
the brow; her eyes were a softly
luminous brown and her full lips sensi-
tive and yielding. Lanstron, an inti-
mate of the Galland household, knew
her story well and the part that Marta
had played in it
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 will take
good care of her, my dear. That's
what such institutions are for. It il
quite scandalous for her and for us
never happened in our family beforel"
Marta arched her eyebrows.
I'VE don't know!" she exclaimed
softly.
How can you think such q thing,
let alone saying it-you, q Gallandi"
her mother gasped In indignation.
THAT is, If we go far back" said
Marta. "At all events, We have no
precedent, SO let's establish one by
keeping her,"
but for her own sake! She will
have to live with her shameI" Mrs.
Galland objected. Let her begin
afresh in the city. We shall give her
q good recommendation, for she is
really an excellent servant. Yes, she
will readily find place among
strangers"
Still, she doesn't want to go, and 1t
would be cruel to send her away"
Cruel! Why, Marta, do you think
would be cruel? Oh, very well, then
we will let her stay!"
Both are away at church. Mrs. Gal
land ought to be here any minute, but
Miss Galland will be later because of
her children's class" said Minna. will
you wait on the veranda?"
He was saying that he would stroll
in the garden when childish footsteps
were heard In the hall, and after a
curly head had nestled against the
mothers skirts its owner, reminded of
the Importance of manners in the
world where the stork had left her,
made a curtesy. Lanstron shook a
small hand which must have lately |
been on intimate terms with sugar or
jam.
How do you do, flying soldier manf"
chirruped Clarissa Eileen. 1t was evil |
dent that she held Lanstron In high |
favor.
Let me hear you say your name" |
said Lanstron.
Clar1ssa Eileen was triumphant. She |
had been waiting for days with the
AS' 'ohH@Aoh NhCh ho Snuulu u1dkb tudt |
old request. Now she enunciated 1t |,
with every vowel and consonant cor
rectly and primly uttered; indeed, she
repeated 1t four or five times In proof
OF complete mastery.
"A pretty name. I've often wondered
how you came to give 1t to her." said
Lanstron to Minna.
You do like It'll" exclaimed Minna
with gtrlish eagerness. 81 gave her
the m be;s tiful name / could think !
or because"-she laid her hand caress.
ingly on the child's head and a ma. |
donna-like radiance stole into her face
because she might at least have o
beautiful name when"-the dull blaze .
OF q recollection now burning In her |
eyes-"when there wasn't much pros /
pect of many beautiful things coming
into her life; though know, of course,
that the world thinks she ought to be
called Maggie"
Procee, ing leisurely along the main
path OF the first terrace, Lanstron fol.
lowed it past the rear of the house to
the old tower. Long ago the moat that !
surrounded the castle had been filed
In. The green of rows of grape vines