Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-10-27

called you little daughter!" she said
softly to the child as she withdrew into
the tower.
Marta remained in the chair by the
doorway of the tower weak and list
less. Now her lashes were closed !;
again they opened slightly as her gaze
roved the semicircle of the horizon. A
mounted officer and his orderly gallop-
ing across the fields to the pass road
caught her desultory attention and
held 1t, for they formed the most i'm.
petuous object on the landscape. When
the officer alighted at the foot OF the
garden and tossed his reins to the or.
derly. she detected something familiar
about him. He leaped the garden wall
at bound and, half running, came to.
ward the tower. Not until he lifted his
cap and waved 1t did she associate this
1.-THE, dapper artillerist with stopped
old gardener in blue blouse and torn
straw hat who had once shufied among
the flowers at her service.
Hello! Hello!" he shouted in
clarion greeting at sight of her. Hello,
my successor!"
Only in the whiteness of his hair
was he like the old Feller. ffis tone,
the boyish sparkle of his black eyes,
those full, expressive lips playing
over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace,
his quick and telling gestures-they
were Of the Feller of cadet days.
"Wonderful-wounded! Wonderful!
Was there ever such a woman" he
cried. Destiny has played with u.s.
1t sent spy to your garden. 1t put
you in my place. A strange service,
ours-yes, destiny is in it,"
Yes" she breathed painfully, his
suggestion striking deep.
We are going on. l and my guns,
on to the best yet on in the pursuit!
Nothing can stop US! We shall hit the
Grays so fast an6 hard that they can
never get their machine in order again.
God bless you! Everything that is fine
in me will always think finely of you!
You and Lanny-two fixed stars for
mel"
Truly" She was radiant. Truly ?"
she asked wistfully.
Yes. yes-a yes as real as the
guns!"
Then 1t helps! Oh, how 1t helps!"
she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Good-by! God bless you!" he cried
as he started to go, adding over his
shoulder merrily: "I'll send you a pic
ture postcard from the Grays' capital
Of my guns parked in the palace
square"
She watched him leap the garden
wall as lightly as he had come and
gallop away, an impersonation of the
gay, adventurous spirit of war, count
ing death and wounds and hardship as
the delights Of the gamble. Yes, he
would follow the Grays, throwing
shells in the irresponsible joy of toss
ing confetti In a carnival Pursuit,
Was Feller's the sentiment of the
army? Were the Browns not to stop
at the frontier? Were they to change
their song to, Now we have ours we
shall take some Of theirs?" The
thought was fresh fuel to the live Goals
that still remained under the ashes.
A brigade commander and some Of
his staff-officers near by formed a
group with faces intent around an op-
orator who was attaching his instru-
ment to field-wire that had just been
reeled over the hedge. Marta moved
toward them, but paused on hearing an
outburst of jubilant exclamations:
"A hundred thousand prisoners!-
And five hundred guns"
Were coming in on their frontier
all along the line!"
IT'S Incredible"
But the word is official-it's right"
From mouth to mouth-a hundred
thousand prisoners. five hundred guns
the news was passed in the garden.
Eyes dull with fatigue began flashing
as the soldiers broke into a cheer that
was not led, cheer unlike any Marta
had heard before. 1t had the high
notes of men who were weary, of a ter.
ribie exultation. of spirit stronger than
tired legs and as yet unsatisfed. Other
exclamations from both officers and
men expressed hunger whetted by
the taste of one days victory.
We'll go on"
We'll make peace in their capital!"
and with an indemnity that will
stagger the world"
Nothing is impossible with Ian
strol. How he has worked it out
baited them to their own destruction!"
frontier of our own choosing!"
"On the next range. We will keep
all that stretch of plain there!"
And the river tool"
They shall pay-pay for attacking
us!"
Pay, pay for the drudgery, the sleep
less nights, the dead and the wounded
for our dead and wounded! No mat
te7 about theirs! The officers were too
irtent in their elation to observe a
young woman. standing quite still, her
| ps a thin line and deep blaze in
'Ier eyes as she looked this way and
hat at the field of faces, seeking some
dissentient, some partisan of the right.
She was seeing the truth now; the
cold truth, the old truth to which she
had been untrue when she took Eel
ler's place. There could be no choice
OF sides In war unless you believed in
war One who fouobt for nooa-. ,..,,zA