Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-10-23


revolted on the march. ! say It to voc
with this"--he touched the erosion
my breast And I'm not going to give
you up. It's . big world. There's
room in 1t for q place for you after the
war is over and I'm going to make tho
place. Good-by till I'm Blackjack to
stay! Good-by. little daughter" he
added with wave Of his hand to Clar-
issa as he turned to 90. Maybe we
shall have our own automobile some
day. It's no stranger than what's been
happening to mo since the war began"
"If you don't marry him, Minna. I'll
PHI" Mrs. Galland could not find
words for the fearful thing that she
would do.
Marry him! have only met him
three times for about three minutes
each time!" protested Minna. She
was as rosy as girl and in her confu.
sion she busted herself relying the rib.
bon on Clarissa Eileen's hair. He
called you little daughter!" she said
softly to the child as she withdrew into
the tower.
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 it, 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.
Derby, she detected something familiar
about him. He leaped the garden wall
at bound and, half running, came 10
ward the tower. Not until he lifted his
cap and waved it did she associate this
1.-THE. dapper artillerist with stopped
old gardener in blue blouse and torn
straw hat who had once shuffled 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. his tone
the boyish sparkle Of his black eyes
those full, expressive lips playint
over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace
his quisN and telling gestures-the!
were of the Faller of cadet days.
Wonderful-wounded! Wonderful!
Was there ever such woman?" he
cried. Destiny has played with us
1t sent a 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.
I'VE are going on, l and my guns
on to the best yet in the pursuit!
Nothing can stop us! We shall hit the
Grays so fast and 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 fol
mel"
TRULY" She was radiant. Truly? p
she asked wistfully.
Eyes, yes-a yes as real as the
guns!"
Then 1t helps! Oh. how it helps!'
she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Good-by! God bless you!" he criet
as he started to go, adding over hi
shoulder merrily: 'Ill send you pic
ture postcard from the Grays' capita
of my guns parked in the palace
square"
She watched him leap the garden
wall as lightly as he had come ant
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 stoI
at the frontier? Were they to change
their song to, Now we have ours we
shall take some Of theirs?" Thu
thought was fresh fuel to the live coal:
that still remained under the ashes.
A brigade commander and some o.
his staff-officers near by formed s
group with faces intent around an OPP
orator who was attaching his instru
ment to field-wire that had Just beer
reeled over the hedge. Marta movet
toward them, but paused on hearing al
outburst of jubilant ordinations:
"a hundred thousand prisoners!"
"And five hundred guns!"
"Were coming In on their frontier
all along the Incl"
Its incredible!"
"But the word is official-it's right
From mouth to mouth-a hundred
thousand prisoners, five hundred gun:
the news was passed in the garden
Eyes dull with fatigue began flashing
as the soldiers broke into a cheer tina,
was not led, a cheer unlike any Marti
had heard before. 1t had the higt
notes Of men who were weary. of ter
rible exultation, of spirit stronger thar
tired legs and as yet unsatistied. Other
ordinations from both officers ant
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 vii!
stagger the world!"