The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1914-12-31

Marta was thinking OF the man who
was about TO die. She rushed down the
terrace steps wildly. as IL her going
and her agonzed prayer could avert
the inevitable The plane, descending,
skinned the garden walk and Uassed
out of sight. She heard thud a crack
ling Of braces. a ripping OF cloth. but
no cry
WeStcriing had started after her. ex-
claiming. This is case for first aidt''
while Mrs. Galland, taking the steps
as fast ae she could, brought up the
rear. Through the gateway in the gar
den wall could be seen the shoulders
OF young officer streak OF red
coursing down his cheek. rising from
the wreck. An inartiCulate sob OF re-
lief broke from Martas throat, for
lowed by quick gasDs OF breath. Cap
tain Arthur Lanstron was looking into
the startled eyes OF young girl that
seemed to reflect his own emotions Of
the moment after having shared those
he had In the air.
Il flew! flew clear over the range,
at any rate!" he said And I'm alive.
! managed to hold her SO she missed
the wall and made an easy bump"
He got one foot free of the wreck
and that leg was all right She shared
his elstion. Then he found that the
other was uniujured, just as she cried
in distress:
But your hand-oh, your hand!"
His left hand hung limp from tho
wrist, cut, mashed and bleeding. Its
J nerves numbed he had not as yet felt
any pain from the injury Now he re-
/ gardcd it in kind OF awakening stare
! OF realization of a deformity to come
Wool gathering again." he NUT
tered to himself GROSSLY.
Then, seeing that she had turned
white he thrust the disgusting thing
! behind his back and twinged with the
movement. The pain was arriving.
1T must be bandaged! have a
handkerchief" she begged I'm not
going to faint or anything like that"
Only bruised-and it's the left.
an glad 1t was not the right" he re-
piled. Westerling arrived and joined
Marta In offers OF assistance just as
they heard the prolonged honk OF an
automobile demanding the right OF
way at top speed in the direction OF
the pass.
| Thank you. but they're coming for
me- said Lanstron to Westerling as
he glanced up the road
Westerling was looking at the wreck.
Lanstron. who recognized him as an
officer, though in mufti, kicked bit Of
the torn cloth over some apparatus to
hide it. At this Westsrling smiled
family. Then Lanstron saluted as of.
hcer to officer might salute across the
white posts, giving his name and re-
ceying in return Westerlings
They made a contrast, these two
men, the colonel Of the Grays, swart
and sturdy, his physical vitality so evi.
dent, and the captain OF the Browns,
some seven or eight years the junior,
/ bareheaded in disheyelled fatigue
uniform, his lips tw!tchirg, his slender
body Quivering with the pain that he
could not control, while his rather
bold forehead and delicate, sensitive
features suggested man of nerve and
nerves who might have left expert
ments in laboratory for an adventure
in the air There was kind of chal,
lenge in their glances; the challenge
of an ancient feud OF their peoples;
Of the professional rivalry of polite
duellists. Lanstron's slight figure
seemed to express the weaker number
Of the three million soldiers OF the
Browns; Westerlings bulkier one. the
four million five hundred thousand OF
the Grays.
You had a narrow squeak and you
made very snappy recovery at the
last second" said Westerling. passing
a compliment across the white posts
That's in the line Of duty for you
and me, isn't it?' Lanstron replied
his voice thick with pain as he forced
a smile.
There was no pose in his fortitude
He was evidently disgusted with him
self over the whole business, and he
turned TO the group OF three officers
and civilian who alighted from a big
Brown army automobile as II he were
prepared to have them say their worst
They seemed between the impulse Of
reprimanding and embracing him
Il hope that you are not surprised at
the result" said the oldest Of the Of
fcers a man of late middle age. rather
affectionately and teasingly. He wore
single order on his breast, plain
iron cross, and the insignia OF his rank
was that OF field-marshal.
Not now. l should be again, sir"
said Lanstron, looking full at the field
marshal In the appeal OF one asking
for another chance. g! was wool-gath-
, erng. But shall not wool gather next
time. I've got reminder more urgent
| than a string tied around my finger"
Yes. that hand needs immediate at
: tention." said the doctor. He and an.
other officer began helping Lanstron
into the automobile.
'Good-by!" he called to the young
| girl. who was still watching him with
big, sympathetic eyes. Il am coming