The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1914-02-04
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that message. Kelly?"
Mr.. Scarlet, you are we'll born
and-you are here in the circus with
the rest Of us. You know what w
are-you know that two or three OF
US have seen better days
that something has gone wrong with
us to bring us here but We
never speak of It and never
ask questions but I should
like to tell you about myself
You are a gentleman. you know
and I was not born to any
thing In particular I was q
clerk in the consul's Office In Paris
when Monsieur Tissandier took q
fancy to me. and entered bis bal
loon ateliers to learn to assist him."
He hesitated. ! tied my necktie
very carefully before u bit Of broken
mirror.
Then the government began to
make much Of us you re-
member? weStarted experiments
10 1Sr ,s sss ss%y va. ;s. ,nsen.s;
not much talk about secrecy then
- and my salary was large, and
! was received at tho Tuileries. My
head was turned; life was
easy. brilliant. made an invention
"A little electric screw which steered
q balloon sometimes . o"
He laughed, a mirthless laugh, and
looked at me. All the color had gone
from his face.
There was a woman turned
partly toward him.
I'VE met first at the British EN-.
bassy then elsewhere
everywhere We skated to-
gether at the club in the Bots at that
celebrated fete . . you know
tho Emperor was there
II know" I said.
He looked at me dreamily, passed
his hand over his face and went on.
Somehow we always talked about
military balloons. And that evening
she was 30 interested in my
work brought some little
sketches had made
II understand" said.
lie looked at me miserably. "She
was to return tho sketches to me at
Calman's-the fashionable book store
next day I never thought
that the next day was TO be Sunday
The book stores Of Paris are
not open on Sunday--but the War
once is."
began to put on my coat.
And the sketches were asked fort"
I suggested. And you naturally told
her what had become OF them?"
II refused to name her"
"Of course: men Of our sort can't
do that"
know It,"
"Oh. yes. you are. my friend-and
tho same kind OF fool too. There's
only one kind Of man in this world"
He looked at me listlessly.
so they sent you to . fortressf"
I asked.
years I was only twenty. Scar:
Joined Byram in Antwerp and risksd
The tour through France.
After q moments thought I said:
I'm your opinion. what nation profit-
cd by your sketches-ltaly? Spain?
Prussia7 Bavaria? England7
Perhaps Russian"
DO you mean that this woman wy
, foreign spy?"
Perhaps. Perhaps she was only
careless. or capricious or In
constant You never saw
ner again."
~ was under arrest on Sunday.
10 not know I like to be-
ieve that she went to the book store
u, IN Monday; Monday ,,,'..s. that she h made
lever knew. Scarlet . never
xnew."
I'VE will never speak Of her again."
| said unless you desire II.
You have had terrible lesson in eau
ton; I need say no moro. Only re-
that have trusted you with
\ secret concerning Buckhursts con-
,piracy."
The town had filled within a day
,r two: the Paradise coiffe was not
The only coiffe to be seen in tho
square.
Governor" I called out to Byram,
'the town IL filling fast. It's like a
Pardon In Morbihan; veil pack tho
DID tent to the Niger heaven!'
ITS a fact" he said, pushing his
glasses Up over his forehead and fam
,inE his face with his silk hat. "we're
yoing to open to q lot Of money. Mr..
3carlett, and - I amt goin' to
'oreit them that stood BY mo.
,cither."
A few moments later drums began
% roll from the square. Speed, pass
ng, called out to mo that the con.
lcripts were leaving for I.orient: 80
walked down to tho bridge. where
he crowd had gathered and where
tail gendarme STOOD, MS plue-and-
White uniform distinct in the early
vening light. The Mayor was there.
90, dressed in his best, waddling ex-
itedly about, and buttonholing at
q young lieutenant of in
antry. who appeared TO be extremely
,ored.
Husbands, sons, lovers. looked ST.
entity at the women with them. The
non uttered no protest, no reproach;
he women wept very quietly. In
heir hearts that strange mysticism
Z the race predominated--the hope ,
ass acceptance OF destiny which has.
or centuries. left its imprint In the /,
ad eyes Of the Breton. Generations
u martyrdom leave cowed and
fatigued race which breeds
totes.
Like great white blossoms. the spot ,
PISS head dresses OF the IpsAds Of Par
disc swayed and bowed above the
rowd.
A little old woman stood beside a ,
ailor. saying to anybody who would
sten to her: MY son--they are TAX.
ng my son. Why should they take
ny son?'
Another said: "They are taking
nine, too. but he cannot fight on land.
Ie knows the sea; he 10 not afraid at ,
ca Can nobody hclD us? He cam :