The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-10-30

they were too weary and too far
thrown out of the adjustments Of any
natural habits Of thought and feeling
to realize the horror of eating their
dinners in the company Of the dead.
Now they we're to go through another
hell, but many of them in their ex-
haustion were chiefly concerned as to
whether or not they should get any
sleep that night.
! The satire Of war makes the Wallets
son hero; the chance of war kills
the manufacturers son and let's the
day-laborer's son live; the sport Of
war gives the latent forces of Stran-
sky full play; the glory of war brings
Dellarme quick promotion; the CLAM
our and the spectacular folly of war
turn the bolts of the lightnings which
man has mastered against man. Per-
haps the savage who learned that he
could start flame by rubbing two dry
sticks together may have set fire to
the virgin forest and wild grass in
order to destroy an enemy-and natu-
rally with disastrous results to him-
self If he mistook the direction of the
wind.
Marta Gallands thoughts at dusk
when she returned up the steps to the
house we're of the wreckage the hot
whirlwind Of war left. She was see
ing fathers staring and mothers Weep
ing. Her experience with the wound
ed drawing deep on the wells Of SYM
pathy, heightened her loathing of war
and of all who planned and ordered 1t
and led its legions. She had been en-
gagged since dark in completing the
work of moving valuable articles from
the front to the rear rooms of the
house, which had been begun early in
the day by Minna and the coachman.
She was at the door Of her mothers
room, which was like an antique shop.
Old plates lay on top of old tables,
with vases on the floor under the
tables. Surrounded by her treasures,
Mrs. Galland awaited the attack; not
as a soldier awaits 1t, but as that ven
cradle Roman senator of the story
faced the barbarous Gauls-neither
disputing the power of their spears
nor yielding the self-respect of his own
mind and soul. She had lain down in
her wrapper for the night, and the
light from a single candle-she still
favored candles-revealed her features
calm and philosophical among the pill
lows. Yet the magic of war, reaching
deep into hidden emotions, had her
also under its spell. Her voice was at
once more tender and vital.
Marta, l see that you are all on
wires!"
Eyes; jangling wires, every one,
jangling every second out Of tune"
Marta acquiesced.
Marta, my father"-her father had
been a premier of the Browns-"al-
ways said that you may enjoy the lux
ury of fusslng over little things, for
they don't count much one way or an
other; but about big things you must
never fuss or you will mot be worthy
; of big things. Marta, you cannot stoI
a railroad train with your hands. This
is not the first war on earth and we
, are not the first women who evel
| thought that war was wrong. Eacf
: of us has his work to do and you will
have yours 1t does no good to tire
yourself out and fly to pieces, even /
you do know so much and have beef
around the world"
She smiled as a woman of sixty
who has a secret heart break that sh'
had never given her husband a son
may smile at daughter who is boil
son and daughter to her, and he
plump hand, all curves like her plum
, face and her plump body, spread opel
in appeal.
Marta, who, in the breeding of he
generation, felt sentiment as more o
less of lure from logic, dropped be
side the bed in a sudden burst Of ser
timent and gathered the plump han
in hers and kissed 1t.
Mother, you are wonderful" sh
said. Mother, you are great"
After a time, her ear becoming a.
customed to the firing as a city dive
ler's to the distant roar of city ira
fc, Mrs. Galland slept. But Mart
could not follow her advice. If, tral
silently at least, she had found som
thing of the peace Of the confessions
the vigor of youth was in her arteries
and youth cannot help remainiI
awake under some conditions. ST
tiptoed across the hall into her oV
room and seated herself by the wi
81 dow. The symbol of what the e.
T had heard the eye saw-war, workil
= in tones of the landscape by day wi
smokeless powder; war, revealed
it's tongues of fame at night. Ug
bursts of fire from the higher hi
"a spread to the heavens like an auro
borealis and broke their messenge
:. in sheets of fame over the lower hi