The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1914-11-26

hibitioa. not of tAs aaa h ths ma
chine.
Marta was thinkiAg Of tAs nan Who
(, vas about to die. She rushed Aovn the
terrace steps wildly. - u hae eoins
and her asoaise1 prayer could avert
the inevitable. The DasAs. descending.
skinned ths garden vail anA passed
out Of sight. She heard . thsA. crack.
ling Of braces. . ripping Of cloth, but
no esy.
Westerling had started after her, ex-
claiming. This 10 . case Tor Arst add"
while Mrs. Galland. taking The steps
~ fast - she could. brought up the
rear. Through the gateway In he gar
den wall could be seen the sAoulders
OF . young o@cer. . streak OF red
coursins down his cheek. risiag from
the wreck. An inartieslats sob Of re-
lief broke from Aarta's throat, fol.
lowed By quick gasps Of breath. Cap
tain Arthur Lanstroa was looking into
the startled eyes oe young girl that
seemed to reflect his own emotions OF
the moment after having shared those
he had In the air.
Il 6ew! dew clear over the range,
1t any rats!" he said. And In alive.
I managed to hold her 70 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 slation. Then he found that the
other was uninjursd. Just - shs cried
In distress:
But your hand-oh. your hand!"
His left hand hung limp from the
wrist. cut. mashed and bleeding. Its
nerves numbed. he had not o. yet felt
any pain from the injury. Now he re-
garded It In kiAd Of avaksning stare
Of realisation Of dsformity to come.
"Woolgathering again!" be NUT
tered to himself crossly.
Then. seeing that she had turned
white. he thrust the disgustins thing
behind his back and twingsd with the
movement The pain was arriving.
1T must BE- bandased! I have .
handkerchief" she begged. "Im not
going to faint or anything like that!"
Only bruissd-and its the left.
am glad II was not the right" he re-
piled. Westerling arrived and Joined
Marta In oRsrs Of assistance Just as
they heard the prolonged honk Of an
automobile demanding the right Of
way at top spsed In the direction Of
the pass.
Thank yos. bat they're coming for
me-" said Lanstrou to Wsstsrling -
he glanced up the road.
Wssterling was looking 1t the wreck.
Lanstron. who recognized him - an
ofncer, though in mutt. kicked bit Of
the torn cloth over some apparatus to
hide 1t. At this westerling smiled
4 family. Then Lanstron saluted a. of.
ficer to ofhcer might salute across the
white posts. giving his name and re-
ceiving in return Weaterlings.
They made contrast. these two
men. the colonel Of the Grays. swart
and sturdy, his physical vitality 10 evi-
dent. and the captain Of the Browns.
some seven or eight years the Junior.
bareheaded, in dishevelled fatigue
uniform. his lips twitching. his slender
body quivering with the pain that he
could not control. while his rather
bold forehead and delicate, sensitive
.eatures suggested man of nerve and
nerves who might have left expert.
nents in laboratory for an adventure
in the air. There was q kind of. chal.
.enge 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: Westerling's bulkier one, the
tour million five hundred thousand Of
he Grays.
You had q 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
smile.
There was no pose In his fortitude
He was evidently disgusted with him
self over the whole business. and ht
turned to the group of three officer,
and 4 civilian who alishted from biz
Brown army automobile as II he wert
prepared to have them say their worst
They seemed between the impulse o.
reprimanding and embracing him.
Il hope that you are not surprised a
the result" said the Oldest of the of
fcers, man of late middle age, rathel
affectionately and teasingly. He wor,
, single order on his breast, \ plail
iron cross. and the insignia Of his ranl
was that of q deld-marshal.
Not now. l should be again, cir,
, said Lanstron. looking full at the field
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