The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1914-11-20

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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 Galland's thoughts at dusk
when she returned up the steps to the
house were 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 it's 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 soldier awaits 1t, but as that ven
erable 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 single candle-she still
: favored candles-revealed her features
. calm and philosophical among the pill
4 lows. Yet the magic Of war, reaching
4 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!"
u eyes; jangling wires, every one,
g jangling every second out of tune,'
: Marta acquiesced.
Marta, my father''-her father had
: been a premier Of the Browns-"al
V ways said that you may enjoy the lux
ury Of fussing over little things, fol
IL they don't count much one way or an
y other; but about big things you mus
Id never fuss or you will not be worth,
of big things. Marta. you cannot stoI
railroad train with your hands. Thi
Is not the first war on earth and w
are not the first women who eve
thought that war was wrong. Eacl
of us has his work to do and you will
have yours. 1t does no good to tir
yourself out and fly to pieces, even,
'ir you do know so much and have bee
III around the world" .
er She smiled as woman ( sixty
~. who has a secret heart-break that sh
lN had never given her husband sor
Ilh may smile at daughter who Is bot
IE son and daughter to her, and he
IlK plump hand, all curves like her plum
IRN face and her plump body, spread ope
lNN in appeal.
" Marta, who, in the breeding Of he
y generation, felt sentiment as more
\ less Of lure from logic, dropped b
y side the bed in sudden burst Of SCI
A timent and gathered the plump har
x in hers and kissed 1t.
M Mother, you are wonderful" 81
IWl said Mother, you are great!"
" After a time, her ear becoming q
- customed to the firing as a city dw'
n ler's to the distant roar Of city trt
: flc, Mrs. Galland slept. But Mar
N could not follow her advice. II, ira
M silently at least, she had found SON
VI thing Of the peace Of the confession'
N the vigor of youth was in her arterie
II and youth cannot help remainil
II awake under some conditions. s.
tiptoed across the hall into her oy
room and seated herself by the W
Il dow. The symbol Of what the G
u had heard the eye saw-war, work.
81 In tones Of the landscape by day wi
81 smokeless powder; war. revealed
"a its tongues of fame at night. u
]ES bursts Of fire from the higher hi
w spread to the heavens like an aurt
"a borealis and broke their messeng'
SSfs in sheets of fame over the lower b
the batteries Of the Browns spl
awe king death about the heads Of
gunners Of the Grays emplacing tn
batteries. Staccato flashes from
rue single point counted so many bull
from an automatic, which directed
lace the beams Of the search-lights, for
ling. their targets in sections Of advanc
men infantry. E.,l crests, set of "
B-31 flashes running back and forth,
row marked infantry lines of the BroN
bat assisting the automatics.
your There were lulls between
de- crashes Of the small arms and
ouse heavy, throaty speech Of the gu
not lulls that seemed to say that b
sue sides had paused for a breath
spell; lulls that allowed the battle
say" the distance to be heard in its pc
4 he sive undertone. In one OF them, W
'oper even the undertone had ceased fc
few seconds, Marta caught family
yiven groans Of wounded man-one OF
o lip crew Of a Gray dirigible burned
pers. an explosion and brought in his ae
ough softly to earth by billowing piec
and envelope which acted as q parach
: had Fighting proceeded In La Til
their stages Of ferocity and blank sile
the The upper part Of the town, W
lsper- the Browns etill held, was in d