The Odanah star. [volume] (Odanah, Ashland Co., Wis.) 1912-1916, 1914-01-23

Oh mean the government Icci
treason?" demanded the doctor, grow
| ing red.
eyes," said, "if you insist"
The Countess had turned to me in
amaZement.
Treason she repeated. In an IN
steady voice. rs it treason for a
small community to live quietly here
| in the Alsatian hills, harming nobody,
asking nothing save freedom of
thought? Treason! Monsieur, the
! word has an ugly ring to me. ! am
soldiers daughter!"
! There was something touchingly
| illogical in the last words-this young
apostle of peace naively displaying her
credentials as though the mere word
soldier" covered everything.
Because / have learned that the
| boundaries of nations are not the
frontiers of human hearts, am / a
| traitor? Because / know no country
but the world, no speech but the uni
versal speech that one reads in a
brothers eyes, because know no bar
riers, no boundaries, no limits to hui
man brotherhood, am traitor?"
The young Countess had risen in
her earnestness and had laid one slen-
| der, sun-tanned hand upon the table.
War;" she said. what Is this
war to us? The Emperor? What is
he to us? We who have set watch
on the worlds outer ramparts, guard
| ing the white banner of universal
brotherhood! What is this war to
us!'
"Do you mean to say that you care
nothing for your own birthland?"
| demanded, sharply.
II love the world-all Of it--every
| inch-and if France is part of the
world, so is this Prussia that we are
teaching our poor peasants to hate"
Madame" said /, "the women Of
France today think differently. Our
Creator did not make love of country
a trite virtue, but passion, and set
it in our bodies along with our other
passions. If In you it is absent, that
concerns pathology, not the police!"
She had turned trife pale; now
she sank back into her chair, looking
at me with those troubled gray eyes
in which Heaven itself had set truth
and loyalty.
Come" said Bazard. in a rage
choked voice, 'let it end here, Mon
sieur Scarlet. II the government
sends you here as spy and an off,
cial, pray remember that you are not
also sent as missionary"
My ears began to burn, "That is
true" I said. looking at the Countess.
whose face had become expressionless.
Il ask your pardon for what have
said and for what am about
to do"
There was silence. Then, in low
voice, I placed them under formal ar
rest, one by one, touching each lightly
on the shoulder as prescribed by the
code. And when | came to the Count
ess, she rose, without embarrassment.
moved my lips and stretched out
my arm, barely touching her. She
was my prisoner.
Il must ask you to prepare for a
Journey" said. you have your
own HORSES, Ol course!
Without answering, DR.. belmont
walked away towards the stables; Pro-
lessor Tavernier followed him, head
bent.
1--WE shall want very little" said the
Countess, calmly, to Mademoiselle FL
ven. ''Will you pack up what we
need? And you, Monsieur Bazard, will
you be good enough to go to Trois-
Feuilles and hire old Brauer's car
riage?"
Madame" said I, before l aff1x
the government seals to the doors of
your house I must ask you to conduct
me to the roof of the east wing"
She bent her head in acquiescence;
followed her up the terrace into a
stone hall where the dark Flemish
pictures stared back at me and my
spurred heels jingled in the silence.
Up. up. and still up. winding around
a Gothic spiral, then through pas
sage under the battlemei3ts and out
across the states, with wind and set
ting sun in my face and the signing
tree-tops far below.
III tH0 HOTtn spark CT Wnlto nre
began to flicker on the crest of Mount
Tonnerre. 1t was the mirror of d
heliograph flashing out across leagues
Of gray-green hills to the rocky pulpit
of the Pigeonnier.
Instantly l drew flag from my
pouch, tied it to the point OF my sabre,
and stepped out along the projecting
snout Of gargoyle.
had been Tagging the Pigeonnier
vigorously for ten minutes without re-
suit, when suddenly dark dot ap-
peared on the tower beneath the SEM
aphore, then another. My glasses
brought out two officers, one with
flag; and, still watching them through
the binoculars, signaled slowly, using
my free hand: This is La Trappe.
Telegraph to Morsbronn that the in
spector of Imperial Police requires
peloton of mounted gendarmes at
once.
1t may have been half minute be-
fore saw two officers advance to