Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-07-31

ran the gamut of emotions aroused by
warts sorrows and glories. its griefs
and joys.
It echoed the tread Of marching mil
lions, the Tilt and swing Of martial
airs. the rumble of loaded caissons;
softened to tell Of the heartbreak of
partings; pealed the exaltation Of cour-
age; throbbed the dull ache of the sor-
row of those left behind; painted the
joys of the homecomings.
And through 1t all the girl felt the
Greek speaking to her. telling her the
greatness of his passion. The theme
fred, half afraid, felt herself swept
away by the very Intensity OF the emo
ton he expressed.
Steadily the pulse of the music grew
stronger. 1t became the marching
song of soldiers. swelled to the battle
hymn of a conquering race, quickened
to the fiery thrill Of the charge Of
masses. achieved a triumphant paean
of victory-and the thunder OF can
non seemed to take up and continue
the refrain.
Abruptly Falieros arose and turned
toward the girl. and the light in his
eyes was one no woman ever misun-
derstqod. She, too. arose and stood
instant as he advanced toward her
she knew what her answer would be.
But there was a. hint Of panic in her
face as he took her. arm and drew
her toward the veranda.
The Greek was still under the spell
of his own conjuring as he swept a
hand toward the south. Look he
half commanded. Look beyond the
beyond the welter of the trenches and
the blood-soaked fields!
Down there Is a kindly land where
men are brave and women are fair,
where hearts are warm and pulses
beat quickly. Down there Is villa
where the mountains slope down to
the sea-a place Of soft shadows and
love and light and warmth. There is
where I would have you go with me.
"Mademoiselle"-his voice vibrated-
you are. the most beautiful woman /
ever have"
She checked him with gesture.
Don't" she said. please don't. I'd
rather you wouldn't"
But he was not easily to be put
aside With eyes that burned and
lips that pleaded he told her q his
love. She could only stand and listen,
but in the end she shook her head.
Quietly she answered him, and her
sincerity, but she told him mo-"
Her answer brought different light
tightened. Don't She She cried Sharply.
Don't! you hurt mer'
Passion and rage overmastered him
passion stirred by her loneliness.
rage because of her refusals-and he
gripped her fiercely.
Listen to the guns" he cried. Down
there the English and the French
and gold That is how men-strong
men-take what they want-by force
like this
His arms went around her. crushing
| away. fighting with all the strength
of her vigorous young body. His face
approached hers as she strove to turn
her lips away, struggling like a wild
thing in trap. Then came the sharp
| impact Of a blow-and she was free.
-
Winifred staggered and would have
| fallen but an arm went around her
waist. and she stood looking with a
strange calmness at Falieros. who was
scrambling to his feet, a hand to his
face.
! A slim man in Khaki, with pair
Of goggles fastened to the front of
his fiat cap, stood over the Greek, re-
! volver in hand. Winifred suddenly
became aware of the arm which sup
ported her and Strengthened. Instant
ly she was released. then she turned
to face-Kent Burgess!
Bewilderment, something of wonder.
| was in Winifred's eyes as she looked
at him; Kent's expressed surprise and
delight.
| An exclamation from Falieros turned
| her attention toward the Greek. A
| little thread of red was running down
his brow. Winifreds eyes widened
| and she glanced at the butt of the
| pistol in kent's belt.
''You-you hit him."
| Kent nodded. HE seemed to be an
no o:yr, YOU he explained
| Everything, suppose" was the re-
ply; military exigency is the only
| excuse we can offer We did not
mean to be eavesdroppers, but we
couldn't get away without being dis
| covered, so we had to hide, then
He left the sentence incomplete, but
the girl understood. 81 thank you" she
| said simply, but as she spoke her
| thoughts were busy. These men were
English. What business had they inside
the German lines? Suddenly the an
| swer flashed across her mind and she
paled. They were spies, and she shud-
dered as she recalled the fate of a spy
who is caught.
Il
Realization of their danger came.
| They must be warned of the presence
of the Germans. She laid finger to
her lips and motioned toward the door.
In there" she whispered, Lieut.. Won
Reinhold, and in front Of the chateau
a man in a car
Kent grinned. You'll find one Of
| them trussed up in a corner of your
garden" he said. I'VE needed his gaso-
line"
,, Then you are" the girl began,
but he read her thought and checked
the words on her lips.
Don't say it out loud" he begged.
"'Spy' is a very ugly word, associated
with stone walls and firing squads, at
dawn and hemp loops. No, we are mere
scouts-you observe we are In uniform
and we are here because circum-
stances rendered necessary a brief stop
inside the enemy's lines"
She looked puzzled and Kent explain
ed. I'VE were flying over the German
position when a bullet punched hole
through our gasoline tank. forcing us
to descend for repairs and a new sup
ply. The only gasoline in sight was in
the tank of the automobile outside, and
we decided to commander 1t.
"It was necessary to tie up the chauf-
feur, who now is nicely tucked away