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

ing moods were an added attraction to
! him. Her eyes would brighten and
her breath come quick as a troop OF
| Uhlans galloped by IN swirl of dust;
then the sensitive mouth would
tremble and tears well from her eyes
as a slowmoving train of wounded
crept along the road.
She fouted him, worried. wounded,
| harassed him, but repaid for 1t all In
feeting moments of kindness. and with
the logged persistence of his race Won
! Reinhold wooed her and did not de-
| spair.
Winifred it was no fault Of DR.. Fal
| ieros. Tactfully but continually he
pressed his suit. Winifred was kind
to him. She realized her debt of graft
tude fully; he had won her regard by
remaining to care for her injured
steadily he seemed to win past the
| barrier of her reserve.
! Daily she grew to trust his judg-
, ment. to depend upon him. She well
was aware Of his sentiments toward
| her. though she gave no sign, but the
state of her own heart was in doubt,
! and with the skill Of a trained fencer-
| she had had much practice of this sort
in her twenty-five years-she parted
| his more ardent advances, managing to
keep him well in hand until one night
when the cannonade, which usually
ceased at shutdown. swelled with I'M
| accustomed fury.
Won Reinhold had arrived a few min
utes before the guns began to pound,
and with Constance and Winifred he
! stood for time on a veranda outside
the music room watching the scene.
| Every hill was tipped with darling
flames. huge projectiles swept in great
arcs across the sky, the reflection of
bursting shells under the rolling clouds
| of smoke was like the distant play of
| heat-lightning on a summer night, or
the intermittent glowing of a great
forge, while the shock of mighty ex-
| plosons Jared the chateau and caused
candles to flicker and sway, though
| the nearest guns were miles away
What was the meaning Of the fir
ing?" was the question in Won Rein
holds mind. WAS it merely meant to
cover the shifting of troops, or did it
! presage a general attack?
| Soon. however. he turned away The
pyrotechnical display the battle fur
nished was nothing new. 1t was part
of the work of war in which he took
| no hand. There was small chance of
the Zeppelin being ordered out, and
| even should the unexpected happen,
| headquarters knew where he was, and
| he could reach the hangar long before
the big dirigible could be brought out
| and turned up for flight.
Besides, it was his last visit to the
| chateau, probably. HeI had been or
dered to be ready to depart the fol-
lowing morning. Tonight would be a
last opportunity to say certain things,
! so he soon found a pretext to draw
Constance away from the veranda. and
| guided her to a divan in the library
Winifred followed as far as the music
room. where she found DR.. Falieros at
| the piano.
He did not speak as she entered, but
his eyes lighted. and he waved her to
a seat, bending again over the instru-
ment The half gloom of the great
| room. lighted only by a few pickering
candles seemed an appropriate setting
| for the Greek, as he sat running his
fingers over the keys as though in
search of a chord in harmony with the
battle symphony without: then, very
softly, hardly heard above the clamor
of the guns, he began to improvise.
Winifred had heard him play bril-
liantly before, but never had he
reached such heights as he did this
night. Under his hands the instrument