The Monticellonian. [volume] (Monticello, Ark.) 1870-1920, 1915-04-15

like roar OF cheers greeted the white
speck of an eminent statesman's head.
All the ideas that had been fomenting
in the minds of people for genera
ton became a living force of action to
break through the precedents born
of provincial passion with a new pre-
cedent; for the power of public opin-
ion can be as swift in its revolutions
as decisive victories at arms. The
world at large. after rubbing its fore
head and readjusting its eyeglasses
and clearing its throat, exclaimed:
why not Isn't that what We have
all been thinking and desiring? Only
nobody knew how or where to be-
gin"
The premier of the Browns found
himself talking over the long distance
70 the premier of the Grays in as
neighborly a fashion as If they had
adjoining estates and were arranging
matter of community interest.
you have been so fine in waving
an indemnity" said the premier of the
Grays, that Turcas suggests we pay
for all the damage done to property
on your side by our invasion. I'm
sure our people will rise to the sug-
gestion. Their mood has overwhelmed
| every preconceived notion of mine. In
place of the old suspicion that
Brown could do nothing except with
a selfish motive is the desire to be as
fair as the Browns. And the practi-
cal way the people look at it makes
me think that it will be enduring.
81 think so, for the same reason,
responded the premier of the Browns.
"They say it is good business. 1t means
prosperity and progress for both
countries"
After all, soldier comes out the
hero of the great peace movement"
concluded the premier of the Grays.
"A soldier took the tricks with our
own cards. Old Partow was the great
est statesman of us ALL
mo doubt of that" agreed the
premier of the Browns. Its senti-
ment to which every premier of ours
who ever tried to down him would
have readily subscribed"
The everyday statesman smiles
when he sees the people smile and
grows angry when they grow angry.
Now and then appears an inscrutable
genius who finds out what is brewing
in their brains and brings it to head
He is the epoch maker. Such an one
was that little Corsican, who gave
OF 10 CT
til he became overfed and mistook his
ambition for a continuation of his
youthful prescience.
Marta had yet to bear the shock OF
Westerling's death. After learning the
manner of 1t she went to her room
where she spent a haunted, sleepless
night The morning found her still
! tortured by her INSTALLATION of the
picture of him, irresolute as the mob
pressed around the Gray headquar-
! ters.
1t is as if | had murdered HIM"
she said Il let him make love to me
i let my hand remain in his once
but that was all Lanny. II couldn't
have borne any more. Yet that was
enough-enough."
But we know now, Marta" Ian
stron pleaded, that the premier of
the Grays held Westerling to a COM
pact that he should not return alive
| if he lost. He could not have won,
even though you had not helped us
! against him. He would only have los.
more lives and brought still greater
Indignation on his head. His fate was
| inevitable-and he was soldier"
But his reasoning only racked her
with a shudder.
IF he had only died fightingl" Mar
tar replied. He died like rat in a
trap anG Il set the trap"
No, destiny set it," put in Mrs.
Galland.
Lanstron dropped down beside Mar.
ta's chair
yes, destiny set it." he said, i'm
ploringly.
Just as it set your part for you
And, Marta" Mrs Galland went on
gently, with what Marta had once
called the wisdom of mothers, "Lanny
lives and lives for you, Your destiny
is life and to make the most of life, as
you always have. Isn't it. Marta?"
Yes" she breathed after a pause.
in conviction, as she pressed her moth
er's hands. yes you have a gift Of
making things simple and clear"
Then she looked up to Lanstron and
the flame in her eyes. whose leaping.
spontaneous passion he already knew,
held something of the eternal, as her
arms crept around his neck.
You are life, Lanny! You are the
destiny of today and tomorrow"
(THE ENID
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