The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-06-17

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You mean the government fears
treason!" demanded the doctor, grow
ing red.
YES" said. IF you insist"
The Countess had turned 70 me In
amaxement
''Treason!" she repeated, in IN un-
steady voice. rs 1t treason for .
small community to live quietly here
in the Alsatian hills. harming nobody.
asking nothing save freedom Of
thought! Treason! Aonsisur. the
word has an ugly ring b ~. I aa
soldiers daughtsr!"
There was something touchingly
illogical in the last vords-this young
apostle Of peace naiveay displaying her
credentials - though the mere word
soldier" covered everything.
because I have learned that the
boundaries Of nations are not the
frontiers Of human hearts. am I .
traitori Because know no coustsy
but the world. NO speech but the uni
versal speech that one reads In Q
brothers eyes. because l know NO bar.
riers. no boundaries. no limits to hu-
man brotherhood. am l . 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 il this
war to US! The Emperor! What 10
he to us? We who have set q watch
on the worlds outer ramparts, guard
ing the white banner of universal
brotherhood! What 10 this war to
us!"
DO you mean to say that you caro-
nothing for your own birthland" I
demanded. sharply.
II love the world-all of it-every
inch-and II France 10 part Of the
world, 20 10 this Prussia that We are
teaching our poor peasants to hate"
Madame" said I. the women OF
France today think differently. Our
Creator did not make love Of country
4 trtts virtue. but \ passion. and set
1t in our bodies along with our other
passions. II In you 1t IL absent, that
concerns pathology. not the police!"
She had turned . tribe pale: now
she sank back into her chair, looking
at ne with those troubled gray eyes
In which Heaven itself had set truth
and loyalty.
Come" said Baxard. In q rage
choked voice. "let 1t end here. Mon.
steur scarlett II the government
sends you here - = spy and an ON.
cial. pray remember that you are not
also sent ~ missionary"
My ears began to burn. "rhat il
true" I said. looking at the Countess,
whose face had become expressionlesb.
Il ask your pardon for what l have
said and for what am about
to do."
There was . silence. Then. in low
voice, 1 placed them under formal ar
rest, one by one. touching each lightly
on the shoulder Is prescribed by the
CODE And when I came 10 the Count
ess. she rose, without embarrassment.
I moved my lips and stretch& 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. of course?"
Without answering, Dr.. belmont
walked away towards the stables; Pro
tessor Tavernier followed him, head
bent.
we shall want very little" said the
Countess, calmly. to Mademoiselle e.
ven. will you pack up what We
need? And you, Monsieur BaxArd, will
you be good enough to go to Trois-
Feuilles and hire old Brauer's car
riage!"
Madame" said l, before l afnx
the government seals to the doors of
your house l must ask you to conduct
me to the roof of the east wing
She bent her head In acquiescence;
I followed her up the terrace into q
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
= Gothic spiral. then through a pas
sage under the battlements and out
across the states. with wind and set
ting sun In my face and the signing
treetops far below.
In the north a spark OF white IRE
began to flicker on the crest Of Mount
Tonnerre. 1t was the mirror of .
heliograph flashing out across leagues
of gray-green hills to the rocky pulpit
of the Pigeonnier.
Instantly l drew a nag from my
pouch. tied 1t to the point Of my sabre,
and stepped out along the projecting
snout Of gargoyle.
l had been tagging tho 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 a
nag: 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 q
peloton Of mounted kendarmes at