The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-04-15


their profession: of that irrepressi-
BILE poet laureate of the soldiers. Cap
tain Stransky. l. C. Gron cross). break
ing forth In q new song to an old
tune. expressing his brotherhood ideas
in I'VE have ours let them keep
theirs" chorus that was spreading from
regiment to regiment
This left the retired officers to grum-
BILE In their corners that war was no
longer a gentleman's vocation. and ST.
fenced the protests Of their natural al
iy in the business Of making war.
the noisy element, which promptly
adapted itself to a new fashion in the
relation of nations. Again the great
square was packed and again q wave
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 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 it's revolutions
as decisive victories at arms. The
world at large. after rubbing its fore
head and readjusting its eyeglasses
and clearing It's 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
TO the premier Of the Grays in AZ
neighborly a fashion as II they had
a matter of community interest.
"You have been 80 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 a
Brown could do nothing except with
selfish motive is the desire to be as
fair as the Browns. And the practi-
me think that 1t 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. q 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 a 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 1t to head.
He is the epoch maker. Such an one
was that little Corsican, who gave a
stagnant pool the storm 1t needed, un.
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 haunted. sleepless
night The morning found her still
tortured by her visualization Of the
picture of him, irresolute - the mob
pressed around the Gray headquar-
ters.
1T fs as IL had murdered him."
she said. II let him make love to me
Il 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 aliva
II he lost. He could not have won,
even though you had not helped us
against him. He would only have los:
indignation on his head His fate was
inevitable-and he was a soldier"
But his reasoning only racked her
with shudder
III he had only died fighting." Mar
tar replied. He died like a rat In .
trap anG II set the trap"
mo. 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 1t 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