The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1915-04-16

like roar Of cheers greeted the white
speck Of an eminent statesman's head
All the ideas that had been fomentins
ia the minds Of people for genera.
ton became living force Of action to
break through the precedents born
.of provincial passion with new pre-.
icedent; 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 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
to the premier Of the Grays In as
neighborly fashion as IL they had
adjcining estates and were arranging
q matter Of community interest.
you have been 50 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
a selfish motive ID the desire to be as
fair as the Browns. And the practi.
cal way the people look at It makes
me think that 1t will be enduring.
7 think SO. for the same reason
responded the premier OF the Browns
They say 1t Ia good business. It 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.
IA 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. tits 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 brewine
An their brains and brings it to a 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.
j
n 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 q haunted, sleepless
night. The morning found her still
tortured by her visualization OF the
picture Of him, irresolute as the mob
pressed around the Gray headquar.
ters.
I. 1T is as II ] had murdered him!"
she said. II let him make love to me
H let my hand remain in his once
but that was all. Lanny. I'll 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 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 fighting!" Mar.
tar replied. "He died like rat in a
trap anG III set the trap!"
mo, destiny set I'll" put in Mrs.
Galland. n.
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 1t, Marta?"
YES" she breathed after 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 np to Lanstron and
the flame In her eyes, whose leaping.
spontaneous passion he already knew.
held something Of the eternal, al her
arms crept around his neck,
You are life, Lanny! You are the
destiny Cf today and tomorrow"
CTHE END.l