The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1915-02-19

but be frank with each other. Let W.
not try 70 irrltate each other or to In
tluence our people, but TO realize how
much ws have in common and that
our only purpose is common progress
and happiness.
At the turn OF the road In front OF
the castle she saw the gunners OF the
batteries making an emplacement Tor
their guns In . field Of carrots that
had not yet been harvested. The roots
of golden yellow were mixed with the
! tossing spadefuls Of earth
A shadow like great cloud in mad
! flight shot over the earth, and with the
gunners she looked up to see Gray
! dirigible. Already 1t was turning
! homeward; already 1t had gained its
! object as scout. On the fragile plat
/ form OF the sondola was man, seem
/ ingly a human mite aiming a tiny toy
! gun. His target was one OF the Brown
( aerOplanes
They're in danger OF cutting their
own envelope. They can't get the an
gle The plane Is too high" ex-
claimed the artillery commander. Both
he and his men forgot their work in
watching the spectacle of aerial David
against aerial Goliath If our man
lands with his little bomb, oh, my
lie grinned That's why he is so
high. He's been waiting up there.
Pray God he will" exclaimed one
OF the gUnners.
Look at him volplane motor at
full speed. too"
Into 1T, Making sure, Oh. splen-
o." cried the artillery commander.
A ball OF lightning shot forth sheets
of flame Dirigible and plane were
hidden in an ugly swirl Of yellowish
smoke, rolling out into purple cloud
that spread into prismatic mist over
the descent Of Cayorting human bodies
and broken machinery and twisted
braces, flying pieces OF tattered or
burning cloth. David has taken Goliath
down NTH him In death grip.
An aeroplane following the dirigible
as screen, hoping 10 get home with
information if the drigible were lost.
had escaped the sharpshooters in the
church tower by flying around the
town. However, it ran within range or
the automatic and the sharpshooters
on tcp OF the castle tower. They failed
Of the bull's-eye, but their bullets, rim
ming the target, Gripping the motor,
and cutting braces. brought the crum
ping wings about the helpless pilot
The watching gunners uttered Abs.
OF horror and triumph as they saw him
fall, gliding this way and that, in the
agony of slow descent.
Come now" called the artillery
commander. We are wasting pre-
cious time"
Entering the grounds Of the Galland
house. Marta had to pass to one side
Of the path. now blocked by army
wagons and engineers materials and
tools. Soldiers carrying sand bags
were taking the shortest cut. tram
pling the flowers on their way.
DO you know whose property this
ger
"Ours-the nation answered one
perspiring freely at his work. Sog-
ry'" he added on second thought.
Already parts Of the first terrace
were shoulder-high with sand-bags and
one automatic had been set in place.
Marta observed as she turned to the
yeranda. There her mother sat in her
fayOrite chair, hands relaxed as they
rested on its arms. while she looked
out over the valley in the supertran-
guilty that comes TO some women
under a strain-as soldiers who have
been on sieges can tell you-that some
psychologists interpret one way and
some another. none knowing even
their own wives.
Marta, did any OF the children
Gomez" Mrs Galland asked in her
usual pleasant tone. So far as she
was concerned, the activity on the
terrace did not exist. She seemed OBJ
livious OF the fact OF war.
Marta's monosyllable absently an
swering the question was expressive
OF her wonder at her mother. Most
girls do not know their mothers much
better than psychologists know their
wives.
Marta. whatever happens one
should go regularly about what he
considers his duty" said Mrs. Galland
"They have been as considerate as
they could, evidently by Colonel Lam
stron's orders she proceeded, nod
ding toward the industrious engineers
And they've packed all the paintings
and works OF art and put them in the
cellar. where they will be safe"
The captain OF engineers in COM
mand, seeing Marta, hurried toward
her.
Miss Galland, isn't it," he asked.
Il have been waiting for you. IL
we'll, | found that could not make
the situation clear to your mother"
He thinks me in my second child
hood or out OF my head" Mrs. Galland
explained with a shade OF tartness.
And lie has been SO polite in trying
TO conceal his opinion, too" she added
with a comprehending smile.
The captain flushed in embarrass-
ment.