The Monticellonian., 1915-04-01

breaking the bonds of discipline was
in the ascendant, and it sought the
highway. even as water keeps to the
river bed. Like specks on the labor
ing tide was the white of bandages. An
ambulance trying to cut out to one
side was overturned. The frantic
chauffeur and spital-corps orderly
were working to extricate the wound
ed from their painful position. A gun
was overturned against the ambulance.
A melee of horses and men was form
ing at the foot of the garden gate in
front of the narrowing bounds of the
road into the town, as stream banks
up before a jam of driftwood. The
struggle for right of way became in
creasingly wild; the dam of men,
horses, and wagons grew. A Brown
dirigible was descending toward the
great target but on closer view its
commander forbore, the humane i'm
pulse outweighing the desire for retri-
button for colleagues in camp and
mess who had gone down in a holo-
caust in the aerial battles of the night.
Under the awful spell of the pano.
rama, she did not see Westerlng. who
had stopped only a few feet distant
with his aide and his valet, nor did he
notice her as the tumult glazed his
eyes. He was as an artist who looks
on the ribbons of the canvas of his
painting. or the sculptor on the frag-
ments of his statue Worse still. with
no faith to give him fortitude except
the materialistiC. he saw the altar of
his god of military efficiency In ruins.
He who had not allowed the word re-
treat to enter his lexicon now saw a
rout He had laughed at reserve
armies in last nights feverish Defiance
at Turcas's advocacy of a slower and
surer method of attack. In those hours
forehead, in denial of all the truth so
clear to average military logic if he
had only even few conventional di-
recti0Hs all this disorder would have
been AVOIDED His army could have
fallen back in orderly fashion to their
own range. The machine out of order,
he had attempted no repair; he had al
lowed it to thrash itself to pieces.
The artillerys maeeration of the
human jam suddenly ceased; perhaps
because the gunners had seen the Red
Cross flag which a doctor had the
presence of mind to wave Westerling
turned from a sight worse to him than
the killing-that of the flowing retreat
along the road pressing frantieally
over the dead and wounded in growing
for the cover of the town
Near by were Bellini, the chief of in
telligenee, and a subaltern who had
arrived only minute before. The sub
altern was dust-covered. He seemed
to have come in from hard ride. Both
were watching Marta. as if waiting for
her to speak. She met Westerling's
look steadily her eyes dark and still
and in his the reflection of the vague
of more than he had
guessed in her relations with him.
We'll" she breathed to Westerling,
the war goes ont"
That's it! That's the voice!" ex-
claimed the subaltern in an explosion
of recognition.
A short, sharp laugh of irony broke
from Bellini; the laugh of one whose
are confirmed in the mix
ture of the sublime and the ridiculous
Marta looked around at the interrupt
ton, alert, on guard.
you seem amused" she remarked
curiously.
mo. but you must have been" re-
piled Bellini hoarsely. EARLY this
not far from the castle. this
young officer found in the crater made