The Monticellonian., 1915-02-18

houses are safe from burglary and pedestrians from pickpockets without policemen? Is that t?" she asked.
 Yes, yes! You have it! You have found the wheat in the chaff"
 Perhaps be, 1use l have been see ing something of human nature-the human nature of both the Browns and the Grays at war. l have seen the Browns throwing hand-grenades and the Grays in wanton disorder in our dining room directly they were out of touch with their officers!" she said sadly as one who hates to accept dis illusionment but must in the face of logic
 Westerling made no reply except to nod, for a movement on her part pre- occupied him. She leaned forward, as she had when she had told him he would become chief of staff, her hands elasped over her knee, her eyes burn ing with question. It was the atti- tude of the prophecy. But with the prophecy she had been a little mys- tical; the fire in her eyes had precipi- leltd dH idtd. ANON iS lOA btd question.
 And you think that you will win ?" she asked. You think that you will win?" she repeated with the slow em- phasis which demands a careful an swer
 The deliberateness of his reply was in keeping with her mood. He was de- tached; he was referee.
 Yes. l know that we shall. Mum bers make it so, though there be no choice of skill between the two sides"
 His tone had tlse confidence of the flow of a mighty river in its destina- tion on its way to the sea There was nothing in 1t of prayer of hope, of des- peration. as there had been in Lan- strons We shall win," spoken to her in the arbor at their last interview. She drew forward slightly in her chair. Her eyes seemed much larger and nearer to him. They were sweeping him up and down as if she were seeing the slim figure of Lanstron in con trast to Westerling's sturdness; as If she were measuring the might of the ] five millions behind him and the three millions behind Lanstron. She let go half-whispered "Yesi" which seemed to reflect the conclusion gained from the power of his presence
 Then my mothers and my own in- terests are with you-the interests of peace are with you!" she declared.
 She did not appear to see the sud den, uncontrolled gleam of victory in his eyes. By this time it had become a habit for Westerling to wait silently for her to come out of her abstrac- tions. To disturb one might make it unproductive.
 Then if want to help the cause of peace l should help the Grays!"
 The exclamation was more to her self than to him. He was silent. This girl in yeranda chair desiring to aid him and his five million bayonets and four thousand guns! QuiXote and the windmills-but it was amazing; 1t was fine! The golden glow of the sunset was running in his veins in a paean or personal triumph. The profile turned ever so little. Now 1t was looking at the point where Dellarme had lain dying. Westerling noted the smile playing on the lips. It had the i quality of a smile over a task com pleted-Dellarme's smile She start ed; she was trembling all over in the resistance of some impulse-some i'm pulse that gradually gained headway i and at last broke its bonds.
 For l can help-I can help," she cried out, turning to him in wild in | decision which seemed to plead for guidance. Its so terrible-yet if 1t would hasten peace-I-I know much of the Browns' plan of defense! l know where they are strong in the