The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-03-19


not try to irritate each other or to in
fiuence our people, but to realize how
much we 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 for
their guns in a field of carrots that
had not yet been harvested. The roots
Of golden yellow we're mixed with the
tossing spadefuls of earth.
A shadow like a great cloud in mac !
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 It's
object as a scout. On the fragile plat
form Of the gondola was man, seem
ingly human mite aiming 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
glel The plane is too hight" 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!
he 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, tool"
Into 1t! Making sure! Oh, splen-
o." cried the artillery commander.
A ball OF lightning shot forth sheets
of fame. 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 cavorting human bodies
and broken machinery and twisted
bracss, flying pieces of tattered OF
burning cloth. David has taken Goliath
down with him in death grip.
An aeroplane following the dirigible
as screen, hoping to get home with
information II the dirigible we're lost
had escaped the sharpshooters in the
church tower by flying around the
town. However, 1t ran within range OF
the automatic and the sharpshooters
on top 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 anc
tools. Soldiers carrying sand-bag'
we're taking the shortest cut, tram
pling the flowers on their way.
DO you know whose property thi'
is?" she demanded in burst of an
ger.
"Ours-the nation's!" answered one
perspiring freely at his work. Sor
% ry!" he added on second thought.
Already parts OF the first terrace
:, were shoulder-high with sand-bags AM
: one automatic had been set In place
: Marta observed as she turned to tn
. veranda. There her mother sat in he
n fayorite chair, hands relaxed as the,
= rested on its arms, while she looke'
. out over the valley in the supertran
guilty that comes to some wome
;. under a strain-as soldiers who hav
= been on sieges can tell you-that som
I. psychologists interpret one way an
:, some another, none knowing eve
:, their own wives.
:, Marta, did any of the childre
= = conner" Mrs. Galland asked In he
IS Usual pleasant tone. So far as sh
y was concerned, the activity on tn
% terrace did not exist. She seemed oil
livious OF the fact of war.
Marta's monosyllable absently al
swering the question was expressly
40 of her wonder at her mother. Mos
d girls do not know their mothers muc
~ better than psychologists know the
wives.
N Marta, whatever happens on
- should 20 regularly about what b
l considers his duty" said Mrs. Gallan
Nv "They have been as considerable
NC they could, evidently by Colonel La
strons ORDERS" she proceeded, no
ding toward the industrious engineer
"And they've packed all the painting
and works OF art and put them In u
cellar, where they will be safe"
:, The captain OF engineers in col
Al mand. seeing Marta, hurried. towai
IN her.
-. Miss Galland. isn't it?' he aske
- 81 have been waiting for you. II
80 we'll. found that could not NAL
:. the situation clear to your mother"
70. He thinks me in my second chill
OF. hood or out Of my head" Mrs. Gallal
al. explained with q shade OF tartnes
nm. And he has been so polite In tryil
nd. to conceal his opinion, too" she add
with a comprehending smile.
tn. oaptafn fushad in embarra,