The Elbert County tribune., 1917-09-21

| but she shook her head with little
smile.
mot here" she begged, mot here,
Don dear-while there's moonlight in
the patio!"
Catching his hand she drew him
with her through the doorway. {.
The patio was very still and peace
full and deserted. The moonlight sill
vered it exqulstely. Its air was sweet
with the scent of flowers. In the
shadow of the old well in its center,
Patria released Donald's hand, and
turned to him, lifting up her face to
| his lips.
Perhaps for the last time
How she found 1t possible to let him
go, in the end, she never understood.
With sense of the unreality of 1t all
she watched his soldierly figure, in its
Khaki field uniform, stride away
through the chiaroscuro of milk-whlte
moonlight and inky shadow, till he
disappeared in the pnssageway lead
ing to the front of the house.
And for n long time after he had
gone she stood clasping the hands
upon which his parting kisses had
been pressed, and staring at the spot
where she had last seen him.
1t seemed so hideously wrong that
these things could be, that this world
so beautiful could be made the slaugh-
ter-pen of embattled humanity. She
thought of France, the land she knew
and loyed so well; her last night in
France had been summers night,
i
even as this night. She had sailed
for New York the next day; and
week later the great war had broken
out. And now all northern France
was the theater of horrors unspealk-
able.
And tomorrow would see the inccp-
ton of an effort to render her own
United States counterpart of
The most she could hope for was
that the preparations she had made
would check temporarily the invading
forces, give the country time to real
ize its peril and arm against it. For
the invasion, once launched, would
never be stayed but by overwhelming
force. If checked where the Chan
ming property met the border. it would
only recoil to strike q new and more
effective blow. Even assuming the i'm
posslble-that the Claiming ranch
should prove an impregnable obstacle
in its path-it would need only to
sweep round it in order to reach
peaceful and defenseless land and
blacken it with the infamy of war,
turn it into place of death and terror
and torment and hideous waste, make
1t a sister to Belgium.
And all because n purblind people
refused to see that the one way to
stave off the sin of war was to make
the country so strong for defense that
no invader would ever dare set foot
across it's borders.
Slowly the girl ascended to her bed
chamber.
Its windows overlooked the south;
she stood in one of them for n long
time staring incredulously at the
| mysterious distances that lay beyond
the boundary line between the two
countries the shadowed enigma of
Mexico that rested so quietly there In
the face of the moon.
Somewhere out there, somewhere
between the border and those serrated
mountains that walled in the southern
horizon, thousands upon thousands of
men, armed and equipped, were
marching northward; troops of caval-
ry were marching with them; trains
of ammunition, companies of artil
lery, machine-gun corps, all the d.
visions of modern military service,
were nstir, under the cloak of the
night.
Her Imagination conceived that
army of invasion In the guise of
great serpent crawling through the
shadows to strike at the heart of a
sleeping giant, a loathy, deadly,
vicious thing that squirmed foully
upon its way to do deed of inexcus-
able treachery and cruelty.
The vision of that great serpent
haunted all her dreams. She slept i'll,
fitfully. Between maps she lay awake
staring wide-eyed into the darkness,
every sense alert, straining to hear
any sound that might be the over
ture to tomorrow's tragedy, fancy
ing that she heard the confused but
rhythmic shuttle of those thousands of
marching feet.
Towards dawn she fell into pro-
found and dreamless slumber OF eX-
haustion, from which she was awak-
ened in broad daylight by the sound
of distant firing.
Leaping from her bed she seized
binoculars and ran to the window.
But the glasses showed her nothing,
at first. The sounds of firing persist
ed-great thudding detonations ac-
companied by the screaming of shrap-
mel In the air and shattering explo-
sions as the shells found their billets.