Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-04

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summons. He had risen and was
standing beside his desk. and as
| turned he held out his hand, into
which I laid mine as he drew me
near to him.
"Youngster," he said, and the
smile which all persons call cold was
all of gentleness into my eyes, "these
are going to be some hard days for
us all these next ten, and if drive
you too hard balk, will your"
"To the death for you I'll go, my
Gouverneur Faulkner" 1 answered
him, looking straight into his tired
eyes that were so deep under the
! black, silver tipped wings of his
brows. 1 did not meant that death
had threatened myself from the
mathematics in the paper, but in my
heart there was something that rose
and answered the sadness in his eyes
with again all that savageness of a
barbarian.
Then I'll take you to the point of
demise-almost-if l need you," he
answered me, with a laugh that hid
a culver that was like unto a spark
shot from the depth of his eyes into
the depths of mine. Go get the pa
pers verified and let me know when
you have finished" And this time
was in reality dismissed. went, but
in my heart was a strange smolder
that the spark had kindled.
In the small room that opened eff
that of the Gouverneur Faulkner,
with a door that knew to lead into
the room of my uncle, the General
Robert, I seated myself at table by
window which looked down upon
the city spread at the foot of tho
Capitol hill lying shimmering i'm the
young spring mists that drifted
across its housetops. I laid down the
papers, took pencil from tray
close beside my hand and then faced
the most dreadful of any situation
that I had ever brought down upon
my own head. 1 also faced at the
same time the smiling countenance
of my Buzz, who looked into the door
from the room of my uncle, the Cen
eral Robert, slipped through that
door and closed it gently behind him.
Safe on first base! The old boy of
the bayonets has been called to the
governor, and he'll not be back be-
fore they both have luncheon sent in
to them. have taken his letters, and
now I'm off. What did Bill hand
you?"
Death and also destruction" I
answered in an expletive often used
by my father in times of q catastro-
phe, and with those words I showed
to my Buzz the two long papers.
"Shoo; that's no big job! 1 looked
over and verified this one myself yes
terday in ten minutes. Hello; this
other one Is in French! Just run 1t
through, and If it is to tally call 1t,
and I'll hold this one. We can do 1t
in fifteen minutes. Go ahead from
the top line across" And my Buzz
held the paper in his hand as he
seated himself in readiness upon the
corner of my desk beside me.
"Oh, my Buzz, I have such NOR
tiflcation that cannot add one to an
other of these long figures When I
place one number to another l must
use my fingers, and in this case you
see that it is impossible" Tears did
not allow in my eyes. but they were
in my voice, and l looked into the
eyes of my Buzz with great terror.
What is 1t that I shall do? am in
disgrace"
You complete edition of a kid,
you; don't you know 1 can do it for
you-that is, If you know what all
these kilo things stand for in Eng
lish? Do you?" AS he spoke that
kind Buzz put his hand on my shoul-
der with nice rough shake.
1T do know from my governess,
Madam Fournet, and I will write 1t
all down for you, my Buzz, for whom
feel so much gratitude for help"
1 answered, with quickIiess.
STOW the gratitude and write 'em
all out. 1t will take about an hour,
but it is good to keep calicoes wait
ing occasionally" he said, and did
thereupon seat himself beside the
take and draw to himself the two
sheets of paper, while quickly
wrote out the table of French
weights and measurements translat-
ed into English.
(Continued)