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CHAPTER I—At their home on the fron¬ tier belween the Browne and Oraye Mar¬ ts Oalland and her mother, entertalnlnjt Colonel Weeterllng of the Orays, eee Cap¬ tain lanetron. ataff IntaUlsence offlcer of the Browne, Injured by Viall .'n Ato »««>- plane.
"1 .hope that you are not surprised at the reeult," said tbe oldest of ,the of¬ ficers, a man of late middle age, rather affectionately and teaslngly. He wore a single order on his breast, a plain Iron cross, and the Insignia of bis rank was that of a fleld-marehal.
"Not now. I should be again, elr," said Lanstron, looking full at the field- marshal in the appeal of one asking for another chance. "I was wool-gath¬ ering. But I shall not wool-gather next time. I've got a reminder more urgent than a string tied around my finger."
"Yes, that hand needs Immediate at¬ tention," said the doctor. He and an¬ other oflJcer began helping Lanstron Into the automobile.
"Good-by!" he called to the young girl, who was still watching him with big, sympathetic eyes. "I am coming back Boon and land In the fleld, there, and when I do, I'll claim a bunch of flowers."
"Do! What fun I" she cried, as the car started.
"The field-marshal was Partow, their chief of BUft?" Westerling asked.
"Yea," said Mrs. Galland. "I remem¬ ber when he was a young Infantry ofiB- cer before the last war, before he had won tbe Iron cross and become so great. He wan not of an army family —a doctor's son, but very clever and skilful."
"Getting a little old for his work!" remarked Westerling. "But apparent¬ ly he Ib keen enough to take a per¬ sonal Interest in anything new."
"Wasn't It thrilling and—and ter^ rible!" Marta exclaimed.
"Yes, like war at our own door again," replied Mrs. Galland, who knew war. She had seen war raging on the pass road. "Lanstron, the young man said his name was," she resumed after a pause. "No doubt the Lanstrone of Thorbourg. An old family and many of them In the army."
"The way he refused to give in—that was flne!" said Marta.
Westerling, who had been engrossed In his own thoughts, looked up.
"Courage is the cheapest thing an army has! You can get hundreds of young ofBcers who are glad to take a risk of that kind. The thing is," and his fingers pi^essed in on the palm of bis hand In a pounding gesture of the forearm, "to direct and command— bead work—organization!"
"If war should come again—* Marta began. Mrs. Galland nudged her. A Brown never mentioned war to an ofli¬ cer of the Grays; it was not at all in the accepted proprieties. But Marta rushed on: "So many would be en¬ gaged that It would be more horrlblo than ever."
"You cannot make omelets without breaking eggs," Westerling answered w'th suave flnallty.
"The aeroplane will take its place as an auxiliary," he went on. his mind still running on the theme of her prophecy, which the meeting with Lan¬ etron had quickened. "But war will, as ever, be won by the bayonet that takes and holds a position. We shall have no miracle victories, no—"
There he broke oft. He did not ac¬ company Mrs. Galland and Marta back to the house, but made bis adieus at tbe garden-gate. \
"I'm sure that I shall never marry a Boldler!" Marta burst out as she and her mother were ascending the steps.
and" legs and parts of" the body that were not vital, to ihow In how many places a man may be hit with a small- caliber bullet and stllLsuxrlva,
is none. Such things are too Important to be concealed by one army from an¬ other." "Canstron certainly cannot carry
In this day of universal European ****™ *" J^'^ pockets," remarked Tur
CHAPTER li.
Ten Years Later.
Hla Excellency the chief of staff of the Grays was seldom In his oflice. His Excellency had years, rank, prestige. The breast of his uniform sagged with the weight of'his decorations. He ap¬ peared for the army at great func¬ tions; hie picture was in the shop- windows. Hedworth Westerling, the now vice-chief of staff, waa content with thia arrangement. His years would not permit him the supreme honor. This was for a figurehead, while he hac^ tho power.
His appointment to the staff ten years ago had given hlra the fleld he wanted, the capital Itself, for the play of hla abilities. His vital energy, hie impressive personality, his gift for courting the influences that counted, whether man's or woman's, hla astute readiness In stooping to some meas¬ ures that were In keeping with tho times but not with army precedent, had won for him the goal of his ambi¬ tion. He had passed over the heads of older men, whom many thought his betters, rather ruthlessly. Those who would serve loyally he drew around him; those who wero bitter be crowd¬ ed out ot his way.
In the adjoining room, occupied by Westerling, the walls were hung witb the silhouettes of Infantrymen, such as jrou see at maneuvers, in different positions of firing, crouching in shal- low trenches, standing in deep trenches, or lying flat on tbe stomach on level earth. Another silhouette, that of an infantryman running, was Seppsred with white pointy, in mrjam
conception, if Westerling were to win in war it would be with flve millions— flve hundred thousand more than wheu he faced a young Brown oflicer over the wreck of an aeroplane—Including the reserves; each man running, firing, crouching, as, was the figure on the wall, and trying to give more of the white points that peppered tbe sil¬ houette than he received.
Now Turcas, tbe assistant vice-chief of staff, and Bouchard, chief ot the di¬ vision of Intelligence, standing on either side of Westeriing's deck, await¬ ed his decisions on certain matters which they had brought to his atten¬ tion. Both were older than Wester¬ ling, Turcas by ten and Bouchard by fifteen years.
Turcas had been strongly urged in Inner army circles for the place that Westerling had won, but his manner and his ability to court Infiuence were against him. A lath of a man and stiff as a lath, pale, with thin, tightly-drawn lips, quiet, steel-gray eyes, a tracery of blue veins showing on his full temples, he suggested the ascetic no less than the soldier, while his incisive brevity of speech, flavored now and then with pungent humor, without any Inflection in his dry voice, was In keeping with his appearance. He arrived with the clerks in the morning and frequently remained after they .were gone. As a master of detail Westerling regarded him as an Invaluable assistant, with certain limitations, which were those of the pigeonhole and the treadmill.
As for Bouchard, nature had meant him to be a wheel-horse, ^e had never had any hope of being chief of staff.
"One-Seventh the Allotted Span
Life!" He Mused. Hawk-eyed, with a great beak nose and iron-gray hair, Intensely and sol¬ emnly serious, lacking a sense of humor, he would have looked at home with his big, bony bands gripping a broadsword hilt and his lank body clothed In chain armor. He had a j mastiff's devotion to Its master for bis ' chief. I
"Since Lanstron became chief of in- ; telllgence oP the Browns Information , seems to have stopped," said Wester- ; ling, but not complainingly. He appre- \ dated Bouchard's loyalty. ¦
"Yes, they eay he even burns his , laundry bills, he Is so careful," Bou¬ chard replied. |
"But that we ought to know," Wes¬ terling proceeded, referring very in¬ sistently to a secret of the Browns which had baffled Bouchard. "Try a woman," he went on v.-Uh that terse, hard directness which reflected ono of hla sides. "There la nobody like a woman for that sort of thing. Spend enough to get the right woman."
Turcas and Bouchard exchanged a glance, which roee suggestively from the top of the head of the seated vice- chief of staft. Turc.is smiled slightly, while Bouchard was graven as usual.
"You could hardly reach Ijanstron though you spent a queen's ransom," said Bouchard in his literal fashion.
"I should say not!" Westerling ex¬ claimed. "No doubt about Lanstron's being all t&ere! I saw him ten years ago after his flrst aeroplane flight un¬ der conditions that proved It. How¬ ever, he must bave susceptible subor¬ dinates."
"We'll set all tbe machinery we have to work to find one, sir," Bou¬ chard replied.
"Another thing, we must dismiss any Idea tbat they are concealing either artillery or dirigibles or planes that we do not know of," continued Wester¬ ling. "That )b h <^n)Ant of our avpro- henslons. Tbe fact that ve flnd no truth In the rumors proves that there
cas. "Still, we must be sure," he added thoughtfully, more to himself than to Westerling, whdi had already turned his attention to a document which Turcas laid on the desk.
"The 128th Regiment hae been or¬ dered to South La Tir, but no order
•ir," he mid aa he allpi>ed them on the blotter in front of Westerling. "And the lS2d—no ^order abont that, sir?" he asked.
"None. It remains!" Westerling re¬ plied.
The clerk went out impressed. His chief taking to sume of subtraction and totally preoccupied! The 132d to remain! He, too, bad a question-mark in his secret mind.
Westerling proceeded with his math¬ ematics. Having heavily shaded the tens, he essayed a sum In division. He found that ten went into seventy Just j seven times.
"One-seventh the allotted span of life!" he mused. "Take off fifteen i years for youth and flfteen after flfty- | five—nobody counts after that, though : I mean to—and you have ten Into I forty, which is one-fourth. That is a | good deal. But it's more to a woman than to a man—yea, a lot more to a woman than to a man!"
The clerk was right In thinking Westerling preoccupied; but it was not with the international crisis. Over
yet given for the 132d, whose place It i his coffee the name of Miss Marta Gal-
takes," he explained.
"Let It remain for the present!" Westerling replied.
After they had withdrawn, the look that passed between Turcas and Bou¬ chard waa a pointed question. The 132d to remain at South La Tir! Was there something more than "newspa¬ per talk" In this latest diplomatic crisis between the Grays and the Browns? Weeterling alone was In the confldence of the premier of late. Any exchange of ideas between the two subordinates would be fruitless sur¬ mise and against the very Instinct of staff secrecy, where every man knew only his work and asked about no one else's.
Westerling ran through tho papers that Turcas had prepared for him. If Turcas had written them, Westerling knew that they were properly done. Having cleared his desk Into the hands of his executive clerk, he looked at the clock. It had barely turned four. He picked up the final staff report of ob¬ servations on the late Balkan cam¬ paign, just printed In book form, glanced at It and laid it aside. Already he knew the few lessons afforded by thie war "done on the cheap," with limited equipment and over bad roads. No dirigibles had been used and few planes. It was no criterion, except In the effect of the fire of the new pattern guns, for the conflict of vast masses of highly trained men against vast masses of highly trained men, with rapid transportation over good roads, com¬ plete equipment, thorough organiza¬ tion, backed by generous resources, In the cataclysm of two great European powers.
Rather Idly, now, he drew a pad to¬ ward him and, taking up a pencil, made the flgures seventeen and twen¬ ty-seven. Then he made the flgures thirty-two and forty-two. He black¬ ened them with repeated tracings as
he mused. This done, he put seven¬ teen under twenty-seven and thirty- two under forty-two. He made the subtraction and studied the two tens.
A swing door opened softly and ble executive clerk reappeared with a soft tread.
"Some jiapers for your^ signature.
land, in the list of arrivals at a hotel, had caught hie eye In the morning pa¬ per. A note to her had brought an answer, saying that her time was lim¬ ited, but she would be glad to bave him call at flve that afternoon.
Westerling realized that the ques¬ tion of marriage as a social require¬ ment might arise when he should be¬ come officially chief of staff with the retirement of His Excellency the fleld- marshal. For the present he enjoyed his position as a bachelor who was the meet favored man in the army too much to think of marriage.
It was a little surprising that the bell that tho girl of seventeen had rung In his secret mind when he was on one of the first rounds of the lad¬ der, now lost in the mists of a lower stratum of existence, should ever tinkle again. Yet he had heard Ils note In the tone of her prophecy with each step In his promotion; and while the other people whom he had known at La lir were the vagueet shadows ot personalities, her picture was as defi¬ nite In detail as wlien she said: "You have the will! You have the ambi¬ tion!" She had recognized In him the power that he felt; foreseen his ascent to the very apex of the pyramid. She was still unjnarried, which was strange; for she had not been bad- looking and she waa of a flne old fam¬ ily. AVhat was ehe like now? Com¬ monplace and provincial, most likely. Many of the people he had known. In his early days appeared so when he met them again. But, at the worst, he looked for an Interesting half-hour. (To Be ContUiued).
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