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EDERICK PALMER
I tion his new assignment; he was going
: to the general staft at the capital. Mrs.
i Galland murmured her congratulations
; In conventional fashion.
I Marta's chair was drawn back from
' the table. She leaned forward in a
: favorite position of hers when she was
I Intensely interested, with hande
clasped over her knee, which
¦mother always fcmnd aggravatingly
i tomboylsh. She had a mass ot lustrous
black hair and a mouth rather large
¦ In repose, but capable ot changing
' curves of emotion. Her large, dark
I eyes, luminously deep under long
Ifishes, if not the reel of her face, had
j beauty. Her head was bent, the
] lashes forming a line wilh her brow
now, and her eyes had tho still flamo
of wonder that they had when she
In tho sky. Her outcry and her bound | was looking all afound a thing and
In this story Mr. Palmer, the noted war correspondent, has paint¬ ed war as he has seen It on many battleflelds, and between many na¬ tion*. Hia intimate knowledge of armlea and armaments has enabled him to produce a graphic picture of the greatest of all wars, and hla knowledge of conditions has led him to prophesy an end of armed conflicts. No man Is better quali¬ fied to write the story of the flnal world war than Mr. Palmer, and he haa handled hla subject with a master hand.
CHAPTER I.
A Speck In the Sky. It was Marta who first saw the speck
hlbltioQ, not of the man in the mar
chine. , '
Marta was thinking of the man who '
was about to die. She rushed down tbe ''¦
terrace stepe wildly, as If her going I
and her agonized prayer could avert '
the Inevitable. The plane, descending, i
skimmed the garden wall and passed j
her out of sight. She heard a thud a craok- j ^^iform. his lips twitching, hie slender
ling of braces, a ripping of cloth, but j^^^^ queering with the pain that he
*^ ' I could not control, while his rather
Westerling had started after her, eX'
am glad tt was not the right." he re¬ plied. Westerling arrlTed and Joined Marta In offers of assistance just as they beard the prolonged honk of an automobile demanding the right of way at top speed in the direction of I the pass.
"Thank you, but they're coming for me," eaid Lanstron to Westerling as he glanced up tbe road.
Westerling was looking at the wreck. Lanstron, who recognized bim as an oCacer, though in muttl. kicked a bit ot the tom cloth over some apparatus to hide tt. At this Westerling smiled faintly. Then Lanstron saluted as of* fleer to offlcer might salute across the white posts, giving his name and re¬ ceiving In return Weeterllng's.
They made a contrast, these two men, the colonel of the Grays, swart and sturdy, bis physical vitality so evi¬ dent, and the captain of the Browns, some seven or eight years the junior, bareheaded, in dishevelled fatigue
from her seat at the teatable brought her mother and Colonel Westerling after her onto the lawn, where they became motionless figures, screening their eyes with their hands. The new¬ est and most wonderlul thing in the world at the time was this speck ap- jiearing above tho irregular horizon of tho Brown range, in view ot a land¬ scape that centuries of civilization had fertilized and cultivated and formed.
At the base of the range ran a line of white stone posts, placed by inter¬ national commissions of surveyors lo the nicety of an inch's variation. In the very direction ot the speck's flight a spur ot foot-hills extended Into the plain that stretched away to the Gray range, distinct at the distance of thirty miles in the bright afternoon light. Faithful to their part in refus¬ ing to ciimb; the white posts circled around the spur, hugging the levels.
In the lap of the spur was La Tir, the old town, and ou tlie other side of the boundary iay South La Tir, the new town. Through both ran the dusty ribbon of a road, drawn etraight across the plain and -over the glistening thread of a river. On Its way to the pass of tbe Brown range it skirted the garden of the Gallands, which rose in terraces to a seventeenth-century house overlooking the old town from Its outskirts. They were such a town, such a road, such a landscape as you may see on many European frontlere. The Christian people who lived In the re¬ gion were like the Christian people you know It you look for the realities ot human nature under the surface dif¬ ferences of language and habits.
Beyond the house rose the ruins of a castle, Its tower still Intact. Marta al¬ ways referred to the castle aa the baron; for in her girlhood she had a way of personifying all Inanimate things. It the castle walls were cov¬ ered wllh hoar frost, she said that the baron was shivering; if the wind tore around the tower, she said that tbe baron was groaning over the demo¬ cratic tendencies of the time. On such a summer afternoon as this, the baron was growing old gracefully, at peace with his enemies.
Centuries older than the speck In the sky was the baron; but the pass road was many more, countless more, centuries older than he. It bad been a trail for tribes long before Roman legions won a victory In the pass, which was acclaimed an Imperial tri¬ umph. To hold the pass was to hold tbe range. All the blood shed there would make a red river, inundating the plain.
"Beside the old baron, we are par¬ venus." Marta would say. "Aud what a parvenu the baron would have beeu to the*Roman aristocrat!"
"Our family is old enough—none older lu the province!" Mrs. Galland would reply. "Marta, how your mind does wander! I'd get a headache Just contemplating the things you are able to think of In five minutes. '
The first Galland had built a house on the land that his king had given aim for one ot the most brilliant feats ot arms in the history of the pass.
Even the tower, raised to the glory of an older family whoso descendants, if any survived, were unaware of their lineage, had become known ae the Galland tower. The Gallands were rooted In the soil of the frontier; they were used "to having war's hot breath blow past their door; they were at home in the language and customs of two peoples; theirs was a peculiar tra¬ dition, which Marta had absorbed with her flrst breath. Town and plain and range were the first vista of landscape that sho had seen; doubtless they would be the last.
One or two afternoons a week Col¬ onel Hedworth Westerling, commander of the regimental post of the Grays on the other side of the white poets, stretched his privilege of crossing the frontier and appeared for tea ftt the Gallands. It meant a pleasant half- hour breaking a long walk, a relief trom garrison surroundings, and in view of the order, received that morn¬ ing, this was to be a farewell call.
He had found Mrs. Galland an agree¬ able reflection of an aristocratic past. The daughter had what he defined vaguely as girlish piquancy. He found it amusing to try to answer her un¬ usual questions; he liked the variety of ber Inventive mind, with its flashes of downright matter-of-factness.
Mot until tea waa served did be men-
through It to flnd what It meant.
"Some day you will be chief ot staft, the head ot Gray army!" she suddenly exclaimed.
Westerling started as if he had been surprised in a secret. Then he flushed slightly.
"Why?" he asked with forced care¬ lessness. "Your reasons? They're more interesting tlian your prophecy."
"Because you have the will to be," she said without emphasis. In the im¬ personal revelatione of thought. "You want power. You have ambition."
He looked the picture ot It, with his square jaw, his well-moulded head set close to the shoulders on a sturdy neck, his even teeth showing as his lips parted in an unconscioue smile.
"Marta, Marta! She Is—is so ex¬ plosive," Mrs. Galland remarked apolo¬ getically to the colonel.
"I asked for her reasons. I brought it on myself—and it Is not a bad com) pliment," he replied. Indeed, he had never received one so thrilling.
His smile, a emlle well pleased with itself, remained as Mrs. Galland began to talk of other things, and its linger¬ ing satisfaction disappeared only with Marta's cry at sight ot the speck in the sky over tho Hrown range. She was out on the lawn before the others had risen from their seats.
"An aeroplane! Hurry!" she called.
How fast the speck grew!
Naturally, the business ot war, watching for every invention tbat might serve Its ends, was the flrst patron ot flight. Captain Arthur Lan¬ stron, pupil of a pioneer aviator, had been warned by blm and by the chief of staff ot the Browne, who was look¬ ing on, to keep In a circle close to the ground. But he was doing so well
"It Must Be Bandaged—I'm Not Go¬ ing to Faint."
that he thought he would try rising a little higher. The summits ot the range shot under bim, unfolding a variegated rug of landscape. He dipped tbe planes slightly, intending to follow the range's descent and again they answered to his deelre. The lower loomed before him as suddenly as if It had been shot up out ot the earth.. He must turn, and quickly, to avoid disaster; he must turn, or he would be across the white posts In the enemy's country.
"Oh!" groaned Marta and Mrs. Gal¬ land together.
In an agony ot suspense they saw the fragile creation of' cloth and bam¬ boo and metal, which had seemed as secure as an albatross riding on the lap of a steady wind, dip far over, careen back In the other direction, and then the whirring noise that had grown with its flight ceased. It was no longer a thing of winged life, defying the law of gravity, but a thing dead, falling un¬ der the burden of a living weight.
"The engine has stopped!" exclaimed Westerling, any trace of emotion In his obeervant imperturbability that of satisfaction that the machine was the enemy's. He waa thinking of the ex¬
claiming, "This is a case for flrst aid!" while Mrs. Galland, taking the steps as fast^ae she couid, brought up the rear. Through the gateway in the gar¬ den wa)l could be seen the shoulders of a young offlcer, a streak ot red coursing down his cheek, rising from the wreck. An inarticulate sob of re¬ lief broke from Marta's throat, fol¬ lowed by quick gasps ot breath. Cap¬ tain Arthur Lanstron was looking Into the startled eyes of a young girl that seemed to reflect his ewn emotions of the moment after having shared those he had in the air.
"I flew! I flew clear over the range, at any rate!" he said. "And I'm alive. I managed to hold her so she missed the waii and made an easy bump."
He got one foot free of the wreck and that leg was all right. She shared his elation. Then he found that the other was uninjured. Just ae she cried in distress:
"But your hand—oh, your hand!"
His left hand hung limp from the wrist, cut, mashed and bleeding. Its nerves numbed, he liad not as yet felt any pain from the injury. Now he re¬ garded it in a kind of awakening stare of realization of a deformity to come.
"Wool-gathering again!" he mut¬ tered to himself crossly.
Then, seeing that she had turned while, he thrust the disgusting thing behind his back and twinged with the movement. The pain was arriving.
"It must be bandaged I I have a handkerchief!" she begged. "I'm not going to faint or anything like that!"
"Only bruised—and It's the left. I
bold forehead and delicate, sensitive features suggested a man of nerve and nerves who might have left experi¬ ments in a laboratory for an adventure In the air. There was a kind ot chal¬ lenge Iti their glances; the challenge of an ancient feud of their peoples; of the professional rivalry ot polite duellists. Lanstron's slight figure seemed to express the weaker number of the three million eoldiers of the Browns; Westeriing's bulkier one. the four million five hundred thousand of the Grays.
"You had a narrow squeak and you made a very snappy recovery at the last second," said Westerling, passing a compliment across the white posts.
"That's in the line of duty tor you and me, isn't it?" Lanstron replied, his voice thick wllh pain as he forced a smile.
There was no pose in his fortitude. He was evidently disgusted with him¬ self over the whole business, and he turned to the group ot three officers and a civilian who alighted from a big Urown army automobile as it he were prepared to have tliem say their worst. They seemed between the impuiee ot reprimanding and embracing him. (To lie Continued I.
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