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Such a wreck was he of his former self that she found it amazing that she could not pity him. Yet she might have pitied him had he plunged into the fight; had he tried to rally one of the broken regiments; had he been able to forget himself. "Rather, you made love to yourself ihrough me," she answered, not harsh ly, not even emphatically, but merely as a statement of passionless fact. "If you dared to endure what you ordered others to endure for the sake of your ambition; if—" She was interrupted by a sharp zip In the air. Westerling dodged and looked about wildly. "What ia thatt" he asked. "What?" Five or six zips followed like a charge of wasps flying at a speed that made them invisible. Marta felt a brush of air past her cheek and Wes terling went chalky white. It was the first time he had been under fire. But these bullets were only «strays. No more came. "Come, general, let us be going!" urged the aide, touching his chief on the arm. "Yes, yes!" said Westerllng hur riedly. Francois, who bad picked up the coat that had (alien from Westerling's shou? nrs with hfcß start at the buzzing, held It while his master thrust his hands through the sleeves. "And this Is wiser," said the aide, ooXasteniug the detachable Insignia of. rank from the of the great coat. "It's wiser, too, that we walk," he added. "Walk? But my car!" exclaimed Westerling petulantly. "I'm afraid that the car could not get through the press in the town," was the reply. "Walking Is safer." The absence In him of that quality which is the soldier's real glory, the picture of this deserted leader, this god of a machine who had been crushed by his machine, his very lack of stoicism or courage—all this sud denly appealed to Marta'e quick sym pathies. They had once drunk tea to gether. "Oh, It was not personal! I did not think of myself as a person or of you SB one—only of principles and of thou sands of others—to end the killing—to save our country to its people! Oh, I'm sorry and, personally, I'm horrible —horrible!" she called after him in a broken, quavering gust of words which he heard confusedly in tragic mockery. He made no answer; he did not even look around. Head bowed and hardly seeing the path, he permlted the aide to choose the way, which lay across the boundary of the Galland estate. CHAPTER XXI. The Retreat. Marta remained where Westerling had left her, rooted to the ground by the monstrous spell of the developing panorama of seemingly limitless move ment. With each passing minute there must be a hundred acts of heroism which, if isolated in the glare of a day's news, would make the publlo thrill. At the outset of the war she had seen the Browns, as part of a pre conceived plan. In cohesive rear-guard resistance, with every detail of per sonal bravery a utilized faetor of or ganized purpose. Now she saw de fense, Inchoate and fragmentary, each part acting for Itself, all deeds of per sonal bravery lost In a swirl of disor ganization. Thai waa the pity of it, the helplessness of engineers and ot levers when the machine was broken; the warning of It to those who under take war lightly. The Browns' rifle flashes kept on steadily weaving their way down the elopes, their reserves pressing close on the heels of the skirmishers In greedy Bwa"" A heavy column of Brown In- He W»i Dipping Hit Fingers In the Cavity and Writing, "Kill Mel" fantry was swinging In toward the myriad-legged, writhing gray caterpil lar on the pass road and many fleld batterles were trotting along a parallel road. Their plan developed suddenly when a swath of gun-flre was laid across pass road at the mouth of the defile, BB much as to say: "Here we make a gate of death!" At the same time the head of the Brown in fantry column flashed ite bayonets over the crest of a hill toward the point where the shells were bursting. These men minded not the desperate, scat tered rifle-flre into their ranks. Before their eyes was the prize of a panlo that grew with their approach. Kinks were out of legs stiffened by long watches. The hot breath of pursuit was In their nostrils, the fever of vic tory In their blood. In the defile, the Impulse of one Gray straggler, who shook a handkerchief sloft in fatalistic submission to the in evitable, became the Impulse of all. Soon a thousand white signals of render were blossoming. As the firing abruptly ceased, Marta heard the faint roar of the mighty huzzas of the hunt ers over the size of their bag. Some doctors of different regiment® thrown together In the havoc of rem nants of many organizations, with the help of hospital-corps men, were try ing to extricate the wounded from among the dead. They heard a wom an's voice and saw a woman's face. They did not wonder at her presence, for tbere was nothing left in the world for them to wonder at. Had an imp from hell or an angel from heaven ap peared, or a shower of diamonds fallen from the sky, they would not have been surprised. Their duty was clear; there was work of their kind to do, endless work. Unite of the broken ma chine, in the Instinct of their calling they struggled with the duty nearest at hand. They begged her to go back to the house; this was no place for her. But Marta did not want safety. Dan ger was sweet; it waa expiation. She waa helping, actually helping; that waa enough. She envied the peaceful dead —thry had no nightmares—as ahe aided the doctors in separating the bodies that were still breathing from those that were not; and she steeled herself against every ghastly sight save one, that of a man lying with hla lega pinned under a wagon body. Hia Jaw had been shot away. Slowly h« was bleeding to death, but he did not realize it. He realized nothing in hia delirium except the nature of hia wound. He was dipping his finger in the cavity and, dab by dab, writing "Kill me!" on tha wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyes. Then a shell burst near her and a doc tor cried out: "She's hit!" But Marta did not hear him. She heard only the dreadful crack of the ■pllttlng shrapnel jacket She bad a Bern* of Jailing. and that m all. The next that she knew she vu In a long chair on the veranda and tha vague shadows bending over her grad ually Identified themselves as her mother and Minna. "I remember when you were telling of the last war that you didn't ewoon at the sight of the wounded, mother,'* Marta whispered. "But I was not wounded," replied Mrs. Galland. Marta ceased to be only a conscious ness swimming in a ha*e. With the return of her faculties, she noticed that both her mother and Minna were looking significantly at her forearm; so she looked at It, too. It was bandaged. "A cut from a shrapnel fragment," eaid a doctor. "Not deep," he added. "Do I get an Iron cross?" she smiling faintly. It was rather pleasant to be alive. "All the crosses—iron and bronM and silver and gold!" he replied. All firing except occasional scattered shots had now ceased In the Immedi ate vicinity, though In the distance could be heard the snarl of the firmer resistance that the Grays were mak ing at some other point. The Galland house, for the time being, was isolated —in possession of neither side. "Isn't there something else I can do to help with the wounded?" Marta asked. She longed for action in order to escape her thoughts. "You've had a terrible shock—when you are stronger," said the doctor. "When you have had something t* eat and drink," observed the practical. Minna authoritatively. 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