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{Copyright, 1914. International News
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Helen quickened her footsteps as
she glanced into the druggist's win
dow on the corner. The hands point
ed to twenty minutes past five, and
"Warren would be sure to be home
waiting for her if she didn't hurry.
She had thought there was plenty of
time Now. if she hadn't stopped to
look at the Rale of silk hosiery this
•wouldn't have happened, and she did
l«o hate to be late.
As she hurried along toward the
'subway she reflected to herself that
'she had had a disappointing day.
! From the very first things had g<one
wrong; everything that she had
Lplanned on buying was either too
i high or else not good enough for the
(money, and she had planned every
'thing out so carefully before starting
downtown.
She reached the subway and ran
down the flight of steps. A rush of
•warm air met her, and she. saw that
! a train was just pulling out. Every
I little thing that detained her served
Ito make her more nervous, and she
i glanced at the clock hurriedly—half-
I past five. She would be late. Well,
'it couldn't be helped; she would
snake the best of it. She bought a
magazine and paid for it mechani
cally. The next train thundered in
and she stepped on with the crowd.
It was later than she was accus
tomed to traveling uptown. The train
was filled with working people on
their way home, and Helen found
herself wedged in between two
young girls, who were evidently
stenographers working in the same
building and who chattered unceas
ingly about their affairs.
Helen hung onto the long metal
pole that ran down from the ceiling
of the car, and at last, as the crowd
gradually thinned, sat down and
opened her magazine. If she had not
been engrossed in a story she would
have, heard the conductor shout:
"Change for Broadway," but as it
was she was unconscious of the fact
that she had taken the I.,enox avenue
, train by mistake until she looked p
suddenly as they stopped at a station
•'that was strange to her.
Then the fact burst upon her. and
, she half rose from her seat only to
sink back again as the train started.
< Why had she done so foolish a thing
; to-night of all nights? A sob rose
In her throat, for she was nervous
i«nd tired, but she choked it back.
(The only thing to be done was to
get out at the next station and go
across town, but that would take a
'dreadful time, and in the meanwhile
'Warren would be home waiting for
his dinner. At the next station she
got out and hurried upstairs.
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"Where can I get a crosstown car?"
she asked of a boy who was lounging
at the top of the stairs smoking a
cigaret.
He smiled at her foolishly and
pointed across the street. Five or ten
minutes passed while she was waiting,
but at last a car came in sight, and
a few minutes later she was sinking
with a relieved little sigh into a seat;
and had opened her pocketbook for
the fare.
Her little purse was not in its ac
customed place and she searched
quickly In the bottom of her bag. The
conductor had passed on to collect
other fares and was now coming back
to her. Hurriedly she dumped the
contents of the pocketbook into her
lap, but there was no purse among the
things.
She was terribly disturbed, but at
last she found a solitary dime. Some
one had stolen her ptirse. She was
almost in tears when she finally
reached the apartment house.
Warren was in the living room
turning the paper over impatiently as
she entered the apartment. She dis
covered that she had forgotten her
key and Nora answered the door with
an* injured look on her face. Helen
remembered that she had promised
Nora to have dinner early so that she
might go to the moving pictures. The
discovery did not make her feel any
better.
In her own room Helen pulled off
her hat and fluffed up her hair with
her fingers.
"Bear, have you been waiting for
me long?" she said apologetically as
she hurried into the living room and
kissed Warren on the top of his head.
"I'm sorry, but everything seemed to
go wrong to-day. I suppose you're
starving. Let's go right on out to
dinner."
"I'd like to know where you've been
all this time," Warren answered
sarcastically. "I should think an
afternoon would be enough for a
shopping trip without extending it
into the night, too."
"It's been a horrid day," she fal
tered, "everything went wrong; I lost
my pocketboojv."
"Well, don't worry about it," said
Warren with gruff kindness; "how
much did you lose?"
"Twelve dollars, dear; isn't that
awful? I lost it in the subway when
I bought a magazine."
"Well, it couldn't be helped," said
Warren finally; "you'd better stop
crying or you'll wake up Winifred,
besides you'll have a headache and
keep me awake all night. You women
are all the same."
(Another Incident In this fascinating
series will appear here soon.)
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THE LAST SHOT
By FREDERICK PALMER i|
Copyright, 1814. by Cliarlea Scrlbner'a Sona. [
[Continued]
"When you sa.i. . brought on
this war to gratify your ambition. I
chose to be one of the weapons of
war; I fought for civilization, for my
home, with the only means I had
Again3t the wickedness of a victory of
conquest—the precedent of it In this
age—a victory which should glorify
such trickery as you practised on your
people."
"I should like to shoot you dead!"
cried Bellini.
"And you let me make love to you!"
Westerling said In a dazed, groping
monotone to Marta.
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.
(To Be Continued)
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