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RED OLOUD, NEBRA8KA, OHIEF l p55S55JB IKe Last Shot J FREDERICK PALMER j (Ooprrlght, Mi. hr Chtrlxa Mcrlbnor'a K.m.1 CHAPTER XXI Continued. "Wo nro going on, I and my guns, on to tho beat yut -on In thn pursuit! Nothing can atop uat Wo ehnll hit tho OrnyH no fast and hard thnt they can iiovor got tliolr machlno In ordor again. God bless you! Everything that Ib lino In mo will always think llucly of you! You and Lnnny two fixed starB for mot" "Tntlyl" Sho wbb radlnnt. "Truly?" ho asked wlntfully. "Yob, yes a yea aa real as the gunu!" "Then It helps! Oh, how It helps!" aha murmured almost inaudlbly. "Good-by! God bleBH you!" ho cried as ho Btartod to go, adding over his ahouldor morrlly: "I'll Bend you a pic ture postcard from tho Grays' capital or my guns parkod In tho palaco nquaro." Sho watched him leap tho garden wall a8 lightly an ho hud como and gallop away, an Inineisountlon of tho "gay, adventurous spirit of war, count ing death and wounds and hardship as tho delights of tho gamblo. Yes, ho would follow tho Grays, throwing shells In tho lrroflpoiiBlhlo Joy of toss ing confetti In n carnival. Pursuit! Waw Keller's tho Hontlment of tho armyT Wcro tho Urowus not to stop at tho frontier? Woro thoy to chnngo tholr Bong to, "Now wo huvo ours wo shall tako somo of theirs?" The thought was fresh fuel to tho live coalB that Htill remained under tho ashes. A brlgado commander and somo of his HtafT-olllcers near by foimed a group with faces Intent around an op orator who wa attaching his Instru ment to a lleld-wlro that had Just been reeled ovor tho hodgo. Marta moved toward them, but puused on hearing an outburst of Jubilant exclamntloiiB: "A hundred thousand prisoners!" "And llvo hundred guns!" "Wo'ro coming In on their froutler II along tho lino!" "It's Incrcdlblo!" "Hut tho word Is olllclal It's right!" Kroni mouth to mouth a hundred thousand prisoners, llvo hundred guns tho nowa was paseed In tho garden. Eyes dull with fatlguo began (lashing us tho Boldlers broko Into a cheer that wbb not lod, a cheor unlike any Mnrta bad heard boforo. It had tho high notes of men who wero weary, of a ter rible exultation, of spirit stronger than ' tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other exclamations from both olIlcerB and men expressed a hunger whetted by tho tasto of ono day's victory. "We'll go on!" "Wo'll mako pence In their cnpltul!" "And with nn indemnity that will Btaggor tho world!" "Nothing Is Impossible with I.nn Btron. How ho has worked It out baited thorn to their own destruction!" "A frontier of our own choosing!" "On tho next range. Wo will keep all that Btrotch of plain there !" "And tho river, too!" "Thoy shall pay pay for attacking uat" Pay, pay for tho drudgery, tho sleep less nights, tho dead and tho wounded for our dead and wounded! No mat ter about theirs! Tho ojllcore wero too Intent In their olatlon to obsorvo n young woman, Htnndlng quite still, her lips a thin lino and a deep blaze In nor oycB as sho looked this way and thnt nt tho field of faces, seeking somo dlssontlent, somo partisan of tho right. Sho wbb seeing tho truth now; tho cold truth, tho old truth to which alio had been untrue when Bho took Fel ler's place. Thoro could bo no cholco of Bides In war unless you believed In war. One who fought for pcaco must tako up arms against all armies. Hor Part as n spy appeared to hor clnd In a new kind of shame; tho desertion of hor principles. Nor did tho ofllcors objorvo a man of thlrty-llvo, wearing tho cords of tho Btaft and a general's stars, coming around tho corner of tho house. Car ta's feverish, roving glnuco had noted him directly ho was In sight. Ills face seemed to bu In keeping with the other fuces, In tho ardor of a hunt un finished; bond In blouso pockot, his bearing n Uttlo too easy to bo conven tionally military tho same Lnnny. Sho was dimly conscious of surprlso not to And him chungod, perhniw bo cau80 ho was unaccompanied by n re tinue or any other symbol of his power. Ho might have been coming to cnll on a Sunday afternoon. In that llrst gllmpso It was difficult to think of him as the commander of an army. Hut that ho was, sho must not forgot. Sho was shaken and trombllng; and a mist rose beforo her, so that she did not, bco him clearly w.hen, with a getj turo of rollef, ho saw hor. "Lnnstron!" exclaimed an ofllcer In tho first explosive broath of amaze ment on recognizing him; then ndded: "His Kxcollency, tho ehlof of staff!" Hut tho ono word, Lanstron, had been enough to thrill nil tho officers oiUnon and ramrod Haluten. Alarm noted tho deference of tholr glances u thoy covertly looked him ovor. "X wanted a gllmpso of tho front aa well as tho rear," Lanstron remarked In explanation of hie prescuco to the general of brlgado as ho passed on toward Martu, who was thinking that she, nt least, was not In awo of him; Bhe, nt least, suw cleurly and truly his purt. "Mnrta! Marta!" Lanstron's voice was tromulouB. na If ho woro In awo of hor, whllu ho drank In tho fact that sho was there before him at arms' length, afe, nllvo. Hlio did not offer her hand In greeting. Slio was Incapable of any movement, such was her emotion; mid ho, too, was held In a spoil, as tho reality of her, after all that had passed, lilted his eyes Ho waited for hor to speak, but hIio was silent. "Malta that bandago! You have been hurt!" ho exclaimed. "It'H tho fashion to bo wounded," sho caid, eyebrows lifted nml lushes low ered, with a nervous Hinllo. "I ulnvod Florence Nlghtlngulo, tho natural wom an's part, I bollevo. Wo Bhould never protest; only nurso tho vIctlmB of war. After helping to send men to death 1 went unucr llro myself, and and that helped." "Yes. that would help," ho agreed, wincing as from a knlfo thrust. Her old taunt: sending men to death and taking no risk himself! Sho eaw that ho winced; alio realized that sho hnd Htayed words that woro about to come In n flood. Sho wiib marshaling her thoughts to begin when tho brlttlo sllenco wns broken by n rumbling of voices, a stirring of feet, und a cheer. "Lanstron! Lnnstron! Hurrah for Lanstron!" Tho soldiers In tho garden did not bother witli any "Your Excellency, tho chief of staff" formula when word had been paesed of his presence Mnrta looked around to seo tholr tempestu ous enthusiasm nB thov tossed tholr caps In tho nlr and sent up their spon taneous tributo from tho depths of their lungs. Conquoror and hero to tho living, but tho dead could not speak, whispered somo fiend In her heart. Lanatron uncovered to tho demon titration impulsively, when tho conven tional military acknowledgment would have been a salute. Ho always looked moro like tho real Lanny to her with his forehead bare. It completed tho ensemble of his sensitive features. Sho flaw that ho wns blinking almost boy ishly at the compliment nnd noted tho Ilttlo deprecatory shako of his head, as much us to say that they wero mnklng a mistake. "Thank you!" ho cnllod, and tho cheoilneas of hla volco, sho thought, expressed his real self; tho delight of victory and tho glowing anticipation or further victories. "Thank you!" called the private with a big voice. "Yes, thank you!" repented somo of tho officers In quick appreciation of n compliment us real as human courage. Ho stood smiling for a momont In reply to their smiles; then, still smil ing, but lu n different way, ho said to Marta: "Ah you say, thnt helps!" with n nod toward tho bandago on her forenrm. and hurriedly turned away. She saw him Involuntarily clutch tho wrist above the pocket of his blouso to "You Have Been Hurt," claimed. He Ex- still tho twitching; but boyond thnt thoro wiih no further sign of emotion ns ho wont to the tolophono. Instantly he was through ho started toward tho pass road, not by tho path to tho steps, but by leaping from torrnco to terraco and waving his hand gayly to tho sol diers as ho wont. Tho officers stared nt tho sight of a chief of staff break lng away from his communications In this unceremonious fashion. They saw him securo a horse from a group of cnvalry officers on tho toad and gal lop away. Marta having beeu the object of Lnustron's attention now becamo tho object of theirs. It was good to seo a woman, n woman of tho Hrowns, nfter tholr period of separation from foml nlno socloty. Sho found hersolf hold ing an Impromptu teceptlon. Sho hoitrd Homo other self answering tliolr polite quostlons; while a fear, a imw kind of fear, was taking hold of hor real self; a fear Inexplicable in- rat aldloUHly growing. Lanstron wns Btlll In tbo officers' minds after hie strange nppearanco nnd stronger departure. Tajc tiognn to talk o. him, nnd Marta listened. "Ho Bald something about being a freo mnn now!" "Yes, ho looked as eaeer as a tnr. rlor after rats." "Ho ktinwB what ho Is doing. Ho boob ho far uhcad of what we nro thinking thnt It's useless to guws his object. Wo'll understand when It's done." "How Ilttlo sldo ho has! So per fectly Hlniplo. Ho hardly aecmB to reallzo tho Immensity of his success. In fact, nono of us realizes It; it's too enormous, overwhelming, HUddcn!" "And no nerves!" Of couruo. they Kuessed nothlnt? nf Mnrtn's part In his success. Tho very things they wero saying about him built up n figure of tho typo whoso character sho had keenly resented a few minutes before. "Hut, Miss Gnlland. vou seem to know him far bettor than wo. This le not nows to you," remarked the brl gado commander. "Yob. I Haw tho accident of his first flight when his hand was Injured," she Bald, and winced with horror. Never had tho plcturo of him aB ho rose from tho wreck appeared so dlBtlnct. She could see every detail of hla looks; feel his twinges of pain while ho emilcd. Was tho rovolatlon the more vivid bccniiBo It had once occurred to her Blnco tho war began? It abut out tho presence of tho officers; she no longer heard what thoy woro say ing. Ulack fear was enveloping her. Vaguely sho understood that they wero looking nway at something. Sho heard tho roar of artlllory not far dis tant and following their gnzo toward tho knoll whoro Dellarmo's men had received their baptism of fire, now un der n canopy of ahrapnol amoko. "That's about their last stand in thn tangent, their laet Bnarl on our soil," remarked tho brlgado commander. "And wo'ro raining shells on It!" Bald his aldo. "With our glasses wo'll bo ablo to watch tho Infantry go In." "Yea, very well." "Wo'ro all used to how It feels, now wo'll seo how It looks at a, dlstanco," piped ono of tho soldiers. Not until ho had shouted to them did thoy notlco a division stnff-offlcer who had como up from tho road. Ho hnd a pleco of astounding nowe to Im part beforo ho mentioned official busi ness. "What do you think of this?" he cried. "Nothing could stop him! Lan stron yes, Lnnstron has gono Into that charge with tho African Braves!" "Why?" Marta heard tho officers around her asking after their fexcla matlons of amazement at tho news that LanBtron was going In tho charge "Why should tho chief of staff risk his life in this fashion?" Mnrta know. All her taunts about sending othcra to death from his office chair, uttered aa tho fugitive sarcasm of a mood, recurred In tho merciless hnmmerbeat of recollection. For a moment alio wns aghast, Bpeechlesa. Then the officers, occupied with tho atartllng nowa, heard n volco, wrenched from a dry throat In an guish. Haying: "Tho telephone! Try to reach him! Tell him ho must not!" "Wo can hardly say 'must not' to a chief or staff." said tho general auto matically. "Tell him I nsk him not to! Try to reach him try you can try!" "Yes, yes! Certainly!" exclaimed tho general, turning to the tolophono operator. Ho had seen now whnt tho younger men had seen nt n glnnco. Thoy were recalling Lanstron's relief at seeing her; how ho hnd passed them by to speak to her; tho Intensity of the two In their almost wordless meeting. Her bloodless lips, tho Imploring pns slon In her oyes, hor quivering Impa tience told tho rest. "Division headquarters!" called the operator, "Thoy'ro getting brigade headquarters," ho added whllo ho waited In silence. "Hrlgado headquar ters saya tho Hraves have no wlro. It's too lato. The charge Is starting." "So It Is!" cried ono of tho subal terns. "Look! Look!" MnrJa looked toward tho rising ground this side of the knoll in time to seo bayonots flnBh In tho waning nftemoon sunlight and disappear as they descended tho Blopo. "Thero! Thoy'ro up on tho othor slopo without Btopplng!" exclaimed tho general. "Quick! Don't you wnnt to seo?" Ho offored his glasses to Marta. "No I con boo well enough," ahe murmured, though tho lnndscnpo was moving boforo her eyes In giddy waves. "Tho madness or It! Tho whole slopo Is peppered with tho fallen!" "Whnt n cost! Magnificent, but not wnr. Carrying their flag In the good old way, right nt tho front!" "Heavens! I hopo thoy do It!" "Tho ting's down!" "Another man has it It's up!" "Now now splendid! They'ro In! "So thoy nro! And tho flag, too!" "Yes, what's left nro In!" "And Lanstron wns there In that!" "What If" "Yes, tho chler or staff, the head of tho urmy, In an affair Hko that!" "Tho mind of tho army tho mind thnt was to direct our advance!" "When all tho honors of tho world nrn his!" Their words woro acld-tlpped nee dles knitting back and forth through Mnrtn's brain. Was Lnnny one of thoso black Bpocks thnt peppered tho slopo? Was ho? Wns ho? "Telophono and -and seo If Lanny Is is killed!" sho begged. "I'll tro I'll an out thorn wlutiv. tu Ib!" pho Bald Incoherently, Btlll look ing townrd the knoll with glazed oyes She' thought sho wus walking fast as Bho Htnrted for tho garden gate, but really sho wbb going slowly, atum bllngly. "I think you had better atop her If you can," said tho general to his aldo. The aldo overtook her at tho gate. "Wo shall know about his excellency beforo you can find out for yourself," ho said; nnd, young himself, ho could put tho sympathy of youth with ro mance Into his tone "You might miss tho road, even miss him, when ho was without a scratch, and bo for hours In Ignorance," ho explained. "In a few minutes wo ought to havo woid." Marta sank down weakly on tho tongue of a wngon, overturned against tho garden wall in the meleo of tho re treat, and leaned her shoulder on tho wheel for support. "If tho women or tho Grays waited rour weokB," ahe Bald with an effort nt atolclsm, "then 1 ought to bo ablo to wait a few minutes." "Depend on me. I'll bring news as soon aB there Ib any," the aid con- Marta Sank Down Weakly. eluded, und, seeing that sho wished to be alone, ho left her. For tho first tlmu she had real ob livion from tho memory of her deceit or Westerllng, the oblivion or drenr. hoart-pulllng suspense. All tho good times, tho Bweotly companionable times, sho and .Lanny had had to gether; all his flashcB or courtship, hla outburst In their last Interview In the nrbor, when she had told him that It alio found that she wanted to come to him she would como In a flame passed In review under tho hnrd light of her petty Ironies nnd sarcasms, which had tho false ring ot coquetry to her now, genuine aa they had been at -tho time. Through her varying moods sho had really loved him, nnd tho thing that hnd slumbored In her becamo tho drier ruel for tho flame perhaps too lato. Without him whnt then? It seemed that tho fatality that had let him es cape miraculously from the aeroplane nccldent, made him chief or staff, and brcrtight him victory, might well chooso to ring down tho curtain of destiny for him lu the chargo that drove tho last foot of the Invader off tho soil or tho Browns. ... A voice was calling. . . . Sho heard It haz ily, with a sudden nccess of giddy fear, beforo it becamo a cheerful, clar ion cry thnt seemed to bo repeating a messago that had already been spo ken without her understanding It. "He's sare, safe, safe, Miss Galland' Ho was not hit! He Is on his way back and ought to bo hero very soon!" Sho heard herself saying "Thank you!" But that was not ror some time. Tho aide was ulrondy gono. Ho had had his thanks in the effect or tho news, which mado him think that u chler or staff should not receive con gratulations for victory alono. Lnnny would return through the garden. Sho remained leaning against tho wagon body, still faint from hap piness, waiting for him Sho was drawing deeper and longer broaths that wero velvety with tho glow of sunshine. A flnme, the llnmo that Lanny had desired, of many gentlo yet pnsslonnto tongues, leaping hither nnd thither in glad freedom, wns In pos session of hor being. When his figure appeared out of the darkness tho flamo swept her to hor feot nnd to wnrd him. Though ho mlght reject her ho should know thnt Bho' loved htm; this glad thing, after all tho ahnmo alio had endured, Bhe could confess triumphantly, f But she stopped short under tho whip of conscience Whoro was her courago? Where hor aonso of duty? Whnt right had sho, who had, -played such a horrible part, to think of self? Thero wero other sweothearts with lovera allvo who might bo dead on tho morrow If wnr continued. Tho flame sank to a llvo coal in her secret heart. Another passion possessed her as she solzcd Lanstron's hand in both her own. "Lanny, listen! Not tho sound of n shot for tho first tlmo Blnco tlw war began! Oh, tho blessed alienee! It's peaco, peaco Isn't It to bo pcaco?" As thoy nBconded tho stops sho wns pouring out a flood of bro ken, foverlsh sentences which per l1 of no InturruntJan. "Ynu Want i?r on fighting today, fcm ywi wont t morrow, will you! It Isn't I who plead It's tho women, more women than there nro men In the army, who wnnt you to slop nov Can't you hear them? Can't you see them?" In the forvor of nppcnl, beforo ahe rcnllzed his purpose, thoy wero on tho veranda and at tho door of tho dining-room, whoro the Brown Btnff was gathered around tho tnblo. ''I atlll rely on you to help mo, Mar ta!" ho whispered as ho Btood to ono side for hor to enter. CHAPTER XXII. The Last Shot. "Miss Gnlland!" Blinking ns she camo out of tho dnrkneBB Into tho bright light, with n lock of hor dow-sprlnkled dark hair freo and brushing her flushed cheek, Ainrta saw the division chiefs of tho BrowtiB, nfter their start when Lan stron apoke her name, all atand at tho aalute. looking nt her rnthor than nt him. Tho reality in the flesh of tho woman who hnd boon a comrade In service, sacrificing her sensibilities for their cause, appealed to them as a true likeness of tholr conceptions of her. In their eyes alio might read tho flneat thing that can pass from man's to woman's or rrom man's to man's. These woro tho strong men of her peo ple who had driven the burglar rrom her house with tho sword or Justice. Their tribute had tho atcadfnat loyalty of soldiers who wero craving to do anything In the world thnt sho might asK, whether to go on their knees to her or to kill dragons for her. "I may come In?" she nsked. "Who ir not you la entitled to tho privilege or tho Btnff council?" ex claimed tho vice-chief. Tho others did not propose to let him do all tho honors. Each mur mured words of welcome on hla own account. "We nro here, thanka to you!" "And, thunks to you. our flag will float over the Gray range!" She must bn tired, wnn thnlr nsrt thought. Four or flvo of them hurried to place a chair for her, tho vico-chlof winning over his rivals, more through tho exercise of the rlghta of rank than by nny superior alacrity. "You ore appointed nctual chief of Btaff and a field marshal!" said tho vice-chief to Lanstron. "Tho premier saya that every honor tho nntlon can bestow Is yours. Tho capital is mad. Tho crowds are crying: 'On to tho Gray capital!' Tomorrow Is to bo a public holiday and they are calling it Lanstron Day. Tho thing was bo sudden that tho apeculatora who de pressed our securities In the world's markets have got their due ruin! And we ought to get an Indemnity that will pay tho cost of the war." Seated at ono aide. Mnrta could watch all that passed, herself unob served. Sho noted a touch of color como to Lunstron's cheeks as ho mado a little shrug of protest. Then sho Haw their faces grow busi nesslike and keen, as they gathered around the table, with Lanatron nt tho head. They wero oblivious of her presence, immured In a man's world of war. "Your orders wore obeyed. We havo not passed a single whlto post yet!" snld tho vice-chief Impatiently "As tho Grays never expected to tako tho defensive, tholr fortresses uro In ferior F2very hour wo wait means moro time for them to fortiry, more time to recover rrom their demorali zation. Our dirigibles having com mand or tho air wo had a wireless from one reporting all clear half-way to tho Gray capital why, wo shall know their concentrations whllo they aro Ignorant of ours. It's tho nntlon'3 great opportunity to gain enough provinces to oven tho balanco or popu lation with the Grays. With the unre mitting offensive, blow on blow, using tho spirit of our men to drive in mass attacks at the right polntB, tho Gray range labours !" Marta scanned the facea or tho stafi for some sign of dlsaent only to find nothing but the nrdor of victory catl ing for moro victory, which reflected tho feeling or tho coursing crowds In tho cnpltul. Though Lanny wlshod to stop the war, ho was only a chip on the crest or a wave. Public opinion, which hnd mndo him nn Idol, would discard him ns soon as ho ceased to bo a hero lu tho likeness or Its desires. She saw him nloor aa tho others, in preoccupation, bent over tho map out lining tho plan or attack that they had worked out while awnltlng tholr chief's return from tho charge. He wnB taking a papor from his pocket and looking from ono to nnothor of his collcngues studiously; nnd alio waa conacloua of that determination In hla amllo which alio had first seen when ho rose from the wreck or hla plane. "Thla ia rrom Pnrtow: n messago for you and tho nation!" ho an nounced, ns ho spread a row thin, type written pages out on the tablo. "I was under promlso never to reveal Its contents unless our nrmy drovo tho Grays back across tho frontier. Tho original la in the staff vaults, I have carried this copy with mo." At the mention in nn arresting tone of that name or tho dead chler, to which tho day'e events had given tho prestige of ono or tho heroes or old, thero was gravo attention. (TO HE CONTINUED.) A Common Falling, A couplo of visitors from n rural dis trict wero in tho strangerri' gallery in tho houso of commons trying to rec ognize their member on tho floor. "I can't dlstjngulsh him," said ono, after a hopeless visual observation. "Of courso not," wns tho honest reply. "Ho enn't even distinguish himself." Tit-Bits. ' I M TAX Oil M UK Untruthful Reports Circulated by Interested Parties. Defaming a neighbor at tho expense of the truth does not help thoso who are guilty of tho prnctlco, nnd it may ba said that thoso spreading falso re ports about Canadian lands, in the hopo that thoy may secUro customers for their own, will certainly fall of thclfr purpose. Falso statements so maliciously circulated will sooner or later bo disproved. And, as in the enso of tho landa of Western Canada, mo lerumy oi wnicn is now ao won known to peoploof every state-' In tho United Statea, trio folly of this work Bhowa nn exceeding short sighted nesa on tho part of thoso guilty of the practice. Tho present war has given some of theso peoplo tho opportunity to exer else their art, but in doing it they are only arousing the curiosity of those who read tho statements and a trlQIog investigation will only reveal their un truthfulness. A very foolish statement has re cently appeared In a number of pa pers, reading in part ns follows: "It Is bolieved that as a result of the war tax on land imposed by tho Cana dian Government a number of former Dakota farmers who went to the Brit ish Northwest will bo compelled to re turn to the United States. 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