Wewoka Democrat (Wewoka, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 5, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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to°y*ya*z/ar*i tr cnVfLa Mvane/W Jonu/ pRODERICK PALMER
In this story Mr. Pslmsr. ths
rotert war correspondent, hss paint-
ed wsr as he has seen It on many
battlefields, end between meny na-
tions. His Intimate Knowledge of
armies and armaments has enabled
him to produce a graphic picture of
the greatest of ell were, and hie
knowledge of conditions has lad
him to prophesy an end of armed
conflicts. No man Is better quali-
fied to write the story of the final
world war than Mr. Palmer, and
he has handled his subject with •
master hand.
1 CHAPTER I.
A Speck In the Sky.
It Marta who first saw the speck
In the *k>. ll«*r outcry and her bound
from her seal at the testable brought
her mother ami t'olonel Westerling
after her outo the lawn, where they |
became motionless figures, screening
their eyes with their hands. The uewr-
est and most wonderful thing In the
world at the time was this speck ap-
pearing above the Irregular horizon of
the Brown range, in view; of u 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-
batloral commissions of surveyors to
the nicety of an Inch’s variation. In
the very direction of the speck’s flight
-ft spur of foot-hills extended Into the
that stretched away to the Orgy
distinct at the dlatance of
miles In the bright afternoon
light. Faithful to their part In refus-
ing to climb, the white posts circled
^around the spur, hugging the levels,
if In the lap of the spur was La Tlr,
'the old town,' and on the other side
'.of the boundary lay 8outh La Tlr, the
?n»w town. Through both ran the dusty
jrlbbon of a road, drawn straight across
'the plain end over the glietening
l thread of a river. On Its way to the
'pass of the Brown range It skirted the
'garden of the Oallands. which roan lu
• terraces to a seventeenth-century
'house overlooking the old town from Ue
outskirts They were such e town, such
a road, such a landscape as you may
see oa many European frontiers. The
Christian people who lived in the re-
gion were like the Chrletlaa people
you know Tf you look for the realities
of human nature under the surface dif-
ferences of language end habits.
Beyond the house rose the ruins of a
castle, Its tower still Intact. Marta al-
ways referred to the castle as the
baron; for In her girlhood she had a
way of personifying all Inanimate
things. If the caetle walla were cov-
ered with hoar frost, she said that the
baron was shivering; If the wind tore
around the tower, she said that the
baron w&a groaning over the demo-
cratic tendencies of the time. On such
a summer afternoon as this, the barou
was growing old gracefully, at peace ■
with his enemies.
Centuries older than the speck In
the eky was the baron; hut the pass
road was many more, countless more,
oenturleB older than lie. It had 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
the range. All the blood sited there
wou’d make a red river, inundating the
plain.
■‘B“»i je the old baron, we are par- j
vsnus," Marta would say. "And what I
a parvenu the baron would have been
to the Roman aristocrat!"
"Our family la old enough—none
older in the province!" Mrs Gallant!
would reply. "Marta, how your mind
does wander! I'd get a headache Just
contemplating the things jou are able
to think of in five minutes."
The first Galland had built a house
on the land that his king had given 1
him for one of the most brilliant feats 1
of arms in the history of the pass.
Even the tower, raised to the glory
of an older family whose descendants.
If any survived, were unaware of their
lineage, bad become known as the
Galland tower. The Oallands were
rooted in the soil of the frontier; they :
were used to having war's hot breath j
blow past their door; they were at I
home In the language and customs of
two peoples; theirs was a peculiar tra-
dition. which Marta had absorbed with
her first breath. Town and plain and
range were the tlrst vista of landscape
that she had seen; doubtless they
would be the last.
One or two afternoons a week Col-
onel Hed worth Westerling. commander
of the regimental .poBt of the Grays on
the other Bide of the white poets,
etretched his privilege of crossing the
frontier and appeared for tea at the
Oallands. It meant a pleasant half-
hour breaking a long walk, a relief
from garrison surroundings, and In
view of the order, received that mom-
lag, this was to be a farewell call.
He had found Mrs. Galland an agree-
able reflection of an aristocratic past.
[Tho daughter had what ha defined
Vaguely an girlish piquancy. He found
fet amusing to try to answer her un-
Magi questions; ha liked the variety
|ghir laveative mind, with its flaabaa
0t downright matterof-factnees.
Not ahtU tea wag aarvad did ha man-
: ..MS i
Uoa his new assignment; he was going
to the general staff at the capital. Mrs.
Galland murmured her congratulations
In conventional faahlon.
Marta's chair was drawn back from
the table. She leaned forward la a
favorite position of hers when she was
Intensely interested, with hands
clasped over her knee, which her
mother alwaye found aggravatlngly
tomboylsh. She had a mass of lustrous
black hair and a mouth rather large
in repose, but capable of changing
curves of emotion. Her large, dark
eyes, luminously deep under long
lashes. If not the rest of her face, had
beauty. Her head waa bent, tbe
lashes forming a line with her brow
now, and her eyes had the still flame
of wonder that they had when she
was looking all around a thing and
through It to find what It meant.
“Some day you will be chief of staff,
the head of Gray army!'* abe suddenly
exclaimed.
Westerling started as tf he had been
surprised In a secret. Then he flushed
slightly.
■’Wh; T" he asked with forced care-
lessness. “Your reasons? They're more
Interesting than your prophecy.”
"Because you have the will to be.”
she saltjl without emphasis, In tbe Im-
personal revelations of thought. “You
want power. You have ambition.”
He looked the picture of It, with his
square Jaw, his well-moulded head set
close to the shoulders on a sturdy
neck, his even teeth showing ns hla
lips parted in an unconscious smile.
‘‘Marta, Marta! She la—Is so «-
plosive," Mes. Galland remarked apolo-
getically to the colonel.
“I asked for her reasons. I brought
It on myself—and It la not a bad com-
pliment, " he replied. Indeed, he bad
never received one so thrilling.
Ills smile, a emfle well pleased with
Itself, remained as Mra. Galland began
to talk of other things, and Its linger-
ing satisfaction disappeared only with
Marta's cry at sight of the epeck in
the sky over the Brown range. She
was out on the lawn before the others
had risen from their seats.
“An aeroplane! Hurry!" she celled.
How fast tbe speck grew!
Naturally, the business of war.
watching for every Invention ghat
might serve Its ends, was the first
patron of flight. Captain Arthur Lan-
stron, pupil of a pioneer aviator, had
been warned by him and by the chief
of staff of the Browns, who was look-
ing on. to keep In a circle close to the
ground. But he was doing so well
•‘It
Muet Be Bandaged—I’m
ing to Faint.’*
Not Go-
that he thought he would try rising a
little higher. The summits of the range
shot under him, unfolding a variegated
rug of landscape. He dipped tbe planes
slightly. Intending to follow the range's
descent and again they answered to
his deeire. The tower loomed before
him as suddenly as If it had been shot
up out of the earth. He must turn,
and quickly, to avoid disaster; he must
turn, or he would be across the white
poets In tbe enemy's country.
“Oh!” groaned Marta and Mrs. Gab
land together.
In an agony of euapense they saw
the fragile creation of cloth and bam-
boo and metal, which had seemed as
secure as an albatross riding on tha
lap of a steady wind, dtp far over,
careen back In the other direction, and
then the whirring nolee 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 ban stopped!" exclaimed
Westerling. any trace of emotion in
bis observant imperturbability that of
satisfaction that tha machine was the
enemy's. He was thinking of tha as*
hlbitlon, not of the man la the ma-
chine.
Marta was thinking of the man who
was sbout to die. Bhe rushed down the
terrace steps wildly, as If her going
and her agonised prayer could avert
the Inevitable. The plaue, descending,
skimmed tbe garden wall and passed
out of sight. She beard a thud, a crack-
ling of braces, a ripping of cloth, but
no cry.
Westerling had started after her. ex-
claiming. "This Is a case for first mid!"
while Mrs. Galland, taking the steps
as fast as she could, brought up the
rear. Through the gateway In the gar-
den wall could be seen the shoulders
of a young ofllaer, a streak of red
coursing down his cheek, rising from
(be wreck. An Inarticulate sob of re-
lief broke from Marta's throat, fol-
lowed by quick gasps of breath. Cap-
tain Arthur La natron was looking luto
the start'ed eyes of a young girl that
seemed to reflect his own 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 wall and made an easy bump."
He got one foot free of the wreck
and that leg was all right. Bhe shared
his elation. Then he found that tbe
other was uninjured, Just as abe 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 had not as yet felt
any pain from the injury. Now he re-
garded it la a kind of awakening stare
of realisation of a deformity to come.
"Wool-gathering again!” be mut-
tered to himself crossly.
Then, seeing that she had turned
white, he thrust the disgusting thing
behind his back sad twinged with the
movement. The pain waa arriving.
“It must be bandaged! 1 have a
handkerchief!" she begged. ‘‘I'm not
going to faint or anything like that!”
"Only bruised—and It's the left. 1
am glad It was not the right,” be re-
plied. Westerling arrived and Joined
Marta In offers of assistance Just aa
they heard the prolonged honk of an
automobile demanding the tight of
way at top speed la the direction of
the pass.
"Thank you, but they're coming for
me,” said Lanstron to Westerling as
he glanced up the road.
Westerling was looking at the wreck.
Lanstron, who recognised him as an
officer, though In mufti, kicked a bit of
the torn cloth over some apparatus to
hide It. At this Westerling smiled
faintly. Then Lanstron saluted as of-
ficer to officer might salute across tbe
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, his physical vitality so evi-
dent, and the captain of the Browns,
some seven or eight years the Junior,
bareheaded, in dishevelled fatigue
uniform, his lips twitching, his slender
body quivering with the pain that he
could not control, while his rather
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 s kind of chal-
lenge in their glances; the challenge
of an ancient feud of their peoples;
of the professional rivalry of polite
duellists. Lanstrop's slight figure
seemed to express the weaker number
of the three million soldiers of the
Brcwns; Weeterllng’s bulkier one. the
four million live hundred thousand or
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 for you
and me, isn't it?” Lanstron replied,
his voice thick with pain as be forced
a smile.
There was no pose In bis fortitude.
He was evidently disgusted with him*
self ower the whole business, and be
turned to the group of three officers
and a civilian who alighted from a big
Brown army automobile as if ha were
prepared to have them say their worst.
They seemed between the impulse of
reprimanding and embracing him.
”1 hope that you are not surprised at
the result,” said the oldest of the of-
ficers, a man of late middle age, rather
affectionately and teastngly. He wore
n single order on hie breast, a plain
Iron cross, and the insignia of his rank
was that of a field-marshal.
"Not now. I should be again, sir.”
said Lanstron, looking full at the field-
marshal in the appeal of one asking
for another chance. *T was wool-gath-
ering. But I shall not wool-gather next
time. I‘v« got a reminder more argent
than a string tied around my linger."
“Yes, that hand needs Immediate at-
tention." said the doctor. He and an-
other officer began helping Lanstron
Into the automobile.
"Oood-by!" he called to the young
girl, who was still watching him with
big, sympathetic eyes. “I am coming
back aoon and land la the Bald, there,
and when I do. I’ll claim B hunch of
flowers,”
**Uo! What fual" aha cried, aa tha
car started.
“The field marshal waa Partow. their
chief of staffr’ Westerling asked.
“Yes.” said Mra. Oallaad. ”1 remem-
ber wbea ha waa a young Infantry offi-
cer before the last war, before be had
won tha Iron cross and become so
great Ha area not of an army family
—a doctor's son. hot vary clever and
skilful.”
"Oetting a little old for hlo work!"
remarked Westerling. “But apparent-
ly he is 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 Mra-Oalland, who knew
war. She had seen war raging on the
pass road. ‘‘Lanstron, the young man
said his name was,'' shs resumed alter
s pause. "No doubt the Lanstron# of
Thorbourg. An old family and many
of (hem in (he army."
"The way he refused (o give In—that
was fine!” said Marta.
Wi striding. who had been engrossed
in his own thought*.. looked up.
"Courage I the cheapest thing nn
army has! You can get hundreds of
young officers who are glr.d to take s
risk of (hat kind. The thing Is.” and
his llngere pressed In on the palm of
his hand in a pounding gesture or the
Forearm, "to direct and command—
head work -organization!”
"If wur should come again—” Marta
begun. Mrs. Galland nudged her. A
Brown never mentioned war to an offi-
cer of the Grays; It was not at all In
the accepted proprieties. Hut Marta
rushed on: "Bo many would be en-
gaged that it would be more horrible
than ever."
"You cannot make omelets without
breaking eggs,” Westerling answered
with suave finality.
“The aeroplane will take Its place aa
an auxiliary,” be went on, his mind
still running on the theme of her
prophecy, which the meeting with Lan-
stron 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 off. He did not ac-
company Mrs. Galland and Marta back
to the house, but made bis adieus at
the garden-gate.
‘Tm sure that I shall never marry a
soldier!" Marta bufst out as she and
her mother were ascending the steps.
with a
CHAPTER II.
Tan Years Later.
His Excellency the chief of staff of
the Grays was seldom in bis office. His
Excellency had years, rank, prestige.
The breast of his uniform sagged with
the weight of his decorations. He a^
peered for the army at great func-
tions; hla picture was In the shop-
windows. Hedworth Westerling, tho
new vice-chief of staff, was content
with this arrangement. His years
would not permit him tho supreme
honor. This was for a figurehead, while
ha had the power.
His appointment to tha staff ten
years ago hsd given him (ho field ha
wanted, the capital itself, for the play
of his abilities. His vital energy, hie
Impressive personality, his gift for
courting the Influences that counted,
whether man's or woman’s, his astute
readiness la stooping to some meas-
ures that were in keeping with tbe
tlmee but uot with army precedent,
had won for him tbe 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 were bitter he crowd-
ed out of his way.
In the adjoining room, occupied by
Westerling, the walls were bung with
the silhouettes of Infantrymen, such
as you see at maneuvers. In different
positions of tiring, crouching in shal-
low trenches, standing in deep
trenches, or lying flat on the stomach
on level earth. Another silhouette,
that of an infantryman running, was
peppered with white points In arms
and legs and parts of the body that
were not vital, to show In bow many
places a man may be bit with a small-
caliber bullet and still survive.
In this day of universal European
conception. If Westerling were to win
In war it would be with five millions—
five hundred thousand more than when
he faced a young Brown o^cer over
tbe wreck of an aeroplane—including
the reserves; each man running, firing,
crouching, as was tbe figure on the
wall, and trying to give more of the
white points that peppered the sil-
houette than he received.
Now Turcas, the assistant vice-chief
of staff, and Bouchard, chief of the di-
vision of Intelligence, standing on
either side of Westerling’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 influence were
agalnet him. A lath of a man and stiff
as a lath, pale, with thin, tightly-drawn
Bps, quiet, steel-gray eyes, a tracery of
bine veins showing on hla full temples,
ha suggested the ascetic no less than
the soldier, while hla incisive brevity
of speech, flavored now and then with
pungent humor, without any inflection
In hla dry voice, waa in keeping with
hla appearance. Ha arrived with tbe
clerks in the morning and frequently
remained after they wars gone. As a
master of detail Westerling regarded
him aa an invaluable assistant, with
certain limitations, which ware those
of the pigeonhole and tha treadmill.
Aa for Bouchard, nature had meant
him to ha a wheal honq Ha had aster
had any hog)
clothed la cbala
mastiff’s devotion la Its
chief. . ^
‘‘Since Laastroa became chief of m-
telllgeaco of the Browns Information
seams to have stopped." said Waster-
ling, but not complalnlngly. Ha appre-
ciated Bouchard's loyalty.
"Yes, they say ha even burns hla
laundry bills, ha la so careful." Boa-
chard replied.
"But that we ought to know," Wea-
ter ling proceeded, referring very !•**-
sistently to a secret of tbe Browns' |
which bad baffled Bouchard. "Try a
woman," be went on with that terse,
hard directness which reflected one of
his sides. “There Is nobody 11 ha a
woman for that sort of thing. Spend
enough to get the right woman.”
Turcaa and Bouchard exchanged a
glance, which rasa suggestively from
tbe top of the head of tha seated vice-
chief of staff. Turcas smiled slightly,
while Bouchard waa graven aa usual.
"You could hardly reach Lanstron
though you spent n queen’s ransom.”
said Bouchard In hla literal fashion.
*T should aay not!” Westerling ex-
claimed. "No doubt about Lanatron’a
being all there! I saw him ten years
ago after hla Drat aeroplane flight un-
der conditions that proved It. How-
ever, he must havs susceptible subor-
dinates."
"We’ll set all tha machinery »•
hsv-j to work to find one, air,” Bou-
chard replied.
“Another thing, we must dtsmlaa any
Idea that they are concealing either
artillery or dirigibles or planes that
we do not know of," continued Wester-
ling. "That Is a figment of our appro-
henalona. The fact that we find no
truth In the rumors proves that there
la none. Such things are too Important
to be concealed by one army from an-
other."
“Lanstron certainly cannot carry
them In hla pockets." remarked Tur-
caa. "Still, wa must be sure,” ha
added thoughtfully, more to hlsnaelf
than to Weatarling, who had already
turned hla attention to a document
which Turcaa laid on the dash.
"The 128th Regiment has bean or-
dered to South La Tlr. but no order
yet given for the 132d, whose place It
takee,” he explained.
"Let It remain for the present 1”
Westerling replied.
After they had withdrawn, tbe look
that passed between Turcas and Bou-
chard waa a pointed question. The
132d to remain nt South La Tlr! Was
there something more than “newspa-
per talk” In this latest diplomatic
crisis between the Grays and tha
Browns? Westerling alone waa la tha
confidence of the premier of late. Any
exchange of Ideas between tha two
subordinates would be fruitless sur-
mise and agalnat tha vary Instinct of
staff secrecy, where every man knew
only hla work and asked about no one
else‘a.
Westerling ran through the papers
that Turcas bad prepared for him. If
Turcaa hsd written them, Westerling
knew that they were properly done.
Having cleared bis desk Into the bands
of his executive clerk, be looked at tlie
clock. It had barely turned four. Ha
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
this 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 massaa
of highly trained men, with rapid
transportation over good roads, com-
plete equipment, thorough organisa-
tion, backed by generous resources. In
tbe cataclysm of two great European
power*.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ELECTRICITY IN RAIN DROPS
German Scientist Has Measured the
Charge—Describes Results of Hla
Investigation.
Rain drops are almost always
charged with electricity. The charge
is often positive, rarely negative.
Many observers have measured the
charge approximately and made it
from 0.000.000,000,000.000,01 to 0.000,-
000,000,000,001 amperes per square
centimetre. Prof. F. Herath of Kiel
describes In the Revue Electriqne the
experiments by which be has meas-
ured them.
He received the rain on a fine me-
tallic cloth 26 metres square insulat-
ed and attached to a galvanometer In
a cellar. The galvanometer registered
photographically. Among tho facta ha
proves are these:
Rains with a constantly positive
charge are much more frequent than
those that change to n negative. The
passage from a positive to a negatlvi
charge corresponds to a momentary
cessation of the shower. The quanti-
ty of positive electricity brought by
the ihln la fifteen times greater than
that of tha negative. The positive
currents In a steady rainfall are about
0.000.000.000.000.0004 amperes per
square centimetre; the negative cur-
rents never exceed 0.000,000,000,000^
001 amperes per square oeutimetre.
Where tease Reformeee ffrr.
▲ reformer usually has big Mean.
Frequently he Insists on proceeding
on a wholesale heals Instead of n*
■tag a small hat active boslaaaa reg-
elating hla own faults.
Hme for
Action
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Important experiments have recent-
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trays, as has been the custom hereto-
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Adv.
The Pioneer Mother.
The school children of California
are saving up their pennies to pay
for tbe monument to tbe pioneer
mother which is to be erected by
Charles Gradfley for the Panama-Pa-
cific exposition. Tbe woman's board
of the exposition suggested that such
a statue bo erected and tbe children
were the first to respond, sending in
an avalanche of pennies. The cen-
tral figure is that of the pioneer moth-
er dressed in a homespun gown and
at her knees are two sturdy little
children.
Tbe average woman may not be
much at mathematics, but she does a
lot of figuring in trying to perfect
her figure.
One company alone has installed
more than 400 automatic railroad stok-
ers on locomotives in this country.
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Harrison, Luther. Wewoka Democrat (Wewoka, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 5, 1914, newspaper, November 5, 1914; Wewoka, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1137672/m1/2/?q=j+w+gardner: accessed June 21, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.