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The Last Shot
PALMER
(Copyright. iyi4. by Charles Scribner'e Son )
SYNOPSIS.
Stranaky to hiB rifle The nontpncr
wan spoken In the mldat of a Halvo of
nhrapnel cracks, which he did not
hear. He heard nothing, thought noth-
ing, except to kill.
The (Jray batterien on the plain,
having taken up a new position and
being reinforced, played on the crest
at top speed instantly the (Jray line
rose and started up the slope at the
At their hom - on t! • frontier I.oIwppm
the Browns and Gray* M:t i la < Jail >: v • !
.her mother, entertaining < lon-l W i i
ling of thr Grays, < uptain I./.mst -n.
•taff Intelligen t .ifflcer f th. Hrown
■Injured by a fall in his u 'r<>i uih •
"years later WesterllnK nominal * !<•«• bu
,r«al chii f or staff. relnfoi <*n S • .th ! •
ITlr, meditates on war and kp*-• 'ilat. s on
the comparative ag«-s ■ f Imh' lf and Mar
ta. who Is visiting In the (Jray ipital
MYsterling calls on Marta SI., tells hlni
k>f her teaching children the tollies of • > run \\ ith 11 j • purpose of confusing
find martial patriotism, l>< • hlni t pre ,|0 less than killing, they used percus-
vent war while he Is < ht f <>f tatT. and * ,
gion, which burst on striking the
ground, as well as shrapnel, which
burst by a time fuse In the air. Foun-
tains of sod and dirt shot upward to
meet descending sprays of bullets The
concussions of the earth shook the
aim of Dellarme's men, blinded by
smoke and dust, as they fired through
a fog at bent figures whose legs were
pumping fast in dim pantomime.
Hut the guns of the Hrowns, also,
have word that the charge has begun.
The signal corporal is waiting for the
gesture from I>ellarme agreed upon as
an announcement. The Hrown artil-
lery commander cuts his fuses two
hundred and fifty yards shorter He,
too, uses percussion for moral effect.
Half of the distance from the foot
to the crest of the knoll Fracasse's
men have gone in face of the hot, si/
zling tornado of bullets, when there is
a blast of explosions in their faces
with all the chaotic and irresistible
force of a volcanic eruption. Not only
are they in the midst of the first lot
of the Hrowns* shells at the shorter
range, but one Gray battery has either
made a mistake in cutting its fuses or
struck a streak of powder below stand-
ard. and itl; shells burst among those
whom it is aiming to assist
The ground seems rising under the
teet of Fracasse s company; the air is
split and racked and wrenched and
torn with hideous screams of invisible
demons The meij stop; they act on
the uncontrollable instinct of self-pres-
ervation against an overwhelming
force of nature. A few without the
power of locomotion drop, faces
pressed to the ground. The rest tlee
toward a shoulder of the slope
through the instinct that leads a
hunted man in a street into an alley
In a confusion of arms and legs, press
ing one on the other, no longer sol
diers, only a mob, they throw them
selves behind the first protection that
offers itself. Fracasse also runs. He
runs from the flame of a furnace dooi
predicts that If he makes war i.gainst th.-
Jirowns he will not win. 1 n. ti > nni-h
with the 53d of the Browns l'rl\ «t.• St ran
pky, Anarchist, decries war and j.la • <i
*>ut patriotism and Is pla< ed undn arrest
s^olone! lAnstron overhearing t egs htm
[Off. LAnstron calls on Marta ;«t her home
Jle tAlks with Feller, the gardener Marta
fells IiAnstron that she believes Keller to
!be n spy. Lanntron conf. — < It I true
1/Anstron shows Marta a telephone which
Feller has concealed In a .* ret i .^sag.-
|under the tower for use t- benefit ti"
fUrowns In war emergencies I.anstron de
-elares hlH love for Marta Westerllng and
'the Gray premier plan to use a trivial In
•ternatlonal affair to foment warlll"- pa
trlotlsm In army and people and strlk. he
ffore declaring war. Partow. Hrown <hlef
•of staff, and l^anstron, made let . .lis ss
fthe trouble, and the Hrown defense** Par
tow reveals his plans to I anstron The
Gray Army crosses the border line and at
ftacks. The Browns check then Artil-
lery, Infantry, aeroplanes and dlrlglhh s
iengn^e fltranaky, rising to make the
(anarchist speech of his life, draws the
•Gray artillery fire Nicked hv a shrapnel
•splinter he goes Berserk and fights "all
man."
CHAPTER IX—Continued.
But would one? He understood
rthnt with their smokeless powder the
•Gray guns could be located only by
•their flashes, which would not be vis
1ble unless the refraction of light were
(favorable. Then "thur-eesh thur
^esh" above every other sound in a
long wail! No man ever forgets the
flrst crack of a shrapnel at close quar
ters. the first bullet breath on his
cheek, or the firBt supporting shell
•from his side in flight that passes
above him.
"That is ours!" called Dellarme
"Ours!" shouted the sergeant
"Ours!" sang the thought of every
one of them
Over the Gray batteries on the plain
en explosive ball of smoke hung in
the still air; then another beside it
"Thureosh — thur-eesh thur-eesh,"
the screaming overhead became a gale
that built a cloud of blue smoke over
the offending Gray batteries beauti
ful. soft blue smoke from which n
epray of steel descended. There was
no spotting the flashes of the Hrowns'
guns in order to reply to them, for 8U^en^ "iriilw" open
they were under the cover of a hill.
using indirect aim as nicely and ac-
curately as if firing point blank The
^gunners of the Gray batteries could
not go on with their work under such
a hail-storm; they were checkmated.
They stopped firing and began moving
to a new position, where their com-
mander hoped to remain undiscovered
long enough to support the 1 l!8th by
loosing his lightnings against the de-
fenders at the critical moment of the
next charge, which would be made as
noon as Fracasse's men had been rein
forced.
There was an end to the concus
eions and the thrashing of the air
around Dellarme's men, and they had
the relief of a breaking abscess in the
ear. Hut they became more conscious
of the spits of dust in front of their
faces and the passing whistles of bul-
lets. In retur.ii. they made the sec- |
lions of Gray infantry in reserve rush
lng across the levels, leave man gray
was the nearest to the enemy of any
man of the 128th, and he certainly
had passed through a gamut of emo-
tions In the half hour since Eugene
Aronson had leaped over a white post.
"Confound it! If we'd kept on we'd
have got them! Now we have to do
it all over again!" growled Fracasse
distractedly as he looked around at
the faces hugging the cover of the
shoulder—faces asking, What next?
each in its own way ; faces blank and
white; faces with lips working and
eyes blinking; faces with the blood
rushing back to cheeks in baffled an
ger. One, however, was half smiling
Hugo Mallin's.
"You did your share of the running.
I'll warrant, Mallin!" said Fracasse
excitedly, venting his disgust on a
particular object
"Yes, sir," answered Hugo. "It was
very hard to maintain a semblance of
dignity. Yes, sir, I kept near you all
the time. Wasn't that what you wanted
me to do, sir?"
Three or four men burst Into a hys-
terical laugh us if something had bro-
ken in their throats Everybody felt
better for this touch of drollery except
the captain. Yet, possibly, it may
have helped him in recovering his
poise. Sometimes even a pin-prick
will have this effect.
"Silence!" ho said in his old man-
ner. "I will give you something to
joke about other than a little setback
like this! Get up there with your
rifles!"
He formed the nucleus of a firiug-
line under cover of the shoulder, and
then set the remainder of his com-
pany to work with their spades niak-
The Gray batteries have ceased fit
ing; certain gunners' ears burn under
the words of inquiry as to the cause
of the mistake from an artillery com
mander. Dellarme's men are hugging
the earth too close to cheer. A desire
to spring up and yell may be in their
hearts, but they know the danger of
showing a single unnecessar> inch of
their craniums above the sky line The
sounds that escape their throats are
those of a winning team at a tug of
war as diaphragms relax
With the smoke clearing, they see
20 or oft Grays plastered on the slope
at the point where the charge was
checked Every one of those prostrate
forms is within fatal range Not one
moves a finger; even the living are
feigning death In the hope of surviv-
ing Among them is little Peterkln,
so faithful In forcing his refractory
legs to keep pace with his comrades.
If he is always up with them they will
never know what is in his heart and
„ . . _ . , call him a coward. As he has been
lumps behind. Hut 1 racasse s men at
^ , ; knocked unconscious he lias not been
the pell-mell retreat.
His first stabbing thought on coming
, . to was that he must be dead; but. no;
shells now"'spoke the thought , f l>el ttag ,,pe„lll(. „v..s ,„,.Ux wMh
lame's men. which he had anticipate.! ,uM u v,„.nd<-<l!
by a word to the signal corporal, who | lu„ ,lnA1,r ,mo,„ ,us
the foot of the slope poured in a heav- |
ler and still heavier fire
"Down there's where we need the
waved his flag one two three four
—five times Come oi . now. with
more of your special brand of death,
fire-control officer! Your own head is
above the sky-line, though your guns
are hidden. Five hundred yards b«
yond the knoll is the range! Come
on!
He came with a burst of screams so
low in flight that they seemed to
brush the back of the men's necks
with a hair broom at the rate of a
thousand feet a second. Having
watched the result, Dellarme turned
He had not pow
hands in order to feel where, and when
they grew alive enough to move, what
he saw in front of him held them
frigidly still His nerves went search
ing from his head to his feet and
miracle of heaven! found no point of
pain or spot soppy with blood. If he
were really hit there was bound to be
one or the other, he knew from read
ing.
Between him and the faces of the
Hrowns yes, the actual, living, terri-
ble Browns- above the glint of their
rifle barrels, v as no obstacle that
A Blood Curdling Burst of Whistles
Passed Over His Head.
ing a trench. The second battalion of
the IDSth, which faced the knoll, was
also digging at the base of the slope,
and another regiment in reserve was
deploying on the plain. After the fail-
ure to rush the knoll the Gray com-
mander had settled down to the busi-
ness of a systematic approach.
And what of those of Fracasse's
men who had not run but had dropped
In their tracks when the charge halt-
ed? The\ were between two lines of
| fire There was no escape. Some of
the wounded had a mercifully quick
end, others suffered the consciousness
of being hit again and again; the dead
were bored through with bullet holes.
In torture, the survivors prayed for
death : for all had to die except Peter-
kin. the pasty-faced little valet's son.
Peterkln was quite safe, hugging the
' bottom of the shell crater under a
: warm of hornets. In a surprisingly
<hort time he became accustomed to
the situation and found himself raven-
ouslv hungry, for the strain of the last
12 hours had burned up tissue. He
took a biscuit out of his knapsack and
beiian nibbling it, as became a true
rodent.
CHAPTER X.
u heavenly blue to Dellarme's men
"They are going to start for us
soon! Oh, but we'll get a lot of
them!" whispered St musky gleefully
to his rifle.
Dellarme glanced again toward the
colonel's station. No sign of the re
tiring flag He was glad of that He
did not want to fall back In face of
wttb a confirmatory gesiure *hk-h .he , ou](, # bu|,et th „ more
corporal 'radiated Into the wlswan than thr(1(, feet „ wa3 H (,rat,r
of -Correct The shrapnel smoke ,na,le by H ,hell burst. The black cir
hanging over 1* racasse s men appeared , pje of every rauzzl(, on tll0 creBt
seemed to be pointing at him When
were they going to shoot? When was
he to be executed? Would he be shot
In many places and die thus'' Or would
the very first bullet go through his
head? Why didn't they fire? What
were they waiting for'' The suspense
was unbearable. The desperation of
overwhelming fear driving him in irre-
a charge; to have his m« n silhouetted sponsible impulse, he doubled up his
in the valley as they retreated. And legs and with a cat's leap sprang for
the Grays would not endure this show-
er-bath long without going one way or
the other. He gave the order to fix
bayonets, and hardly was it obeyed
when he saw flashes of Bteel through
the shrapnel smoke as the Grays fixed
theirs. The Grays had 500 yards to
go, the Browns had the time that it
takes running men to cover the dis-
tance in which to stop the Grays.
-We'll spear any of them who has
the luck to get this for!" whispered
the crater.
A blood curdling burst of whistles
passed over his head as a dozen rifles
cracked. This time he was surely
killed' He was in some other world'
Which was It, the good or the bad?
The good, for he had a glimpse of blue
sky. No that could not be, for he had
been alive when he leaped for the
crater, and there he was pressed
against the soft earth of its bottom.
He burrowed deeper blissfully. He
Marta's First Glimpse of War
As Marta and the children came to
the door of the chapel after the recl-
tation of the oath, she saw the civil
popu ation moving along the street in
the direction of the range There was
nothing for Marta to do but start
i homeward. The thought that her
mother was alone made her hasten at
a pace much more rapid than the pro-
cession of people, whose talk and ex-
clamations formed a monotone audi-
ble in its nearness, despite the continu-
ous rifle-fire, now broken by the pound-
! ing of the guns
"It's all done to beat the Grays, isn't
it. Miss Galland? They are trying to
take our land," said Jacky Werther
as Marta parted from him.
"Yes, it Is done to beat the Grays,"
she answered "Good luck, Jacky!"
Yes, yes, to beat the Grays! The
same idea—the fighting nature, the
brute nature of man animated both
sides Had the Hrowns really tried for
peace? Had they, in the spirit of her
oath, appealed to Justice and reason?
Why hadn't their premier before all
the world said to the premier of the
Grays, as one honest, friendly neigh-
bor to another over a matter of dis-
pute:
"We do not want war. We know
you outnumber us, but we know you
would not take advantage of that. If
we are wrong we will make amends;
If you are wrong we know that you
will. Let us not play tricks in secret
to gain points, we civilized nations,
but be frank with each other. Let us
not try to irritate each other or to in-
fluence our people, but to realize how
much we have in common and that
our only purpose is common progress
and happiness."
At the turn of the road in front of
the castle she saw the gunners of the
batteries making an emplacement for
their guns in a field of carrots that
had not yet been harvested. The roots
of golden yellow were mixed with the
tossing spadefuls of earth.
A shadow like a>great cloud in mad
flight shot over the earth, and with the
gunners she looked up to see a Gray
dirigible. Already it was turning
homeward; already it had gained its
object as a scout. On the fragile plat-
form of the gondola was a man, seem-
ingly a human mite aiming a tiny toy
gun His target was one of the Brown
aeroplanes.
"They're in danger of cutting their
own envelope! They can't get the an-
gle' The plane is too high!" ex-
claimed the artillery commander. Hoth
he and his men forgot their work in
watching the spectacle of aerial David
against aerial Goliath. "If our man
lands with his little bomb, oh, my!"
he grinned. That's why he is so
high He's been waiting up there."
Pray God he will!" exclaimed one
of the gunners.
"Look at him volplane—motor at
full speed, too!"
"Into it" Making sure! Oh. splen—
O!" cried the artillery commander.
A ball of lightning shot forth sheets
of flame Dirigible and plane were
hidden in an ugly swirl of yellowish
smoke, rolling out into a purple cloud
that spread into prismatic mist over
the descent of cavorting human bodies
and broken machinery and twisted
braces, flying pieces of tattered or
burning cloth. David has taken Goliath
down with him in a death grip.
An aeroplane following the dirigible
as a screen, hoping to get home with
information if the dirigible were lost,
had cm aped the sharpshooters in the
church tower bv flying around the |
town. However, it ran within range of
the automatic and the sharpshooters
on top of the castle tower. They failed
of the bull's-eye, but their bullets, rim
tning the target, crippling the motor,
and cutting braces, brought the crum-
pling wings about the helpless pilot
The watching gunners uttered "Ahs!"
of horror and triumph as they saw him
fall, gliding this way and that, in the
agony of slow descent
"Come, now!" called the artillery
commander. "We are wasting pre-
cious time."
Entering the grounds of the Galland
house, Marta had to pass to one side
of the path, now blocked by army
wagons and engineers' materials and
tools Soldiers carrying sand bags
were taking the shortest cut, tram-
pling the flowers on their way.
"Do you know whose property this
is?" she demanded in a burst of an-
ger.
"Ours the nation's!" answered one,
perspiring freely at his work. "Sor-
ry'"' he added on second thought.
Already parts of the first terrace
w ere shoulder-high with sand bags and
one automatic had been set in place,
Marta observed as she turned to the
veranda. There her mother sat in her
favorite chair, hands relaxed as they
rested on its arms, while she looked
out over the valley in the supertran-
quillty that comes to some women
under a strain—as soldiers who have
been on sieges can tell you that some
psychologists interpret one way and
some another, none knowing even
their own wives
"Marta, did any of the children
come?" Mrs Galland asked in her
usual pleasant tone. So far as she
was concerned, the activity on the
terrace did not exist. She seemed ob-
livious of the fact of war.
Marta's monosyllable absently an-
swering the question was expressive
of her wonder at her mother. Most
girls do not know their mothers much
better than psychologists know their
wives.
"Marta. whatever happens one
should go regularly about what he j
considers his duty," said Mrs Galland.
"They have been as considerate as
they could, evidently by Colonel Lan-
stron's orders," ehe proceeded, nod-
ding toward the industrious engineers.
"And they've packed all the paintings
and works of art and put them in the
cellar, w here they will be safe."
The captain of engineers in com-
mand, seeing Marta, hurried toward
"Miss Galland, isn't it?" he asked.
"I have been waiting for you. 1—I—
well, I found that I could not make
the situation clear to your mother."
"He thinks me in my second child-
hood or out of my head," Mrs. Galland
explained with a shade of tartness.
"And he has been so polite In trying
to conceal his opinion, too." she added
with a comprehending smile.
The captain flushed in embarrass-
ment.
"I—I can't speak too strongly," he
declared when he had regained his
composure "Though everything seems
to be safe here now, it may not be in
an hour. You must go, all of you.
This house will be an inferno as soon
as the 63d falls hack, and I can't i>os-
slbly get your mother to appreciate
the fact, Miss Galland."
"Hut 1 said that I did appreciate it
and that the Gallands have been la
infernos before—perhaps not as bad
as this one that is coming—but, then,
the C.allands must keep abreast of the
times," replied Mrs. Galland. "I have
asked Minna and she prefers to re-
main. 1 am glad of that. I am glad
now that we kept her. Marta. She is
as loyal as my old maid and the butlc r
and the coOk were to your grand
mother in the last war. Ah, the Gai-
lands had many servants then!M
"This Isn't like the old war. This
place will be shelled, enfiladed! And
you two—" the captain protested des-
perately.
"I became a Galland when I mar-
ried," said Mrs. Galland, "and the
Galland women have always remained
with their property in time of war.
Naturally, I shall remain!"
"Miss Galland, it was you—your in-
fluence I was counting on to—" The
captain turned to Marta in a final ap-
peal.
Mrs Galland was watching her
daughter's face intently.
"We stay!" replied Marta, and the
captain saw in the depths of her eyes,
a cold blue-black, that further argu-
ment was useless.
Now came the sweep of a rising roar
from the sky with the command to at-
tention of the rush of a faBt express-
train past a country railway station.
Two Gray dirigibles with their escort
of aeroplaues were bearing toward the
pass over the pass road. The auto-
matic and the riflemen in the tower
banged away to no purpose, but the
central sections of the envelope of the
rear dirigible had been torn in shreds;
it was buckling. Clouds of blue shrap-
nel smoke broke around its gondola.
A number of field-guns Joined forces
with a battery of high-angle guns in a
havoc that left a drifting derelict; the
remainder of the squadron had com-
pleted its loop and was pointing
toward the plain.
From a great altitude, literally out
of the blue of heaven, high over the
Gray lines. Marta made out a Hrown
squadron of dirigibles and planes de-
scending across the track of the
GraVs.
The Gray dirigibles, stern on, were
little larger than umbrellas and tHe
planes than swallows; the Brown diri-
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Defends American Boys.
Mrs. Joseph Gazzam of Philadelphia
gays that when she was in llerlin and
Dresden she heard much criticism of
the way in which Americans coddla
their boys, and the Germans declared
that if ever tins Americans expected to
do any fighting they must change their
methods of training boys. Mrs. Gaz-
zam replied that much as American
boys are "coddled," no one ever heard
of an American girl cleaning her
brother's boots. Our men may be
spoiled, she said, but not at the ex-
pense of the girls.—Woman's National
Weekly.
She Looked Up to See a Gray Dirigible
glhles, side on, were big sausages and
their planes specks. To the eye, this
meeting was like that of two small
tloclis of soaring birds apparently un-
able to change their course. Hut
imagination could picture the fearful
clash of forces, whose wounded would
find the succor of no hospital except
impact on .he earth below
Marta put her bands over her eyes
for only a Becond, she thought, before
she withdrew them in vexation—
hadn't she promised herself not to be
cowardly?—to see one Drown dirigible
and two Hrown aeroplanes ascending
at a sharp angle above a cloud of
smoke to escape the high-angle guns
of the Grays.
"We've got (hem all! No lips sur-
vive to tell what the eye saw!" ex-
claimed the engineer captain, his
words bubbling with the Joy of water
In the sunlight. "As I thought," he
continued In professional enthusalsm
and discrimination.
With high-power binoculars glued to
his eyes, he then turned to see if the
faint brown line of Dellarme's men
were going to hold or break. If it
held, he might have hours In which
to complete his task; If it broke, he
had only minutes.
Marta came up the terrace path
from the chrysanthemum tied in time
to watch the shroud of shrapnel smoke
billowing over the knoll, to visualize
another scene In place of the collision
of the squadrons, and to note the cap-
tain's exultation over Fracasse's re-
pulse.
"How we must have punished them!"
he exclaimed to his lieutenant. "Hew
we must hare mowed them ilwwn!
Lanstron certainly knew what he win
doing."
"l'ou mean that he knew how we
should mow them down?" asked Marta.
Not until she spoke did he realize
that she waB standing near him.
"Why, naturally! If we hadn't
mowed them down his plan would
have failed. Mowing them down was
the only way to hold tham back," he
sal<l; and seeing her horror made
haste to add: "MiBB Galland, now you
know what a ghastly business war la.
It will be worse here than there."
"Yes," she said blankly. Her color
loss cheeks, her drooping underllp con
vinced him that now, with a little
show of masculine authority, he would
gain his point.
"You and your mother must go!" he
said firmly.
ITO BK CONTINUKDJ
Getting Rough With Juanita.
Small .Mary, w ho had been taught to
read by the modern "sounding-out"
system, was amusing herself by sing-
ing the school songster from cover to
cover. Presently, as she reached
"Juanita," one heard coming in her
binllike little voice from the depths
of the big armchair:
"In the dark I slammed her."
A startled parent found that the
line really read:
"In thy dark eyes' splendor."
Logical.
Nurse—Goodness me, what 'ave you
been doing to \our dolls?
Joan—Charley's killed them. He said
they were made ill Germany, and how
wer we to know they weren't spies?
—Punch.
Many a candidate who imagines the
eyes of the whole world are upon him
isn't even known outside of his om
precinct.
To Build
Strong
Children
Supply their growing bodies
with right food, so that Brain,
and Muscle, and Bone devel-
opment may evenly balance.
Grape-Nuts
FOOD
was originated to supply, in
proper proportion, the very
elements required by the
human body (or growth and
repair.
To supply children a dish
of Grape-Nut# and cream
for breakfast regularly, is to
start them on the road to
sturdy health.
"There's a Reason"
for
Grape-Nuts
Sold by grocers.
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The Yukon Sun (Yukon, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 1, Ed. 1 Friday, December 11, 1914, newspaper, December 11, 1914; Yukon, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc126990/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.