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The Last Shot
FREDERICK PALMER
8YNOP8I8.
At their home on the frontier between
the Browne end Oraya Merle "Jalland <1
her mother, ontertalnlng Colonel \\ eater
ling of the Oraya, Captain I -a net ron.
Staff Intelligence officer of the Browne.
Injured by a fall In hla aeroplane Ten
years later Weeterllng, nominal vice but
real Chief of staff. reinforce* Bouth I -a
Tlr. meditate* on war. and speculates on
the comparative agea of himself and Mar-
ts, who Is visiting In the dray capital.
Weeterllng falls on Msrta Hlie tells him
of her teaching children the follies of war
and martial patriotism, begs him to pre-
vent war while he la chief of staff, and
predict* that If hs makes wsr against the
Browns he will not win.
CHAPTER III—Continued
(Copyright. 1914. by Charles Scribner's Sons)
again. You are not through traveling!"
he added.
This aroused her afresh; the flame
was back In her eyea.
"Yeg. I have all the memories of my
Journeys to enjoy, all their lessons to
Btudy," she said. "There Is the big
world, and you want to have had the
breath of all Its climates In your lungs,
the visions of all Its peoples yours.
Then the other thing is three acres
and a cow. If you could only have the
solidarity of the Japanese, their pub-
lic spirit, with the old Chinese love of
cathedral
BEAVER COUNTY REPUBLICAN. GRAY. OKLAHOMA.
ctsm of an Immortal event In popular | —and aeroplanes and dirigibles!" said
Imagination In hearing of the old man the manufacturer s son.
as he lived over that intoxicated rush To the death, too!"
of horses and men Into a battery of , And not for glory • We of the 63d
the Grays. ! who ,lv® on the 'rentier will be flght-
"Well, didn't you find what 1 said j Ing for our homes "
was true about the lowlanders?" asked "If we lose them we ll never get
grandfather after he had flnlshed the them back. Better die than be beaten!"
charge, referring to the people of the | Herbert Stransky. with deep-set
•outhern frontier of the Browns, where eyes, slightly squinting Inward, and a
the 53d had Just been garrisoned. j heavy Jaw, an enormous man who was
"No, I kind of liked them. 1 made a : the beat shot In the company when
lot of friends." admitted Tom. "They're j he cared to be. had listened In silence
very progressive." ! to the others, his rather thick but ex-
' Eh. eh? You're Joking!" To like presslve lips curving with cynicism,
the people of the southern frontier was His only speech all the morning had
only less conceivable than liking the , been In the midst of the reception In
people of the Grays. "That's because the public square of the town when he
you didn't see deep under them, said:
They're all on the outside—a flighty "This home-coming doesn't mean
lot! Why, If they'd done their part j much to me. Home? Hell! The
In that last war we'd have licked the hedgerows of the world are my home!"
Grays until they cried for mercy! If He appeared older than his years,
their army corps had stood Its ground and hard and bitter, except when his
at Volmer—" eyes would light with a feverish aort
"8o you've always said." interrupted of Are which shone as he broke Into
Tom. a lull In the talk.
"And the way they cook tripe! I "Comrades." he began.
"You think I am Joking?" she asked.
"Why, yes!"
"But I am not! No, no, not about
such a ghastly subject as a war to-
day!" She was leaning toward him,
hands on knee and eyes burning like
coals without a spark. "I"—Bhe paused
as she had before she broke out with
ths first prophecy—"! will quote part
of our children's oath: i will not be
a coward. It Is a coward who strikes
first. A brave man even after he re-
ceives a blow tries to reason with his
assailant, and does not strike back un-
til he receives a second blow. 1 shall
not let a burglar drive me from my
house. If an enemy tries to take my
land I shall appeal to his sense of Jus-
tice and reason with him. but If he
then persists I shall fight for my
home. If I am victorious I shall not
try to take his land but to make the
most of my own. I shall never croas a
frontier to kill my fellowmen.' "
Very Impressive she made the oath.
Her deliberate recital of It had the
quality which Justifies every word
with an urgent faith.
"You see. with that teaching there
can be no war," she proceeded, "and
those who strike will be weak; thoae
who defend will be stroug."
"Perhaps," he said.
"You would not like to see thou-
sands, hundreds of thousands, of men
killed and maimed, would you?" she
demanded, and her eyes held the hor-
ror of the sight In reality. "You can
prevent It—you can!" Her heart was
1b the appeal.
"The old argument! No, I should
not like to see that." he replied. "I
only do my duty as a soldier to my
country."
"The old answer! The more reason
why you should tell the premier you
can't! But there Is still another reason
for telling him," she urged gently.
Now he saw her not at twenty-seven
but at seventeen, girlish, the subject
of no processes of reason but in the
spell of an Intuition, and he knew that
something out of the blue In a flash
was coming.
"For you will not win!" she declared.
This struck fire. Square Jaw and
sturdy body. In masculine energy, reso-
lute and trained, were set indomitably
against feminine vitality.
"Yes. we shall win! We shall win!"
he said without even the physical dem-
onstration of a gesture and In a hard,
even voice which was like that of the
machinery of modern war Itself, a
voice which the aristocratic sniff, the
Louis XVI curls, or any of the old gal
lary-dlsplay heroes would have thought
utterly lacking In histrionics suitable
to the occasion. He remained rigid
after be had spoken, handsome, self-
possessed.
i There was no use of beating feml
nine flsts against such a stone wall.
The force of the male was supreme.
Bhe smiled with a strange, quivering
tooeenlng of the Hps. She spread out
her hands with fingers apart, as If to
1st something run free from them Into
the air, and the flame of appeal that
had been tn her eyes broke into many
lights that seemed to scatter Into
space, yet ready to return at her com-
mand. She glanced at the clock and
roee, almost abruptly.
"I was very strenuous riding my
hobby against yours, wasn't 1 ?" she ex
claimed In a flutter of dlatractlon that
made It easy for him to descend from
his own steod. "1 stated a feeling. I
made a guess, a threat about your
winning—and all to the air. That's a
woman's privilege; one men grant,
isn't It?"
"We enjoy doing so," he replied, ail
urbanity.
"Thank you I" she said simply. "1
must be at home in time for the chil-
dren's lesson on Sunday. My sleeper
Is engaged, and If I am not to miss the
train 1 must go Immediately."
With an undeniable shock of regret
he realised that the Interview was
over. Really, he had had a very good
time; not only that, but—
"Will It be ten years before we meet
again T' be asked.
"Perhaps, unless you change the
rules about officers crossing the fron
tier to take tea," she replied.
"Even If 1 did. the vlce-chier of staff
might hardly go."
"Then perhaps you must wait," she
warned blm, "until the teachers of
peace have done away with all fron-
tiers"
"Or, If there were war, 1 should
come!" he answered In kind. He half
wished that this might start another
argument and she would miss her
train. But she made no reply. "And
|ou may come to the Gray capital
family and peace, and
near-by on a hill! Patriotism? Why,
it is In the soil of your three acres. I
love to feel the warm, rich earth of our
own garden In my hands! Hereafter I
shall be a stay at-home; and If my chil-
dren win," she held out her hand In
parting with the same frank, earnest
grip of her greeting, "why, you will
flnd that tea is, as usual, at four-
thirty."
He had found the women of his high
official world—a narrower world than
he realized—much alike. Striking cer-
tain keys, certain chords responded.
He could probe the depths of their
minds, he thought. In a single evening.
Then he passed on, unless It was in
the Interest of pleasure or of his ca-
reer to Unger. This meeting bad left
his curiosity baffled. He understood
how Marta's vitality demanded action,
which exerted Itself In a feminine way
for a feminine cause. The cure for
such a fad was most clear to his mas-
culine perception. What If all the
power she had shown In her appeal for
peace could be made to serve another
ambition? He knew that he was
great man. More than once he had
wondered what would happen If he
were to meet a great woman. And he
should not see Marta Gallaud again
unless war came.
couldn't gtomach It, could you? And
If there's anything I am partial to It's
a good dish of tripe! And their light
beer like drinking froth! And their
bread—why, It ain't bread! It's chips!
'Taint fit for civilized folks!
"Let us heaV from the Socialist!" a
Tory exclaimed.
"No, the anarchlBt!" shouted a So-
cialist.
"There won't be any war!" said
Stransky. his voice gradually rising to
"But 1 sort of got used to their I the pitch of an agitator relishing the
ways," said Tom.
"Eh, eh?" Grandfather looked at
grandson quizzically, seeking the cause
of such heterodoxy in a northern man.
CHAPTER IV.
Times Have Changed.
The 53d of the Browns had started
for La Tlr on the same day that the
128th of the Grays had started for
South La Tlr. While the 128th was
going to new scenes, the 63d waB re-
turning to familiar ground. It had de-
trained in the capital of the province
from which Its ranks had been recruit-
ed. After a steep Incline, there was a
welcome bugle note and with shouts
of delight the centipede's legs broke
apart! Bankers', laborers', doctors',
valets', butchers', manufacturers' and
Judges' sons threw themselves down
ou the greensward of the embankment
to rest. With their talk of home, of
relatives whom they had met at the
station, and of the changes In the town
was mingled talk of the crisis.
Meanwhile, an aged man was ap-
proaching. At times he would break
into a kind of trot that ended, after a
few steps, in shortness of breath. He
was quite withered, his bright eyes
twinkling out of an area of moth
putchM. and he wore * frayed uniform
coal with a medal on the breast.
1b this the 63d?" he quavered to
the nearest soldier.
"It certainly Is!" some one answered.
Come and Join us. veteran!"
"is Tom—Tom Fraglnl here?"
The answer came from a big soldier,
who sprang to his feet and leaped to-
ward the old man.
"It's grandfather, as I live!" he
called out, kissing the veteran on both
cheeks. "1 aaw sister in town, and
she said you'd be at the gate as we
marched by."
"Didn't wait at no gate! Marched
right up to you!" said grandfather
"Marched up with my uniform and
medal on! Stand off there. Tom, so
I can see you. My word! You're blg-
ger'n your father, but not blgger'n I
was! No, sir, not blgger'n I was In
my day before that wound sort o' bent
me over. They say It's the lead in the
blood. I've still got the bullet!"
The old mau's trousers were thread-
bare but well darned, and the holes tn
the uppers of his shoes were carefully
patched. He had a merry air of op
timlsm. which bis grandson had In-
herited.
"Well, Tom, how much longer you
got to serve?" asked grandfather.
"Six months," answered Tom.
"On®, two, three, four—" grandfa-
ther counted the numbers off on bis
lingers. "That's good. You'll be In
time for the spring ploughing. My.
how you have filled out! But. some-
how, 1 can't get used to this kind of
uniform. Why, I don't see how a glrl'd
be attracted to you fellows, at all!"
"They have to, for we're the only
kind of soldiers there are nowadays.
Not as gay as In your day, that's sure,
when you were In the Hussars, eh?"
"Yes. I was In the Hussars -In the
Hussars! I tell you with our sabres
u gleaming, our horses' bits a Jingling,
our pennons a-flylng. and all the color
of our uniform—1 tell you, the girls
used to open their eyes at us. And we
went Into the charge like that yes.
sir. Just that gay and grand. Colonel
Oailand leading!"
Military history satd that It had
"But I Won't Fight for You!"
"Say, you ain't been falling In love?"
he hazarded. "You—you ain't going to
bring one of them southern girls
home?"
"No!" said Tom, laughing.
"Well. I'm glad you ain't, for they're
naturally light-minded. 1 remember
'em well." He wandered on with his
questlone and comments. "Is It a fact.
Tom, or was you Just Joking when you
wrote home that the soldiers took so
many baths?"
"Yes, they do."
"Well, that beats me! It's a wonder
you didn't sU die of pneumonia!" He
paused to absorb the phenomenon.
Then his half-childish mind, prompted
by a random recollection, flitted to an-
other subject which set him to gig-
gling. "And the little crawlers—did
they bother you much, the little crawl-
ers?"
"The little crawlers?" repeated Tom,
mystified.
"Yes. Everybody used to get 'em
Just from living close together. Had
to comb 'em out and pick 'em out of
your clothes. The chase we used to
call it."
"No, grandfather, crawlers have
gone out of fashion. And no more epi-
demics of typhoid and dysentery
either." said Tom.
"Times have certainly changed!"
grumbled Grandfather Fraglnl.
Interested In their own reunfbn, they
had paid no attention to a group of
Tom's comrades nearby, sprawled
around a newspaper containing the
latest dispatches from both capitals.
• Five million soldiers to our three
million!"
"Eighty million people to our fifty
million!"
"Because of the odds, they think we
are bound to yield, no matter If we are
In the right!"
"Let them come!" said the butcher's
son. "If we have to go. It will be on a
wave of blood."
"And they will come some time,"
satd the Judge s son. "They want our
land."
"We gain nothing If we beat them
back. War will be the ruin of busi-
ness," said the banker's son.
"Yes. we are prosperous now. Let
well enough alone!" said the manufac-
turer's son.
"Some say It makes wages higher,
said the laborer s son, "but 1 am think-
ing it's a poor way of raising your
pay."
"There won't be any war," said the
banker's son. "There can't be without
credit. The banking interests will
not permit It"
"There can always be war," said the
Judge s Bon, "always when one people
determines to strike at another people
—even If It brings bankruptcy."
"It would be a war that would make
rather foolish charge, a fine I all others in history a mere exchange
been a
example of the vainglory of unreason-
ing bravery that accomplishes nothing,
but no one would suggest such skeptl-
of skirmishes. Every able-bodied man
in Hue—automatics a hundred shots a
minute—guns a dozen shots a minute
sensation of his own words. "Patriot-
ism Is the played-out trick of the ruling
classes to keep down the proletariat.
There won't be any war! Why? Be-
cause {here are too many enlightened
men on both sides who do the world's
work. We of the 63d are a pro-
vincial lot, but throughout our army
there are thousands upon thousands
like me. They march, they drill, but
when battle comes they will refuse
to fight—my comrades In heart, to
whom the Hag of this country means
no more than that of any other coun-
try!"
"Hold on! The flag is sacred!"
cried the banker's son.
"Yes, that will do!"
"Shut up!"
Other voices formed a chorus of
angry protest.
"I knew you thought It; now I've
caught you!" This from the sergeant,
who had seen hard fighting against
a savage foe In Africa and there-
fore was particularly bitter about
the Bodlapoo affair. The welt of a
scar on the gaunt, fever-yellowed
cheek turned a deeper red as he seized
Stransky by the collar of the bloutfe.
Stransky raised his free hand as If
to strike, but paused as he faced the
company's boyish captain, slender of
figure, aristocratic of feature. His inr
dignatlon was as evident as the ser-
geant's, but he was biting his lipe to
keep It under control.
"You heard what he said, sir?"
"The latter part—enough!"
"It's lncltation to mutiny! An ex-
ample!"
"Yes, put him under arrest."
The sergeant still held fast to the
collar of Stransky'B blouse. Stransky
could have shaken himself free, as a
mastiff frees himself from a puppy
but this was resistance to arrest and
he had not yet made up his mind to
go that far. His muscles were weaving
under the sergeant's grip, his eyes
glowing as with volcanic fire waiting
on the madness of impulse for erup-
tion.
"I wonder if It Is really worth while
to put him under arrest?" Bald some
one at the edge of the group In amiable
inquiry.
The voice came from an officer of
about thirty-five, who apparently had
strolled over from a near by aeroplane
station to look at the regiment. From
hie shoulder hung the gold cords of
the staff. It was Col. Arthur Lanstron,
whose plane had skimmed the Gal-
lands' garden wall for the "easy
bump" ten years ago. There was some-
thing more than mere titular respect
In the way the young captain saluted
—admiration and the diffident, boylah
glance of recognition which does not
presume to take the lead In recalling
a alight acquaintance with a man of
distinction.
"Dellanne! It's all of two years
since we met at Miss Galland's, Isn't
It?" L*nstron said, shaking hands with
the captain.
"Yea, Just before we were ordered
south," said Dellarme. obviously
pleased to be remembered.
"I overheard your speech," Lanstron
continued, nodding toward Stransky.
"It was very informing."
A crowd of soldiers was now press-
ing around Stransky, and In the front
rank was Grandfather Fraglnl.
Said our flag was no better'n any
other flag, did he?" piped the old man.
Heat him to a pulp! That's what the
Hussars would have done."
if you don't mind telling It In pub-
lic, Stransky, I should like to know
your origin," said lanstron. prepared
to be as considerate of an anarchist's
private feelings as of anybody's.
Stransky squinted his eyes down ths
bony bridge of his nose and grinned
sardonically.
"That won't take long," he answered.
"My father, so far as 1 oould Identify
him, died in Jail and my mother of
drink."
"That was hardly to the purple!" ob-
served Lanstron thoughtfully.
"No. to the red!" answered Stransky
savagely.
"1 mean that It was hardly Inclined
to make you take a roseate view of life
as a beautiful thing In a well-ordered
world where favors of fortune are
evenly distributed." continued Lan-
stron.
"Rather to make me rejoice In the
hope of a new order of things—the
recreation of society!" Stransky ut-
tered the sentiment with the trium-
phant pride of a pupil who knows his
text book thoroughly.
By this time ths colonel command-
ing the regiment, who had noticed ths
excitement from a distance, appeared,
forcing a gap for his passage through
the crowd with sharp words. He, too.
recognized Lanstron. After they had
Bhaken hands, the colonel Bcowled as
he heard the situation explained, with
the old sergeant, «lll holding fast to
Stransky'B collar, a capable and In-
sistent witness for the prosecution;
while Stransky. the fire In his eyes
dying to cosls, stared straight ahead.
"It is only a suggestion, of course,
said Lanstron, speaking quite ae a
spectator to avoid the least indication
of Interference with the colonel's au
thorlty, "but It seems possible that
Stransky has clothed his wrongs in a
garb that could never set well on his
nature If he tried to wear it in prac-
tice. He Is really an Individualist. En-
raged. he would fight well. I should
like nothing better than a force of
Stranskys if 1 had to defend a redoubt
in a last stand."
"Yes. he might fight." The colonel
looked hard at Stransky'B rigid profile,
with its tight lips and chin as firm as
If cut out of stone. "You never know
who will flght In the pinch, they say
But that's speculation. It's the ex
ample that I have to deal with."
"He is not of the Insidious, plotting
type. He spoke his mind openly," sug-
gested Lanstron. "If you give him the
limit of the law. why. he becomes a
martyr to persecution. I Bhould say
that his remarks might pass for bar
rack-room gassing."
"Very well," said the colonel, taking
the shortest way out of the difficulty
"We will excuse the first offense."
"Yes. sir!" said the sergeant me-
chanically as he released his grip of
the offender. "We had two anarchists
In my company in Africa," he observed
in loyal agreement with orders. "They
fought like devils. The only trouble
was to keep them from shooting Inno-
cent natives for sport."
Stransky's collar was still crumpled
on the nape of his neck. He remained
stock-still, staring down the bridge of
his nose. For a full minute he did not
vouchsafe so much as a glance upward
over the change In his fortunes. Then
he looked around at Lanstron glower-
lngly.
"I know who you are!" he said.
"You were born In the purple. You
have had education, opportunity, posi-
tion—everything that you and your
kind want to keep for your k'.nd. You
are smarter than the others. You
would hang a man with spider webs
instead of hemp. But I won't fight for
you! No, I won't!"
He threw back his head with a de-
termination in his defiance so Intense
that it had a certain kind of dignity
that freed it of theatrical affectation.
"Yes, I was fortunate; but perhaps
nature was not altogether unkind to
you," said Lanstron. "In Napoleonic
times. Stransky, I think you might
even have carried a marshal's baton in
your knapsack."
"You—what rot!" A sort of triumph
played around Stransky's rull lips and
his Jaw shot out challenglngly. "No.
never against my comrades on the oth-
er side of the border!" he concluded,
his dogged stare returning.
Now the colonel gave the order to
fall In; the bugle sounded and the cen-
tipede's legs began to assemble on the
road. But Stransky remained a statue,
his rifle untouched on the sward. He
seemed of a mind to let the regiment
go on without him.
"Stransky, fall In!" called the ser-
geant.
' Still Stransky did not move. A com-
rade picked up the rifle and fairly
thrust it Into his hands.
"Come on. Bert, and knead dough
with the rest of us!" he whispered.
"Come on! Cheer up!" Evidently his
comrades liked Stransky. *
"No!" roared Stransky, bringing the
rifle down on the ground with a heavy
blow.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Evening.
TOOK AWAY HIS APPETITE
Lover of Mines Pis Msd Dsclded Ob-
jection to Sharing the Delicacy
With Restaurant Cat.
Until recently Detective Sergeant
Tim Bailey was a lover of mince pie.
Today if anyone offered him a bakery
full of mince pies he would turn on
his heel and do a quick countermarch.
Figuratively he has bad his fill of the
good old pastry.
At dinner time one day not long
ago Halley went Into a little reBtaurant
near the Hall of Justice. "Three
boiled eggs, a cup of Java and a 12 by
14 wedge of mince pie," he told the
waiter.
Bailey polished off the eggs and
coffee in great shape, and then at-
tacked the pie. He had Just begun
when a big black cat that had been
reposing on the counter a few feet
away awoke, stretched, struck at a
vagrant fly with a chubby paw, and
then leaped Into the display window
of the place. The window was laden
with delicacies to allure the hungry
passerby.
The first thing that Tabby made for
was the remains of the pie that had
been cut for Bailey. Kitty's first bite
was Bailey's last. He dropped his
fork with a bang, reached for his hat
and rushed up to the counter.
"Sa-a-y," he cried, "what are you
running here, a restaurant or a ken-
nel club?" He paid his bill, and was
away down the street before the
dazed keeper of the place could catch
his breath —New York Times.
A
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His night-clothes had to have mlttene
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and bleeding by morning. His cloth-
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trouble. His face and scalp were cov-
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"We tried different treatments but
none cured him. At three years old
we commenced the use of Cutlcura
Soap and Ointment. It took nearly a
year to effect a complete cure and he
never had anything like It since."
(Signed) Mrs. F. Scofield, Mar. 21,
1914.
Cutlcura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post-
card "Cutlcura, Dept. L. Boston."—Adv.
Lightly Clad.
"Anything on for today, Grayce."
"Only what you see."
"Ahem! That isn't much."
Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets regulate
and invigorate ■tomaeh, liver and bowels.
Sugar-coated, tiny granules, eaay to take.
Do not gripe. Adv.
Machinery has been Invented for
weighing and regulating the flow of
material over a belt conveyor.
Cain did not Invent war.
merely the first murderer.
He
8harpena ths Appetits.
Jokeleigb (visiting Subbubs)—"And
you have a grindstone, too. Will it
put an edge on a dull appetite?" Sub-
bubs—"Certainly! if you turn ths
handle long enough ''
One Way to Lengthen Life
Late In life, when the ornni begin to
weaken, the hard working kidneys often
tire out first.
Falling eyealgbt, atlff, achy Joints,
rheumatic paint, lame back and dlatreas-
lng urination are often due only to weak
kidneys.
Prevention is the beat cure and at mid-
dle age any algn of kidney weak neaa should
have prompt attention.
Dean's Kidney Pills have made life
more comfortable for thouaamla of old
fulka. It 1* the beat recommended special
kidney remedy.
A Kansas Case
J. T. Cannon.
409 S HrTtnth St .
Arkanaa* City,
Kan., aays "Hard-
ahlps durlns tn*
Clvtl War save me
kidney trouble. My
beck waa alwaya
lame and painful
and It waa hard
for me to walk. 1
waa ettft and lam<>
all over. Doan'r
Kldney Pllla re
atori d me to good
h.alth and beat or
all, the cure haa
been permanent."
Cet Doaa'a el Any Store. BO« a Boa
DOAN'S V.0J1V
FOSTEK-M1LBURN CO.. BUFFALO, N. Y.
Pain In the side? Rub on and rub
In Hanford's Balsam thoroughly. Adv.
Cool a burn with Hanford's Balaam.
Adv.
^ It never rains but somebody forgets
his umbrella.
W. N. U, WICHITA, NO. 40-191*
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