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SIX HE LAST SHOT la tht* «tory Mr. Palmer, tho noted war oorrecpondent, hu paint ed war at he has teen It on many botUeflelda, and between many na tion*. Hie Intimate knowledge of armte* and armament* haa enabled him to prodaoe a graptrlo picture of the greateet of all ware, and hla knowledge of oondltlona haa led Mm to propheay an end of armed ooerfTVct*. Vo man la better quali fied to write the atory of the final world war than Mr. Palmar, and ha haa handled hia aubjecl with a ■Mater hand. (Continued from Yesterday.) CHAPTER 111. . The Second Prophecy. Marta, when aim bad received the sold from Westerllng, hail been In doubt aa to her answer Her curiosity to anu him again »u« not of Itself com pelling The actual making of the prophecy was rather dim to her mind until be recalled It. Hbn had heard of Mb rtae and Hbe bad heard, too, thlnga about him which a girl of twenty-seven can better understand than a girl of •eventeen. His reason for wanting to eea her he had said was to "renew an old acquaintance." He could have lit tle Interest. In her, and her Interest In him was that he was head of the Gray army. Hla work had Intimate relation to that which the Marta of twenty «n*en, a Marta with a mission, had set for herself. 4 A page came to toll Westerllng that Miss Galland would be down directly. (When abe appeared she crossed the jnaa with a flowing, spontaneous vital ity that appealed to him as something familiar. “Tern pears. Isn't It T” she exclaimed as she seated herself on the other side of the tea-table. "And, let me st>e, you took two lumps. If 1 remember?" Tfone now," he said "Do you find It fattening?" she asked. He recognised the mischievous sparkle of the eyes, the quizzical turn of the lips, which was her asset In 1 keeping any question from bulng per- 1 aouaL Neverthleu*. he flushed slightly. 1 “A change of taste," he averred. "Btnoe you’ve become such a great man?" she hazarded "la that too 1 atvong?" This referred to the tea. "No, Just right!" he nodded. . H# was studying her with the polite, .welled scrutiny of a man of the world A mot eriathit, he would look a woman over as he would a soldier when he bad beau a major-general making an Inspection. Bite was slltu, supple; he Vked slim. supple women. Yea, abe was twentywwnn. with the vivacity of ■eventeen retained, though she went on the edge of being an old maid ar cording to the conventional nottoiu* Keck* and Stum Mere that happened to be at bta otde at dinner, he had found, when they were really beautiful, were nag averse to Ms glance of epprocl sgtvw and <1 twortniinoting admiration of physical •harm Hut he sow her shrug etlgtitly and nought a spark from bar eyes that made htin vaguely con scious of an offense to her mumlMll gle», and he was wholly nmsoloma that the augfseMlon. bringing hta faculties gif sharply, had the pleasure of s novel "How fkal you have gone ahvwrt!" •be eekd. 'I hat little prophecy of mine did come tree. Yoe are chief of stain " After a senile at satis fact too hs cor rected her. "*t* quits; Worchlcf the right, fiend man of Hla Uxrallanry. 1 am a bofTer between htm and the head* of division* Tfafs haa led to the ernaie «•* aeesmi<loo which I cannot too Bnerdbty deny * ; He was proceeding with the phraar "fogy hefiltual whenever men or worn en. to flatter him. had hitlmated that fcbey aagOsed that he was the aotaai bead of the army, in* Excellency, with the |mglp< of a career, must be kegpg sapormcally enjoying the forme nf author! <t TV atooee hla Jealousy might curtail Weaterltug a actnal 'Tea yue!‘ breathed Marta softly, arehtug her vyebnvws a trifle as ahe would when looking all around and themi*h a thing or when ahe found bny one beating <hoot the tenth The little frown disappeared and ahe amtled gnderatandtngly ~Tr>a know I’m not a perfect goose I" aha added "Had you been made chief of etmff 1n name, too. all the ok! generate would have been In the aulka and the young general* Jealous." abe continued "The one way that you might have the power to ax err tee wae by proxy." Tht* downright frankness was an other reflection of the old day* before ha wax at the apex of the pyramid. Now tt was so unusual tn hla experi ence as to be almost a shook. On the point of arguing, he nought a nita shhsvnua. delightful "Isa t that so?" tn her eyes, and replied: "Tea, 1 shouldn't wonder ts ft we ref** Why shouldn't be admit the truth to tbs one who bad ruug lbs bell of hla secret ambition long ago by rvougnlx- tog In him the ability to reach hla goal? He marvelled at her grasp of the situation. "It wasn't so very hard to say, was It?" she asked happily, In response to his smile. Then, her gift of putting herself In another’s place, while she strove to look at thinge with hts pur pose and vision. In full play, she went on In a different tone, an mtch to her self bh to him: "You have labored to make yourself master of a mighty or ganization. You did not care for the noD-eenentlaJs. You wanted the ruailty of shaping results." "Yes, the results, the power!" be exclaimed. "Fifteen hundred regiments!" she continued thoughtfully, looking at s given polut rather than at htm. "Kvery regiment K blade which you would bring to an even sharpness! Every regiment a unit of a harmonious whole, knowing how to screen Itself from Ore and give fire as long as bidden, tn answer to your will If war comes! That Is what you live and plan for. Isn’t it?” "Yes, exactly! Yea, you have It 1 ” he laid. His shoulders stiffened as he thrilled at seeing a picture of him self. os he Wanted to see hlmeelf, done In bold strokes. It assured htm that not only bad his own mind grown be yond what were to him the narrow urn sedations of his old 1 m Ttr days, but that hers had grown, too. "And yow what have you been doing all these years?" he asked "IJvtng the life of a woman on a oounfry estate," she replied. "Hlnee yon mode a rule that no Gray officers tdt'Kjld crons the frontier we have bean a" little lonelier, having only the Grown officers to tea IHd you really find It so bod for discipline In your own rose?" she concluded with playful solemnity. "One cannot consider Individual cast's In a general order," he explained. "And, remember, the llrowns made the ruling first. You see, every year means a tightening yes, a tightening, as arms and armies grow more compli cated and the maintaining of staff secrets more Important. And you have been all the time at La Tlr, truly V he asked, changing the subject. He woe convinced that she had acquired some thing that could not be gained on the outskirts of a provincial town "No. I have traveled. 1 have been quite arouud the world." "You have!” This explained much. "How I envy you I That U a privilege 1 shall not know until I am superannu ated " While he should remain chief of staff ho must be literally a prisoner In hts own country. "Yes. I should ea.v It was splendid I Kplemltd yes. Indeed I" Bnappy little noda of the head being unequal to ex pressing tho Joy of tive memories that her exrlntnatlon evoked, she clanpod her hands over her knees and ivw.tng back and forth in the ecstasy of aeve.v te«n. "H|>iondtdl I should say so!" Khe nestled the curling tip of her tongue against her teeth, as If the recollection must also he tasted. "Hplendld. enchanting, enlightening, stupendous and wickedly erxpiuudve! Another girl and 1 did It all on our own." "O-oli!" be exclaimed. "Oh. oh, oh!" she repeated after htm. "Oh, what, please?” "Oh. nothing!" he said. It was qntte comprehensible to him how well equipped she wse to take care o t self on such an adventure. "l’recluely, when you come to think It over!" site concluded. "What Interested you moat? \Vthot woa the big lesson of all your journey ing?" he asked, ready to play ths lis tener. "Hulng born and bred on a fTootler, of an ancestry that was born and bred on a frontier, why, frontiers interested me most," ehe said. "I collected Im pressions of frontiers sa some people collect pictures I found them all alike -etupM, Just stupid! Oh. so stupid!" Her frown grew with the repetition of the word; her Angers closed tn on her palm tn vexation. He recollected that he had seen her like this two or three tines* st La Tlr, when he had found the outbursts most entertaining. He Imagined that the small hat pressed against the table edge could dettvnr a stinging blow. "As stupid as tt 1* tar neighbors to quarrel! It pul me at war with all frontiers." • Apparently,” he said. She withdrew her list from the table, dropped the opened hand over the other on her knee, her body relaxing, her wrath passing Into a kind of shamefsceduoss and then Into s soft, prolonged laugh 1 laugh at myself, at my own ltvooci slstency,* she said "1 was warlike sgminat war, At all event*, ts there Is anything to make a teacher tjtf peace too* her tamper It ts t* Vly of fron tiers" "Year he exctefmr “Tea? Oo on!" And he thou- E «i*m really having a very goo dma* "You see, 1 Mm home from my toar with an Men -an Idea for a Ilfs oocu pettou Just as eogrnrslng as yours,* *he *v*M on. "and <W oeed to youis I •aw there was 00 uee of woiktng with ths grown-up folk*. They mud be loft to The Hague conferences sn<l the peace soc.terles. But children are quite alike the world over. You can plant thought* In the young that will take root and grow as they grow.” “Patriotism, for Instance," he ob served narrowly. "No, the follies of martial patriot ism! The wickedness of war, which is the product of martial patriotism I’’ The follies of patriotism! This was the red flag of anarchy to him. He started to speak, flushing angrily, but held his tongue and only emitted a "whew!" In good-humored wonder. "I see you are not very frightened by my opposition,” she rejoined In a flash of amusement not wholly untemc pc rod by exasperation. "We got the appropriation for an ad* ditlonal army corps this year,” he ex* plained contentedly, his repose com pletely regained. "Thus Increasing the odds against us. But perhaps not; for we are deal ing with the children not with re cruits, as I said. We call ourselves the teachers of peace. I organised the first class in La Tlr. I have the chlV This Was the Red Flag of Anarchy to Htm. dren come together every Sunday morning and 1 tell them about the chil dren that live In other countries. I tell them that a child a thousand miles away Is Just as much a neighbor aa the one across the street. At first I feared that they would flud tt uninter esting. Hut If you know how to talk to thorn they don’t.” "Naturally they don't when you talk to them," he interrupted. Hhe was eo Intent that she passed over the oompllment with a gesture like that of brushing away a cobweb. Her eye# were like deep, clear wells of faith and purpose. ‘I try to make the children of other countries so interesting that our chil dren will like them too well ever to want to kill them when they grow up. We have a little peace prayer they have even come to like to recite It—a prayer and an oath. But HI not bother you with It. Other women have taken up the Idea. 1 have found a girl who Is going to start a doe* on your side tn South La Ttr. and I came here to meet some women who want to In augurate the movement In your capi tal." ’Til have to see about that!" he re- Joined. haU-hantnrtngly, half-threaten ingly. “Thera ts something also to ooma even more Irritating.” she sold, leas Intently and smiling “So please be prepared to bold your temper.” "I shall not heat my flat on the tahla defending war as you did defending peace!" he retaliated with significant enjoyment. Rut ahe used his retort for aa opeiv tog. "life, I*d rather yon would do iflat than JnA! It* human. If* going to war because orw* t* angry. You would go to vox as a matter of cold reason.” "If otherwise, I should loe*“ ha re plied. "Exactly Yon make It easy for ms approach my point. 1 want to pro vant you from losing?" she announced cheerfully yet very seriously. "Tee? Prooeed. I brace myeelf against an explosion at Indignation t” "It Is the duty of * teacher of peace to use all bar Influence with the people she know*." she went on. "80 1 ata going to ask you not to let your coun try over go to war against mine while you see chief of staff ” "Mine against yours?" he equivo cated "Why, you live almost within gunshot of the line! Your people have aa much Gray aa Hrown blood tn their veto* Your country! My country I littt that patriotism r THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. "Patriotism, but not martial patriot ism," she corrected him. "My thought is to stop war for both countries aa war, regardless of sides. Promise me that you will not permit it!” “I not permit it!” He smiled with the kindly patronage of a great an who sees a charming woman flounder ing In an attempt at logic. "It ts for the premier to say. I merely make the machine ready The government says (he word that makes it move. I able to stop war! Come, come!” "But you can— yen, you can with a word! ” she declared positively. "How?" he asked, amaaed. "How?" he repeated blandly. Was she teasing him? he wondered. What now resource* of confusion had ten years and a tour around the world developed In her? Was It possible that the whole Idea of the teachers of peace was an Invention to make conversa tion at his expense? If so, she carried it off with a sincerity that suggested other depthß yet unsounded. “Very easily,” she answered. “You can tell the premier that, you cannot win. Toll him that you will break your army to pieces against the Browns' fortifications!’’ He gasped. Then an inner voloe prompted htm that the cue was comedy. Excellent fooling—excellent!" he said with a laugh. "Tell the premier that I should lose when I have live million men to their three million! What a harlequin chief of staff I should be! Excellent fooling! You al most had me!" Again he laughed, though In the fashion of one who had hardly unbent his spine, while he was wishing for the old days when he might take tea with her one or two afternoon* a week. It would be a tine tonic after hla Isola tion at the apex of the pyramid sur veying the deference of the lower levels. Then he saw that her eyes, shlmmerlug with wonder, grew dull and her lips parted In a rigid, pale line as If she were hurt. "You think I am joking?" she asked. "Why, yes!” "But 1 am not! No, no, not about suoh a ghastly subject as a war to day I" She was leaning toward him, hands on knee and eyes burning like coals without a spark. “I”—she pa/used as she had before ahe broke out with the first propheoy—"l will quote part of our children’s oath: 'I will not be a 00 ward. 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. I shall not let a burglar drive me from my house. If an enemy trlee 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 hla land but to make the most of my own. I shall never cross 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, those who defend will be strong.” "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 ths hor ror of the sight In reality. "You can prevent tt—you can!" Her heart wu in the appeal. "The old argument! No, I should not Uks to see that," hs replied. ”1 only do my duty as a soldier to my country.” "The old answer! The more reason why you should tell tbs premier you can’t! Hut 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 "FY>r you will not win!" she declared. This struck fire. Square Jaw and sturdy body. In masculine energy, reso lute and trained, were set Indomitably ugulnst feminine vitality. “Yea. we shell win! We shell win!" he said without even the physical dem onstration of a gesture and In a hard, even voire which was like that of the machinery of modern war Itself, a voice which the aristocratic sniff, the Louis XV! ourla, or any of ths old gal lery-display heroes would have thought utterly lacking In hlatrionloa suitable to the occasion. He remained rigid after he had spoken, handsome, salt posessssd. There was no use of boating femi nine fists against suoh s stone well. The force of the male was supreme. She smiled with s strange, quivering loosening of the lip*. She spread out her hands with fingers sport, ad If to let something tun free from them Into the air, and the flame of appeal that had been In her eyes broke Into many lights that seemed to scatter Into yet ready to return at her com; A Great Story of Present War Between Germany and France . Modern War and the Moves of Game Thrillingly De scribed by Famous War Correspondent mand. Bhe glanced at the clock and rose, almost abruptly. ”1 was very strenuous riding my hobby against yours, wasn’t I?” she ex claimed In a flutter of distraction that made it easy for him to descend from his own steed. "1 stated a feeling. I made a guess, a threat about your winning—and all In the air. That’s a woman's privilege; one men grant, isn’t it?” "We enjoy doing so," he replied, all urbanity. “Thank you!” she said simply. “I 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 tha train I must go immediately." With an undeniable shock of regret he realized 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?” he asked. “Perhaps, unless you change the rules about officers crossing the fron tier to take tea,” she replied. "Even If I did, the vice-chief of staff might hardly go." “Then perhaps you must wait," she .warned htm, "until the teachers of peaoe have dome away with all fron tiers.” "Or, if there were war, I 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 you may come to the Gray capital again. You are not through traveling!” he added. This aroused her afresh; the flame WBjB back In her eyes. "Yes. I have all the memories of my journeys to enjoy, all their lessons to study,” she said. “There Is the Mg world, and you want to have had the breath of all Its climates in your lungs, ths 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 at family and peace, and a cathedral near-by on a hill! Patriotism? Why, It is In the soil of your three acres. I love to feel the warm, rioh 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, “wt\y, yon will find that tea Is, as usual, at four thirty.” He had found the women of Ms high official world—-a narrower world than he realized—much alike. Striking cer tain key*, 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 hts ca reer to linger. This meeting had 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 suoh 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 a great man. More than once he had wondered what would happen IX he were to meet a great woman. And he should not see Marta Galland again unless war come. CHAPTER IV. Times Have Changed. The 63d 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 was re turning to familiar ground. It had de trained in the capital of the province from which It* 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', butch a re', manufacturers' and Judges’ sons threw themselves down on the greensward of the embankment lo rest. With their talk of homo, 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 shortmws of breath. Ha was quite withered, hi* bright eye* twinkling out of an area of moth patches, and he wore a frayed uniform cost with s medal on the breast. "I* this the 63d?" he quavered to the nearest soldier. "It certainly Is!" some one answered. “Pome and Join us, veteran!” "Is Tom —Tom Fraglnl here?" The aijrwer name from a big soldier, who sprang to hi* feet and leaped to ward the old man. "It's grandfather, a* I live!** ha called out, kissing the veteran on both cheeks. "I saw sister In town, and she said you’d be at the gate as we marched by." “Didn’t wait at no gate! Marohed right up to yon!" said grandfather. "Marched up with tny uniform and medal on! Stand off there, Tom. eo 1 cab see you.. My word; You re big; gerin your father, but not bigger’n I was! No, sir, not bigger’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 man’s trousers were thread bare but well darned, and the holes in the uppers of his shoes were carefully patched. He had a merry air of op timism, which his grandson had in herited. "Well, Tom, how much longer you got to serve?” asked grandfather. "Six months,” answered Tom. “One, two, three, four—" grandfa ther counted the numbers off on his fingers. “That’s good. You’ll be in time for the spring ploughing. My, how you have filled out! But, some how, I can’t get used to this kind of uniform. Why, I don’t see how a girl’d he 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, 1 was In the Hussars—in the Hussars! I tell you with our sabres a-gleaming, our horses’ bits a-jtngling, our pennons a-flying, and all the color of our uniform—l tell you, the girls used to open their eyee at us. And we went Into the charge like that—yes, sir, Just that gay and grand. Colonel Galland leading!" Military history said that It had been a rather foolish charge, a fine example of the vainglory of unreason ing bravery that accomplishes nothing, but no one would suggest such skepti cism of an immortal event In popular imagination in hearing of the old man as he lived over that Intoxicated rush of horses and men into a battery of the Grays. “Well, didn’t you find what I said was true about the lowlanders?” asked grandfather after he had finished the charge, referring to the people of the southern frontier of the Browns, where the 63d had just been garrisoned. "No, I kind of liked them. I made a lot of friends,” admitted Tom. ‘‘They’re very progressive.” “Eh, eh? You’re Joking!" To like the people of the southern frontier was only less conceivable than liking the people of the Grays. “That’s because you didn’t see deep under them. They’re all on the outside —a flighty loti Why, If they’d done their part. In that last war we’d have licked ths Grays until they cried for mercy! If their army oorps had stood its ground at Vbtener —’’ “So you’ve always said,” Interrupted Tom. "And the way they cook tripe! I couldn't stomach It, could you? And ts there’B 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 civilised folks!" “Bat I sort of got used to their ways,” said Tom. "Eh, eh?" Grandfather looked at grandson quizzically, seeking the cause of suoh heterodoxy In a northern man. "But I Won’t Fight far Yoel" “9ay, you ain't been falling In love?" he hazarded. "Yoo—you ain't gotng to bring one of them southern girls home?" "No!" said IVm, laughing "Well, I'm glad you ain’t, for they're naturally light-minded. I remember ’am well." He wandered on with his question# and comments. ’l* tt a fact, Tom, or was yon Just Joking when you wrote hotne that ths soldier* took so many baths P "Yea, they do." ’’Well, that beats me I It's a wonder yon didn’t all die of pneumonia!" He passed to absorb the phenomenon. Then hts half-childish mind, prompted hi’ a random recollection, flitted to ate SUNDAY, AUGUST 30 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 coll It" "No, grandfather, crawlers have gone out of fashion. And no more epl* demies of typhoid and dysentery either," said Tom. "Times have certainly changed I** grumbled Grandfather Fraglnl, Interested in their own reunion, they had paid no attention to a group of Tom’s comrades nearby, sprawled around a newspaper containing tha latest dispatches from both capitals. “Five million soldiers to our t.hred million!" “Eighty million people to our fifty, million!” \ "Because of the odds, they think we are bound to yield, no matter If we ara to the right!” "Let them come!" said the butcher 1 * son. "If we have to go, it will be on n wave of blood.” “And they will come some time," said the judge’s son. "They want our land.” "We gain nothing If we beat themi 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 I 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 son, “always when one people determines to strike at another people —even if It brings bankruptcy.” Tt would be a war that would make all others In history a mare exchange of skirmishee. Every ab/e-bodied man to line—automatics a hundred shots a minute—guns a dozen shots a minute —and aeroplanes and dirigibles!” said the manufacturer’s son, "To the death, too!” j| "And not for glory! We of the 63d, who live on the frontier will be fight ing for our homes." Ts we lose them weil never get them back. Better die than be beaten!” Herbert Stransky, with deep-set eyes, slightly squinting inward, and a heavy jaw, an enormous man who was the best shot In the company when he cared to be, had listened In silence to the others, his rather thick but ex pressive lips curving with cynicism. His only speech all the morning had been In the midst of the reception in the public square of the town when he said : “This home-coming doesn’t mean, much to me. Home? Hell! The hedgerows of the world are my home!" He appeared older than his years, and hard and bitter, except when his eyes would light with a feverish sort of fire which shone as he broke into a lull In the talk. "Comrades,” he began. “Let us hear from the Socialist!" a Tory exclaimed. "No, tho onaxcblstl" shouted a So cialist. "There •pn't be any war!" said Stransky, his voice gradually rising to the pitch of an agitator relishing the 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 there 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 oomee they will refuse to fight—my comrades In heart, to whom the flag of this country means no more than that of any other coun try!" "HoM on! The flag Is sacred!" cried the banker’s son. "Yes. that will do!” ’’Shut up!” Other voices formed a chorus of angry protest. T knew you thought It; new Fv* caught you!” This from the sergeant, who had seen hard fighting against a savage foe In Africa and there fore was particularly bitter about tbe Bodlapoo affair. The welt of a scar on the gaunt, fover-yeflo tred cheek turned a deeper rpd m he heared Btrnn*ky by the collar yt tha bkw*» Stransky raised bis free hand as 3 to strike, but peueed as be faced tha company’s boyish captain, slender nd figure, aril too rat! c of feature, til* In dignation was as evident ns the sere grant*, bat be was biting his Ups to keep It uader oontroL ( "You beard what he sold, *ir?~ "The latte'- part—enongn!" TVs InclUtlon to mutiny l An ere ample!” (To be continued Tomorrow .)