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EIGHT TMEIfISTSfIOT- In thts story Mr. Palmer, the noted war oorreepondent, he* paint ed war aa he hat teen It on many battlefields, and between many na tion*. Hie Intimate knowledge of •rmlee and armaments hat enabled him to produce a graphic picture of the greatest of all ware, and hit knowledge of conditions hae led him to prophesy an end of armed oonfltcte. No man le better quali fied to write the atory of the final world war than Mr. Palmer, and he has handled Ms subject with a master hand. (Continued from Yesterday.) "Bow long wU U take to-inotrtltoer* “Lea a than a week after the rall etutoa are pot entirely at orur aconrtoa, wtth Utiuo praoadlnc days at scattered BWeßienU,’ Mtawamd Westerllng. "DriKbnnite rnnt>Utaa«nn* are all right tat a (Pptumette threat that oraatna a furore In the newspapers and a de pswudun In the stack market, but srtrtdh is not to be carried out. When firtro oaan war, all ■ peed and the war Sonar at White beat " "Vha wcoh) haem made a good poll- Oden, Westerllng," tho premier ro snartaed. with a twitching uplift of the flbwnwa and a knowing gleam Id his ■bread old eyes 1 "thank yaa." replied Weatorllng. eaan wt»o is atfln to lead In anything *“n»t ha wennethtng of a politician." I “Mery traa, indeed Perhaps I had That partly In mind In making yoa pk» ChW of atsft," responded the pre “Than «t all goes back to the public *■ do that enormous body of human ity c*rt ttmaet" He swung the paper kirth. unwind with outstretched arm Soward the walla of the room. "To ■mblln opinion- aa does everything edne to this agw—to the people- -oar masters, your and mine! For no man can stand against them when they aay no or yea." “Toa know the keys to play on, though.” remarked Weatorllng with a complimentary smile. "No one knowa quite so well." "And you are sure- -earn we can win?” the premier asked with a long, tense look at Weatorllng, who was steady under the scrutiny. 'beolutely*" he answered. “Fire millions against threw! It's matbe ms tics, or our courage and skill are "I Stiftw My Liter He Crted Hoarsely. not evtal to thalrs Absolutely I We haro the power, why not uee it? We fc art fin In a dream ageJ” a sudden, unwitting exertion of hi* strength the knife which had been the recipient of hi* emotions •new—! In two Rather carefully the promtor laid the pleoe* on the table hedore he roae and turned to Weeter lixtg. hi* decision made. "If the people respond with the war fewer, then It te war." he said. "I take you at your word that you will win!" "A ouoffltton!- Weeterltng an ftonnoed. “From the moment war be- Blae the army to master of *ll tntelll gsooa. all rommuntoaUon. all re source*. Everything we require govs Into the crucible I" "And the pres#—the mischievous greedy, but very useful pressT" naked tbs premier “It also shall serve; also obey. No fists of killed and wounded shall be given out until I am ready. The pub lie must know nothing except what I choose to tali. I act for the people gad the turttoo” "‘That to agreed." said the premier. "Jhf these terrible weeks every nerve and muscle of the nation Is at your earrtoe to win for the nation. In throe or four days 1 shall know If the public rises to tbs csJi. If not -•“ He shank hit head. "WkUt all. the Information given out is provocative to our people, you will declare your ho|»e that war may be averted," Weatorllng continued. "This will screen our purpose. Final ly, on top of public enthusiasm will come the word that the Browns have fired the first shot as they must when we cross the frontier- that they have been killing our soldiers. This will make the racial spirit of every man respond. Having decided for war. every plan Is worthy that helps to victory.” "It seems fiendish!" exclaimed the premier In answer to a thought eddy ing tn the powerful current of his brain. "Fiendish with calculation, but morelfsi. as you say.* "A fast, terrific campaign! A ready machine taking the road!” Wostorllng declared. "Less suffering than If we went to war carelessly for a long cam paign- than If we allowed sentiment to Interfere with Intellect.” "I like your energy, your will I” said the premier admiringly. "And about the declaration of war? We shall time that to your purpose.” "Declarations of war before strik ing, by nations taking the aggressive, are a disadvantage.” Westerllng ox plained "They are going out of prac tVca. Witness the examples of Japan against Runsla and the Balkan allies against Turkey. In these days dec larations are not necessary aa a warn ing of what Is going to happen. They belong to the etiquette of fenoers.” "Yes, exactly. The declaration of war and l.ho ambassador's pmuqxnts win be prepared and the wire that lighting has begun will release them.” agreed the premier. "Yet If we did lose! rs when I had given you all you ask your plans went, wrong! If our army were broken to pieces on the frontier and then the nation, kept In Ignorance of events, learned the truth"—the premier enun ciated slowly and pointedly while he locked glances with Weaterllng—"that Is the end for us both. You would hardly want to return to the capital to face public wrath!” "We must win though we lose a million men!" he answered. "I stake my life!" he cried hoarsely, striking his fist on the table. "You stake your life!” repeated the premier with slow emphasis. "I dor said Westerllng. "Yes, my life. We cannot fall!” "Then it will be war. If the people want It!" said the premier. "I shall not resist their deßlre!" he added In Ms official manner, at peace with his conscience. • • • • • Bartow was a great brain set on an enormous body. Bartow's eyes had the Ore of youth at sixty-five, but the pendulous flesh of his cheeks was pasty. Jealousy and faction had en deavored for years to remove him from his position at the head of the ermj on account of aga New govern ments decided as they came In that he must go, and they went out with him still In the saddle. Let officers apply themselves with conspicuous energy and they heard from a genial Bartow; let officers only keep step and free of courts martial, and they heard from a merciless task master. Peculiarly human, peculiarly dictatorial, dynamic, and Inscrutable was Bartow, who never asked any one under him to work harder then him self. l«nstron appeared In the presence of Jove shortly after eight o'clock the next morning after he left I,a Tlr. Jove rolled his big head on his short neck in a nod and said: "Late!" “The train was late, sir," Istnstron replied, "and I hare some news about our thouaamlth chance." "llm-m! What is It?" aßked Bartow. When Lanstron had told his story. Partow worked his lips In a way he had If he were struck by a passing re flection which might or might not have e connection with the subject In hand. "Strange about her when you consider who her parents were!” he said. "But you never know, lim it!. Why don't you sit down, young man?" "The way that the Grays gave out our dispatch convinces me of their in tentions," Partow said "Their peo ple are rising to It aud ours are rising tn answer. The Grays have been trans ferring regiments from distant prov inces to their frontier because they will tight better in an Invasion. We are transferring home regiments to our frontier because they will light for their own property By Thursday you will find that open mobilisation ou both aides has begun." "My department Is ready.” said lanston, "all except your deoielou about press censorship." "A troublesome point," responded Partow. "I have procrastinated be cause two definite plans were fully worked out It Is a matter of choice between them; either publicity or com plete aecrccy You know lam no be liever In riding two horse* at onoe. My mind la about made up. but let me bear your side again. Sometimes I get conviction by probing soother man's. ” l.anatron was at his beat for his own conviction was Intense "Of course they will go tn for se crecy; but our case Is different,” he *- y. „ —. i. Bartow settled himself to listen with the gift of the organizer who draws from tils Informant the brevity of es sentials. "I should take the people into our confidence,” Lanstron proceeded. "I should make them feel that wo were one family fighting for all we hold dear against the Invader. If our losses are heavy, If we have a setbe-ck, then the Inspiration of the heroism of those who have fallen and the danger of their own homes feeling the foot of tha Invader next will Impel the living to greater sacrifices. For the Grays are In the wrong. The moral and the legal right Is with us.” "And the duty of men Ilk® you aDd me, chosen for the purpose," said Par tow, "Is worthily to direct the cour age that goes with moral right. The overt act of war must come from them by violating our frontier, not In the African Jungle but here. Even when the burglar fingers the wlndow-sash w shall not Are —no, not until he en ters our house. When he does, you wcoild have a message go out to our people that will set them quivering with Indignation?*' “Yea, and I would let the names of our soldiers who fall first be known and how they fell, their backs to their frontier homes and their faces to the foe." Onr very liberality In giving news will help us to oover the military secrete which we das Ire to preserve,” Partow said, with slow emphasis. "We shall bold back what we please, con fident of the peoptafo trust. Good policy that, yes! But enough! Your orders are ready, In detail. I believe. Yon have nothing to add?" "No, sir, nothing; at least, not until war begins." "Very well. We shall bav® the or ders issued at the proper moment,” concluded Partow. ‘‘And Westerllng Is going to find." be proceeded after a thoughtful pause, "that a roan le readier to die fighting to hold his own threshold than fighting to take anoth er man's War Is not yet solely an af fair of machinery and numbers. The human element Is still uppermost. Give me your hand—no. not that one, not , the one you shake hands with —the one wounded In action!" Partow Inclosed the stiffened fin gers In his own with something of the caress which an old bear that Is in very good humor might give to a promising cub "I have planned, planned, planned for this time. The world shall soon know, as the elements of It go into the crucible test, whether It Is well done or not. I want to live to see the day when the l ist charge mad® against our trenches is beaten back. Then they may throw this old body onto the rub bish heap as soon as they please—it Is a fat, unwteldly behemoth of an old body!” “No, no, It Isn't!" Lanstron objected hotly. He was seeing only what most people snw after talking with Partow for a few minutes, his fine, intelligent eyes and beautiful forehead. "All that I wanted of the body was to feed my brain," Partow continued, heedless of the Interruption. “I have watched my mind as a navigator watches a barometer. I have been ready at the first sign that it was los ing Its grip to give up. Yet I have felt that my body would go on feeding my brain and that to the last moment of consciousness, when suddenly the body collapses. I should have self possession and energy of mind. Under the coming strain the shock may come, as a cord snaps. At that Instant my successor will take up my work I leave It off. "The old fogy who has aimed to Join experience to youth chooses youth. You took your medicine with out grumbling In the disagreeable but vitally Important position of chief of Intelligence. Now you—there, don't tremble with stage fright!” For Lan stron's hand was quivering In Partow's grasp, while hts face was that of a man stunned. “You are to be at the right band of this old body," continued Partow. "You are to go with me to the front; to sleep In the room next to mine; to be always at my side. and. finally, you are to promise that If ever the old body fails In tta duty to the mind. If ever you see that 1 am not standing up to the strain, you are to say so to me and I give you my word that I shall let you take charge." Lanstron was too stunned to speak for a moment. The arrangement seemed a hideous Joke; a refinement of cruelty inconceivable. It was ex pecting him to tell Atlas that he was old end to take the weight of the world off the giant's shoulders. "Have you lost your patriotism?” demanded Partow. "Are you afraid? afraid to tell me the truth? Afraid of duty? Afraid tn your youth of the burden that I hear In age?” Hts fingers closed In on lAnstron's with such force that the grip was painful. * "Promts#!" he commanded. "1 promise!" Lanslrnn said with a throb. 'That's It! That's the way! That's the kind of soldier I Ilka” Partow de cl* red with change of tone, and he rose from hit thair with a spring that | THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. was a delight to Lanstron In its proof of the physical vigor so stoutly denied. "We have a lot to say to each other today." be added; “but first I am go ing to show you the whole bag of tricks.” His arm crooked In I.anstron's. they went along the main corridor of the staff office and entered a vault having a single chair and a small table in the center and lined by sections of numbered pigeonholes, each with a combination lock. At the base of one section was a small safe. It was not “It It AM There, My Life, My Dreams, My Ambitions.” the first time that Lanstron had been tn this vault. He had the combination of two of the sections of pigeonholes, aerostatics and intelligence. The rest belonged to other divisions. "The safe to my own, as you know. No one opens it; no one knows what Is in it but me." said Partow, taking from It an envelope and a manuscript, which he laid on the tatjle. 'There you have all that Is in my brain—the whole plan. The envelope contains the combinations of all the pigeon holes, If you wish to look up any tails." 'Thank yon!” Lanstron half whis pered. It was all he could think of to say. "And you will find that there is more than you thought, perhaps; the reason why I have fought hard to re main chlqf of staff; why?—" Partow continued Yn a* toice that ‘had the se pulchral uncanniness of a threat long nursed now breaking free of the bond age of years within the sound-proof walls. "But—” he broke off suddenly as If he distrusted even the security of the vault. "Yes, It Is all there—my life's work, my dream, my ambition, my plan!” Lanstron heard the lock slide in the door as Partow went out and he was alone with the army's secrets. As he read Partow's firm handwriting, many parts fell together, many moves on a chessboard grew clear. His breath came faster, he bent closer over the table, he turned back pages to go over them again. Every sentence dropped home In his mind like a bolt in a socket. Unconscious of the pas sage of time, he did not heed the door open or realize Partow’s presence un til he felt Partow's hand on his shoul der. "I see that you didn't look into any of the pigeonholes,” the chief of staff observed. 1 juistron pressed bis finger-tips on the manuscript significantly. "No. It to all there!" "The thing being to carry It out!" said Partow. "God witty us!” he add ed devoutly. CHAPTER VIII. Close to the Whits Posts. On Saturday evening the 128th regi ment of the Grays was mustered in field accoutrements and a full supply of cartridges. In the darkness the first battalion marched out at right angles to the main road that ran through La Tlr and South La Tlr. At length Company B. deployed In line of skirmishers, lay down to sleep on its arms. "We wait here for the word,” Fra cases, the captain, whispered to his senior lieutenant. "If It comes, our objective Is the house and the old castle on the hill above the town.” The tower of the church showed dimly when a pale moon broke through a cloud. By Its light Hugo .Wallin saw on his left the pinched and characterless features of Peter kin. A few yards sbesd was a white stone post. 'That's their side over there!" whis pered the banker's son, who was next to Psterkln. "When we cross war begins," said the manufacturer's son. "I wonder If they are expecting ns!" said the Judge's son a trifle huskily, tn an attsmpt at humor, though he was not glvsn to humor. “Just waiting to throw bouquets!" whispered the laborer's son He. too. was not given to humor and hs, too. spoke a trifle huskily. (To be continued Tomorrow.) READ THE ‘'WANTS” THE APACHE “Will You Keep Me, Doctor?” Said the Ex-Apache---"I Shall Try to Behave and I Am a Pretty Good Hand at Polishing Floors- -My Children Could Not Have Re ceived Better Attendance Than at His Hands.” (By Cam illy Gramacclni.) Doctor Paul Magnier, member of the | Academy of Medicine, had invited a few friends* this evening to celebrate the fact that his son had passed his examinations with honor and was now a full-fledged , physician, wefrthy of becoming in time hiß father s successor. Over our cigars after dinner we were la.king about the latest sensation, the arrest of a gang of burglars who for many months had baffled all efforts of the podee and fobbed right and left, twice plundering a bank messenger in broad daylight and carrying off tlie en tire contents of scores of nurburban vil las, whose inhabitants were temporarily absent. All the members of the gang were now under lock and key, but the leader, whom the police had made strenuous efforts to catch, had always succeeded in slipping through the meshes of the police dragnet and was still at liberty. “But you, my dear doctor,” said one of the guests, “you. who have so often ventured into the worst parts of Paris at night in connection with your duty, have you nevffr had any unpleasant meeting with the Apaches?” The doctor smiled. “Oh. you know I have a talisman.” “A talisman, you excite my curiosty.” It is a very simple story and several of you know the person of whom 1 am go |iog to sopoeaok.” He then recounted as follows: I was just finishing my last year of service at the hospital when one night, when I was on duty, a poor devil was brought in who had been found in a dark street with a dreadful wound in his thigh to the vefry bone. A knife that must have been as sharp as a razor, had cut open his stomach, fortunately without piercing the bowels. The poor fellow, who was, of course quite unconscious, bore marks all over his body of kicks he must, have received while lying on the ground, and only the arrival of the po lice had dfiven his assailants away be fore they killed him. His wounds were very dangerous and besides several of his ribs vtfere broken. The chief surgeon, the famous Dr. Henion, known to all Paris for his mar velous skill wtih the knife and the kind ness of his hea*t, came up when 1 had finished and expressed his full satisfac tion with what I had done. “I certainly could not have done bet ter myself,” he said. “I thank you, dear master.” I replied, for to be praised by Dr. flenion meant something you will hardly understand to us young fellows at the hospital. “I meant Just what I said,” he added, “and to prove it I will turn this patient over to you entirely. 1 have not the .slightest doubt that you shall not need my assistance, but if you should, you know that all you have to do is to send fer me.” “It was thus that I got my first pati ent. For several days he remained un conscious, then a violent fever set in and it was necessary to strap him to prevent him tearing off his bandages. In his delirium he kept on crying w*ords which left no doubt that he be longed to the notorious Octave's gang of bandits, and that it was in a quarrel over their booty that he had received these all but fatal wounds. When the fever went down his strength was completely gone, but his wounds healed normally, and when 1 told him that he was saved and with a little pati ence he would softn be as well as ever, hia gratitude towards me boundless, and before I could prevent him he had seized my hand anrl kissed it. . . The*© was no doubt that he was a dangerous criminal, an Apache, the ac complice of Octave and others, but I had become attached to him as you will grow attached to a patient whom you have pulled through a dangerous crisis and I promised myself to help On a summer evening a school boy was brought in who bad been run down by a heavy truck which had crushed his foot and leg. When carried into a drug store he had begged not to he taken to the hospital as this scare his paVents and he felt sure l»e was In a condition to be brought home. He bore the pains of the operation and had enough pres ence of mind to give me his address be fore the pain made him faint. I shall say nothing about the despair of his poor parents since it is of my Apache that lam talking. This fellow, whom I shall call Antoine took an im mediate liking to the boy, and sat up with him all inght, refusing to leave his bedside for a moment, and, telling the sister that she might take as much need ed rest, as he w|uld call he** immediate ly if anything happened. During the long days which followed before I could declare the boy's leg was saved, Antoine, GERMAN AMBASSADOR LEAVING LONDON AFTER WAR WAS DECLARED v T 11 x , > ,- e m . «>w«v« roJPk -■ . *-,--*>■ r I - ,T.,W . ’ 1 COUNT LICHNOWISKY. Count Llchnowtsky. German ambas sador to Great Britain, hurried from Utilan Just aa soon aa Germany de clared war ou Ureal Brtain. though feeble and convalescent himself, was at the little fellow's disposal all the time. He played checkers with him, read aloud to him and even abstained .from cursing and using bad langage, a feat which even his genuine respect for the sister had failed to accomplish. When the child was lake nto his family I no tired that Antoine's eyes were full of teirs, of which he did not feel the least ashamed. The time when he was to leave him self was drawing nearer, and I tried to do a little preaching to him and offered to get him a good job with a friend of mine. “You are very good, doctor,” he said, “but it is quite useless. Octave has be trayed me and played me false and I wil' make him pay f oh: that, and pay dear too. In the eyes of the law, be sides, i shAli always be an outcast. No, doctor, give me up, I am a bad case and not worth you should waste a moment's thought on me.” He stopped a moment, but when I was about to speak he went on: "I don’t want you to think that I am ungrateful to you for all you have done if ever anybody should play you dirty and you wjant me to get him out of the way, I am your man as long as there is a breath or air in me.” f ew w-eeks Jater I left the hospital and, having no money, 1 hung out my shingle at the outskirts of Montnartre. 1 his was still half country and a friend of mine had an old mansion situated in a big park, which he asked me to share with him. It was a part of the city which had the evilest possible reputation, infested as it was with the worst kind of bandits, who did not call themselves Apaches in those days, bui Who were every bit as bad. More than once when returning from a nightly call to a patient X saw suspic ious silhouettes arising and clutched the revolver firmely which I always carried, out X never got a chance to use it for every time there was a shrill whistle trom somewhere and the shadows dis appeared as if by magic. 1 began to think that X was under the mysterious protection of occult powers and after a while, i became absolutely fearless and went everywhere without the slightest apprehension. X had married and my wife often ap proached me for my temerity in thus ex posing myself to danger. 1 told her the story of Antoine, and though she was naturally interested in it and inclined to believe him a king of criminal, she otten reminded me of the risk which was always there and that one of his sub jects might fail to obey orders or might rail to recognize in time. The only thing that reassured her was that we were to leave Montmartre in a few weeks. One night in winter, while returning from tile bedside of a poor woman about 1 o'clock 1 was suddenly set upon by two bandits who knocked me down so suddenly that even if 1 had my revolve!', which 1 had left at home, X should have had no time to use it. I was helpless in their gnp, one of them having caught hold of my throat and siowly strangling me, and 1 was rapidly lusing conscious ness, when I felt a new shock the grip was relaxed, and I heard the sound of two men running -away. When I came to I found myself lying on tlie ground a short distance from my house and looking aruund i discovered that there must -have been a fourth ac tor In tlie drama, for close to me lay a motionless form and when I went up to it. 1 discovered it was Antoine. A knife was still burled in tlie left side of bis chest and he had evidently received the blow intended for me. Without losing a moment I carried him to my house, opened the door, called ray seVvant and began to examine the man who had saved ray life. By a miracle the knife had been de flected, thus falling to reach his heart and his wound healed with wondertul rapidity. When two weeks later he became quite conscious and recognized me his joy was boundless. "There you see. doctor,” he said, “X have kept my word. it was that skunk Octave who tried to do you, because be knew that was the worst thing he could do to me, but X got the best of him again, and I am happy. Remembering my poov success lasq time, 1 did not try to moralize. X was curious, however to find out what he thought of the wound he had received and which he evidently avoided men tioning. "Bah, he said, “It was Octave's friend who revenged him. That was her duty and 1 am not angry. You must beat women, when they deserve it, but if you kill them you are a coward." I said nothing, having got used to his way of thinking, but he md surprise me, when one morning he said to me: "Will you keep me, doctor? I shall try to behave and I am a pretty good hand at polishing floors as 1 did It for tlie Good Sisters at the hospital. 1 can also announce your patients and help you with the bandages. But you must pay me nothing, for if I get money I go to the devil. You will give me my. clothes and on Sundays let me take your little ones to the Grand Guignol." My children could never have had a better attendant than this ex-Apache. We decided to change his name, because of its associations so we called him Flerre, and when I tell you that, you ail know him. "Certainly," said my friend I-ambelui, of the Academy of Moral Science, "we all know Pierre, but who the devil would have thought him a reformed Apache. Xle looked like an old soldier." ••But what do you think of the psyco logical aspect of the case?" ••Oh. I am only a surgeon, and I will answer you with old Montaigne. "What do 1 know?” THE ROADHOUSE WRECKS. A young woman, bruised, cut and senseless, was carried Into the sur geon’s room at police headquarters the other night. The police reporters of the newspapers gathered around the operating table and listened w-hlle the police officer who brought her tn told in Jerky sentences who she was und how she was hurt. "Motor car went over the hill—down the hank—all drunk—coming from a roadhouse out In the county—fine looking girl—good family—kill her mother, likely." The oldest reporter tn the group, the one who had been longest at police headquarters, who had seen many a girl and many a woman brought :n that way. some dead, some cripple 1. others only stunned, stood silent s minute and then: "Another roaohouse wreck," he said. To him It was Just one more girt wrecked In a roadhouse. The police records are full of them. It Is an old, old story to the men about police stations and they are all very much alike, the story of the young w jman taken for a motor car drive In the country; the stop on the way back for "a bite to eat;" the "Just a little wine," the argument, old as Satan. "One llttel drink won’t hurt:" the ride home along the dark highway, with a drunken, reckless man at the wheel; the dangerous curve; the slip over the WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2 edge of an embankment; the wreck at the botton- The wreck of that girl’s life began at the roadhouse out in the country. The sen-dess body lying still, among , the weeds, is only a sequence of tty* 1 real wreck, which had its beginning when she passed over the threshold of the country roadhouse. Daily Pattern W 103 J 1033-1028. A GOOD COMBINATION FOR HOUSE OR BUSINESS WEAR. Separate waists and skirts are more popular than ever, and add greatly to the variety of the wordrobe. 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