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‘Whi c the Iandkcstcd By Floy To lbert Barnard fl...“â€" CHAPTER III. ' “What’s the matter with thesei clothes? You did not expect me toi wear partly things on a horse?" Shel dropped a gauntleted hand on hisi shoulder as he walked beside heri along a narrow path toward the! house. ' l He laughed serenly, apparently unâ€"i then I will talk to youâ€"of other things." “Y on have had no change of heart either. I see!” said Townsend thoughtfully, taking her shoulders into a light grasp between his hands. “You are a funny girl! For two cents. I’d Write a book, or paint a [picture or the barn or something just "‘JUST BEFORE {other talents out and use them and! l l | l i i I i . i : i i . conscious of the small friend.y handnto Ewe you a chance to say, i1 aLl “I am talking about my handmaiden.. not me! If you wish my opinion. it HB'most gratifying. even flatteringli You look adorable! But Mrs. DaVis. makes no discrimination between. riding breeches and ‘pants.’ I didn't.I think your horse could get through this gate~-and' it’s the only way out. You will have to take him over." . Just when they were in mid-air.’ Mrs. Davis appeared on some breathq less errand and stopped transfixed for one inarticulate second. Then she yelled frantically: 3 “That there horse is running away with that boy!" . Townsend paused to explain graveâ€"* iy. Mrs. Davis shaded her eyes with, her hand, staring grimly afterl Rhoda. who had followed the drive- way to the barn and was already turning the horse over to a Davis,, visibly admiring. even at that disâ€"‘ tance. Davis did not deign Townsend a' second glance but proceeded on her interrupted errand with a pregnant," “Hump!” of contempt. i Coming back. three minutes later; with an apron full of vegetables, she- stopped definatly as Townsend greet-! ed her: “Wait a minute. Mrs. Davis. I want' you to meet Miss Brookes.” Rhoda was coming toward them in: a progress much hindered tby a family of collie puppies whose adora- ble c.umsiness accentuated her lithe; grace. She had pulled off her gloves,! and was having a tug of war with a! humorous pup, to the imminent des-, truction of one of the gloves. One woolly assailant came dragging her whip to > Townsend. Three others were doing their best to try out some, new teeth on the lustrous soft leath-; er of her boots. She had confessed to twenty-eight years to the Dun-l kard' preacher and the Traceys lessi than an hour before but had she omitted the eight it would have best; described her as she frolicked with' the bl'undering collie pups. She turned laughing eyes to herl host and his housekeeper, to surprise amused love~light in one pair of eyes! and unvoiced “brazen hussy” in thei other. Then though Mrs. Davis did“ not know how it happened, she found herself shaking hands with Rhoda,i who, not waiting for the formality 9f Townsend’s introduction, was mg: “Mrs. Davis, I am Rhoda Brookes. I think it is wonderfully kind of you to get dinner for me. to-day. Mr. Townsend tells me you are a surpass-i meg good cook and I am looking, scy- forward to a real treat. I warn you that I have a vast hunger." Mrs. Davis afterward admitted that it ,was not what Rhoda said that won her over. ‘She insisccd it was “just somethnig‘m her voice and in her cjcs aid the'way sh: hell my hand. I declare, she wasn’t a hit like I had her sized up." Townsend's face gave no hint of his delight in Rhoda’s pow-er to over- come that most difl’icult or all bu:- riers provincia1 prejudice. He hadi di'II-i'lcd the attention of the puppies' to himself and seemed scl:cely to be listening as Mrs. Davis modulated into: ~ _“My lands, Miss Brookcs! You. give me an awful scare, goin' ' overl that. fence theta-way! I thought! you was bein’ run off with. And I thought you was some boy! I de-i clare I did! I didn’t get a right} good look at you, the way that'borse was jumping- around. It looks like tempting Providence, to do the thingsi 'ou do! I’ve seen you in the pictures ut I always thought there was some trick to it. I must be seein’ to my baking. I don’t pretend to cook like Mandy Tracey but I’ll try to have! something you’ can eat!" When she had disappearend. Town- send laughed. ‘ _“You win! With Mrs. Davis to stick up for y‘ou and Uncle Aaron to Justify you and with Mrs. Tracey's sanction, you will be able to make my life a sore distress all the remain- der of your visit to your parents!” “Ward!” “You know quite well, Rhoda. that I'have had no change of heart either’ as to you or the farm. Then why not be satisfied to leave me to my carefully cultivated content?” Followed by the romping pink- tongued puppies. they walked slowly to the house. Rhoda made no reply and avoided his quiet eyes by re-. iiewing the tug of war at the porch. steps. Townsend passed her. going up to hold the door open. Entering, she‘turne’d to ask in a low voice: 1 “You would rather I had notl some?" “‘1 would rather you had coine~~â€"to stay.” “Don‘t let's go over that, Ward. I still think you have other, more in~i dividual talents than farming. II hate your burying yourself here.’ If' farming were all you could do. it! would be different." She paused. searching his face with trou‘iled eyes but a; he waited in silence, she continued. “Oh. i know that: a suc- cessfil farmer is as rare as rubies and that _vr have SLICL‘E‘E‘fiCd. But‘, you are a i.‘.‘c»’.aieiit man! Gc’. your To his keen amusement. Mrs.+ , night in . when he had done his work. wa_ knew you could,’ but I don’t know what to write about nor how to paint a picture and it is so much easier to hire the barn painted! might invent something but all the TliE BATTLE” REVELATION OF A SOLDIER'S HEART. ._..â€" Written by An American Major Just Before An Attack on the _l Argonne Forest. Of what does a soldier think the night before he goes into battle? In the Luxembourg, Paris, is a mas- I' terpiece of Edouard Detallle. entitled “The Dream.” It shows a long line inventions have already been invent-. of French soldiers sleeping near their ed! up by regular archeologists. I haven't a telescope or I'd locate a new star, and I do not understand navigation or I'd: hunt u a third pole or go fishing for 01 My hair isn't curly enough to‘stacked muskets. get me into the pictures and Babylonl are their dogs. .and Nineveh have already been ring: is a vision of a victorious army chmâ€"g. t i i Sleeping with them In the clouds above ing beneath the banners, cheering as they mOVe onward. According to the painter of drama- Atlantisn tic scenes. “victory” was the thing on I’d write you a sonnet but the onlyi the soldier's mind the night before the word I knew that rhymes with Rhodai battle. is soda and I cannot think of a; way to work it in effectively. to the top. is not never havin’ no black~smithin‘ shop! For two more cents. I’d kiss you but I agree with Hashimura Togoâ€"when honor comes along- too much are not enough. I also share his belief that honor are noble but inconvenient! \Vhee-ei It’s been six years since I have seen you glowing with wrath! good now! Take off your hat, dear. and make yourself at home. I’ll rustle up some cider. It.” is parti- cularly good this year and it has not turned, notwithstanding Uncle Aaron‘s insinuations not very long ago.” He was gone some little time. dur- ing which Rhoda sat staring into the appleswood fire, trying to which she resented more, the frank longing in his clear gray eyes or his merry selfâ€"possession! She Was peril- ously near tears and‘ she knew that Townsend’s delayed return was ow- in to his perception of that fact. Wien he did return, as he poured a glass of the cool amber cider, he said easily: “I think your director would do well to take a course \in agriculture or perha s have his scenario writer do it. n your last release there were some of the most absurd blund- ers. It really surprised me, for your company or corporation or whatever hey call themselves, poses as the bes 1” He set the pitcher on the mantel and lifted his glass, smiling down at her quizzically. “I’m immensely proud that you go to see meâ€"in pictures. You never wrote. I did not know. Iâ€"I often â€"wondered.” She lifted her glass in response. “Had you communicated that ‘won- der’ to me, I should have. been glad to set yourâ€"curiosityâ€"at rest. I was under the impression that you never wanted to see or hear of me again.” She made a little face at him and resumed the discussion of the lapses from things as they are, in the photo play in question, a dihcussion which lasted to the dessert of a surprising- ly good dinner presently announced by Mrs. Davis. ! (To be continued.) â€"-â€"â€"_Q._.~.__ RECEIVED NEWS IN SIX MINUTES. .â€" the British Empire Learned That War Was Declared. It required only six minutes to in- form the British Empire that England was at war on the night of August 4, 1914. says Lord Harcourt, who was then Colonial Secretary. "On that unforgettable night," he said to the Empire Parliamentary As- sociation. “I was in the cabinet room, Downing Street, with a few colleagues. Our eyes were on the clock, our thoughts on one subject only; but there was a feeble effort to direct our conversation to other matters. “'13 were waiting for a reply, which we knew full well would never come. to our ultimatum to Berlin. “When Big Ben struck 11:30 ~lllid' Berlinâ€"we left .the room knowing that the British Empire was When i at war. “I crossed to the colonial office to send a war telegram to the whole of the British Empire. I asked the ofli- cial in charge of that duty how long it would take. He said ‘about six min- utes.’ “I asked him to return to my room In seven minutes he was back and before morn- ing I received an acknowledgment of my telegram from every single colonial ' protectorate, and even islet in the Pa- cific. “So the grim machinery of war he- gau revolving in perfect order and with perfect preparation because, more than two years previously, an iii- dividnul warliook had been prepared by the colonial committee of (ieIGIISE' for every single protectorate and isâ€"- land. II was at that meirciii locked in the safe of each Government or commissioner and they knew at once \Villil to do." The womcn of Iceland I‘cc': cc‘ brazed the third year of \ :\ V . s. li‘ili:L‘l.l<I... Gilii' In-‘ deed, all that's kept me from getting} I'll bet decide . I] I . If their It happened that a Missouri soldier in France wrote to his wife just before the battle after which he was pro- iAlSfitianS Declare Life “'35 Madei moted from major to lieutenant-colonel I for gallantry in action. Major J. E. Rieger, of Kirkville, Mo., led into at- tack on the Argonne forest a battalion of 1,000 men, of which only 400 came out uninjured. A machine-gun bullet broke Major Rieger's field glasses and he was struck by a piece of shrapnel. He commanded the Second Battalion. 139th Regiment, Thirtyâ€"fifth Division. A. E. R, in the Argonne battle. Before the Battle. Just before the great battle in which his battalion was destined to suffer so severely, and which action caused his promotion by General Pershing on the battlefield, Major Rieger wrote this and mailed it to his wife in Kirk- ville: Front Lines, Oct. 21. 1918. Just Before the Battle The long, long night marches had ended, the dragging of weary feet through mud and debris was over. The groping through rain and black- ness, made doubly so by dense forest. was done and now, concealed in the forest of the Argonne by day. the army of attack quietly rested. The order of battle was handed me and I read it to my assembled battal- ion. The day for which the long training, danger and hardships had been incurred had come at last. We were to attack the hill where 40.000 French soldiers had fallen in defeat two years before: but death was there, artillery, machine guns. mines, wire, trenches, tunnels, a mighty stronghold. We were to be ably supported. I told my men all. " The order was received in silence; their faces took on a determined look, but no fear was there. I noticed them later; all wore smiles, for the hour of vindication had come; soon was heard the songs about mother, short stanzas of baby songs, cradle rhymes, lullabies of mother. Manly voices. harsh. un« trained, unmusical, became sweet with melody; each his own heart's deepest longing was giving expression. Wife, sister, friend-all forgotten â€" just mother. Then, as the truth came to them that some might not return, long- forgotten songs of religion, learned in days gone by, were heard~sougs of the Lord. And mingled together were the notes of love and protection of mother and Jesusâ€"«all others were forgotten. During Battle and After. Later I heard those same voices when in the attack; not now the soft voice of song, but the shout of combat â€" a mighty rear! The voice of the people is not the voice of God, but the mighty voico of soldier men. Seeing before them those who had pillaged and murdered and burned and en- slaved. they became as the avengers of God and spoke with His voice and acted with His power. Never will I forget their look. their voice! We swept everything before us, capturing and wounding and killing the enemy in the face of artillery and machine guns wdrked with desperate speed. I heard voices again. now subdued-â€" they were of mother and Jesus still. . I heard the wounded~not a cry, just . a song. strong for mother as the wounded one felt the earth strong be- neath him, but a sort of farewell to her who bore him and a clinging to an unseen hand of power as life slowly slipped away. , . Mother, you are honored above the king, the president. the general, the! great of earth. The song of heroes is of you. Could you ask more. than to be first and last by those whom the! libertyloving world delights to honor? Your name and that of Jesus bound together in the hero‘s life and death. “Mother. behold thy son: son, behold thy mother." ..__.a_~. H 11‘ Canada is to maintain a large xporz trade it will be necessary fori e moi-imam to maintain the ‘ “no number of animals on his! .1 to finish his stock before Buying a Pat cket or; Is not a: gamble, but a. sure thing that you are getting the greatest possible Quality and Value to the limit of your expenditure. TRY a ET. B [340 RITIRINGâ€"lillllsw BRUTAL AS BEFthl‘. TERRORIZED THE STRASBOURG CITIZENS TO THE LAST lare all poverty stricken and bear on their hollow faces the traces of end~ less suffering. They carry with them all their earthly possessionsâ€"bicycles (without rubber tires), perambulators handcarts, the children grasping some 'cherished toy, an aged woman borne ion a stretcherâ€"and move on in a neverâ€"ending stream out of the sha- dow into the sunlight, from the her-- rors of internment camp into a count try which is France once ‘more, to the accompaniment of bands and the Ulldt’sil’able During the Four I waving of flags and with a joy which Years of the war. ! is immense and demonstrative. The following rough notes of a four days stay in Strasbourg, in the British Prisoners Return. 'Mixed with the motley crowd are Alsatian soldiers in German field early part of December, have been i gray and, saddest of all, British sol- forwarded by a correspondent whoi diets, singly and in little groups; signs himself E. A. 8-: isomc of their old khaki tunics, with The taking over of the administraâ€" tion of Strasbourg by the French has been completed with remarkable , German trousers and German cap5, nearly all in rags, and hollow-cheeked and hungry. There were 20 degrees speed and effidemy' The “St Gen? of frost, but not one had any overâ€" man soldiers were leaving the town as French cavalry entered it. Up to the last the Germans behaved in the usual German way, trying to terrorâ€" ize the civilian, population by the senseless discharge of rifles and re- volvers in the air during the night preceding the occupation. I spoke during my four days’ stay in Strasbourg with scores of Alsa- tianS, Who were unanimous in declar- ing that life in Strasbourg was un- bearable during over four years of war. Denunciations on the slightest pretext were followed by forcible re- moval to Germany, where most of them have remained ever since. It must be remembered, however, that there is to-day a very large purely German population in the towu esti- coat. I was the first British officer they had seen for months or years. and they were delighted, for it made them think that home was near at hand. Most of these men had been allowed by the Germans to escape and they had been simply turned adrift to find their way back, without food or proper clothing. In due course they came to the bridge and joined ithe throng of returning refugees. More than 300 walked in in two days. 9 Safe Paths Over the Sea. “Britannia rule?) the waves"â€"no idle boast; ‘ ’ Necessity’s her plea-â€" Her rule must reach from coast to fun thest coast, mated by the latest returns to be Whose paths are on the sea. about 65‘000_ The Alsatians seem to I Had .this Brisish boast been an idle be getting a little of their ovm back on these and their position is not an toast V Where would our race be now? enviable one. By a decree of the French no purely German household. [business premises, or German room was allowed to display a tricolor or bunting or any form of decoration, and as all Alsatians vied with one another in their display of patriotic ardor the contrast was very marked and ‘the German inhabitants made very noticeable by his lack of national emblems. Alsatians Sing “Marsellaise.” There was, however, not the slightâ€" est disorder or ill feeling on the part of the Alsatians, who sang the “Mar- seillnise” all day with a strong Ger- man accent and were immensely am- used at the more youthful members of the French army, both officers and men, Who walked to the Rhine in order to spit just once into it. This harmless pastime seemed to fill the Alsatian gamin with delight. Not a single policeman was visible, and the French military carried out all their administrative duties with wonderful tact and discretion. ' A remarkable sight was that of the French poilus walking about with A1- satian soldiers in German uniforms. These latter filled the streets and were mostly deserters from the Gerâ€" man army or had ben allowed to re- i turn over the Rhine, the Germans having no more use for them. Hardly any of these youths could speak any- thing but German. but they were de- termined on every occasion to show their love for France by plastering i themselves with red, white and blue. The most curious and at the same. time the most pathetic sight in Strasâ€" bourg was on the Rhine Bridge, which ' is the dividing line between Alsace I and Germany. The bridge is ten. minutes drive from the centre of the; town. The one bank is held by the French and the other by the Ger: mans, and the centre of the bridge is a sort of No Man’s Land. The Ger- mans allow no one to cross to their side. and threaten every officer with immediate arrest if he crosses the dividing line; but from the German i side there pours, in one uninterrupted 1‘fiow, a procession of wretched hum- anity which can only be compared with the exodus from Belgium during the early days of the war. They are mostly Alsatians who, for various reasons. have been kept in Germany for years or months in durance vile and are now returning to homes, which in Imany cases have been so. questrated and sold up by the Ger- mans. They are mostly women and very young children or old men. They A I By Krupp’s grim steel ’neath the Kaiser’s heel. Slaves at the Teuton plough. She early sought and with life-blood bought An Empire o’er the wave; By fleets 'twas won and from jealous Hun Only her fleets could save. To her distant lands and India's Strand Her highways are the sea; The race that outbuilds our Mother. land Holds to her wealth the key. 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