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There, he sometimes thought, was the real obstacle to his great desire. He wished, this morning, that he were not Colonel Lanstron, but the bridge-builder returning from his triumph after he had at last spanned the chasm and controlled the floods. Ah, there was something like romance and real accomplishment in that! What an easy time a bridge-builder had, comparatively, too!
But when Feller brought his armful of chrysanthemums to her on the veranda, there was no trace in her expression of the discovery she had made, and she wrote a direction on his pad in the usual fashion. As a boy, Arthur Lanstron had persisted in being an exception to the influences of both heredity and environment.
"There you have all that, is in my brain the whole plan. The envelope contains the combinations of all the pigeonholes, if you wish to look up any details." "Thank you!" Lanstron half whispered. It was all he could think of to say.
Afraid in your youth of the burden that I bear in age?" His fingers closed in on Lanstron's with such force that the grip was painful. "Promise!" he commanded. "I promise!" Lanstron said with a throb. "That's it' That's the way!
Feller brought it to Mrs. Galland. "Yes, it was Colonel Lanstron," she said, after reading the message. "The message says: 'Hello, Marta! Any other officer would have said: 'How do you do, Miss Galland! He could not have known that she was away.
A risk a risk but, my boy, I am going to " Partow's head, which was bent in thought, dropped with a jerk. A convulsion shook him and he fell forward onto the map, his brave old heart in its last flutter, and Lanstron was alone in the silent room with the dead and his responsibility. "The order that I knew he was about to speak, Marta, I gave for him," Lanstron concluded.
Such were the colonel's simple tactics. "But stop on the top of the knoll. Though we'd like to take the capital this afternoon, it's against orders." Lanstron, dropping into place in the line, felt as if he were about to renew his youth. He had the elation of his early aeroplane flights, when he was likely to be hung on a church steeple.
"I think that was Colonel Lanstron leading when he ought to leave such work to his assistants," said Mrs. Galland. "You remember him why, it was the colonel who recommended you! There, now, I've forgotten again that you are deaf!" The slip of paper glided back and forth on slight currents of air and finally fell among the rose-bushes a few yards from where the two were standing.
Lanstron laughed very humanly for an automaton. "I'll suggest the battery to him. It might prove a labor saver," he said. "Being a little old-fashioned, he has depended on clockwork, which requires a special orderly to wind us when we fun down and nod at our desks." Then he turned solicitous.
There was something more than mere titular respect in the way the young captain saluted -admiration and the diffident, boyish glance of recognition which does not presume to take the lead in recalling a slight acquaintance with a man of distinction. "Dellarme! It's all of two years since we met at Miss Galland's, isn't it?" Lanstron said, shaking hands with the captain.
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