ad little to say of the campaign itself. They drew the curtain on
the horrors for purposes of personal glory and raised it only to point a
lesson that should prevent another war. No, they would never try killing
again. That sort of business was buried as securely as Westerling's
ambition. Partow's name kept recurring; one of the paragraphs of his
message, showing how clearly he had foreseen the effect on sentiment,
was frequently quoted:

"We have had war's test; who wants it repeated? We have kept peace with
force between these two brave, high-spirited peoples; why not have the
peace of wisdom? Former sacrifices of blood have been for the glory of
victory of one country over another. Why not consider this one a
sacrifice in common for the glory of a victory in common? If the leaders
of the great nations that boast their civilization cannot find a way to
a permanent understanding among themselves, while they stand for the
peace of the world, then the very civilization which produced the
resolute, intelligent courage and the arms and organization that we have
seen in being is a failure. Surely, the brains that directed these great
armies ought to be equal to some practical plan. Meet the conditions of
international distrust, if you will, by establishing a neutral zone ten
miles broad along the frontier free of all defences. Let the Grays guard
five miles of it on the Brown side and the Browns five miles on the Gray
side, as insurance against surprise or the ambitions of demagogues. What
an example for those other nations beyond Europe, as yet lacking your
organization and progress, whom you must aid and direct! What a return
to you in both moral and commercial profit! Keep armed, in reason; keep
strong, but only as an international police force."

* * * * *

The keen air had given Mrs. Galland the best appetite she had had for
months. She was beginning to fear a late luncheon, when Marta appeared
at the garden gate with the man whose legions had followed in the
footsteps of other winning armies through the pass. He was happier than
the old baron, when plundering was at its best, or the Roman commander
with Rome cheering him. Mrs. Galland's smile had the bliss of family
paradise regained as she watched them in a swinging hand-clasp coming up
the terrace steps. The picture they made might have seemed effeminate to
the baron. Yet we are not so sure of that. Marta had always insisted
that he