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E mnst manage It, Peggy. Wo most do everything nicely. It would bo a pJejunrr to your fatht,r and It "would Ctra Oancr a ohmx." Sirs. Lester looked questroningly at hr sturdy eocond daughter, the anxious lines of her once pretty face deepening &a eh waited for Pesri'a corrrrr.ent. "Give Eleanor . 3haccef repeated Pejrgy Tannery, lookinc up from the letter in hand. 'What do you mean, mothcrT "Z1t Verity rs rich end enrely he cmld not help admiring Eanor If he cam hero to day as he suggests; nobody era help ft! Oh Jh, jTca, of course. Pm. afraid my wits were van do ring off to the b-otcher end the win merchant, and I was thlnUnc of the millionaire' enly as a jerlous Inconvenience. But if hell fall In lore with our Eleanor and lift her out of the struggle, I fhall bless bin all ray days." TTo admired her at the FsrreV dance, didn't hoT T think bo. And he seemed quite interested to find that father 'was at Eton -with his father. We had quite a long tnlk cbout It-tret he never hinted to tne he meant to Invite hlmBolf to fftay with us." Ton may ha rare he fell In lore with Eleanor ct first eight," declared Mrs. Lester, "vtth conviction. "And that Is why ho wants to come. It's the chance of a lifetime for my poor, lorcly Eleanor If f-he will only take ft. X do hope ehe "won't be foolish and warto her tlm fiirtlng with Captain Drayton. Ferya brovrs contracted. I cant love that man," ehe eald sharply. "I vri3h Eleanor "wouldn't lot him haunt the placo bck" "To a xnusnt hlaine your sister If men admire her," protested Mrs. Lester, "It la only natural ehe should Hko to ts& to a man sometimes l" Cant eh tDc to Georpe Farnham? George la a gentleman at any rate-" "Oh, Oeorso Is bo quiet and dull, end eho has known him all her life. I mean a man who admires her." "Well Vxn no time, mother, darling; to worry over Eleanor and her admirers nowj for whether we give fcr to Mjv Verity or not, we rhoulfl kIto him come thing fit to eat. 113 euro Jane wouldn't be able to manage xaoro than three courses for dinner If tho skies were to fall; and how Martha Is to valet him as "well as father, I dont know." "Put yon will manage something, won't yon, Peggy darling? It may mean f o much - "Yc3, mother," promised Pcjzrgy, with a Elgh. "And I suppose father can taSro film oft our handa a little." "Yes, dont vorry, darling. If he has your father and Eleanor, he will be quite well taken, care of. You really need scarcely appear at all. It's the cookinj I am most worried about "It's the retting something to cook Pm most w orris 4 about," thought "Peggy; but she did not utter the words. Aloud eho remarked, "Well, If ho really is coming this evening Pvo a busy day before ce," And with a eml ling nod she hurried off to intenrier Jano find Martha, When John Verity entered the shabby beautlfil old drawing room at Vendles that Summer evening be

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FEY7 books on military science are being written to-day and fewer still are the readers among the educated, outside of the restricted groups of scientific professional eoldiera. Even the history of wars themselves has been utterly neglected in the general unpopularity of historical study caused by that unfortunato fcholastio influence which has rnado of history, as taught to-day, a false, unnatural and meaningless science. It is most unfortunate, for la an age when public opinion has eo commanding an influence upon the affairs of state, it Is essential that there snould b, tmon? the educated and influential clas3 at least some conception of things military enough at any rate to enable one to understand what is going on in time of war knowledge which can only be acquired in time of peaco by reading the history of wars long pas:. ThU is the only way In which such knowledgo can be obtained, and it is not a difficult one when you have the right books. War is difficult to carry on, bu. "oa" enough to understand when others are carry ins it on; for among all historical phenomena it Is the simplest Thero are certain elemental psychological forces which find their expression In war, tho instinct of self-preservation and tho passions which make a man rise above it; boldness and humility, daring and timidity, patience and rashness. These feelings arise alternately from weakness or strength, from success or failure. It Is not difficult, therefore, for an educated man, somewhat versed in the study of man and his conduct, to arrive at a proper conception of tho cause and results of war.

fore dinner his eyes fell upon a graceful figure in r narrow green silk gown lazily playing with a terrier, and he smiled upon it as it rose to greet him- But the smile was inscrutable; even Eleanor's mother could not have said "with certainty that the young man's heart was touched. And a3 tho younger daughter of the house dlJ, not appear until a few minutes before dinner was announced, the, too, was unable to decide by first signs. Dinner that evening was a merry meal; and If, as was mo3t unlikely, the thought crossed John Verity's mind that the menu was an extremely simple one, and that one countrylooking maid to wait at table was scarcely what might be expected in a mansion the size of Vendles, it certainly did not weigh upon his spirits. Colonel Lester, though as usual quiet and undemonstrative, was obviously glad to talk to the son of his school hero, Jack Verity. Mrs. Lester found a new comfort and hope in the thought that Eleanor was having a chance. Eleanor, herself, smiled and talked in her most bewitchlngly lazy manner, a manner which few men were able to resist. And Peggy, poor, anxious Peggy, was for the time quite gay and sparkling; for the simple meal had been a success, no accidents had happened, and It was too eoon to begin to worry about the morrow. It was not tm ehe was going to bed that her responsibilities returned to her. "What a Jolly evening," she thought. "Eleanor looked lovely. Mr. Verity eeems erach a 'good sort He must admire her, surely. OhM with sudden recollection. "Let me pee, boots to be cleaned, clothes brushed, bath-water, shaving-water. Pll grind the coffee myself, and make the toast, while Jane cooks the fish' and bo on, and bo on; and Peggy lay down upon her bed almost wishing that the morning had come that she might begin to do things. "Whatever are yon doing. Miss Peggy?" It was past noon of the following day, and the sun was blazing down, as John Verity leaped over tho stile. PeSo7 ho had been struggling across the meadow with a large square basket in her arms, bumped it suddenly on the ground and sat on it "Oh I I was carrying a basket," ehe gasped, drawing her handkerchief from her pocket and fanning her cheek3. "Yes, I saw that. But why? It is far to tiring." "I thought It would be amusing to have, a picnic luncheon down by the river. Do you liko the idea?" "Immensely. But why should you be doing tho work?" "I liko doing it' declared Peggy boldly. "It doesn't hurt me." "Well, I, tco, like doing it, so wo'll do it together." "But where are the others? Do go back to them." "Thoy don't want me," he laughed. The Colonel has gone to verify a date" "And you left Eleanor alone?" "No, Captain Drayton is with yoi;r sister," he said, his face becoming quickly gravePeggy's face fell. Ch," ihe thought indignantly, "already that horrible man is spoiling my plan." She longed to say, "Please don't take any notice of Captain Drayton; he 13 not engaged to Eleanor. We

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if they are intelligently presented. But wars, as a rule, are not intelligently, truthfully and rationally presented to the general readers of Intelligence. Especially is this true of modern wars. The general reader cannot easily study the history of the Franco-Prussian War in such a way that he may apply its lesson to his own country, to the situations which confront him to-day, and which he is called upon, more or tecs, as a cliizea of a democratic country to lecide. Still less easy is it to study the lesdons of that vast widespread and long-ending conflict the American war of secession. We know that In some way that conflict was followed by the most amazing material development the world has ever seen I refor to the ievelopment of the United States within the past generation. How many educated men can explain how tho war was related to that development and what the really good or evl) results of the war may have been? Military history needs to be written In a new way. Our educated classes, as a rule, have an entirely wrcng conception of war, whether they take the romantic view of the subject or the peace propaganda. Our military leaders have failed to give civilians any kind of condensed military instruction and some such basis is absolutely necessary if we are to make any judgment in the matter at alL It is a curious fact and one of the most bizarre in tho extraordinary, fantastic age In which we live, that the only book of recent years adequately chroniclins for ordinary readers the tremendous history of the

want her to marry you." But in civilized society one cannot say that sort of thing. "I am sure Eleanor wou'd rather you had stayed," was what she really did venturjo to say. "I am sure you need me more," he said with a smile, and he pointed to the basket. Reluctantly she rose, and he lifted It from the ground, Arrived at the river's bank, Peggy temporarily forgot her anxiety. John Verity was excellent company, nad most useful In helping to lay the cloth beneath the branches of the big beech tree. "How many knives and forks?" he asked. "Five," answered Peggy. "Oh, no, I suppose we shall be six if Captain Drayton is here," she added sharply. "Your voice sounds as if you would rather be five," he laughed. "I thought Captain Drayton was generally a favorite." "Do you know him?" she asked. "Just a little, some time ago," he replied qu5etly. 'lie is not a favorite of mine," she declared. "And I don't believe Eleanor wants him." John Verity did not contradict her, but she could not feel sure that she had convinced him. "Oh, the annoying way of things," thought poor Peggy. "He probably thinks there is an 'understanding' between them. I do wish Captain Drayton would stay away." "You will want one more drinking horn, one more knife, fork and ppoon anything else?" he asked. "Tell me, and I will go back to the hocF with your message " "No, no, said Peggy hastily. "I would rather go myself." "Please rest here, and let me be yonr messenger. -I can't." "Please." "No, I I want to fetch the things myself." "Independent person! Do you do It because you have v lews' on 'the whole duty of woman? " "No," she said, facing him frankly. "I do it because wo have no servant to pare. Martha is busy and tired" "Poor Martha," he interrupted kindly. "Then, if you must go, I will go with you, and when the basket Is packed I will carry it. I am never so happy as when I am toiling for a reward." "You call a luncheon a reward?" she laughed. "I call helping Martha and you a reward," he replied, with that inscrutable cmllo In his eyes. The picnic by the river was gay and unceremonious, and Peggy felt strangely, unreasonably happy. It seemed to her that she hod never enJoyed a p!cn!o so much In all her life before. Even the presence of Captain Drayton could not cloud her pleasure. That bete noir was unusually quiet and thoughtful. Eleanor, herself, looked beautiful in her simple pink muslin gown, her sleepy violet eyes restlr.g smilingly first on one admirer and then on the other. And Peggy hugged to herself the thought of the relief It would be if Eleanor could only make a rich, and at the same time happy, marriage. How it would lift the beauty of the family out of Insufficient means. How it would do away with the constant difficulty of getting the longed-for pretty new clothes! How it would enable her to live the happy, luxu

rious lif.5 she was so eminently fitted for! "Coo-ee!" They looked up to see a tall figure, riding-whip In hand, crossing the meadow. It was George Farnham. "How d'ye do," he said as he came near. "I was riding in this direction and thought I would drop in to see how Verity was behaving himself, after his desertion of me." And shaking hands with the ladles of the party and the Colonel, he looked down on Verity, as he sat leaning against a tree trunk and laid his hand on his shoulder. To Captain Drayton he gave merely a curt nod. "He has managed to make himself one of the family circle," laughed Captain Drayton, rather unpleasantly. "That's right," said George quietly. "I'm glad I came to witness It." "And you're Just in time to punt mother and mo down to Sunningmlll," said Peggy. "Right," said George. "Delighted." "In riding get-up?" sneered Captain Drayton. Yes, in a motor-coat If he thought it would please us," said Peggy sharply. "What a nice young man!" commented the Captain. "Yes, Pm a nice young man," said George quietly. "I always come and go when I'm wanted to." Captain Drayton gave an embarrassed laugh. "Then come now, please, George said Peggy. In her heart ehe was thinking "When father goes back to his study, and niothe rand I leave Eleanor with both of them, Captain Drayton will go home if no one asks him to stay; and then Mr. Verity must fall in love with Eleanor, she is looking so pretty." What wa3 passing in Mr. Verity's own mind it would be hard to say, but his half-closed eyes followed tho trio closely as they made their way to the punt When they had disappeared round the bend of the stream he brought his attention back to his more immediate surroundings, and saw Eleanor and Captain Drayton gayly playing " conqueror " with the seeded plantain heads within their reach; and poor Peggy's hope3 would have sunk if she could have seen the "millionaire" strolling back across the meadow with the Colonel, leaving tho players to themselves. For the first two days of Mr. Verity's visit Peggy was certainly doomed to disappointment Captain Drayton appeared two or three times a day, with or without an excuse, and the "matrimonial prize" was left chiefly to Peggy herself. On the second morning after his arrival he came upon her unexpectedly, round by the kitchen garden, brushing his dress coat; and without a word he took the garment oat of her hands Peggy's cheeks blazed with a blush of embarrassv ment as sho looked up at his stern face"Why do you do such a thing?" he demanded. For a moment she hesitated, then, "Because we keep only two maids and no man," sho replied defiantly. "We are very poor for such a plao a3 Vendles, Mr. Verity, and so you see" "What I don't see is why you should brush my coat," ho said gently. "There's no harm in being poor, goodness knows. Many of my friends are poor; but I don't for that reason lot them brush my clothes.

wars of the nineteenth century (the most warlike century, par excellence, in the history of the world) is the work of a man whose life has been devoted to the peace propaganda la Italy Ernest Theodore Moneta. True, he was an officer and saw service, an excellent training for a historian. In any case, his volumes on "War and Peace In the Nineteenth Century" are a mine of information which should be carefully studied by all who really wish to understand thoroughly the great movements which, through war, have made Europe what it is to-day. Doubtless there are many valuable studies upon military history recently published by officers of high rank in various armies. But all these works are prepared for the initiated, and not for us ordinary mortals, to whom they are of little or no use. It may be a profitable suggestion to such of these experts as are able to write books of general interest that we need some Information on their specialty. In periods of prolonged peace there is widely diffused among educated readers, through the vehicle of literature, a kind of romantic love for war, which is not at times without Its real perils to tho nations. Parlor poets and philosophers talk of war without knowing what they are talking of as "the mother of heroes and valor," "the tie that binds classes and masses," "the revivifying force of nations weakened by peace, prosperity and pleasure." Whoever knows of war, through experience or study, knows It is indeed a "tie" sometimes necessary, but like the handcuff, not always ennobling. If victory ex

Give m the brush, please, and I will do It. And please tell Martha." he continued, his seriousness suddenly vanishirg in a smile, "that if ehe has any wood to be chopped or rater carried, I'm the man for her. I've been camping, and I know all about it." So the awkward moment ended In a laugh, and Peggy end the "millionaire" went In to breakfast the best of friends. It was on the third day of Mr. Verity's visit that Mrs. Lester's wishes and Peggy's plans began to look hopefuL To everyone's relief (except perhaps, El?anors, and she said nothing). Captain Drayton did not appear. Business called him to London, he had told them. And with a frank simplicity that was as defiant cf criticism as if she had boea a oh: Id, Eleanor turned her attention to John Verity. Peggy watched the change of affairs with delight but with, at the same time, an Inexplicable sinking, of the heart "I suppose Pm tired," she said to herself impatiently. "It is silly of me to be so dumpy over it, though. And, perhaps, after all, I do miss Mr. Verity's company a little, though I am so glad he Is falling In love with Eleanor. It Is Just a little dull and heating to be fagginjr round working in this sun, I shall reel better soon." Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and even Wednesday afternoon passed, Mr. Verity's last day and Eleanor had not announced that he had made her a proposal of marriage. "Does he love her, or doesnt he?" Peggy asked herself nervously. "I don't know how he can help himself. Perhaps he is waiting till the very last evening. George Farnham was dining with them that Wednesday evening, and his eyes followed Elianor with something of the expression of a faithful dog. To Mrs. Lester and to Peggy George was simply the boy who had grown up within a mile of Vendles, the boy they had always known; but John Verity saw more clearly Into h's friend's heart and he also knew its value. After dinner, when the Colonel had slipped away to his beloved study, and Mrs. Lester was absorbed in a new novel, Eleanor, who all the day had seemed by turns unusually spirited and suddenly distrait strolled away on the pretext of writing a note. Peggy, left with George and Mr. Verity, sang a few old English songs at their request and then, lured by the beauty of the twilight garden, went over to the window. "Let us go out shall we?" suggested John Verity. "I am sure Mrs. Lester will be quite glad to read her book In peace." And holding his hand to Peggy he helped her (Peggy, who was always helping other people) over the top stop from the long window to the terrace, while George Farnham followed them into the fresh air. Slowly, desultorily, after having dawdled to watch the evening primroses, they strolled away past the gardens and down the avenue till they came to the lodge gates, and, passing through them, stepped out on to the public road. "There's a train coming through the cutting," remarked George, "we can see It from that gate." And crossing the road they leaned upon the opposite gate and watched the "fiery monster" rounding a corner a

alts, defeat depresses, disturbs and unsettles a nation for several generations. Defeat and victory tse not necessarily the certain rewards of vice and virtue respectively, or of cowardice and bravery. Fortune is a mysterious compound of unknown forces which blindly and capriciously scatters its favors. The miseries of defeat fall not always to the lot of those who have earned punishment most richly, nor do the great rewards always fall to those who have most deserved thorn. A successful war may strengthen a weak government; and this is really an advantage If the government wisely used the prestige thus acquired. But a society profoundly undermined by egoism, pride and capricious tyrannies, which have become the common defects of its ruling classes, will not be regenerated by a w.r, unless thit war uproots, destroys or disperses that very ruling class and puts another in its place. But then it is no longer a war; it is a revolution really and truly a revolution and history records very few real revolution! A good military literature would be an excellent antidote to the romantlo fantasies widely prevalent on the subject of war. It would teach that tl war 13, as Theodore Roosevelt said, "not the wt)rst of evils," If It may be, at some critical time, a vital neoessity It is always m evil and a very terrible necessity. To meet Euch a crisis as it presents with resolution, courage and skill. Is a duty; but to provoke it lightly is a crime, which is the more easy to commit In proportion as the continued duration of peace effaces the memories of war'3 horrors, respontibil!tie3 and dangers.

mile or so away. When the train had whirled away out of sight and they had turned to stroll back to the house again, a simple sound caught the attention of practical Peggy. "That founds like a horse in Parker's Lane," she said, with mild interest "What can a horse be doins in the lane now! I wonder if it has got loose from a field. George." And stepping a little apart from the two men, she looked down the narrow lane beside the field across which they had been gazing. "Why how extraordinary!" she gasped. In another moment she had disappeared. The two men, puzzled, followed after her. "Eleanor! Eleanor, what are you doing?" Peggy ran quickly down tho narrow lane, and placed her hand upon the neck of the horse Just as Eleanor, in riding habit and covert coat, was about to spring into the saddle. "Leavn me alone!" replied Eleanor, turning to face her sister and tho two men, her face as white as death, and her voice angry and trembling. "Go home, please, I can ride if I like, cant I!" "But why ride at this time, and alone? What does It mean? Your face shows me Eleanor dear, that something is wrong. What has happened, darling? Tell me, what Is the trouble?" "You little fool!" cried Eleanor, quite unlike her usual good-natured self. "Go home. I want to be alone. I want a ride" But before she had finished her words the hoofs of another horse were heard ccming In the opposite direction. A man was leading the horse a familiar figure and suddenly Peggy divined half the truth. "You are going with Captain Drayton," she said, amazed. "Eleanor, 3'ou must not go. Don't be so wrong, so mad. How can you, a lady, do that sort of thing! Come back with me, Eleanor, I shall not leave you, to go riding at night with that man!" By this time the two other men, suspecting that something was wrong, but not realizing the situation, had drawn near. But the next moment John Verity's mouth straightened and his eyes grew hard, and Instead of turning back as he had intended, he came forward. "I wouldn't go for a ride to-night, Miss Lester, if I were you," he said gravely, "it's a bad light for pits." "Mr. Verity need not trouble himself about me," said Eleanor, haughtily, "I presume even he has no right to stop me from taking a ride with a friend!" The other horse and Ms leader had halted a few yards away in the deep shndow. "Is Captain Drayton your friend?" said John Verity, -with deliberate clearness. "I am sorry'." "Sorry!" cried Eleanor, stung to fury by his words, purposely insulting to the man whom she knew must be listening. "Sorry, are you! Then perhaps," she cried defiantly, as Fhe prepared to spring to her saddle, "you will be even more sorry to hear" she paused for a few seconds, but a mad impulse filled her to amaze and hurt and defy them, "that he will soon be my husband, for I am riding off to marry him!" "Marry him!" cried Pegy hoarsely. "Oh, Eleanor, you are mad, you dont know what you are saying! Come home! I shall fetch father.

Eleanor! Eleanor!" But John Verity had stepped for ward sternly, and taking the bridle In his hand. "Don't trouble. Miss IV?y," he said in the same c'.rar vo'.ce. "Your sister cannot marry Captain Drayton bcau5e he Is a marrird man already." White-faced and indignant Eleanor turned and fronted him. "You" she tried to say sornotMn to contradict hlrn, to silonce him, but her voic$ failed her. "If you dno't believe m." ssJd John Verity gently, "wo will ask him," and he pointed toward where he knew ihe cowardly deceiver was lurking. But Eleanor's white hand slipped from the pommel which sho had been grasping, and with a heart-breaking little cry he flung it out despairingly toward George Farnham and slipped unconscious to the ground. The hone and man in the shjJow slipped quietly away. "She does not lovo him really; don't believe it It was his horrible influence! If you lovo her" John Verity held up his hand to check Peggy's impulsive word1. "Miss Peggy, don't think me unfeeling, but I do not lovo your sister." They had met, these two. In the library before breakfast on the following morning, and Peggy, after a sleepless night, had determined to ease John Verity's heart if possible. "Ah," she said bitterly, "you are disgusted by that night's scene!" "No. I admire Miss Lester greatly; but I have never loved her. I couldn't" "Ilecause? Because what?" "Because I love you!" "Me!" "Yes, you. you; always you, only you, from the moment you entered the Ferrers ballroom." 'Me!" "Yes, you, Peggy, darting, and I want you; I want you more than anything else In the world to say you will try to love me." For minutes Peggy stared at him, and her brain seemed to whirl round and round. Then quite suddenly everything seemed to grow clear and still, and coming close to him sho looked into his face with a great amazement. "Why why," she said In an awed whisper, "I verily believe I have been loving you for days!" "It seems unfeeling, almost cmH, to be happy when Eleanor is suffering so," said Peggy, coming back to the trouble after half an hour o! perfect happiness. "Peggy dear, shall I tell you something?" "Yes," said Peggy. "Did you happen to notice Farn ham's face when Eleanor turned on us last night?" "No," declared PegT7, "I only Eleanor's." "Well, there was love on his face if ever there was on any man's, and, judging from the way she turned to Mm not to you or to me when the blow fell, I feel sure, certain, positive, that in time she will be almost (but not quite) as happy as you art, my Peggy, and Georgo will be as proud and grateful as your own lover." "Well, I never!" exclaimed Peggy. "It isn't a bit as I planned it; but It rooms quite as good." "It seems to me a million times better," laughed John Verity, and he held her closely to him.

There is another misconception, very much diffused throughout our somewhat mechanical civilization, which such books could dispel or correct. I allude to the belief that war has to-day become a science, governed by precise and well-defined rules; and that In this modern game of mathematical precision, the perfection of equipment is the deciding factor. It is a perverted desire of our modem life to reduceverything to a scientific basi.:. to multiply schools and books; and mechanicians are so powerful, and so enterprising in our civilization, that this misconception has sunk its roots deeply and firmly into our minds, even in those of thinkers and students. But it is a dangerous error. 1: deceives tho many into believing that the high development of modern arms and equipment is a certain assurance of victory when, in fact, it is only a very uncertain aid to an army which must dpend upon other conditions for Its rfTic!f3cy. When any war commences every on guesses, more or laaa capriciously, accordi k. his lympathies or Interests, what the result will be. As one of the two opposing sides mus: win, there must always be a number cf successful or lucky prophets. But no one can know, when a wp.r begin, where it will end; and in which way the vic tor will achieve his success. There must logically always be a large margin allowed for the unforeseen, the unknown. To consider the so contingencies 13 a duty no les of t'ii government which carries on a war than of h j public which must sustain it bv its approval and support. To neglect this dutv is ;0 op-i the door to frightful dangers when any cue'j country enters upon war.