"They were the heritage that history handed down to us, spoiled and
diminished no doubt, in comparison with yet earlier days that we never
knew, but still something to thrill and enliven one little corner of our
Continent, something to help us to conjure up in our imagination the days
when the Turk was thundering at the gates of Vienna. And what shall we
have to hand down to our children? Think of what their news from the
Balkans will be in the course of another ten or fifteen years. Socialist
Congress at Uskub, election riot at Monastir, great dock strike at
Salonika, visit of the Y.M.C.A. to Varna. Varna--on the coast of that
enchanted sea! They will drive out to some suburb to tea, and write home
about it as the Bexhill of the East.
"War is a wickedly destructive thing."
"Still, you must admit--" began the Merchant. But the Wanderer was not
in the mood to admit anything. He rose impatiently and walked to where
the tape-machine was busy with the news from Adrianople.
FOR THE DURATION OF THE WAR
The Rev. Wilfrid Gaspilton, in one of those clerical migrations
inconsequent-seeming to the lay mind, had removed from the moderately
fashionable parish of St.
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