Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-28
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By
FREDERICK PALMER
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After long intermission came an.
other outburst from Dellarme's men,
which she interpreted as the response
to another rush by the Grays; and this
yelping of the demon was not that
of the hound after the hare, as in
the valley, but of the hare with his
back to the wall When 1t was over
there was no cheer. What did this
mean? Without warning to her mother
she bolted out of the kitchen. Mrs.
Galland sprang up to follow, but
Minna barred the way.
zone is enough!" she said firmly.
and Mrs. Galland dropped back int
her chair.
In the front rooms Marta found
havoc beyond her Imagination. A por.
tion of the ceiling had been blown out
by shell entering at an upstairs win.
dow; the hardwood floors we're lit
tered with plaster and window-glass
and ripped into srlint"rs in places.
But she hurried on, impelled by she
knew not what, through the dining
room, ana, =. veranda,
stopped short, Wl.A Ciiating eyes and
a cry Of grievous shock. Two of his
men were carrying Dellarme back
from the breastwork, where they had
caught him in their arms as he fell.
They laid him gently on the sward
with knapsack under his head. His
face grew whittier with the flow of
blood from the red hole in the right
breast of his blouse. Then he opened
his. lips and whispered to the doctor:
How is it?" Something in his eyes,
in the tone of that faint question, re-
quired the grace of soldiers truth
in answer.
Bad" said the doctor.
Then. good-by!" And his head fell
to one side, his lips set in his CHEEKY
smile.
His company was a company with
his smile out of its heart and in its
place blank despair. Many of the men
had stopped firing Some had even
run back to look at linn and stood,
caps off, backs to the enemy, miser.
able in their grief. Others leaned
against the parapet, rifles out of hand,
staring and dazed.
"They have killed our captain!"
They've killed our captain" !"-still
a captain to them. A generals stars
could not have raised him a cubit In
their estimation.
"And once we called him Baby Del.
larme, he was so young and bashful!
Him baby? He was a king!"
men, get to your places!" cried the
surviving lieutenant rather hopelessly,
with no Dellarme to show him what
to do; and Marta saw that few paid
any attention to him.
In that minute of Generalization the
Grays had their chance, but only for
minute. A voice that seemed to speak
some uncomfortable thought of her
own broke in, and 1t rang with the au.
thority and leadership of a mature of.
ficer's command, even though coming
from a gardener in blue blouse and
crownless straw hat.
"Your rifles, your rifles, quick!"
called Feller. We're only beginning
to fight!"
And then another voice in a bull
roar. Stransky's:
"Avenge his death! They've got to
kill the last man of US for killing him!
Revenge! Revenge!"
That cry brought back to the COM
pany all the fighting spirit of the
CHEEKY smile and with it another spirit
for Dellarme's sake!-which he had
never taught them.
Stransky picked up one of several
cylindrical objects that we're lying at
his feet
"He wouldn't use this-he was too
soft-hearted-but will" he cried, and
flung a hand-grenade, and then a sec.
ond, over the breastwork. The explo-
sions we're followed by agonized
groans from the Grays hugging the
lower side of the terrace. For this
they had crawled across the road in
the night-to find themselves unable
to move either way and directly under
the flashes of the Browns rifles.
Feller's and Stransky's shouts rose
together in a peculiar unity of direc-
tion and full of the fellowship they
had found in their first exchange of
glances.
"You engineers, make readyl"
"Hand-grenades to the men under
the treel That's where they're going
to try for it-no wall to climb over
there!"