Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-10-14
icop7rieht. 1914. By Charles scriDner's sonsl

the discovery Of melting weakness
in her for the first time, which magni
fed his sense of masculine power. He
frightened his grip slightly and she
shuddered.
her that he should be so considerable
THE killing-to end that! It's al.
III want" she breathed miserably.
"And the end is near!" he said
Eyes. now. thanks to you!"
Thanks to her. And she must listen
and submit to his touch!
"Then engineers and material were
ready to go in," he continued. BE
fore morning. as l had planned. we
i shall be SO we'll fortified in the posi-
ton that nothing can bulge us. This
success so strengthens my power with
! the staff and the premier that ! need
not wait on Fabian tactics. ! an
/ supreme. shall make the most Ct
the decentralization of this blow to the
enemy l shall not wait on slow ap
proaches in the hope Of saving life
Tomorrow I shall attack and keep or
attacking till all the main line is ours.
Now you are playing your real part
the conQueror!" she thought gladly
Your kind of peace is the ruin of an
other people; the peace of q helpless
enemy That is better"-better for hel
conscience. Unwittingly. she allowed
her hands to remain in his. In the pa
ralysis of despair she was unconscious
- ol,o 40 Cho eo1t hot he
could endure anything to retrieve the
error into which she had been the
means Of leading the Browns. AND
the killing-it would not stop. che
knew. No, the Browns would not
yield until they were decimated.
|! I'VE have the numbers to spare
Numbers shall press home-home t.
terms in their capital" Westerlins'i
voice grew husky a. he proceeded
harsh az orders to soldiers who hest
tated in face Of fire. after that-aftel
ithat"-the tone changed from harsh
ness to desire, which was still the de
sire OF possession-"the fruits q
peace, . triumph that I want you II
share!" He was drawing her toward
him with an impulse Of the force Of
this desire. when she broke free with
an abrupt. struggling pull.
"Not that! Not that! Your work
IS not yet dore!" she cried.
He made move as if to persist.
then he fell back with gesture OF
understanding.
Fright! Hold me to it," he .ex.
claimed resolutely. "Hold me to the
bargain! So woman worth while
should hold a man worth while"
"Yes!" she managed to say, and
turned to go in sudden impetus OF
energy. Half running. half stumbling,
the light Of the lantern bobbing and
trembling weirdly, she fastened
through the tunnel. Usually the time
for taking the receiver down till
Lanny replied was only half min.
ute. Now she waited what seemed
many minutes without response. Had
the connections been broken? 10
make sure that her Impotence was
not trucking her she began to count
of the seconds. Then she heard Lam.
stron's voice, broken and hoarse:
Marta. Marta, he is dead! Partow
is dead!"
Recovering himself, Lanstron told
the story Of I,,artows going. which was
in keeping with his life and his
prayers. AS the doctor put it, the
light Of his mind, turned on full volt
age to the last. went out without "a
flicker Through the day he had at
tended to the dispositions for receiv-
ing the Grays' attack, enlivening rou-
tine as usual with flashes OF humor
and reflection ranging beyond the de-
tails in hand. An hour or SO before
dark he had reached across the table
and laid his big. soft palm on the back
Of Lanstron's hand. He was thinking
aloud, a habit of his in Lanstron's COM
pany, when an idea requiring COSTA
ton came to him.
"My boy, it is not fatal if we lose
the apron of Engadir The defenses
behind 1t are very strong"
"No, not fatal" Lanstron agreed
But it's very important"
And Westerling will think 1t fatal.
Yes, understand his character. Yes
yes; and if our counter-attack should
fail, then Miss Galland's position
would be secure. Hm-m-m-those
whom the gods would destroy
hm-m-m. Wcsterling will be con-
WINGED that repeated. overwhelming
attacks will gain our main line. In
stead Of using engineering approaches.
he will throw his battalions. masses
upon masses. against our works until
his strength is spent. It would be
batting the bull. A risk-a risk-but.
my boy, am going to-"
Partow's head, which was bent In
thought. dropped with = jerk. A con-
vulsion shook him and he fell forward
onto the map. his brave old heart in
It's last hutter, and Lanstron was alone
in the silent room with the dead and
his responsibility
THE order that knew he was ahOu..
10 speak. Marta, gave for him." Ian
stron concluded. 1T seemed 10 mo
m inspiration-his last inspiratisA-
to make the counter-attack . feint."
And you're acting chief Of ata&.