Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-10-14

A>o, HUI l-OHly luSSc lNO. l/du. stron replied. "Or, I, too, if you pre- fer. It little matters. The thing is that l am under promise to both, which 1 shall respect. He organized and labored for the same purpose that she played the spy. When we sent the troops forward in counter-attaek and pursuit to clear our soil of the Grays; when I stopped them at the frcntier-both were according to Par tow's plan. He had plan and a dream, this wonderful old man who made us all seem primary pupils in the art of war;
 Could it be that terrible Partow, a stroke of whose pencil had made the Galland house an inferno? Marta wondered as Lanstron read his mes- sage-the message out of tue real heart of the man, throbbing with the power of his great brain. His plan was to hold the Grays to stalemate; to force them to desist after they had battered their battalions to pieces against the Brown Notifications. His dream was the thing that had hap pened-that an opportunity would come to pursue broken machine in a bold stroke of the offensive.
 T would want to be hero of our people for only one aim, to be able to stop our army at the frontier" lie had written. Then they might drive me forth heaped with obloquy, if they chose. I should like to see the Grays demoralized, beaten, ready to sue for peace. the better to prove my point that We should ask only for what is ours and tlsat our strength was only for the purpose of holding what is ours. Then we should lay up no leg acy of revenge in their hearts. They could never have cause to attack again. Civilization would have ad- yanced another step"
 Lanstron continued to read to the amazed staff, for Partow's message had looked far into the future. Then there was P. S.. written after the war had begun, on the evening of the day that Marta had gone from tea on the verahda with Westerling to the telephone, in the impulse of her new purpose.
 'I begin to believe in that dream" he wrote. T begin to believe that the chance for the offensive will come, now that my colleague, Miss Galland, in the name of peace has turned prac- tical There is nothing like mixing little practice in your dreams while the world is still we'll this side of Utopia, as the head on my old behe- moth of body well knows. She had the right idea with her school. The oath so completely expressed my ideas-the result of all my thinking that I had twinge of literary jeal- ousy. My boy. if you do reach the frontier, in pursuit of a broken army, and you do not keep faith with my dream and with her ideals, then you win get lesson that will last you for ever at the foot of the Gray range. But do not think so badly as that of you or of my judgment of men,
 "Lanny! Lanny!"
 The dignity of staff council could not restrain Marta. Her emotion must have action. She sprang to his side and seized his hand, her exultation mixed with penitence over the way she had wronged him and Partow. Their self-contained purpose had been the same as hers and they had worked with a soldiers fortitude. while she had worked with whims and impulses She bent over him with gratitude and praise and a plea for forgiveness in her eyes, submerging the thing which he sought in them. He flushed boy ishly in happy embarrassment. inca pabie of words for an instant. an1 silently the staff looked on.
 And agree with Partow," Lanstron went on, that we cannot take the range. The Grays still have numbers equal to ours. It is they, now, who will be singing God with us' with their backs against the wall. With Partow's goes my own appeal to the army and the nation; and shall keep faith with Partow, with Miss Galland,
  ment orders the army to advance, by lresigning as chief of staff--my work finished"
 
 Westerling and his aide and valet, iinquiring their way as strangers, found the new staff headquarters of the Grays established in an army building, where Bouchard had been assigned to trivial duties, back of the Gray range As their former chief entered a room in the disorder of maps and packing cases, the staff officers rose from their work to stand at salute like stone i'm ages, in respect to field-marshalis frank There was no word of greeting but a telling silence before Turcas spoke. His voice had lost it's parch 'menr crinkle and become natural. The blue veins on his bulging temples were ia little more pronounced. his thin fea- ltures a little more pinched. but other wise he was unchanged and he seemed equal to another strain as heavy as the one he had undergone.