The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1914-12-25

to pause 1or DFoaLn. AnuJ LdHHyS l
want to know some position of the
Browns which is weak-not actually
weak, maybe, but some position where
the Grays expect terrible resistance
and will not find it-where you will let
them in!"
In the name of-Marta! Marta,
what"
81 am going to fight for the Browns
for my home!" s. ....
In the sheer satisfaction of explain
ing herself to herself, Of voicing her
sentiments, she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lenstron's amazed
vision. There was no room for inter,
ruption on his part, no question or
"She asked for It now"
"Why?" demanded Partow with one
Of his shrewd, piercing looks.
"She did not say, but I can guess"
explained Lanstron. "She must put all
her cards on the table; she must tell
Westerling all she knows at once. If
she tells him piecemesl It might lead
to the supposition that she still had
some means Of communication with
the Browns"
"Of course Of course!" Partow spat-
ted the fiat Of his hand resoundingly
on the map. "As I decided the first
time I met her, she has q head, and
when a woman has q head for that
sort of thing there is no beating her.
Well" he was looking straight into
Lanstron's eyes, well, I think we
know the point where we could draw
them in on the main line, eh?"
up the apron Of the approach from
le Engadir valley. We yield the ad-
vance redoubts on either side"
Meanwhile, we have massed heavily
behind the redoubt. We retake the ad'
vance redoubts in q counter-attack and
-" Partow brought his fist into his
palm with q smack.
"Yes, If we could do that! If we
could get them to expend their attack
there!" put in Lanstron very excitedly
for him.
1--WE mustl She shall help!" Par
tow was on his feet. He had reached
across the table and seized Lanstron's
shoulders in a powerful II flesh-pad
ded grip Then he turned Lanstron
around toward the door Of his bed
room and gave him a mighty slap Of
affection. "My boy, the brightest hope
Of victory we have is holding the wire
for you. Tell her that a bearded ole
behemoth, who can kneel as gracefully
as a rheumatic rhinoceros, is on bott
knees at her feet, kissing her hand!
and trying his best, in the name O.
mercy, to keep from breaking int
verse of his own composition"
Back at the telephone, Lanstron, IL
the fervor of the cheer and the enthu
siasm that had transported his chief
gave Marta Partow's message.
"You, Marta, are our brightest hop
Of victory!"
"YesT the monosyllable was de
tached, dismal, labored. "a womal
can be that!" she exclaimed in an un
certain tone, which grew into the dis
traction Of clipped words and brokel
sentences. "A woman play-acting-'
woman acting the most revolving ny
pocrisy-infuence the issue betwee
two nations! Her deceit deals in tn
lives of sons precious to fathers an
mothers, the fate Of frontiers, OF inst
tutions! Think Of 1t! Think Of ms
chimes costing countless millions-mt
chimes Of flesh and blood, with thei
destinies shaped by one little bit
lying informationl Think Of the foil
of any civilization that stakes Its tr
umphs on such a gamble! Am l NJ
right? Isn't 1t true? Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, Marta! Butt"
she were weakening 1t was not h
place to try to strengthen her purpos
"It will the sooner end fightin
won't It, Lanny?" she asked IN
small, tense voice
Eyes"
"And the only real end that NEAR
real peace is to prove that the wea
can hold back the strong from the
thresholds"
EYES,"
Even now Westerling might be {
the veranda, perhaps waiting for nev
that would enable him to crush IL
weak; to prove that the law Of fly
pounds Of human flesh against thre
. and five bayonets against three, is Il
/, law of civilization.
+. "Yes, yes, yes!" The constrictiC
was gone from her throat; there Wi
q drum-beat in her soul. Depend
me, Lanny," It was Fellers favori
phrase spoken by the one who was
take his place. yes, I'm reauy
: make any sacrifice now. Fer @hat a
/? What is one woman compared
, !, such a purpose? don't care what
said of me or what becomes Of me
we can win! Good-by, Lanny, till
: call you up again! And God with US
= God with us!" as Partow had sa
:, over and over. The saying had COZ
:, to bo repeated by hard-headed, agnC
u tic staff-oflcers, who believed that t
. deity had no relation to the etflcien
- of gun-hre. The Brown infantrym
y even were beginning to mutter 1t
y the midst Of action.
. Waiting on the path of the seco
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