Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-10-02


 she is your sword-arm!" His sturdy forefnger ran along the line of froh- tier under his eye with little staccato leans. 'Eh?" he chuekled significantly, finger poised.
 Let them up the Bordir road and nm to redoubts 3G and g, you mean" asked Lanstron.
 "You have it. The position LOOKS important, but so well do we com mand it that it is not really vital Yes, the Bordir road is her bait for Westef- ling," Partow waved his hand as If the affair were settled.
 "But." interjected Lanstron, we have also to decide on the point of the main defense which she is to make Westerling think is weak.
 "Hm.m." grumbled Partow. That | is not necessary to start with. We can give that to her later over the tele- phone, cant we, eh?"
 "She asked for it now"
 "Why?' demanded Partow with one of his shreWd, piercing looks. ] "She did not say, but l can guess l explained Lanstron. She must put all her cards on the table; she must tell 1 Westerling all she knows at once. II I she tells him piecemeal it might lead to the supposition that she still had 1 some means of communication Wlth i the Browns
 "Of course, of course!" Partow spat- 1 ted the fiat of his hand resoundlngly on the map. "As l decided the first | time l met her, she has head, and ! when a woman has head for that , sort of thing there is no beating her. l We'll" he was looking straight into Lanstron's eyes, Well, l think we l know the point where we could dra" l them in on the main line, eh?'
 up the apron of the approach from the Engadir valley We yield the ao- vance redoubts on either side.' Meanwhile, we have massed heavily ! behind the redoubt. We retake the ad- | vance redoubts in counter-attack ana -" partow brought his fist into his l palm with a smack.
 "Yes. if we could do that! If we 1 could get them to expend their attack there!" put in Lanstron very excltedly 1 for him.
 "We must! She shall help!" Par tow was on his feet. He had reached across the table and seized Lanstron's shoulders in a powerful if f1esh-pad- 1 ded grip. Then he turned Lanstron around toward the door of his bed room and gave him mighty slap or affection. My boy, the brightest nope of victory we have is holding the wire 1 for you Tell her that a bearded old 1 behemoth, who can kneel as gracefully as rheumatic rhinoceros, is on both knees at her feet kissing her hands 1 and trying his best, ill the name or mercy, to keep from breaking into verse of his own composition"
 Back at the telephone, Lanstron, in the fervor of the cheer and the enthu- siasm that had transported his chief, gave Marta Partow's message.
 You, Marta, are our brightest hope of victory!'
 "Yes?" the monosyllable was de- tached, dismal, labored. "A woman 1 can be that." she exclaimed in an un- certain tone, which grew into the dis traction of clipped words and broken sentences. "A woman play-acting-a woman acting the most revolting n.y. pocrisy-infuences the issue between two nations! Her deceit deals in the lives of sons precious to fathers and mothers, the fate of frontiers, of insti- tutions. Think of it! Think of ma chimes costing countless millions-ma- chimes of flesh and blood, with their destinies shaped by one little bit of lying information Think of the folly of any civilization that stakes it's tri umphs on such a gamble! Am 1 not right? Isn't it true? Isn't it?"
 Yes, yes, Marta! But-1-" If she were weakening it was not his place to try to strengthen her purpose
 Tt will the sooner end fighting won't it, Lanny?" she asked in a small, tense voice.
 Yes"
 1 AnQ lHo OHly real cllu IudC IHcdua real peace is to prove that the weak can hold back the strong from their threshold?'
 "Yes"
 Even now Westerling might be on the veranda, perhaps waiting for news that would enable him to crush the weak; to prove that the law of five pounds of human flesh against three, and five bayonets against three, is the law of civilization.
 "Yes, yes, yes!" The constriction was gone from her throat; there was a drum-beat in her soul. Depend on me, Lanny!" It was Feller's favorite phrase spoken by the one who was to take his place. Yes, I'm ready to make any sacrifice now. For what am l? What is one woman compared to such a purpose? 1 don't care what is said of me or what becomes of me if we can win Goodby, Lanny, till I call you up again! And God with us!"
 God with us!" as Partow had said, over and over. The saying had come to be repeated by hard-headed, agnos- tic staff-offlcers, who believed that the deity had no relation to the efficiency