Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-10-01

ing with question. It was the attl- tude of the prophecy But with the nrophecv she had been a little mys- tical; the fire in her eyes had preclpl' tated an idea Now it forged another question.
 And you think that you will win?" she asked. You think that you will win?" she repeated with the slow ein- phasis which demands careful an- swer.
 The deliberateness of his reply was In keeping with Ter mood. He "@s ae- tacned: he was referee.
 Yes, I know that we shall. Num- bers make it so, though there be no choice of skill between the two sides
 His tone had the confidence of the flow of a mighty river ill it's destina- tion on it's way to the sea. There was nothing in it of prayer, of hope, Of des- peration, as there had been in Lan- stron's We shall win!" spoken to her i'll the arbor at their last interview. She drew forward slightly in her char. Her eyes seemed much larger and nearer to him. They were sweeping him up and down as if she were seeing the slim figure of Lanstron ill con trast to Westerling's sturdiness; as lf she were measuring the might of the five millions behind him and the three millions behind Lanstron. She let go 8 half-whispered "Yes!" which seemed to reflect the conclusion gained from the power of his presence.
 Then my mothers and my own ln- terests are with you-the interests of peace are with you!" she declared.
 She did not appear to see the sud- den, uncontrolled gleam of victory i'll his eyes. By this time it had become a habit for Westerling to wait silently for her to come out of her abstrac- unproductive.
 Then if I want to help the cause of peace should help the Grays!'
 The exclamation was more to her self than to him. He was silent. This girl in veranda chair desiring to aid him and his five million bayonets and four thousand guns. Quixote and the windmills-but it was amazing; It was fine! The golden glow of the sunset was running in his veins in a paean of personal triumph. The profile turned ever so little. Now it was looking at the point where Dellarme had lain dying. Westerling noted the smile playing on the lips. It had the quality of smile over a task com- pleted-Dellarme smile. She start i ed; she was trembling all over in the resistance of some impulse-some imp ] pulse that gradually gained headway and at last broke it's bonds.
 For I can help-I can help.' she l cried out, turning to him in wild in- decision which seemed to plead for guidance. Its so terrible-yet if it would hasten peace-I-I know much | of the Browns plan of defense! l know where they are strong in the first line and-and one place where they are weak there-and a place where they are weak in the main line,"
 You dol" Westerling exploded. The plans of the enemy! The plans that neither Bouchard's saturnine cunning, nor bribes, nor spies could ascertain! It was like the bugle-caH to the hunter. But he controlled himself. Yes, yes." He was thoughtful and guarded.
 Do you think it is right to tell?" Marta gasped half inarticulately.
 Right? Yes, to hasten the inevit- able-to save lives!" declared Wester- ling with deliberate assurance
 Fl want to see an end of the kill ing. l." She sprang to her feet as if about to break away unanimously, | but paused, swaying unsteadily, and | passed her hand across her eyes.
 We intend a general attack on the ! first line of defense tonight" he ex- claimed, his supreme thought leaping l into words
 And you would want the informa ton about the first line tonight Tiff it is to be of service?"
 Yes. tonight"
 Marta brought her hands together in tight clasp. Her gaze fiuttered for a minute over the tea-table. When she looked up her eyes were calm.
 Tt is big thing. isn't it9' she said. "A A thing not to be done in an impulse.