Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-10-23

that Marta was ascending. She moved
leisurely. yet with a certain springy
energy that suggested that she might
have come on the run without being
out of breath or seeming to have made
an effort.
Hello, stranger!" she called as she
saw him, and Quickened her pace.
Hello, pedagogue!" he responded.
AS they shook hands they swung
their arms back and forth like pair
of romping children for moment.
1--WE had a grand session of the
school this morning, the largest class
ever!" she said And the points we
scored off you soldiers! You'll find
disarmament already in progress when
you return to headquarters. We're If
resistible, or at least" she added, with
flash Of intensity, were going to be
some day."
so you put on your war-paint!
1T must be the pollen from the by
drangeas!" She f1icked her handker-
chief from her belt and passed it to
him. Show that you know how to be
useful"
He performed the task with DELHI
crate care.
Heavens! You even have some on
your ear and some on your hair; but
I'll leave 1t on your hair; it's rather be-
coming. There you are!" he concluded.
"Oft my hair, tool"
Very we'll always obey orders"
Il oughtnt to have asked you to do
it at ALI" she exclaimed with sud
den change of manner as they started
up to the house. But habit of
friendship, habit of liking to believe
In ones friends, was uppermost. !
forgot. ! oughtn't even to have shaken
hands with you'll"
Marta! What now, Marta?" he
asked.
He had known her In reproach, in
anger, in laughing mockery, in mill
tant seriousness, but never before like
this. The pain and indignation in her
eyes came not from the sheer hurt of
wound but from the hurt Of it's
source. 1t was as If. he had learned by
the signal of its loss that he had a
deeper hold on her than he had real
lied
Eyes, l have bone to pick with
you," she said, recovering a grim sort
of fellowship "A big bone! If you're
half friend you'll give me the very
marrow of it."
Il am ready!" he answered more pa
thetically than philosophically.
There's not time now; after lunch
con, when mother is taking her nap"
she concluded as they came to the last
step and saw Mrs. Galland on the
veranda.
Alter luncheon Mrs. Galland kept bat
Ting with her mods until nature was
victorious and she fell fast asleep.
Marta, grown restless with Impotence,
suggested to Lanstron that they stroll
in the garden, and they took the path
past the house toward the castle
tower, stopping in an arbor with high
hedges on either side around a statue
of Mercury.
"Now!" exclaimed Marta narrowly.
ut was you, Lanny, who recommend
ed Feller to us as a gardener, compe-
tent though deaf! have proved him
to be man of most sensitive hearing.
didn't let him know that he was dis
covered. You brought him here-you,
Lanny, you are the one to explain"
"True, he is not dealt" Lanstron re-
piled.
HE is a spy" she asked
..Yes, a spy. You can put things in
a bright light, Marital" He found words
coming with difficulty in face of the
pain and disillusion of her set look.
Using some man as pawn; setting
him as spy in the garden where you
have been the welcome friend!" she
exclaimed. "a spy on what-on my
mother, on Minna, on me, on the flow
ers, as part Of this monstrous game
of trickery and lies that you are play
ing?"
There was no trace Of anger in her
tone. 1t was that of one MORALLY hurt.
Anger would have been easier to bear
than the measuring, penetrating won
der that found him guilty of such a
horrible part. Those eyes would have
confused Partow himself with the
steady, yelling intensity of their gaze
She did not see how his left hand was
twitching and how he stilled Its move
ment by pressing 1t against the bench.
you will take Teller with you when
you go!" she said, rising"
Lanstron dropped his head in kind
of shaking throb of his whole body and
raised face white with appeal.
Marital" He was speaking to pro-
file, very sensitive and yet like ivory.
1--WE no excuse for such an abuse of
hospitality except the obsession of a
loathsome work that some man must
do and was set to do. My God, Marta!
l cease to be natural and human. am
a machine. / keep thinking, what if
war comes and some error of mine let
the enemy know where to strike the
blow of victory; or If there were infor-