Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-09-30
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form and law could not be circum-
vented, she leaned against the wall
in reaction. For twenty-four hours
she had been without sleep. The in
terest of her appeal for Feller had
kept up her strength after the excite
ment of the fight for the redoubt was
over. Now there seemed nothing left
to do.
That's fine of you. Lanny!" she
said. You've taken it like a good
stole, this loss of your thousandth
chance. You really believed in it,
didn't your"
Forgotten already, like the many
other thousandth chances that have
failed" he replied cheerfully. "One
of the virtues of Partow's steel au-
donations is that. being fearless as
we'll as passionless, they never cry
over split milk. And now." he went
on soberly, I'VE must be saying good
by"
"Good-by, Lanny? Why, what do
you mean" She was startled.
It'll the war is over" he said. "and
longer than that, perhaps, If La Tir
remains in Gray territory"
you speak as if you thought you
were going to lose!"
mot while many of our soldiers are
alive, If they continue to show the
spirit that they have shown so far;
not unless two men can crush one
man in the utomatic-gun-recoil age.
But La Tir is in tangent and already
In the Grays' possession, while we act
on the defensive. So should hardly
be flying over your garden again"
But there's the telephone, Lanny,
and here we are talking over 1t this
very minute!" she expostulated.
You must remove it," he said. ''If
the Grays should discover it they
might form suspicion that would put
you in an unpleasant position"
The telephone had become almost a
familiar institution in her thoughts.
Its secret had something of the fasci-
nation for her of magic.
"Nonsense!" she exclaimed. II am
going to be very lonely. l want to
learn how Feller is doing-I want to
chat with you. So decide not to let
1t lie taken out. And, you see, have
The tactical situation, as you soldiers
call 1t, all in my favor. The work
of removal must be done at my end
OF the line. You're quite helpless to
enforce your wishes. And, Lanny, IL
/ ring the bell you'll answer, won't
your"
Il couldn't help IT," he replied.
Until then! You've been fine about
everything today!"
Until them"
When Marta left the tower she knew
only that she was weary with the
mind-weariness, the body-weariness,
the nerve-weariness Of spectator who
has shared the emotion of every actor
in a drama of death and finds the ex-
citement that has kept her tense no
longer a sustaining force.
AS she went along the path, steps
uncertain from sheer fatigue, her sen
sibilities livened again at the sight of
a picture. War, personal war, in tho
form of the giant Stransky, was knock
Ing at the kitchen door His two-days-
old beard was matted with dust and
there were dried red spatters on his
cheek. Wars furnace flames seemed
to have tanned him; war seemed to
be breathing from his deep chest; his
big nose was vars promontory. But
the unexposed SPACE of his forehead
seemed singularly white when he took
off his cap as Minna came in answer
to his knock. Her yielding lips were
parted, her eyes were bright with in
quiry and suspicion, her chin was
firmly set.
I came to see If you would let me
Kiss your hand again." said Stransky,
squinting through his brows wistfully.
Il see your nose has been broken
once. You don't want It broken a sec-
ond time. I'm stronger than you
think!" Minna retorted, and held out
her hand carelessly as If 1t pleased
her to humor him.
He was rather graceful. despite his
size, as he touched his lips to her fin.
gers. Just as he raised his head a
burst of cheering rose from the yard
$50 you've found that we have gone,
you brilliant intellectsl" he shouted
and glared at the wall of the house in
the direction of the cheers.
Quick! You have no time to lose!"
Minna warned him.
Quick! quick!" cried Marta.
Stransky paid no attention to the
urgings. He had something more to
say to Minna.
I'm going to keep thinking of you
and seeing your face-the face of a
good woman-while l fight. And when
the war is over, may come to call?"
he asked
His feet were so resolutely planted
on the flags that apparently the only
way to move them was to consent.
"Yes, yes!" said Minna. "Now,
hurry"
Say. but you make me happy!
Watch me poke 1t into the Grays for
you'll" he cried and bolted
Within the kitchen Mrs. Galland
was already slumbering soundly in
her chair. Overhead Marta heard the
exclamations of male voices and the