The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-11-20

| night" he declared, Il confess that l
was thinking less OF success than OF
its source" He bent on her look
that was warm with gratitude.
She lowered her lashes before 1t;
before gratitude that made her part
appear in a fresh angle of misery.
There seems to be kind Of IA
tally about our relations" he went on.
Il lay awake bordering it last night"
His tone held more than gratitude. 1t
had the elation of discovery.
HE is going to make it harder than
ever guessed" echoed her own
thought, In a futter of confusion.
yes, 1t was strange our meeting on
the frontier in peace and then in warl"
she exclaimed at random. The sound
Of the remark struck her as too sub
dued; as expectant when her purpose
was one of careless depreciation.
Il have met a great many women,
as you may have imagined" he pro-
ceeded. "They have passed in review.
They were simply women, witty and
frail or dull and beautiful, and one
| 1hCdul hO IOOAS W Ill6 THAN uhObhSA'
Nothing meant anything to me except
my profession. But never forgot you.
You planted something In mind:
memory of real companionship."
Eyes, l made the prophecy that
came truel" she put in. This ought
to bring him back to himself and his
ambitions, she thought,
"Yes!" he exclaimed, his body stiff
fleming free of the back of the seat.
you realized what was in me, You
foresaw the power which was to be
mine The fate that first brought US
together made me look you up in the
capital. Now 1t brings us together
here on this bench after all that has
passed in the last twenty-four hours"
She realized that he had drawn per-.
ceptibly nearer. She wanted to rise
and cry out: Don't do this! Be the
chief of staff, the conqueror, crushing
the earth with the tread of five against
three!" 1t was the conqueror whom
she wanted to trick, not man whose
earnestness was painting her deceit
blacker. Far from rising, she made no
movement at all; only looked at her
hands and allowed him to go on, con-
scious of the force of a personality
that mastered men and armies now
warm and appealing in the full tide Of
another purpose,
"The victory that was thinking Of
last night was not the taking Of Bor-
dir. 1t was finer than any victory in
war. 1t was selfish-not for army
and country, but born Of a human
weakness triumphant; human weak
ness of which my career had robbed
me-" he continued. 1T gave me a
Joy that even the occupation of the
Browns capital could not give. l had
,, come as an invader and had won
your confidence"
, "In a cause!" she interrupted hur
riedly, wildly, to stop him from going
further, only to find that her intona
ton was such that 1t was drawing him
. on.
, THAT fatality seemed to be working
, itself out to the soldier so much Older
than yourself in renewed youth, In
another form of ambition. l hoped
that there was more than the cause
that led you to trust me. l hoped
Was he testing her? Was he play
|. ing a part of his own to make certain
= that she was not playing one? Sh'
q looked up swiftly for answer. There
Z was no gainsaying what she saw II
:. his eyes. 1t was beating into her
l. with the power Of an Overwhelming
a masculine passion and a maturity o
e intellect as his egoism admitted com
" rade to it's throne. Such is ever tn
q way of a man in the forties when tn
l. clock strikes for him. But who coul
know better the craft of courtshi
a than one of Westerling's experience
a He was fighting for victory; tC gratif
r desire.
4 IT did not expect this-I-" tn
"a words escaped tumultuously and chol
q ingly.
" He was bending so close to her ths
"a she felt his breath on her cheek burr
"a ing hot, and she was sickeningly col
"a scious that he was looking her owe
in that point-by-point manner whic
10 she had felt across the tea-table
a. the hotel. This horrible thing in h
q glance she had sometimes seen
~ strangers on her travels, and it hs
II. made her think that SIZE was wise
NJ carry a little revolver. She wantC
N to strike him.
h. Confess! Contest" called all h
8. own self-respect. Make an end
a your abasement!"
n Confession, after the Browns ha
given up Bordir! Confession tn
ia makes Lanny, not Westerling, 20
i'd dupe!" came the reply, which mig
ly have been telegraphed into her mi
from the high, white forehead Of p
Ill tow bending over his maps. Conf
re- sion, betraying the cause of the rig
I'D against the wrong; the three to t
lat conquering FIVE! No! You are
ou- the thing. You may not retreat nov
10, For a few seconds only the d.