Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1914-12-16

{ Den ought Lanstron 70 ais feet WIN
a led. boyish bound
~ cry springy. that tendon Of
Achillesl" muttered Partow- and.
my boy, take care. take care." he
! called suddenly IL his sonorous voice.
as vast and biliowy as his body.
It was Martas voice and yet not
Marta's. this voice that beat In nerv-
Gus waves over the wire.
"Lanny-Yes, !. Lannyi You were
right. Westerling planned to make war
deliberately to satisfy his ambition.
He told me SO. The first general at
tack on the first line Of defense is to-
/ night. Westerling says sol" She had
to pause for breath. And, Lanny.
want to know some position OF the
| Browns which is weak-not actually
weak, maybe. but some position where
the Grays expect terrible resistance
and viii not find it-where you win let
them int"
In the name of-Martal Marta,
what"
Il am going to fight for the Browns
for my homei"
In the sheer satisfaction of explain
ing herself to herself, Of voicing her
sentiments, she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lanstron's amazed
vision There was no room for inter-
ruption on his part, no question or
need Of one. The wire seemed to
CULVER with the militant tension Of her
spirit. 1t was Marta aflame who was
talking at the other end; not afiame
for him, but with a purpose that re-
vealed all the latent strength OF her
personality and daring
Il shall have to ask Partow. It's a
pretty big thing"
"Yes--only that is not all my plan,
my little plan. After they have taken
the first line of defense-and they
VIII get 1t, won't they?"
'Yes, we shall yisid in the end, yield
rather than suffer too great losses
there that will weaken the defense on
the main line"
Then / want to know where 1t is
that you want Westerling to attack on
the main line. so that we can get him
to attack there, That-that will help.
won't it?"
yes"
"Of course, all the while / shall be
getting news from him-when / have
proved my loyalty and have his COM
plete confidence-and I'll telephone it
to you. am sure can get something
worth while with you to direct me;
don't you think so, Lanny? I'll hold
the wire, Lanny. Ask Partowl" she
concluded. OF the two she was the
steadier.
"Well?" said Partow, looking up at
the sound of Lanstron's step. Then he
half raised himself from his chair at
sight of a Lanstron with eyes in a
daze Of brilliancy; a Lanstron with
his manned hand twitching in an out
stretched gesture; Lanstron in the
dilemma of being at the same time
lover and chief of intelligence. Should
he let her make the sacrifice of every
thing that he held to be sacred to
woman's delicacy? Should he not re-
turn to the telephone and tell her that
he would not permit her to play such
a part? Partow's voice cut in on his
decentralization with the sharpness of a
blade.
well, what, man, what?" he de-
manded. He feared that the girl might
be dead. Anything that could upset
Lanstron in this fashion struck
chord of sympathy and apprehension.
Lanstron advanced to the table,
pressed his hands on the edge, and,
now master of himself, began an &C
count of Martas offer. Partow's form
less arms lay inert on the table, his
soft, pudgy fingers outspread on the
map and his bulk settled deep in the
chair. while his eagle eyes were see
ing through Lanstron, through a noun
tain range, into the eyes of woman
and general on the veranda of an