Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-10-24

hold, but how and where to hold? They
saw neighboring regiments and bri.
gades going and they had to go. The
machine, the complicated modern war
machine, was broken; the machine,
with its nerves of intelligence cut. be.
came a thing of disconnected parts,
each part working out its own saliva.
tion. Authority ceased to be that of
the bureau and army lists. 1t was that
of units racked by hardship, acting on
the hours demand.
Gorged was the pass road, over.
flowing with the struggling tumult OF
men and vehicles. Self-preservation
breaking the bonds Of discipline was
IN the ascendant, and it sought the
highway, even as water keeps to the
river bed. Like specks on the labor
ing tide was the white of bandages. An
ambulance trying TO cut out to one
side was overturned. The frantic
chauffeur and hospital-corps orderly
were working to extricate the wound
ed from their painful position. A gun
was overturned against the ambulance.
A melee of horses and men was form
Ing at the foot Of the garden gate in
front Of the narrowing bounds of the
road into the town, as stream banks
up before a jam of driftwood. The
struggle for right of way became In
creasingly wild; the dam of men,
horses, and wagons grew. A Brown
dirigible was descending toward the
QFnQf hut oil x,fa lee
commander forbore, the humane i'm
pulse outweighing the desire for retri-
button for colleagues in camp and
mess who had gone down in a holo-
caust in the aerial battles of the night.
Under the awful spell of the pano-
rama, she did not see Westerling, who
had stopped only few feet distant
with his aide and his valet, nor did he
notice her as the tumult glazed his
eyes. He was as an artist who looks
on the ribbons of the canvas of his
! painting, or the sculptor on the frag-
ments of his statue. Worse still, with
no faith to give him fortitude except
the materialistic, he saw the altar of
his god of military efficiency in ruins.
| He who had not allowed the word re.
treat to enter his lexicon now saw a
rout. He had laughed at reserve
armies in last nights feverish defiance,
at Turcas's advocacy of a slower and
surer method of attack. In those hours
of shifting at wall with his fists and
forehead, in denial OF all the truth so
clear to average military logic, If he
had only even a few conventional d.
rections all this disorder would have
been avoided. His army could have
fallen back in orderly fashion to their
own range. The machine out of order,
he had attempted no repair; he had al
lowed it to thrash itself to pieces.
The artillery's maceration of the
human jam suddenly ceased; perhaps
because the gunners had seen the Red
Cross flag which q doctor had the
presence Of mind to wave. Westerling
turned from sight worse to him than
the killiMg-that OF the flowing retreat
along the road pressing frantically
over the dead and wounded in growing
disorder for the cover of the town
Near by were Bellini, the chief of in.
telligence, and a subaltern who had
arrived only minute before. The sub.
altern was dust-covered. He seemed
to have come in from hard ride Both
were watching Marta, as il waiting for
her to speak. She met Westerling's
look steadily, her eyes dark and still
and in his the reflection of the vague
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guessed in her relations with him.
WELL" she breathed to Westerling
"the war goes on!"
That's It! That's the voice!" ex
claimed the subaltern in an explosion
of recognition.
A short, sharp laugh of irony broke
from Bellini; the laugh of one whose
suspicious are confirmed in the mix
ture of the sublime and the ridiculous
Marta looked around at the interrup
tlon. alert, on guard
you seem amused" she remarked
curiously.
| mo, but you must have BEEN" re
Piled Bellini hoarsely. EARLY this
morning, not far from the castle, this
young officer found in the crater made
by ten-inch shell wire that ran in
q conduit underground. The wire was
intact He tapped it. He heard voice
thanking some one for her part in the
victory, and 1t seems that the woman's
voice that answered is yours, Miss Gal
land. So, General Westerling, the leah
in information was over this wire from
our Ctaff into the Browns headquar
ters. as Bouchard believed and as
came TO believe"
So long had Marta expected this mo
ment of exposure that it brought ne
shock Her spirit had undergone many
subtle rehearsals for the occasion.
"Yes, that Is true" she heard herselt
saying, little distantly, but very
quietly and naturally.
Westerling fell back as from blow
in the face. His breath came hard al
first, like one being strangled. Ther
it sank deep in his chest and his eyes
were bloodShot, as bulls in his fina
effort against the matador. He raised
quivering, clenched fist and took {
step nearer her.
But far from fiinching, Marta seemed
to be greeting the blow, as If she ad