Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1914-10-07

range, and she could not resist re-
ioicing in her heart.
That's the Browns!" exclaimed
Westerling in surprise.
The volume of fire increased With
the rest of the frontier in darkness,
the Engadir section was an isolated
blaze. In it's light she saw his 1ea-
lures, without alarm but hardening in
logged intensity.
They've awakened to what they have
lost! They have been rushing up re-
attack. We must hold what we have
gained, no matter what the cost"
His last sentence was spoken over
his shoulder as he started for the
house.
Without changing her position.
until the firing began to lessen rap
idly. Then she heard his step. She
rose to face him, summoning back
the spirit of the actress.
This is better yet! I came to tell
you that the counter-attack failed!" he
shelter of the arbor
She wondered if she were going to
fall But the post of the trellis was
within reach. She caught hold of it
to steady herself Failed!
"The killing-it must have been ter
rible!" her mind at last made her ex-
claim to cover her hardness of re-
spouse to his mood.
yea thought of that-as you should
as I dol" he said.
He took her hands in his, pulsing
warm with the flowing red of his
strength. She let them remain life
lessly, as If she had not the will to
take them away, the instinct of her
part again dominant. To him this was
another victory, and 1t was discovery
the discovery of melting weakness
In her for the first time, which magni-
fed his sense of masculine power. He
frightened his grip slightly and she
shuddered
You are tired." he said and it hurt
her that he should be SO considerate.
"The killing-to end that! It's all
| wart." she breathed miserably
And the end is near!" he said.
Eyes, now, thanks to you!
Thanks to her! And she must listen
and submit to his touch!
"Then engineers and material were
ready to go in," he continued. BE
fore morning, as | had planned, we
/ II. !
ton that nothing can bulge us. This
success SO strengthens my power with
the staff and the premier that | need
not wait on Fabian tactics. I am
supreme. I shall make the most of
the decentralization of this blow to The
enemy. | shall not wait on slow APP
proaches in the hope of saving life.
Tomorrow I shall attack and keep on
attacking till all the main line is ours"
Nov you are playing your real part,
the conqueror' she thought gladly.
Your kind of peace is the ruin of an
other people; the peace of a helpless
enemy That is better"-better for her
conscience. Unwittingly, she allowed
her hands to remain in his. In the pa
ralysis Of despair she was unconscious
that she had hands. She felt that she
could endure anything to retrieve the
error into which she had been the
means of leading the Browns. And
the killing-it would not stop, she
knew. No, the Browns would not
yield until they were decimated.
1--WE have the numbers to spare
Numbers shall press Monochrome to
terms in their capital" Westerlng's
voice grew husky as he proceeded,
harsh as orders to soldiers who hesi-
tated in face of fire. after that-after
that"-the tone changed from harsh
ness to desire, which was still the de-
sire of possession-"the fruits of
peace, triumph that / want you to
share!" He was drawing her toward
him with an impulse Of the force of
this desire, when she broke free with
an abrupt, struggling pull.
mot that! Not that! Your work
is not yet done!" she cried
He made a move as if to persist,
then he fell back with a gesture of
understanding.
Right! Hold me to it," he ex-
claimed resolutely. "Hold me to the
bargain! SO woman worth while
should hold man worth while"
"Yesn' she managed to say, and
turned to go in sudden impetus of
energy Half running, half stumbling,
the light Of the lantern bobbing and
trembling weirdly, she fastened
through the tunnel. Usually the time
for taking the receiver down till
Lanny replied was only half min
ute. Now she waited what seemed
many minutes without response. Had
the connections been broken? To
make sure that her impotence was
not tricking her she began to count
off the seconds. Then she heard Ian.
stron's voice, broken and hoarse:
Marta, Marta, he is dead! Partow
is dead"
Recovering himself, Lanstron told
the story of Partow's going, which was
in keeping with his life and his
prayers. AS the doctor put it, the
light of his mind, turned on full volt