Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-12-11
CHAPTER xII-continued.

But she hurried on, impelled by she
knew not what, through the dining
room, and, coming to the veranda,
stopped short, with dilating eyes and
cry of grievous shock. Two of his
men we're carrying Dellarme back
from the breastwork, where they had
caught him in their arms as he fell
They laid him gently on the sward
with knapsack under his head. His
face grew whittier with the flow of
blood from the red hole in the right
breast of his blouse. Then he opened
his lips and whispered to the doctor:
How is it," Something in his eyes,
In the tone of that faint question, re-
CURED the grace of soldiers truth
In answer.
Bad" said the doctor.
Then, good-by!" And his head fell
to one side, his lips set in his CHEEKY
smile.
His company was company with
his smile out of it's heart and in it's
place blank despair. Many of the men
had stopped firing. Some had even
run back to look at him and stood,
caps off, backs to the enemy, miser-
able in their grief. Others leaned
against the parapet, rifles out of hand,
staring and dazed.
They have killed our captain!"
They've killed our captain! "-still
a captain to them. A generals stars
could not have raised him q cubit in
their estimation.
And once we called him Baby Del
larme,' he was so young and bashful!
Him a baby? He was king!"
Men, get to your places!" cried the
surviving lieutenant rather hopelessly,
with no Dellarme to show him what
to do; and Marta saw that few paid
any attention to him.
In that minute of decentralization the
Grays had their chance, but only for
minute. A voice that seemed to speak
some uncomfortable thought of her
own broke in, and it rang with the au-
thority and leadership of mature of
fieer's command, even though coming
from gardener in blue blouse and
crownless straw hat
Your rifles, your rifles, quick!"
called Teller. Were only beginning
TO fight"
And then another voice in a bull
roar, Stransky's:
"Ayenge his death! They've got to
kill the last man of us for killing him!
Revenge! Revenge!"
That cry brought back to the com
pany all the fighting spirit of the
CHEEKY smile and with it another spirit
for Dellarme's sake.-which he had
never taught them.
Stransky picked up one of several
cylindrical objects that were lying at
his feet
HE wouldn't use this-he was too
soft-hearted-but Wilt" he cried, and
flung a hand-grenade, and then sec
ond, over the breastwork The explo-
sions were followed by agonized
groans from the Grays hugging the
lower side of the terrace For this
they had crawled across the road in
the night--to find themselves unable
to move either way and directly under
the flashes of the Browns rifles.
Feller's and Stransky's shouts rose
together in a peculiar unity of direc-
ton and full Of the fellowship they
had found in their first exchange Of
glances
You engineers, make ready!"
''Hand-grenades to the men under
the tree! That's where they're going
to try for it-no wall to climb over
there!"
You engineers, take your rifles
and bayonet into anything that wears
nray!"
Get back. you men by the tree, to
avoid their hand-grenades! Form up
behind them, everybody"
No matter If they do get in at first!
Back, you men, from under the tree!"
There was not a single rif1e-shot. In
q silence like that before the word to
FIRE in 4uel. all orders were heard