The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-10-09

nc SSSAuSu III Wiling " AASA Ih4A1uB
openly with Lanstron.
You look the good workman in his
Sunday best to tt" said Lanstron.
Being stone-deaf," returned Teller,
with trace of drollery In his voice,
II hear very well-at times. Tell me"
his whisper was quivering with
agerness-"shall we fight? Shall we
flght?"
I'VE are nearer to it than we have
ever been in our time" Lanstron re-
piled.
The hat still shaded FelIer's face,
his stoop was unchanged, but the
branch in his hand shook.
"Honest?" he exclaimed. "Oh, the
chance Of it! The chance of it,"
"Gustave!" Lanstron's voice, still
low, came in a gust of sympathy, and
the pocket which concealed his hand
gave a nervous twitch as If it held
something alive and distinct from his
own being. 1.-THE trial wears on you!
Do you want to go?"
moi" Teller shot back irritably.
MOL he repeated resolutely. 81 don't
want to gol mean to be game-I-"
He shifted his gaze from the bush
which he still pretended to examine
and suddenly broke on with: Miss
Galland is coming!"
Lanstron started toward the steps
that Marta was ascending. She moved
leisurely, yet with a certain springy
energy that suggested that she might
have come on the run without being
cut of breath or seeming to have made
an effort.
Hello, stranger!" she called as she
saw him, and quickened her pace.
Hello, pedagogue!" he responded.
AS they shook hands they swung
their arms back and forth like a pair
of romping children for moment
I'VE had grand session Of the
school this morning, the largest class
ever!" she said. And the points we
scored off you soldiersl You'll find
disarmament already in progress when
you return to headquarters. We're ir-
resistible, or at least" she added, with
a fash Of intensity, we're going to be
some day"
SO you put on your war-paint!"
1T must be the pollen from the n.y.
drangeas!" She flicked her handker-
chief from her belt and passed it to
him. SHOW that you know how to be
useful"
He performed the task with DELHI
crate care.
Heavens! You even have some on
your ear and some on your hair; but
I'll leave 1t on your hair; it's rather be-
coming. There you arel" he concluded.
"Oft my hair, tool"
Very well. always obey orders"
Il oughtn't to have asked you to do
it at ALI" she exclaimed with a sud-
den change Of manner as they started
up to the house. "But a habit of
friendship, habit Of liking to believe
in ones friends, was uppermost.
forgot. oughtn't even to have shaken
hands with youl"
Marital What now, Marta?" he
asked.
He had known her in reproach, In
anger, in laughing mockery, in mill
tant seriousness, but never before like
this. The pain and indignation in her
eyes came not from the sheer hurt of
a wound but from the hurt Of its
source. 1t was as If he had learned by
the signal of its loss that he had a
deeper hold on her than he had real
lied.
Eyes, l have bone to pick with
you," she said, recovering a grim sort
Of fellowship. "A big bone! II you're
half a friend you'll give me the very
marrow of it,"
Il am readyl" he answered more pa
thetically than philosophlcally.
There's not time now; after lunch.
con, when mother is taking her nap"
she concluded as they came to the last
step and saw Mrs. Galland on the
veranda.
Alter luncheon Mrs. Galland kept bat,
ting with her mods until nature was
victorious and she fell fast asleep.
Marta, grown restless with impatience,
suggested to Lanstron that they stroll
in the garden, and they took the path
past the house toward the castle
tower, stopping in an arbor with high
hedges on either side around O statue
Of Mercury.
''Now!" exclaimed Marta narrowly.
1T was you, Lanny, who recommend
ed Teller to US al gardener, compe-
tent though deaf / have proved him
to be man of most sensitive hearing.
l didn't let him know that he was dis
covered. You brought him here-you,
Lanny, you are the one to explain"
True, he is not deafl" Lanstron re-
piled.
He is a spy?" she asked.
YES, a spy. You can put things In
a bright light, Marital" He found words
coming with difficulty in face of the
pain and disillusion of her set look.
Using some man as a pawn; setting
him as spy in the garden where you
have been the welcome friendl" she
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