Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-10-06

ling interrupted lie resented the staff's professional respect for Turcas. After a silence and survey of the faces around, he added with senten- tious effect: And l was right about 1ordir!"
 To this argument there could be no answer. The one stroke of general. ship by the Grays, who, otherwise, had succeeded alone through repeated mass attacks, had been Westerling's s hypothesis that had gained Bordir in single assault.
 "Engadir it is then!" said Turcas with the loyalty of the subordinate who makes superiOrS conviction his own, the better to carry it out.
 Hazily, Bouchard had heard the talk, while he was looking at Westerling and seeing him, not at the head of the council table, but in the arbor in eager appeal to Marta.
 q shall find out! I shall find out!" was drumming in his temples when the council rose; and, without word or a backward glance, he was the first to leave the room.
 When Bouchard returned to his desk he guessed the contents of the note awaiting him, but he took long time to read it's stereotyped expressions in transferring him to perfunctory duty well to the rear of the army. Then he pulled himself together and, leaden- hearted, settled down to arrange rou- tine details for his departure, while the rest of the staff was immersed in the activity of the preparations for the could not sleep if he lay down. So he spent the night at work. In the morn ing his successor, young man whom he himself had chosen and trained, Colonel Bellini, appeared, and the fallen man received the rising man with forced official courtesy.
 'In my own defense and for your aid,' he said q show you copy of what I have just written to General Westerling."
 A brief note it was, in farewell, be- ginning with conventional thanks for Westerling's confidence in the past.
 q am punished for being right" it concluded. "lt is my belief that Miss G:!land sends news to the enemy and that she draws 1t from you without your consciousness of the fact. I tell you honestly. Do what you will with me-"
 It took more courage than any act of his life for the loyal Bouchard to dare such candor to superior. See ing the patchy, yellow, bloodless face drawn in stiff lines and the abysmal stare of the deep-set eyes in their bony recesses, Bellini was swept with a wave of sympathy.
 Thank you, Bouchard. You've been very fine!" said Bellini as he grasped Bouchard's hand, which was icy cold.
 My duty-my duty, in the hope that We shall kill two Browns for every Gray who has fallen that we shall yet see them starved and besieged and crying for mercy in their capital, replied Bouchard. He saluted with a dismal. urgent formality and stalked out of the room with the tread of the ghost of Hamlet's father.
 The strange impression that this farewell left with Bellini still fingered when, few moments later, Wester- ling summoned him. Not alone the .diffidence of a new member of the staff going into the presence accounted for the stir in his temples, as he wait. ed till some papers were signed be- fore he had Westerling's attention Then Westerling picked up Bouchards S note and shook his head sadly.
 Poor Bouchard! You can see for yourself" and he handed the note tc Bellini. q should have realized ear Her that it was case for the doctor and not for reprimand. Mad! Poor Bouchard! He hadn't the ability ol the resiliency of mind for his task, as hope you have, colonel"
 T hope so, sir" replied Bellini.
 i've no doubt you have" said Wes terling. You are my choice!"