Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-10-06
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| Every day IT, sy cheeks grew
pastier and the pouches under the eye
brows heavier. But there was nc
dimming of the eagle flashes of the
| eyes, no weakening of the will. Last
night Lanstron had turned as white
as chalk when Partow staggered on
rising from the table, the veins on his
! temples knotted blue whip-cords. Yet
after a few hours sleep he reappeared
with firm step, fresh for the fray.
/ The paraphernalia around these two
was the same as that around Wester.
| ling. Only the atmosphere of the staff
was different. Each man was perform
! ing the part set fer him. No man knew
much of any other mans part. Partow
alone knew ALL prd Lanstron was try,
.. ing to grasp all ard praying that Par
tow's old body tEcU'd still feed his
mind with energy. Lc.strcn was thin,
ner and paler, wand glittering In
tensity in his eyes.
When word of Tcller's detection
came, Lanstron realized for the first
time by Partows manner that the old
chief of staff, with all his depreciation
of the telephone scheme as chimerical,
had grounded hope Oh it.
There was the chance that we
might know-so vital to the defense
what they were gcing to do before and
not after the attack" he said
Yet the story Of how Feller yielded
to the temptation cf the automatic had
made the nostrils CT the old war-horse
quiver with a dramatic breath, and in
stead Of the command of battery of
guns. which Lanstron had promised,
the chief made it q battalion. He had
drawn down his brows when he heard
that Marta had asked that the wire
be left intact: he lad shot a shrewd.
questioning glance at Lanstron and
then beat tattoo CT the table and
half grinned as he grumbled under his
breath:
''She is afraid of being lonesome! No
harm done!"
A week had passed since the Grays
had taken the Galland house, and still
no word from Marta. The ring of the
bell brought Lanstron to his feet with
a startled, boyish bound.
VERY springy, that tendon of
Achilles." muttered Partow. And,
my boy, take care. take care!" he
called suddenly in his scnorous voice,
as vast and billowy as his body.
1t was Marta's voice and yet not
Marta's. this voice that beat in nerv-
Gus waves over the wire.
"Lanny-Yes, l. Lcnny! You were
right. Westerling planned to make war
deliberately to satisfy his ambition.
He told me so. The first general at.
tack on the first liz, o, defense is to-
night. Westerlilg s@ys SOL" She had
10 pause for breath. And, Lanny,
want to know some position of tht
Browns which is w.sk-aot actually
weak, maybe, but some position where
the Grays expect terrible resistance
and will not find it-where you will let
them in"
In the name of-Marta! Marta,
what"
81 am going to fight for the Browns
for my home!"
In the sheer satisfaction of explain.
ing herself to herself, of voicing her
sentiments, she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lanstron's amazed
vision. There wac no room for inter
ruption on his part, no question or
need o; one The wire seemed to
luiver with the militant tension of her
spirit. was Marta efame who was
talking at the other end: rot afiame
FOR him, but with q purpose that re-
vealed all the latent strength of her
and daring.
81 shall have to ask Partow. It's a
pretty big thing"
"Yes-only that is not all my plan,
my little plan. After they have taken
the first line of defense-and they
VIII get 1t, won't they?"
Eyes, we shall yield in the end, yield
rather than suffer too great losses
there that will weaken the defense on
the main line"
Then l want to know where it is
that you want Westerlins to attack on
the main line, so that we can get him
to attack there. That-that will help,
won't it?"
YES"
"Of course, all the while shall be
getting news from hi9l-v'hen | have
proved my lor-"''- %'r COM