The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-12-25


are ignorant Of ours. It's the nations
great opportunity to gain enough
provinces to even the balance of popu-
lation with the Grays. With the unre-
hitting offensive, blow on blow, using
the spirit of our men to drive in mass
attacks at the right points, the Gray
range is ours!"
Marta scanned the faces of the staff
for some sign of dissent only to find
nothing but the ardor of victory call
Ing for more victory, which reflected
the feeling Of the coursing crowds In
the capital. Though Lanny wiShed to
stop the war, he was only a chip on
the crest of a wave. Public opinion,
which had made him an idol, would
discard him as soon as he ceased to be
hero In the likeness of its desires.
She saw him aloof as the others, in
preoccupation, bent over the map out
lining the plan of attack that they
had worked out while awaiting their
chiefs return from the charge. He
was taking a paper from his pocket
and looking from one to another Of his
colleagues studiously; and she was
conscious of that determination in his
smile which she had first seen when
he rose from the wreck Of his plane
This is from Partow: a message
for you and the nation!" he all,
nounced, as he spread few thin, type.
written pages out on the table. II
was under promise never to reveal its
contents unless our army drove the
Grays back across the frontier. The
original is in the staff vaults. have
carried this copy with me-"
At the mention in an arresting tone
of that name of the dead chief, to
which the days events had given the
prestige of one of the heroes of old,
there was grave attention.
Il think we have practically agreed
that the two individuals who were in
valuable to our cause we're Partow and
Miss Galland," Lanstron remarked ten
tatively. He waited for a reply. 1t
was apparent that he was laying a
foundation before he went any fur
Their.
Certainly" said the vice-chief
"And you'll" put in another officer.
which brought a chorus of assent.
mo, not I-only these two!" Ian
stron replied. "Or, l, too, if you pre-
fer. 1t little matters. The thing is
that l am under a promise to both,
which l shall respect. He organized
and labored for the same purpose that
she played the spy. When we sent
the troops forward in a counterattack
and pursuit to clear our soil of the
Grays; when / stopped them at the
frontier-both were according to Par
tow's plan. He had a plan and a
dream, this wonderful old man who
made us all seem primary pupils in
the art of war"
Could it be that terrible Partow, a
stroke of whose pencil had made the
Galland house an inferno? Marta
wondered as Lanstron read his mes
sage-the message out of the zeal
heart of the man, throbbing with the
power of his great brain. His plan
was to hold the Grays to stalemate;
to force them to desist after they had
battered their battalions to pieces
against the Brown Notifications. His
dream was the thing that had hap
pened-that an opportunity would
come to pursue broken machine in
a bold stroke of the offensive.
Il would want to be a hero of our
people for only one aim, to be able
to stop our army at the frontier" he
had written. Then they might drive
me forth heaped with obloquy, If they
chose. l should like to see the Grays
demoralized, beaten, ready to sue for
peace, the better to prove my point
that we should ask only for what is
ours and that our strength was only
for the purpose of holding what is
ours. Then we should lay up no leg
acy OF revenge in their hearts. They
could never have cause to attack
again. Civilization would have adj
vanced another step"
Lanstron continued to read to the
amazed stan. for Partow's message
had looked far into the future. Then
Iu0T0 Was T. 0.I WFlllSn dII6T tu0
war had begun, on the evening of the
day that Marta had gone from tea on
the veranda with Westerling to the
telephone, in the impulse of her new
purpose.
81 begin to believe In that dream"
he wrote. Il begin to believe that the
chance for the offensive will come,
now that my colleague, Miss Galland,
in the name of peace has turned prac-
teal. There is nothing like mixing a
little practice in your dreams while
the world is still we'll this side OF
Utopia, as the head on my old behe-
moth of body we'll knows. She had
the right idea with her school. The
oath so completely expressed my
ideas-the result of all my thinking
that l had twinge of literary jeal-
ousy. My boy, If you do reach the
frontier, in pursuit of a broken army,
and you do not keep faith with my