The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-11-13

IN Keeping with her mood. He was de-
tached; he was a referee.
Yes, l know that we shall. Num-
bers make 1t so, though there be no
cholce OF skill between the two Sides"
His tone had the confidence of the
now of mighty river in its destina-
ton on its way to the sea. There was
nothing in it of prayer. of hope, of des-
peration, as there had been in Lam
stron's We shall win!" spoken to her
In the arbor at their last interview.
She drew forward slightly in her chair.
Her eyes seemed much larger and
nearer to him. They were sweeping
him up and down as if she were seeing
the slim figure of Lanstron in con-
trast to Westerlings sturdiness; as If
she were measuring the might of the
i've millions behind him and the three
millions behind Lanstron. She let go
half-whispered "Yes!" which seemed
to reflect the conclusion gained from
the power of his presence.
Then my mothers and my own in
Va SSVS al . Win yOu-lIl6 lul6T6SIS OF
peace are with you'll" she declared.
She did not appear to see the sud-
den, uncontrolled CLEAN of victory in
his eyes. By this time 1t had become
a habit for Westerling to wait silently
Tor her to come out of her abstrRc-
tons. To disturb one might make it
unproductive.
Then If / want to help the cause OF
peace l should help the Grays!"
The exclamation was more to her
self than to him. He was silent. This
girl in veranda chair desiring to aid
him and his five million bayonets and
four thousand guns! Quixote and the
windmills-but it was amazing; it was
fine! The golden glow of the sunset
was running in his veins in a paean
of personal triumph. The profile
turned ever SO little. Now it was
looking at the point where Dellarme
had lain dying. Westerling noted the
smile playing on the lips. 1t had the
quality of smile over a task COM
pleted-Dellarme's smile. She start
ed; she was trembling all over in the
resistance Of some impulse-some i'm
pulse that gradually gained Roadway
and at last broke its bonds.
For l can help can help!" she
cried out, turning to him in wild in
decision which seemed to plead for
guidance. TITS so terrible-yet If it
would hasten peace-I-I know much
~ tho g. nj ~ Iofoncnl
know where they are strong in the
first line and-and one place where
they are weak there-and a place
where they are weak in the main
| Incl"
"You dol" Westerling exploded. The
plans of the enemy! The plans that
neither Bouchard's saturnine cunning,
nor brides, nor spies could ascertainl
1t was like the bugle-call to the hunter.
But he controlled himself. Eyes, yes!"
He was thoughtful and guarded.
do you think it is right to tellf"
Marta gasped half inarticulately.
fright? Yes, to hasten the newt
able-to save lives!" declared Wester-
ling with deliberate assurance.
IL want to see an end of the kill
ing! +" She sprang to her feet as
If about to break away unanimously,
but paused, swaying unsteadily, and
passed her hand across her eyes.
eve intend a general attack ON the
first line of defense tonight" he ex-
claimed, his supreme thought leaping
into words.
"And you would want the informa-
ton about the first line tonight if-if
It Is to be of service?"
Eyes, tonight"
Marta brought her hands together
in a tight clasp. Her gaze fiuttered
for minute over the tea-table. When
she looked up her eyes were calm.
at is big thing, isn't it?" she said.
"A thing not to be done in an impulse.