The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-02-06
THE MADISON JOURNAL, TALLULAH, LA.

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 sonorous 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, Lanny! 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 line Of defense Is to-
night. Westerling says SOL" She had
to pause for breath. And, Lanny,
want to know some position of the
Browns which is weak-not 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 heI
sentiments, she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lanstron's amazed
vision. There was no room for inter
ruption on his part, no question OF
need of one. The wire seemed tc
culver with the militant tension of hel
| spirit. 1t was Marta af1ame who was
talking at the other end; not af1ame
for him, but with a purpose that re
vealed all the latent strength of hei
personality and daring.
Il shall have to ask Partow. It's
pretty big thing"
"Yes-only that is not all my plan
my little plan. After they have taker
the first line of defense-and they
will get it, won't they?"
Eyes, we shall yield in the end, yield
rather than suffer too great losses
there that will weaken the defense OF
the main line"
Then | want to know where it /:
that you want Westerling to attack OF
the main line, SO that we can get hin
to attack there. That-that will help
won't it?"
Yes"
"Of course, all the while I shall b,
| inn I
proved my loyalty and have his com
plete confidence-andI I'll telephone /
to you. | am sure / can get somethin,
worth while with you to direct me
don't you think so, Lanny? I'll holt
the wire, Lanny. Ask Partow!" sh,
concluded. OF the two she was tn
steadier.
"Well?" said Partow, looking up a
the sound of Lanstron's step. Then h.
half raised himself from his chair a
sight of a Lanstron with eyes in
daze of brilliancy; a Lanstron wit
his manned hand twitching in an out
stretched gesture; a Lanstron in tn
dilemma of being at the same tim
lover and chief of intelligence. Shout,
he let her make the sacrifice of every
thing that he held to be sacred to,
woman's delicacy? Should he not re
turn to the telephone and tell her tina
he would not permit her to play sue
part? Partow's voice cut in on hi
decentralization with the sharpness of
blade.
well, what, man, what?" he dc
handed He feared that the girl Nigh
be dead. Anything that could upse
Lanstron in this fashion struck
chord of sympathy and apprehension.
Lanstron advanced to the table
pressed his hands on the edge, anC
now master of himself, began an az
count of Marta's offer. Partow's form
less arms lay inert on the table, hi
soft. pudgy' fingers outspread on tn
map and his. bulk settled deep in tn
chair, while his eagle eyes were SCI
ing through Lanstron, through mour
tain range, into the eyes of a woma
and a general on the veranda of a