Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-02-12

his departure?" he continued.
II confess / cannot guess!" said |
Marta, with a look at the sunset glow
as il she resented the loss of min
ute Of It.
There has been a leak of informa-
ton to the Browns!" he announced.
There has! And he was intelli-
gence officer. wasn't he?" she asked.
turning to Westerling, her curiosity
apparently aroused as matter of cour-
tesy to his own interest in the sub
ject.
who do you think he accused?
Why, you," he added. with peculiar
laugh.
She noted the popularity of the
laugh Discriminatory.
obi Her eyes opened wide in
wonder-only wonder, at first. Then,
as comprehension took the place of
wonder, they grew sympathetic. THAT
explains!" she exclaimed. His hate
full glances were those of delusion. He
was going mad, you mean?
Eyes," said Westerling. "that-that
would explain it,"
81 have been told that when people
go mad they always ascribe every in
jury done to them to the person who
happens to have excited their dislike"
she unused.
(which seems to have been the case
here" Westerling assented. He did
n OF hot ole IN IIfa rpidQ
was recovering it's natural confidence
In the infallibility of his Judgment of
human beings. He was seeing his sus-
picions as ridiculous enough to con-
vict him of brain as disordered as
Bouchard's.
Marta was thinking that she had
been skating on very thin ice and
that she must go on skating till she
broke through. There was an exhila-
ration about it that she could not re-
sist: the exhilaration of risk and the
control Of her faculties, prompted by
purpose hypnotically compelling.
Both were silent, she watching the
sky. he in anticipation and suspense.
| hO lOoO WChI NlolCt dhu LILO phooO w y
over the range deepened.
"The guns and the troops wait.
With darkness the music begins!" he
said slowly, with a start of stern
fervor.
The music-the music! He calls
1t music!" ran through Marta's mind
mockingly, but she did not open her
lips.
They wait, ready, every detail ar
ranged" he continued proudly.
The sky merged into the shadows of
the landscape that spread and thick
ened into blackness. Out of the drawn
curtains of night broke an ugly flash
and farther up the slope spread the
explosive circle Of light Of bursting
she'll
"The signal!" he exclaimed
Right and left the blasts spread
along the Gray lines and right and
left, on the instant, the Browns sent
their blasts in reply. Countless tongues
Of fame seemed to burst from count
less craters, and the range to rock In
a torment Of crashes. In the inter
vening space between the ugly, saw
age gusts from the Gray gun mouths
which sent their shells from the midst
Of exploding Brown shells, swept the
beams of the Brown search-lights
their rays lost like sunlight in the vor
tex Of an open furnace door,
| "GpJnndiIf Sxla,,ItJtU Ill, -
Westerling, in a sweep of emotion a,
the sight that had been born of hit
command Five thousand guns or
our side alone! The world has never
seen the equal of this!"
Marta looked away from the range
to his face. very distinct in the garist
illumination. 1t was the face of {
maestro Of war seeing all his rehear
sails and all his labors come true IL
symphonic qualification to the eye
and ear; the face of man of trained
mind, the product of civilization, will
the citation Of party leader on thu
floor of parliament In a crisis.
Soon, now!" said Westerling, ant
looked at his watch.
Shortly, in the direction of Engadir
to the rear of the steady f1ashe
broke forth line after line Of flashes
as the long-range batteries, which 8,
far had been silent. Joined their might
Ter voices to the chorus, making con
tinuous leaping burst of explosion
over the Brown positions, which wer,
the real object of the attack.
"The moment I've lived fort" ex
claimed Westerling. "Our infantry Il
starting up the apron of Engadir! W.
held back the fire of the heavy gun
concentrated for the purpose OF sur
porting the men with an outburst
Three hundred heavy guns pouring II
their shells on a space Of two acres
We're tearing their redoubts to pieces
They can't see to fire! They can
live under 1t! They're In the crate
Of a volcano! When our infantry |
on the edge Of the wreckage the gun
, cease. Our infantry crowd in-crow
into the house that Partow bull,
He'll find that numbers count; tina
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