The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-03-05
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CHAPTER xx-Continued.

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council which the juniors could not
quite understand had wrought the won
der. Lanstron had not forgotten the
dead. He could see them; he could
see everything that happened. Had
not Partow said TO him: Don't just
read reports. Visualize men and
events. Be the artillery, be the in
santry be the wounded-live and think
I'm their places. In this way only can
you really know your work."
His elation when he saw his plans
going right was that of the instrument
of Partow's training and Marta's serv-
fee. He pressed the hands OF the men
around him. his voice caught in his
gratitude and his breaths were very
short at time, like those OF a spent,
happy runner at the goal. Feeding on
victory and growing greedy Of more,
his division chiefs were discussing how
TO press the war till the Grays sued for
peace; and he was silent in the midst
of their talk, which was interrupted
by the ringing of the tunnel telephone.
When he came out OF his bedroom,
Lanstron's distress was so evident that
those who were seated arose and the
Others drew near in inquiry and SYM
pathy. 1t seemed to them that the
chief of staff, the head of the machine,
who had left the room had returned an
individual.
THE connection was broken while
we were speaking!" he said blankly.
THAT means it must have been cut
by the enemy-that the enemy knows
of its existencer
Perhaps not. Perhaps an accident
"a chance shot," said the vice-chief.
mo, I'm sure not" Lanstron replied
81 am sure that it was cut deliberately
and not by her"
THE SD Regiment is going forward
in that direction-the same regiment
that defended the house-and il can't
go any faster that it is going" the
vice-chief continued, rather incoherent-
ly. He and the others no less felt the
news as a personal blow. Though alb
sent in person, Marta had become in
spirit an intimate of their hopes and
councils.
"She is helpless-in their power!"
Lanstron said. There is no telling
what they might do to her in the rage
of their discovery. l must go to her!
am going to the 'front.'"
A young officer of the Grays who
was with the signal-corps section, try
ing to keep a brigade headquarters in
touch with the staff during the retreat,
two or three miles from the Galland
house, had seen what looked like an in
sulated telephone wire at the bottom
of crater in the earth made by the
explosion of a heavy shell. The in
structions to all subordinates from the
chief of intelligence to look for the
source of the leak in information to
the Browns made him quick to see
clew in anything unusual. He Jumped
down into, the crater and not only
found his pains rewarded, but that
the wire. was intact and ran under
ground in either direction. Who had
laid it? Not the Grays. Why was IL
there? He called for one OF his men
TO bring a buZzer, and il was the work
of little more than minute TO cut the
wire and make an attachment. Then
he heard a woman's voice talking TO
'Lanny." Who was Lanny? He wait
ed till he had heard enough TO know
that ii was none other than Lanstron.
the chief of stafr OF the Browns, and
the woman must be spy. An orderly
dispatched to the chief OF intelligence
with the news returned with the or
der:
Drop everything and report to me
In person at once"
For this have made my eacrifice!"
Marta thought. The killing goes on
by Lanny's orders, not by Westerlings,
this time"
Leaving her mother to enjoy the
prospect, a slow-moving figure, trance
like, she went along the first terrace
path to a point near the veranda
where the whole sweep of landscape
with its panorama OF retreat mag.
netized her senses. Like the gray OF
iaFd, tht bidg SOiuitis was tIuDAluB
from the range; in columns, still under
the control of officers. keeping 10 the
defiles; in swarms and patches. under
the control of nothing but their own
emotions. Mostly they were hugging
cover. from instinct IL not from direc-
tion. but some relied on straight lines
of fight and speed OF foot for escape.
Coursing aeroplanes were playing
new part. Their wireless was inform
ing the Brown gunners where the
masses were thickest. This way and
that the Brown artillery fire drove re-
treating bodies, ptodding them in the
back with the fearful shepherdry OF
their shells. Officers swords flashed
In the faces Of the boilers or In hold
ing rear-guards to their work. Officers
end orderlies were galloping hither