The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-02-12

Il confess i cannot guess!" said
Marta, with look at the sunset glow
as IL she resented the loss OF a min
ute OF II.
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 Westerllng, her curiosity
apparently aroused as a matter OF cour-
tesy 10 his own interest in the SUBJ
ject.
Who do you think he accused?
Why. you." he added. with a peculiar
laugh.
She noted the popularity OF the
laugh discriminatory.
obi Her eyes opened wide In
wonder-only wonder. at first. Then.
wonder, they grew sympathetic. THAT
explainsl" she exclaimed. His hate
full glances were those OF delusion. He
was going mad, you mean?
"Yes," said Westernng. "that-that
would explain it,"
nave bNSh WIN NhhN NAth HSOHi0
go mad they always ascribe every in
jury done to them TO the person who
happens TO have excited their dislike" :"
she mused.
Which seems 10 have been the case
here" Westerling assented. He did
not know what else to say. His pride
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-
Wet him OF a 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 IL 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.
The rose went violet and the shadows
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
IL 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 fash
and farther up the slope spread the
explosive circle OF light OF a bursting
| shell.
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.
| Splendid! splendid" exclaimed
Westerling. In a sweep OF emotion al
the sight that had been born OF his
command. Five thousand guns on
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 garish
| illumination. II was the face OF a
maestro Of war seeing all his rehear
sails and all his labors come true In
| symphonic qualification to the eye
and ear; the face OF a man OF trained
mind, the product OF civilization, with
the elation Of party leader on the
floor Of parliament in a crisis.
Soon, now!" said Westerling, and
looked at his watch.
| Shortly, In the direction OF Engadir
to the rear OF the steady flashes
broke forth line after line Of flashes
as the long-range batteries. which 80
far had been silent, Joined their might.
| Ter voices TO the chorus, making a con.
tinuous leaping burst of explosions
over the Brown positions, which were
the real object of the attack.
THE moment I've lived for!" ex.
claimed Westerling. Our infantry is
starting up the apron OF Engadir! We
held back the fire OF the heavy guns
concentrated for the purpose OF sup
porting the men with an outburst.
Three hundred heavy guns pouring in
their shells on a space OF two acres /!
We're tearing their redoubts to pieces /!
They can't see to fret They can't
live under II! They're In the crater
OF a volcano! When our infantry is
on the edge OF the wreckage the guns
cease. Our infantry crowd in-crowd
into the house that Partow built
He'll find that numbers count: that
the power OF modern gunflre will open
the way for infantry In masses 20 take
and hold vital tactical positions! And
-no-no, their fire I'm reply is not as