The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-06-04
(oODyright 1914, By Charles scriDnsTS sonsI
CHAPTER xx-contInued.

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
fantry, be the wounded-live and think
in 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 Partowe training and Marta's serv.
ice. 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 80 evident that
those who were seated arose and the
others drew near in inquiry and SYM
patty. 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 1t must have been cut
by the enemy-that the enemy knows
Of its existence!"
Perhaps not. Perhaps an accident
"a chance shot," said the vice-chlef.
mo, I'm sure not" Lanstron replied.
i am sure that 1t was cut deliberately
and not by her."
The b3d Regiment is going forward
In that Objectionable same regiment
that defended the house-and 1t can't
80 any faster that it is going" the
Vice-chief continued, rather incoherent-
y. He and the others no less felt the
pews as a personal blow. Though alb
sent In person, Marta had become In
spirit an intimate of their hopes and
councils.
She ID helpless-in their powerl"
Lanstron said. There is no telling
what they might do to her in the rage
Of their discovery. must go to heri
am going to the 'front.'"
A young officer of the Graye who
was with the signal-corps section, try
Ing to keep a brigade headquarters in
touch with the star 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 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 a
ciew 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 III Not the Grays. Why was It
theref He called for one OF his men
to bring a buzzer, and 1t was the work
OF little more than a minute to cut the
wire and make an attachment. 8Then
ne heard a woman's voice talking to
-Lanny." Who was Lanny? He wait.
ed TIL he had heard enough to know
that 1t was none other than Lanstron
the chief Of stan 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 l have made my sacrifcei"
Marta thought THE killing goes on
by Lanny's orders, not by westerling's,
this time"
Leaving her mother to enjoy the
prospect. a slow-moving figure, trance.
IKE, she went along the first terrace
path 70 9 point near the veranda
where the whole sweep Of landscape
with It's panorama Of retreat mar.
netized her senses. Like the gray of
lava, the Gray soldiery was erupting
from the range; In columns, still under
the control OF officers, keeping 10 the
dehles; In swarms and patches, under
The control OF nothing but their own
emotions. Mostly they were huggins
cover, from instinct II not from direc-
ton. cut some relied on straight lines
Of flight and speed OF foot for escape.
Courstng aeroplanes were playing a
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. prodding them In the
back with the fearful shepherdry OF
their shells. oficers' swords flashed
In the faces Of the boilers or In hold
ing reAr-guards to their work. Officers
al erdsrlies we're galioping hither