Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-02-05

in information was over this wire from
our staff into the Browns headquar-
ters,1 as Bouchard believed and as
came to believe
So long had Marta expected this mo-
ment of exposure that it brought no
shock. Her spirit had undergone many
subtle rehearsals for the occasion.
"Yes, that is true" she heard herself
saying, little distantly, bat very
quietly and naturally.
Westerling fell back as from blow
In the face. His breath came hard at
first, like one being strangled. Then
1t sank deep In his chest and his eyes
were bloodAhot, as bulls in his final
effort against the matador. He raised
e quivering, clenched fist and took q
step nearer her.
But far from hinching, Marta seemed
to be greeting the blow. as If she ad-
mitted his right to strike. She was
without any sign Of triumph and with
every sign OF relief. Lying was at an
end. She could be truthful.
do you recall what said in the re-
ception-room at the hotel?" she asked.
The question sent fash into a hid
den chamber OF his mind. Now the
only thing he could remember of that
| interview was the one remark which
hitherto he had never included In his
recollection Of it.
you said could not win" He drew
out the words painfully.
when you said that you brought on
this war to crafty your ambition. l
chose to be one of the weapons Of
war; / fought for civilization. for my
home, with the only means / had
against the wickedness of a victory of
conquest-the precedent Of 1t in this
age-a victory which should glorify
such trickery as you practised on your
people"
81 should like to shoot you dead!"
cried Bellini.
] sAnd you let me make love to you!"
| Westerling said in a dazed. cropping
monotone to Marta.
Such wreck was he Of his former
self that she found it amazing that she
L COulQ uOL pity ILL., ct OAO AAA6AAt
have pitied him had he plunged into
| the fight; had he tried to rally one Of
the broken regiments; had he been
able to forget himself.
Rather, you made love to yourself
/ through me-" she answered, not harsh
ly, not even emphatically, but merely
as a statement of passionless fact. IF
you dared to endure what you ordered
/ others to endure for the sake of your
ambition; If"
She was interrupted by sharp zip
in the air. Westerling lodged and
looked about wildly.
what is that?" he asked. "What?"
Five or six zips followed like q
charge Of wasps flying at speed that
made them invisible. Marta felt a
brush of air past her cheek and Wes-
terling went chalky white. 1t was the
first time he had been under 9ze. But
these bullets were only, strays. No
more came.
"Come, general, let Us be going!"
urged the aide, touching his CHIEF on
the arm.
eyes. yes!" said Westerling hur~
riedly.
Francois, who had picked up the coat
that had fallen from Westerl1ng's
shoulders with his start at the buzzing,
held it while his master thrust his
hands through the sleeves.
"And this is WISER" said the aide.
unfastening the detachable insignia vi
rank from the shoulders of the great
coat. "It's wiser, too. that we walk"
he added.
Walk? But my carl" exclaimed
Westerling petulantly.
I'm afraid that the car could not
get through the press In the town."
was the reply. walking is safer"
The absence in him of that quality
which is the soldiers real glory, the
picture Of this deserted leader. this
god of q machine who had been
crushed by his machine, his very lack
Of stoicism or courage-all this sud
denly appealed to Marta's quick SYM
pathies. They had once drunk tea to-
gether.
"Oh, 1t was not personal! / did not
think Of myself as a person or of you
as one-only Of principles and Of thou
sands Of others-to end the killing-to
save our country to its people! Oh,
I'm sorry and, personally, I'm horrible
-horrible!" she called after him in q
broken, quavering gust of words which
he heard confusedly In tragic mockery.
He made no answer; he did not even
look around. Head bowed and hardly
seeing the path, he permitted the aide
to choose the way, which lay across
the boundary Of the Galland estate.
CHAPTER XXI.