The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-02-13

we have new government. n new
premier!" Turcas repeated. with firm.
methodical politeness. Westerling
looking from ono fact to another with
filmy eyes. lowered them before Bou-
chard. There's room ready for
Your Excellency upstairs" Turcas con-
tinued. "The orderly will show you
the way"
Now Westeriing grasped the fact
that he was no longer chief OF staff.
He drew himself UP In desperate
attempt at dignity; the staff saluted
again. and, uncertainty, he followed
the orderly. with the aide and valet
still in loyal attendance.
Two figures were in the doorway:
heavy-set market woman with a
fringe of down on her lip and caday.
erous, tidily dressed old man, who
might have been a superannuated
schoolmaster, with bronze cross won
in the war OF forty years ago on his
breast and his eyes burning with the
youthful fire of Grandfather Fragini's.
They got the premier in the capt.
tai. We've come for Westerlingl We
want to know what he did with our
sons! We want to know why he was
beatenl" cried the market woman.
Yes" said the Yeteran. we want
him to explain his lies. Why did he
keep the truth from us? We were
ready to fight, but not TO be treated
like babies. This is the twentieth
century,"
I'VE want Westerlingl Tell Wes-
terling to come outi" rose impatient
shouts behind the two figures In the
doorway.
whispered Turcas to Westerling's aide.
Yes" was the choking answer
Eyes II is better than that"--with n
glance toward the mob. Il left my
own on the table"
1--WE can't save hint We shall have
to let them"
Turcas's voice was drowned by
great roar of cries, with no word ex-
cept "Westerling" distinguishable.
that pierced every crack OF the house.
A wave OF movement starting from
the rear drove the veteran and the
market woman and a dozen others
through the doorway toward the
stairs. Then the sound OF a shot was
heard overhead.
THE man you seek is dead" said
Turcas, stepping in front OF the crowd,
his features unrelenting in authority.
"Now go back TO your work and leave
us to ours" Z
Il understand. sir" said the veteran
We've no argument with you
"Yesi" agreed the market woman.
but II you ever leave this range alive
we shall have one So. you stayl"
Looking at the bronze cross on the
veterans faded coat. the staff saluted:
for the cross, though II were hung on
rags, wherever 1t went was entitled
by custom TO the salute OF officers and
present arms" by sentries.
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After Lanstron's announcement TO
the Brown staff OF his decision not to
cross the frontier. there was rest
less movement In the chairs around
the table. and the grimaces on most
OF the faces were those with which a
practical man regards utopian pro-
posal. The vice-chief was drumming
on the table edge and looking steadily
at point In front of his fingers. II
Lanstron resigned he became chief.
'Partow might have this dream be-
fore he won. but would he now?"
asked the vice-chief. mo. He would
go onl"
yes" said another officer. THE
world viii ridicule the suggestion; our
people Will overwheIm Us With their
anger. The Grays will take A for
sign OF weakness"
mot II we put the situation rightly
to them" answered Lanstron. Not
II we 20 TO them as brave adversary
TO brave adversary, In a fair spirit
I'VE can--we shall take the range!".
the vlce-chief went on In burst Of
rigid conviction when he saw that
opinion was with him. Nothing can
stop this army nowl" He struck tho
table edge with his ilst, nus shoulders
stiffening
'Please-please. DON'T" lmplored
Marta softly 1T sounds SO like Yves.
terlingl"
The vice-chlef started as II he had
received a sharp plnprick. His shoul-
ders unconsciously relaxed. lie began
fresh study Of n certain point on the
table top. Lanstron. looking first at
one and then at another, spoke again,
his words as measured as they ever
had been IN military discussion and
eloquent. lie begun outlining his own
message which would 20 with partow's
10 tho premier. 20 the nation. 20 every
regiment Of tho Browns to the Crays
% the world He set forth why the
Browns, after tasting the courage o.
TO Be Continued