The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-02-27

said as he saw her appear from the
shelter OF the arbor.
She wondered if she were going to
fall. But the post of the trellis was
within reach. She caught hold &C il
to steady herself. Failed,
The killing-it must have been ter
claim to cover her hardness of re-
spouse to his mood
You thought of that-as you should
as dol" he said.
He took her hands in his, pulsing
warm with the flowing red of bis
strength. She let them remain life.
lessly, as if she had not the will to
take them away, the instinct of her
part again dominant. To him this was
another victory, and il was discovery
the discovery CT melting weakness
in her for the first time. which magni-
|Sfied his sense of masculine power. He
frightened his grip slightly and she
shuddered
You are tired!" he said. and it hurt
her that he should be so considerate.
The killing-to end that! It's all
want" she breathed miserably.
And the end is near," he said
Yes, now, thanks to you!"
Thanks to her! And she must listen
and submit to his touch.
Then engineers and material were
ready to go in" he continued. BE
fore morning, as | had planned. we
shall be so well fortified in the posi-
ton that nothing can bulge us. This
success so strengthens my power with
the staff and the premier that | need
not wait on Fabian tactics. am
supreme | shall make the most of
the decentralization of this blow to the
enemy. | shall not wait on slow ap-
proaches in the hope of saving life
Tomorrow | shall attack and keep on
attacking till all the main line is ours"
Now you are playing your real part,
the conquerOr!" she thought gladly.
Your kind of peace is the ruin of an
other people; the peace of a helpless
enemy. That is better"-better for her
conscience. Unwittingly, she allowed
her hands to remain in his. In the pa
ralysis of despair she was unconscious
that she had hands. She felt that she
could endure anything to retrieve the
error into which she had been the
means of leading the Browns. And
the killing-it would not stop, she
knew. No, the Browns would not
yield until they were decimated.
I'VE have the numbers to spare.
Numbers shall press Monochrome to
terms in their capital" Westerling's
voice grew husky as he proceeded,
harsh as orders to soldiers who hest
tated in face of fire. After that-after
that"-the tone changed from harsh
ness to desire, which was still the de-
sire Of possession-"the fruits of
peace, a triumph that | want you to
share!" He was drawing her toward
him with an impulse of the force of
this desire, when she broke free with
an abrupt, struggling pull.
Not that! Not that! Your work
is not yet done!" she cried.
He made a move as if to persist,
then he fell back with a gesture of
understanding.
Right! Hold me to it," he ex-
claimed resolutely. Hold me to the
bargain! So a woman worth while
should hold a man worth while"
"Yes!" she managed to say, and
turned to go in a sudden impetus Of
energy. Half running, half stumbling,
the light of the lantern bobbing and
trembling weirdly, she fastened
through the tunnel. Usually the time
for taking the receiver down till
Lanny replied was only half min
ute. Now she waited what seemed
many minutes without response. Had
the connections been broken? To
make sure that her impotence was
not trucking her she began to count
off the seconds. Then she heard Lam
stron's voice, broken and hoarse:
Marta, Marta, he is dead! Partow
is dead!"
Recovering himself, Lanstron told
the story of Partow's going, which was
in keeping with his life and his
prayers. AS the doctor put it, the
light of his mind, turned on full volt
age to the last. went out without
flicker. Through the day he had at
tended to the dispositions for receiv-
ing the Grays' attack, enlivening rou-
tine az uS,Ial with flashes of hurnor
and reflection ranging beyond the de.
tails in hand. An hour or SO before
dark he had reached across the table
and laid his big, soft palm on the back
of LanstrOn's hand. He was thinking
aloud, habit of his in Lanstrons COM
pany, when an idea requiring gesta-
ton came to him.
MY boy, it is not fatal If we lose