The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1915-04-09

terling to come oyltl' rose impatient |
shouts behind the two figures in the
doorway.
"ycu ere sure that he has nne?"
whispered Turcas to Westerling's aide.
"Yes," was the choking answer
"yes. 1t Is better than that"-with a
glance toward the mob. X left my
own on the table"
1--WE can't save him! 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 deaA!" said
Turcas. stepping in front Of the crowd
his features unrelenting in authority
Now, 60 back to your work and leave
US to ours"
Il understand. sir" said the veteran
We've no argument with you"
"Yes!" agreed the market woman.
But If you ever leave this range alive
we shall have one. SO, you stay!"
Looking at the bronze cross on the
veterans faded coat, the staff salute1
for the cross, though 1t were hung on
rags. wherever it went was entitled
by custom to the salute Of officers and
present arms" by sentries.
o
After Lanstron's announcement to
the Brown staff Of his decision not to
cross the frontier, there was a 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 a 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
60 on!"
'Yes." said another officer. "The
world will ridicule the suggestion; our
people viii overwhelm us with their
anger The Grays will take 1t for a
sign Of weakness"
mot II we put the situation rightly
to them" answered Lanstron. mot
| II we go to them as brave adversary
to brave adversary, in fair spirit"
1--WE can-we shall take the range!'
the vice-chief went on in burst Of
rigid conviction when he saw that
opinion was with him. Nothing can
stop this army now!" He struck the
table edge with his fist. his shoulders
4 stiffening.
please please. don't!" implored
Marta softly. 1T sounds so like Wes-
terling!"
The vice-chief started as II he had
received a sharp pin-prick HIS shchl
ders unconsciously relaxed. He began
fresh study Of certain point on the
table top. Lanstron, looking first al
one and then at another, spoke again
his words as measured as they ever
had been in military discussion and
eloquent. He began outlining his own
message which would 60 with Partow's
to the premier, to the nation, to every
regiment Of the Browns, to the Grays
to the world He set forth why the
Browns, after tasting the courage oi
the Grays, should realize that they
could not take their range. Partov
had not taught him to put himself ir
other mems places in vain. The boy
who had kept up his friendship witt
engine drivers after he was an Officer
know how to sink the plummet ints
human emotions. He reminded the
Brown soldiers that there had been s
providential answer to the call o.
F"God with us!" he reminded the pee
pie Of the lives that would be lost t
no end but to engender hatred; h
begged the army and the people no
to break faith with that principle o
mot for theirs, but for ours" which
had been their strength.
II should like you all to sign it-t'
make 1t simply the old form Of 'th
staff has the honor to report he SAT-
finally.
There was a hush as he finished
the hush Of deep impression whe1
one man waits for another to speak
All were looking at him except tn
vice-chief, who was still staring at tn
\ table as If he had heard nothing, Ye
every word was etched on his MIND
. The man whose name was the symbo
OF victory to the soldiers, who woul
be more than ever hero as the new
Of his charge with the African Brave
travelled along the lines, would 60 O.
I, record to his soldiers as saying tha
they could not take the Gray range
This was q handicap that the vice
chief did not care to accept; and b
knew how to turn phrase as well a
to make soldierly decision. H
looked up smilingly to Marta.
Il have decided that ! had rathe
not be- a Westerling. Miss Galland,
I he said. wen make 1t unanimous
Z And you he burst out to Lanstron-