The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-02-04

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other thoasa.Ath chances that have
faileA." ke replied cAeerfully. ''Oas
Of the virtues Of Partov's stssl an-
donations il that. being tearlsss a.
veil ~ passioaless. they never cry
over split ailk. And nQw." hs voot
o. soberiy. we must he saying good
by"
"GooA-by. LAnny! Why. what %
yoH 0ean!" She va1 startled.
Till the var b over" ~ said. and
longer than that. psrhaps. II Ia Tir
remains ia Gray territory"
You speak a. II you thought yos
we're eoiag TO Iose!"
Not while many Of our soldiers aFe
alive. II they coatinSs to show ths
spirit that they have shown 20 far;
not unless two men can crush one
man In the automatic gun-recoil age.
But La Tir 10 IN tangent and already
in the Grays' possession. while Ne act
on the defensive. So ! should hardly
be flying over your garden again"
But there's the telephone. Lanny.
and here ve are talking over II this
very minute!" she expostulated.
You must remove IT," he said. III
the Grays should discover 1t they
might form . suspicion that would put
you In an unpleasant position"
The telephone had become almost =
familiar institution In her thoughts.
Its secret had something Of the fasci-
nation for her of magic.
"Nonsense!" she exclaimed. II am
going to be very lonely. I want to
learn how Feller 10 doing-I want to
chat with you. So decide not to-iet
1t be taken out. And. you see. have
the tactical situation, ~ you soldiers
call 1t. all In my favor. The work
Of removal must be done at my end
of the line. You're quite helpless to
enforce your wishes. And. Lanny, II
ring the bell you'll answer. won't
you?"
Il couldn't help it," he replied.
Until then! You've been fine about
everything today"
Until them"
When Marta left the tower she knew
only that she was weary with the
mind-weariness, the body-weariness,
the nerve-weariness of a spectator who
has shared the emotion OF every actor
in q drama Of death and finds the ex-
citement that has kept her tense no
longer a sustaining. force.
As she went along the path, steps
uncertain from sheer fatigue, her SEN
sibilities livened again at the sight OF
picture. War. personal war. in the
form Of the giant Stransky, was knock
ing at the kitchen coor. His two-days-
old beard was matted with dust and
there were dried red spatters on his
cheek. Wars furnace flames seemed
to have tanned him; war seemed to
be breathing from his deep chest; his
big nose was wars promontory. But
the unexposed space Of his forehead
seemed singularly white when he took
of his cap as Minna came in answer
to his knock. Her yielding lips were
parted. her eyes were bright with in
quiry and suspicion, her chin was
firmly set.
Il came to see II you would let me
kiss your hand again." said stransky.
squirting through hfs brows wistfully.
II see your nose mas been broken
once. You don't want it broken sec.
ond time. I'm stronger than you
think" ,Minna retorted, and held out
| her hand carelessly as if 1t pleased
her to humor him.
He was rather graceful, despite his
size. as he touched his lips to her I'm
gers. Just as he raised his head q
burst of cheering rose from the yard
so you've found that we have gone
you brilliant intellects!" he shouted
and glared at the wall of the house in
the direction Of the cheers.
Quick! You have no time to lose!'
Minna warned him.
Quick! quick!" cried Marta.
Stransky paid no attention to the
urgings. He had something more te
say to Minna.
I'm going to keep thinking OF yor
and seeing your face-the face of s
good woman-while fight. And wher
the war is over, may come to call?'
he asked.
His feet we're so resolutely planted
on the flags that apparently the only
way to move them was to consent.
Eyes. yes!" said Minna. Nov
hurry"
Say, but you make me happy
Watch me poke It into the Grays To-
you!" he cried and bolted
Within the kitchen Mrs. Gallant
was already s!umbering soundly IL
her chair. Overhead Marta heard tn,
exClamations of male voices and tn,
tread Of what was literally the hee
of the conqueror-guests that ha.
cone without asking! Intruders tha
had entered without any process o
law! Would they overrun the house
her mothers room, her own room?
Indignation brought fresh strengtl
as she started up the stairs. Th'
head Of the flight gave on tn n darl