The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-04-09
CHAPTER xII-contInued.

But she hurried on, tmpelled by she
mew not what. through the dining
SOON, and, coming TO the veranda,
stopped short, with dilating eyes and
. CRY Of grievous shock. Two OF his
men were carrying Dellarme back
from the breastwork, where they had
caught him In their arms az he fell.
They laid him gently on the sward
With q knapsack under his head. His
face grew whittier with the how Of
blood from the red hole In the right
breast of his blouse. Then he opened
his lips and whispered to the doctor:
How L. TT" Something In his eyes.
In the tone Of that faint question. re-
CURED the grace OF a soldiers truth
in answer.
"Badl" said the doctor.
Then. good-byl" And his head fell
70 one side. his lips set in his CHEEKY
smile.
His company was q company with
bis smile out OF its heart and In Its
place blank despair. Many of the men
had stopped firing. Some had even
run back to look at him and stood,
caps OF, backs 10 the enemy. miser-
able In their grief. Others leaned
against the parapet. rides out Of hand,
staring and daxed.
They have killed our captainl"
They've killed our nl"-still
. captain to them. A generals stars
could not have raised him q cubit In
their estimation.
And once we called him Baby Del
parme,' he was so young and bashfull
Him babyi He was Q kingi"
Men, get to your placesi" cried the
surviving lieutenant rather hopelessly,
with no Dellarme to show him what
70 do; and Marta saw that few paid
any attention to him.
In that minute OF decentralization the
Qrsys had their chance, but only for .
minute. A voice that seemed to speak
some uncomfortable thought OF her
own broke in, and 1t rang with the au-
thority and leadership Of q mature Of
ncer's command. even though coming
from a gardener In blue blouse and
crownless straw hat.
your rifles, your rifles. quickl"
called Teller. We're only beginning
TO Hghti"
And then another voice in q bull
roar, Stransky's:
"Avenge his DEATH They've got 70
III the last man Of Us for killing himi
Revengei Revengsi"
That cry brought back to the com-
pany ell the lighting spirit Of the
shsery smile and with Il another spirit
for Dellarme's sakei-which he had
hever taught them.
stransky picked up one Of several
cylindrical objects that were lying at
ais feet
He wouldn't use this-he was too
soft-hearted-but I wilii' be cried, and
dung q handgrensde, and then a SEQ
end. over the breastwork. The explo-
sions were followed By agonized
kroans from the Grays bugging the
bower side Of the terrace. For this
they had crawled across the road In
he night-to find themselves unable
% move either way and directly under
the flashes Of the Browns rifles.
Feller's and Stransky's shouts rose
together In a peculiar unity of direc-
tion and full Of the fellowship they
had found In their first exchange Of
kiances.
You engineers, make readyi"
-Hand-grenades to the men under
the tree! That's where they're going
30 try for it-no wall to climb over
there"
You engineers. take your rifles
and bayonet into anything that wears
grayi"
Get back. you men By the tree, to
nToid their hand-srenadesI Form up
behind them. everybodyi"
mo matter II they do get In at nrsti
sack, ycu man. IRON under the trsel"
There was NOT single riHs-shot In
, silence like that before the word to
IN n dual al orders we're heard