The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-04-08

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CHAPTER xxi-centlausd.
We are going on. I and my guns.
on to the best yet -on in the pursuit!
Nothing can stop US! We shall hit the
Grays so fast and hard that they can
never get their machine In order again.
God bless you! Everything that is fine
In me will always think finely of you!
You and Lanny-two fixed stars for
mel"
Truly" She was radiant. "Truly?"
She asked wistfully.
Yes. yes-a yes as real as the
guns!"
Then it helps! Oh. how it helps!"
she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Good-by! God bless you!" he cried
rs he started to 60, adding over his
shoulder merrily: iii send you pic
ture postcard from the Grays' capital
of my guns parked in the palace
square"
She watched him leap the garden
wall as lightly as he had come and
gallop away, an impersonation Of the
gay, adventurous spirit of war. count
ing death and wounds and hardship as
the delights OF the gamble. Yes. he
would follow the Grays, throwing
shells in the irresponsible Joy of toss
ing confetti in q carnival. Pursuit!
Was Feller's the sentiment of the
army! Were the Browns not to stop
at the frontier? Were they to change
their song to. Now we have ours we
shall take some of theirs?" The
thought was fresh fuel to the live Goals
that still remained under the ashes.
A brigade commander and some of
his staff ffofficers near by formed q
group with faces intent around an op-
orator who was attaching his instru-
ment to field-wire that had Just been
reeled over the hedge. Marta moved
Steward them. but paused on hearing an
outburst of jubilant exclamations:
"A hundred thousand prisoners"
/ And five hundred guns!"
We're coming in on their frontier
all along the line!"
Its incredible!"
From mouth to mouth-a hundred
thousand prisoners, five hundred guns
the news was passed in the garden.
Eyes dull with fatigue began flashing
as the soldiers broke into a cheer that
was not led, cheer unlike any Marta
had heard before. 1t had the high
notes of men who were weary, of ter
rible exultation, of spirit stronger than
tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other
exclamations from both officers and
men expressed hunger whetted by
the taste of one days victory.
We'll go on!"
We'll make peace In their capital"
"And with an indemnity that will
stagger the world"
Nothing Is impossible with Lam
stron. How he has worked it out
baited them to their own destruction!"
"A frontier Of our own choosing!"
"On the next range. We will keep
all that stretch Of plain there!"
And the river, tool"
They shall pay-pay for attacking
us!"
Pay, pay for the drudgery. the sleep
, less nights, the dead and the wounded
for our dead and wounded! No mat
ter about theirs! The officers were too
intent in their elation to observe a
young woman, standing quite still, her
lips a thin line and . deep blaze in
her eyes As she looked this way and
that at tho field Of faces, seeking some
dissentient, some partisan of the right
She was seeing the truth now; the
cold truth. the old truth to which she
had been untrue when she took Eel
ler's place. There could be no choice
Of sidos in war unless you believed in
war. One who fought for peace must
take up arms against all armies. Her
part as a spy appeared to her clad in
a new kind of shame: the desertion of
her principles.
Nor did the officers observe a man of
thirty-five, wearing the cords Of the
staff and a generals stars, coming
around the corner of the house. Mar
ta's feverish. rowing glance had noted
him directly he was in sight. His face
seemed to be in keeping with the
other faces. in the ardor Of hunt un-
finished; hand in blouse pocket, his
bearing little too easy to be conven-
tionally military-the same Lanny.
She was dimly conscious of surprise
not to find him changed, perhaps be-
cause he was unaccompanied by re.
Shnue or any other symbol of his power
He might have been coming to call on
Sunday afternoon. In that mrs,
glimpse 1t was difficult to think OF
him as the commander of an army. Blu,
that he was, she must not FORGET She