The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-01-30

on the TlUDoub VI tue canvas OF MS
painting. or the sculptor on the frag.
ments OF his statue. Worse still, with
no faith to give him fortitude except
the materialistic, he saw the altar or
his god OF military efficiency In ruins.
He who had not allowed the word re.
treat to enter his lexicon now saw
rout He had laughed at reserve
armies In last nights feverish defiance.
AT Turcas's advocacy OF slower and
surer method OF attack. in those hours
OF shifting at a wall with his tsts and
forehead. In denial OF all the~anth SO
clean TO averag1 military logic. IL he
had Gully even a few conventional di-
rections all this disorder would have
been avoided. His army could have
fallen back In orderly fashion 10 their
own range. The machine out OF order,
he had attempted no repair; he had al
lowed II to thrash itself to pieces.
The artillery's maceration OF the
human jam suddenly ceased; perhaps
because the gunners had seen the Red
Cross flag which q doctor had the
presence OF mind to wave. Westerling
turned from sight worse to him than
the kiilimg-that OF the flowing retreat
along the road pressing frantically
over the dead and wounded In growing
disorder for the cover of the town.
Near by were Bellini, the chief of in
telligence. and a subaltern who had
arrived only a minute before. The sub
altern was dust-covered He seemed
10 have come in from hard ride, Both
were watching Marta, as II waiting for
her to speak. She met Wesdhrling's
look steadily, her eyes dark (nd still
and In his the reflection OF th(eyague
realization OF more than he had
guessed in her relations with him.
Well" she breathed to Westerllng.
"the war goes on!"
That's IT. That's the voicel" ex.
claimed the subaltern in an explosion
of recognition.
A short, sharp laugh OF irony broke
from Bellini; the laugh of one whose
suspicious are confirmed In the mix.
ture Of the sublime and the ridiculous.
Marta looked around at the Interrupt
ton, alert, on guard.
'You seem amused" she remarked
curiously.
mo, but you must have been" re-
piled Bellini hoarsely. early this
morning. not far from the castle, this
young officer found in the crater made
by ten-inch shell wire that ran In
a conduit underground. The wire was
intact. He tapped II. He heard a voice
thanking some one for her part In the
victory, and 1t seems that the woman's
voice that answered is yours. Miss Gal
land. So, General Westerling, the leak
in information was over this wire from
our staff into the Browns headquar-
tiers. as Bouchard believed and as |
came 10 believe"
So long had Marta expected this mo.
ment OF exposure that 1t brought no
shock. Her spirit had undergone many
subtle rehearsals for the occasion.
yes, that is true" sho-heara -heSSalfs
saying, little distantly, but very
quietly and naturally. !,
Westerling fell back as from a blowt
In the face. His breath came hard atk
first, like one being strangled. Them
IL sank deep In his chest and his eyesl'
were bloodshot. as bulls in his final
effort against the matador. He raised
a quivering, clenched fist and took a
step nearer her.
But far from fiinching, Marta seemed
TO be greeting the blow, as IL she adj
mitted his right to strike. She was
without any sign OF triumph and With
every sign OF relief. Lying was at AMI
end. She could be truthful.
DO you recall what said in the rel
ception-room at the hotel?" che asked
The question sent fash into a hid
den chamber OF his mind Now the
only thing he could remember OF that
interview was the one remark which
hitherto he had never included In his
recollection OF Il.
You said / could not win" He drew
out the words painfully.
When you said that you brought on
this war TO crafty your ambition,
chose to be one OF the weapons OF
war; fought for civilization, for my
home, with the only means had
against the wickedness Of victory OF
conquest--the precedent OF II In this
age--a victory which should glorify
such trickery as you practised on your
people"
Il should like to shoot you dead"
cried Bellini.
And you let me make love to you!-.
Westerling said in dazed. grornA
monotone to Marta.
Such wreck was he OF his for
self that she found II amazing that 10
could not pity him. Yet she n ~
have pitied him had he plunged NO
the fight; had he tried to rally one Of
the broken regiments; had he been
able TO forget himself.
Rather, you made love to yourself