The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1915-04-16
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! Marta, With look at the sunset glow
as If she resented the loss OF a min
Ute OF it.
There has been leak OF informa-
tion to the BroWns," he announced.
There has. And he was intelli-
gence officer, wasn't he?" she asked.
turnlng TO Westcrling. her curiosity
apparently aroused as a matter OF cour-
tesy TO his own interest in the sub.
Ject.
who do you think he accused
Why, YOU" he added, with peculiar
laugh.
She noted the peCuliarity OF the
laugh discriminatory.
OH Her eyes opened wide in
wonder-only wonder at first Then,
as comprehension took the place OF
wonder, they grew sympathetic THAT
explains" she exclaimed. His hate
full glances were those OF delusion. He
was going mad, YOU mean
Yes" said Westerliug, "that-that
would explain it,"
Il have been told that when people
! go mad they always ascribe every in.
jury done to them to the person who
| happens to have excited their dislike, ="
she mused.
/ (Which seems TO have been the case
! here" Westerling assented He did
not know what else to say. His pride
was recovering its natural confidence
! in INF IA ;, i,,ln of
human beings He was seeing his sus-
/ piCions as ridiculous enough to con
vict him of a brain as disordered as
! BOuchardS
! Marta was thinking that she had
been skating on very thin ice and
that she must go on skating till she
/ broke through. There was an eXhila-
ration about it that she could not re-
sist: the eXhilarat:on Of risk and the
! control OF her faculties, prompted by
a purpose hypnotical!y compelling.
Both We're silent she watching the
sky, he in anticipation and suspense.
The rose went violet and the shadows
over the range deepened
The guns and the troops wait.
With darkness the music begins!" he
SAID slowly, with start of stern
fervor
The music-the music, He calls
it music!" ran through Martas mind
mOckingly, but she did not open her
lips.
They wait, ready, every detail ar
ranged" he continued proudly.
The SKY merged into the shadows Of
the landscape that spread and thick
ened into blackness. Out Of the drawn
curtains Of night broke an ugly flash
and farther up the slope spread the
explosive circle Of light of bursting
shell
The signal" he exclaimed.
Right and left the blasts spread
along the Gray lines and right and
left, on the instant, the Browns sent
their blasts In reply. Countless tongues
Of fame seemed 10 burst from count
less craters, and the range to rock in
a torment OF crashes. In the inter
vening space between the ugly, saw
age gusts from the Gray gun mouths,
which sent their shells from the midst
of exploding Brown shells, swept the
beams OF the Brown search lights,
their rays lost like sunlight in the vor-
tex Of an open furnace door
Splendid. splendid." exclaimed
Westering, in sweep Of emotion at
the sight that had been born Cf his
command. Five thousand guns on
our side alone! The world mas never
seen the equal Of this,'
Marta looked away from the range
to his face very distinct in the garsh
illumination. 1t was the face of a
maestro of war seeing all his rehear-
sails and all his labors come true in
symphonic qualification to the eye
and ear; the face of man Of trained
mind, the product OF civilization. with
the elatiOn of a party leader on the
floor of parliament in a crisis
Soon, now!" said Westerling, and
looked at his watch.
Shortly, in the direction Of Engadir
to the rear of the steady flashes
broke forth line after line of flashes
as the long-range batteries, which SO
far had been silent, joined their might.
ier voices to the chorus, making a con.
tinuous leaping burst OF explosions
over the Brown positions, which were
the real object of the attack.
The moment I've lived for" OK.
claimed Westerling. Our infantry is
starting up the apron of Engadir. We
held back the fire Of the heavy guns
concentrated for the purpose OF sup
porting the men with an outburst
Three hundred heavy guns pouring in
their shells on a space OF two aG:es,
We're tearing til Fir redoubts to pieces
They can't see 10 fire. They can't
live under IT. They're in the crater
OF a volcano. When our infantry is
on the edge of the wreckage the guns
cease Our infantry crowd in--crowd
into the house that Partow built
He'll find that numbers count; that
the power Of modern gunfire will open
the way for infantry in masses to take
and hold vital tactical positions And
-no-no, their fire in reply is net Is
strong as ! expected"
Because they are letting you in.
II will be strong enough in due sea