The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1915-02-06

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called you little daughterl" she said
softly TO the child as she withdrew into
the tower.
Marta remained in the chair by the
doorway OF the tower. weak and list
less. Now her lashes were closed:
again they opened slightly as her gaze
roved the semicircle of the horizon. A
mounted officer and his orderly gallop-
ing across the fields 10 the pass road
caught her desultory attention and
held Il. for they formed the most i'm
petuous object on the landscape. When
the officer alighted at the foot OF the
garden and tossed his reins to the or
derby, she detected something familiar
about him. He leaped the garden wall
at a bound and. half running. came to-
ward the tower. Not until he lifted his
cap and waved IL did she associate this
1.-the, dapper artillerist with stopped
old gardener in blue blouse and torn
straw hat who had once shuffied among
the flowers at her service.
Hello! Hello" he shouted in
clarion greeting at sight OF her. Hello,
my successorl"
Only In the Wilderness OF his hair
was he like the old Feller. ffis tone.
the boyish sparkle OF his black eyes,
those full, expressive lips playing
over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace,
his quick and telling gestures-they
were of the Teller of cadet days.
wounded Wonderful!
Was there ever such a woman?" he
cried Destiny har played with us.
1t sent spy to your garden. II put
you in my place. A strange service,
ours-yes. destiny is in IT,"
Yes she breathed painfully, his
suggestion striking deep.
I'VE are going on, | and my guns,
on TO the best yet Ion 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 helpsl"
she murmured almost inaudibly.
"Good-by! God bless you'll" he cried
as he started to CO. adding over his
shoulder merrily: "I'll send you pic
ture post card 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 a 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, Nov SO 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-officers near by formed a
group with faces intent around an OPP
orator who was attaching his instru-
ment TO a field-wire that had just been
reeled over the hedge. Marta moved
toward them, but paused on hearing an
outburst OF jubilant ordinations:
"A hundred thousand prisoners!"
And FIVE hundred gunsl"
Were coming in on their frontier
all along the line!"
Its incredible!"
but the word is official--its right"
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 IL had the high
notes OF men who were weary, OF ter
rible exultation. OF spirit stronger than
tired legs and as yet unsatisfied. Other
ordinations from both officers and
men expressed munger whetted by
the taste OF one days victory.
We'll 20 on!"
! Wen make peace in their capItall"
"And with an indemnity that will
stagger the worldl"
Nothing is impossible with Ian
stroR How he has worked II out
baited them 10 their own destruction
"A frontier OF our own choosingl"
ION the next range. We will keep
all that stretch OF plain therel"
And the river, tool"
They shall pay-pay for attacking
usl"
Pay. pay for the drudgeTy. 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 citation to observe a
young woman, standing quite still, her
lips a thin line and a deep blaze In