The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-04-23

Il know my duty. And you are learn
ing, my boy, learningl"
Every day the fiabby cheeks grew
pastier and the pouches under the eye
brows heavier. But there was no
dimming Of the eagle flashes Of the
eyes, no weakening Of the will Last
night Lanstron had turned as white
as chalk when Partow staggered on
rising from the table, the veins on his
temples knotted blue whip-cords. Yet
after few hours sleep he reappearsd
with firm step, fresh for the fray.
The paraphernalia around these two
was the same a. that around Wester'
ling. Only the atmosphere Of the stan
was different. Each man vas perform
ing the part set for him. No man knew
much Of any other mans part. Partow
alone knew all. and Lanstron was try
ing to grasp all and praying that Par
tow's old body should still feed bis
mind with energy. LAnstron was thin
ner and paler, q new and glittering In
tensity In his eyes.
When word Of FelleTs detection
came, Lanstron realized for the first
time by Partow's manner that the old
chief Of staff, with all his depreciation
of the telephone scheme as chimerical
had grounded hope on 1t.
There was the chance that we
might know-so vital to the defense
what they were going to do before and
not after the attack" he said.
Yet the story of how Teller yielded
to the temptation of the automatic had
made the nostrils of the old war-horse
culver with a dramatic breath, and in
stead Of the command Of battery OF
guns, which Lanstron had promised
the chief made It battalion. He had
drawn down his brows when he heard
that Marta had asked that the wire
be left intact; no had shot a shrewd
questioning glance at Lanstron and
then beat a tattoo on the table and
half grinned as he grumbled under his
breath:
She Is afraid of being lonesome! Nc
harm done!"
A week had passed since the Grays
had taken the Galland house, and still
no word from Marta. The ring OF the
bell brought Lanstron to his feet with
startled. boyish bound
Very springy, that tendon Of
Achilles!" muttered Partow. "And
my boy. take care. take care!" he
called suddenly in his sonorous voice
as vast and billowy as his body.
1t was Marta's voice and yet moi
Marta's, this voice that beat in nerv
GUS waves over the wire.
"Lanny-Yes, l, Lanny! You were
right. Westerling planned to make wal
deliberately to satisfy his ambition
He told me SO. The first general at
tack on the first line Of defense is to
night. Westerling says sol" She had
to pause for breath. "And, Lanny,
want to know some position Of the
Browns which is weak-not actually
weak, maybe, but some position where
the Grays expect terrible resistance
and will not find it-where you win lei
them inl"
I'm the name of--Marta! Marta
what"
81 am going to fight for the Browns
for my homel"
In the sheer satisfaction Of explain
ing herself to herself, OF voicing hel
sentiments. she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lanstron's amazed
vision. There was no room for inter
ruption on his part, no question Of
need of one. The wire seemed Il
culver with the militant tension Of hel
spirit. II was Marta afiame who wal
talking at the other end; not aflamt
for him, but with purpose that re
vealed all the latent strength Of he
personality and daring.
81 shall have to ask Partow. It's I
pretty big thing"
"Yes-only that is not all my plan
my little plan. After they have taker
the first line OF defense-and the!
will get 1t. won't theyf"
Yes, we shall yield In the end, yielt
rather than suffer too great losses
there that will weaken the defense OF
the main line"
Then l want to know where 1t Il
that you want Westerling to attack OF
the main line, 30 that we can get hin
to attack there. That-that will help
won't it,"
YES"
"of course. all the while I shall b,
getting news from him-when l hav'
proved my loyalty and have his com
plete confldence-and I'll telephone 1
to you. am sure l can get something
worth while with you to direct me
don't you think SO, Lannyf I'll hol,
the wire, Lanny. Ask Partowl" sh,
concluded. OF the two she was tn
steadier.
'Welli" said Partow, looking up a
the sound Of Lanstron's step. Then b,
half raised himself from bis chair a
sight OF Lanstron with eyes in /
daze Of brilliancy; 9 Lanstron witt
| HIS manned hand twitching In an ont