The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-01-08
CHAPTER xlI-Contlnued.

But she hurried on, impelled by she
knew not what. through the dining
room, and, coming to the veranda,
stopped short, with dilating eyes and
a cry of grievous shock. Two OF his
men were carrying Dellarme back
from the breastwork, where they had
caught him In their arms as he fell.
They laid him gently on the sward
with knapsack under his head. His
face grew winter with the flow OF
blood from the red hole in the right
breast of his blouse. Then he opened
his lips and whispered to the doctor !:
'How is it?" Something in his eyes.
IN the tone OF that faint question, re-
quired the grace OF a soldiers truth
m answer.
Bad" said the doctor.
"Then, good-by!" And his head fell
70 one side, his lips set in his CHEEKY
smile
HIS company was a company with
bis smile out of it's heart and in its
had stopped firing. Some had even
run back to look at him and stood,
caps off. backs to the enemy, miser-
able in their grief. Others leaned
against the parapet, rifles out of hand,
staring and dazed.
They have killed our captain!"
They've killed our captain!"-still
q captain to them. A generals stars
could not have raised him a cubit in
their estimation.
"And once we called him Baby Del
aarme, he was so young and bashful
Him a baby? He was king!"
Men, get to your places!" cried the
surviving lieutenant rather h5pelessly
with no Dellarme to show him what
o Co. and Marta saw that few paid
any attention to him.
Ia that minute of decentralization the
Rgays had their chance, but only for a
minute. A voice that seemed to speak
some uncomfortable thought OF her
own broke in, and it rang with the au-
thority and leadership of a mature OF.
hcer's command, even though coming
from gardener in blue blouse and
6uOWHleSS straw nat.
"Your rifles, your rifles, quick!"
called Feller. Were only beginning
10 fight"
And then another voice in a bull
-oar. Stransky's:
"Avenge ms death! They've got to
Hill the last man Of us for killing him!
Revenge! Revenge!"
That cry brought back to the com.
pany all the fighting spirit of the
sheery smile and with ii another spirit
for Dellarme's sake!-which he had
never taught them.
Stransky picked up one OF several
cylindrical objects that were lying at
his feet
"He wouldn't use this-he was too
soft-hearted-but will" he cried, and
aung a hand-grenade, and then a sec
ond. over the breastwork. The explo-
sions were followed by agonized
groans from the Grays hugging the
bower side o; the terrace. For this
they had crawled across the road in
the night-to find themselves unable
20 move either way and directly under
the flashes OF the Browns rifles.
Feller's and Stransky's shouts rose
together in a peculiar unity of direc.
tion and full OF the fellowship they
had found in their first exchange Of
glances.
you engineers. make ready"
"Hand-grenades to the men under
the treel That's where they're going
90 try for it--no wall TO climb over
there!"
"You engineers, take your rifles
and bayonet into anything that wears
graylr
Get back. you men by the tree. to
avoid their hand-grenadesl Form up
behind them. everybody"
"So matter IL they do get In at first!
Back, you men. from under the treel"
There was not single rife-shot. In
. silence like that before the word 10
he IN a duel, all orders we're heard