The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1915-02-12

of movement, the conflict with some
thing in his own mind. drove him out
s of doors. m
Westerling was rather pleased with
the fact that he could still smile;
pleased with the LOYALTY of Younger
officers when, day by day, the staff
had grown colder and more me-
chanical in the attitude that COM
pleted his isolation. Walking vigor-
,ously along the path toward the tower,
the exercise Of his muscles, the feel
of the cool, moist air on his face,
brought back some of the buoyancy Of
spirit that he craved. A woman's fig
ure, with cape thrown over the shoul-
ders and the head bare. loomed out of
the mist.
Il couldn't stay in-not tonight" !"
Marta said as Westerling drew near.
Il had to see. It's only a quarter of
an hour now, isn't it?"
She seemed so utterly frail and
distraught that Westerling, in an i'm
pulse Of protection, laid his hand on
her relaxed shoulders.
"Our cause is at stake tonight" he
declared, yours and mine! We must
win, you and I! It is our destiny!"
"You and II" repeated Marta. why
you and II"
1t seemed very strange to be think
ing Of any two persons when hundreds
OF thousands were awaiting the signal
for the death prepared by him. He
mistook the character of her thought
in the obsession of his egoism.
What do lives mean?" he cried with
a sudden desperation, his grip of her
shoulders tightening. "It Is the law
OF nature for man to fight. Unless he
fights he goes to seed. One trouble
with our army Is that 1t was soft from
the want of war. It is the law of ma
ture for the fittest to survive! Other
sons will be born to take the place Of
those who die tonight. There will be
all the more room for those who live.
Victory will create new opportunities.
What Is million out Of the billions
on the face Of the earth? Those who
lead alone count-those who dwell IN
the atmosphere Of the peaks, as we
dol" The pressure of his strong hands
in the unconscious emphasis of his
passion became painful; but she did
not protest or try to draw away, think
ing OF his hold in no personal sense
but as a part Of his self-revelation. "All
all is at stake there!" he continued,
staring toward the range. tits the
Rubicon! have put my career on to.
nights cast! Victory means that the
world will be at our feet-honor. po-
sition, power greater than that of any
other two human beings! Do you
realize what that means-the honor
and the power that will be ours? l
shall have directed the greatest army
the world has ever known to vistory!"
"And defeat means-what does de.
feat meanT she asked narrowly, calm
lily; and the pointed question released
her shoulders from the wise.
What had been shadow in his
thoughts became a live monster, strik-
ing him with the force of blow. He
forgot Marta. Yes, what would de-
feat mean to him? Sheer human ma.
ture broke through the bonds of men
tai discipline weakened by sleepless
nights. Convulsively his head dropped
as he covered his face.
Defeat! Fail! That should fall"
he moaned.
Then it was that she saw him in the
reality Of his littleness, which she had
OWNED; this would-be eonqueror. She
saw him as his intimates often see the
great man without his front Of Joye,
Don't we know that Napoleon had mo-
ments of privacy when he whined and
threatened suicide? She wondered if
Lanny, too, were like that-if it were
not the nature Of all conquerors who
could not have their way. 1t seemed
to her that Westerling was beneath
the humblest private in his army-be-
meath even that fellow with the liver
patch on his cheek who had broken
the chandelier In the sport of brutal
passion. All sense of her own part w4a
submerged in the sight of a chief Of
staff exhibiting no more stoicism than
a petulant, spoiled schoolboy.
While his head was still bent the ar
tillery began its crashing thunders and
the sky became light with flashes. His
hands stretched out toward the rangG
cIenched and pulsing with defiance and
command
"Go in! Go in, as / told you'll" he
cried. Stay in, alive or dead! Stay
till tell you to come out! Stay!
can't do any more! You must do /,
nowW
"Then this may be truly the end,
thought Marta, "if the assault fails"
And silently she prayed that it would
fail; while the flashes lighted Wester
lIngs set features, imploring success
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In the Browns headquarters, as Ii
the Grays', telegraph instruments were
silent after the preparations were over
Here, also, officers walked restlessly
glancing at their watches They, too
were glad that the mist continued Il
meant no wind. When the telegraph
| did speak 1t was with another message
from some aerostatic officer saying,
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