The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1915-01-22

Clal Iamllys we nave IOsL bOuCnarO-
transferred to another post!" said
.Westerling.
Marta noted that, though he gave
the news a casual turn. his scrutiny
sharpened.
'Is that soH I can't say that my
mother and I shall be sorry" she re-
marked. "He was always glaring at
us as If he wished us out Of, sight
Indeed, II he had his way, think he
would have made us prisoners Of war.
Wasn't he a woman-hater? she con-
cluded, half in irritation, half in
amusement.
HE had that reputation" said Wes-
terling. What do you think led to
his departure?" he continued. 4
II confess I cannot guess!" said
Marta, with look at the sunset glow
as If she resented the loss of min.
ute of 1t.
"There has been q leak Of informa.
tion to the Browns!" he announced.
There hast And he was intelll-
gence officer, wasn't he?" she asked,
turning to Westerling. her curiosity
apparently aroused as matter of cour.
tesy to his own interest In the sub.
ject.
who do you think he accused? I?
Why, you." he added. with a peculiar
laugh.
She noted the popularity 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 Westerling, ''that-that
would explain I'll"
'T 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 tho case
here" westerling assented. He did
not know what else to say. His pride
was recovering its natural confidence
in the infallibility Of his judgment Of
human beings. He was seeing his sus-
picions as ridiculous enough to con-
vict him Of a brain as disordered as
Bouchard's.
i 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 1t that she could not re.
! sist: the exhilaration of risk and the
control of her faculties, prompted by
a purpose hypnotically compelling
Both were 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 a start Of stern
fervor.
"The music-the music! He calls
1t music!" ran through Marta's mint
mockingly, but she did not open hel
lips.
i, "They wait. ready, every detail ar
;, ranged" he continued proudly.
i The sky merged into the shadows o
the landscape that spread and thick
ened into blackness. Out of the draw
curtains Of night broke an ugly dasl
and farther up the slope spread tn
explosive circle Of light of BURSTING
shell.
"The signal" he exclaimed.
Right and left the blasts sprea
along the Gray lines and right an
left, on the instant, the Browns sen
their blasts in reply. Countless tongue
Of flame seemed to burst from coun
less craters, and the range to rock i
a torment Of crashes In the intel
vening space between the ugly, sa'
: age gusts from the Gray gun mouths
:, which sent their shells from the mids
of exploding Brown shells, swept tn
beams of the Brown search-light
;, their rays lost like sunlight in the vo
tex Of an open furnace door.
! Splendid! splendid" exclaime
Westerling, in sweep of emotion {
the sight that had been born Of h
command. Five thousand guns G
! our side alone! The world has nevt
: seen the equal Of this!"
4 Marta looked away from the rams
2 to his face. very distinct in the garis
= illumination. It was the face Of
: maestro Of war seeing all his rehea
). ). sails and all his labors come true
). symphonic qualification to the e,
% and ear; the face of a man Of train'
: mind, the product Of civilization, wi
I the elation OF party leader on Il
: floor of parliament in crisis.
. "Soon, now!" said Westerling, al
looked at his watch.
:. Shortly, In the direction of Engad
:. to the rear of the steady flash
= e broke forth line after line Of flash
!" as the long-range batteries. which
- far had been silent, joined their migl
Ter voices to the chorus, making a, &C
n, tinuous leaping burst of explosio
IT, over the Brown positions. which we
sr the real object of the attack.
n "The moment I've lived for!" I
n claimed Westerling. Our infantry
10 starting up the apron Of Engadir!
ie held back the fire of the heayy gu