Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1915-01-27
CHAPTER Vili-continued.


nne back Of the ridge OF fresh earth
tnat they had dug in the night, ready
TO rush to their places when he blew
fhe whistle that hung from his neck.
but he did not allow them a glimpse
over the crest.
know that you are curious, but
powerful glasses are watching for you
TO show yourselves; and If n battery
turned loose on US you'd understand"
he explained
Thus the hours wore on. and the
church clock struck nine and ten.
Never a movement down there!"
called the sergeant from the crest to
DelIarme. Maybe this is just their
final bluff before they come to terms
about Bodlapoo"-that stretch of Az
rican jungle that seemed very far
away to them all.
Let us hope so," said Dellarme
seriously
choosing to go to town by the
castle road rather than down the ter
race to the main pass road Marta,
starting for the regular Sunday ser
vice OF her school, as she emerged
rom the grounds, saw Teller, garden
shears In hand, a figure of stone
watching the approach Of some field
batteries. The question of allowing
him to undertake his part as a spy
had drifted into the background OF her
mind under the distressing and ever
present pressure of the crisis. He was
TO remain until there was war. She
was almost past him before he real
lied her presence, which he acknowl-
edged by startled movement and a
step forward as he took off his hat
She paused. His eyes were glowing
like Goals under blower as he looked
at her and again at the batteries.
seeming to include her with the guns
in the spell of his fervid abstraction
frontier closed last night to pre-
vent intelligence about our prepare
tons leaking out-Lanny's plan all
alive-the guns coming" he said. his
shoulders stiffening, his chin drawing
in, his features resolute and beaming
With the ardor of youth in action
troops moving here and there to their
Diaces-engineers preparing the de-
fenses-automatics at critical points
with the infantry-field-w laid
neld-telephones set up-the wireless
spittng-the caissons fulI-planes and
dirigibles ready-search-lights I'm DO
sPtion--"
There the torrent of his broken SEN
fences was checked. A shadow passed
In front Of him. He came out OF his
trance Of imageries OF activities so
wildly clear TO his military mind. to
realize that Marta was abruptly Ieav-
ing
Miss Galland!" he called urgently
Firing may commence at any min
ute You must not 20 into town."
But ] must!" she declared. speak
ing over her shoulder while she
passed II was clear that no warnipg
WOULD prevail against her deterr., ed
mood
Then I shall 90 with youl" ne said
starting toward her with a light step
1T is not necessary, thank wont"
she answered, more coldIy than she
had ever spoken to him. This had
magically quick effect on his atti
tude
y beg your PARDON ! forgot,p he
explained in his old mans voice his
head sinking, his shoulders drooping
In the humility Of a servant who rec.
ognizes that he has been properly re-
Ouked for presumption. "Not "a gun-
ner any more-Im a spy" be thought
rs he shufied OF without LOOKING
toward the batteries agaiu. though tho
music Of wheels and hoofs was now
close by.
Marta had a glimpse OF him as she
turned away "fIe is what he is he
cause Of the army; victim of cult
a habit" she was thinking. Had he
been IN any other calling his fine oual
tiles might have been Of service 10 the
world and he would have been happy "
a company OF infantry resting
among their stacked rifles changed
the color Of the square in the distance
nom tue gray pavement TO the brown