The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1915-04-16

knew. No, the Browns would not
Yield until they were declmated.
I'VE have the numbers to spare
Numbers shall press home-home to
terms in their capital" WesterlIng's 3
voice grew husky as he proceeded,
harsh as orders to soldiers who hest
tated in face OF fire. After that--after
that"--the tone changed from harsh.
ness 10 desire, which was still the de
peace, triumph that ! want you to
share" lie was drawing hel toward
him with an impulse OF the force Of
this desire, when she broke free with
an abrupt. struggling pull.
Not that, Not that! Your work
10 not yet done" she cried
He made move az II 10 persist.
then he fell back With gesture Of
understanding.
Right, Hold me TO it," he ex,
claimed resolutely Hold me 10 the
bargain, SO woman worth while
should hold a man worth while"
"Yes," she managed to say, and
turned To go in a sudden impetus Of
energy Half running, half stumbling.
the light OF the lantern bobbing and
trembling weirdly, she hastsned
through the tunnel Usually the time
for taking the receiver down til
Lanny replied was only n half Inin
ute. Now she waited what seemed
many minutes without response. Had
the connections been brOkenf To
make sure that her imratience ives
not tricking her she began TO count
off the seconds. Then she heard Lan.
strons voice, broken and hoarse:
Marta. Marta, he is dead! Partow
Is dead"
Recovering himself Lanstron told
the story of PartoW's going, which WAS
In keeping with his life and his
prayers. As the doctor put it, the
light of his mind, turned on full volt
age to the last went out without O
flicker Through the day he had at
tended TO the dispositions for receiv-
ing the Grays' attack, enlivening rnu'
tine as usual with flashes OF humOI
and reflection ranging beyond the dc
tails in hand. An hour or so before
dark he had reached across the table
and laid his big, soft palm on the back
of LanstrOn's hand. He was thinking
aloud a habit of his in Lanstrons com
pany, when an idea requiring COSTA
tion came to him.
My boy, it is not fatal II we lose
the apron of Engadir. The deiena0s
behind 1t are very strong"
mo. not fatal" Lanstron agreed.
But it's very important"
And Westerling will think II fatAl.
Yes. | understand his character. Yes
yes, and if our Counter-attaCk should
fail then Miss Galland's position
would be secure. Hmm m-thOSe
whom the gods would Destroy
hm-m-m. Wcsterling will be con
vinced that repeated. overwhelming
attacks will gain our main line. In
stead OF using engineering approaches
he will throw his battalions, masses
upon masses, against our works until
liio cIIS III 10 spent. ~ Nbuih NC
batting the bull. A risk-a risk-but
my boy, am going to"
Partow's head, which was bent In
thought, dropped with jerk. A con
vulsion shook him and he fell forward
onto the map, his brave old heart In
its last futter and Lanstron was alone
in the silent room with the dead and
his possibility.
The order that | knew he was about
to speak, Marta, gave for him. Ian
stron concluded. 1T seemed 10 rde
an inspiration--h his last inspiration =
to make the counter attack fcint"
And you're acting chief Of sisE,
Lanny? You against Wcsterling?"
Yes