The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1915-03-26
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dimming OF the eagle flashes OF the
eyes no weakening Of the will. Last
night Lanstron had turned as white
as chalk when rartow staggered on
rising from the table. the veins on his
tenn Plies knotted blue whip-cords. Yet
after few hours sleep he, ,reappeared
with firm step, fresh for the fray.
The paraphcrnalia around these two
Was the same as that around Wes'er-
ling Only the atmosphere OF the stan
was different. Each man Was perform
ing the part set for him No man knew
much OF any other mans part. Partow
alone knew all and Lanstron was try
ing 10 grasp all and praying that Par
tOWs old body should still feed his
mind with energy LanstrOn Was thin
ner and paler a new and slittering in
tensity in his eyes.
When word OF Feller's detection
came. Lanstron realized for the first
time BY Partow's manner that the old
chief of staff, with all his depreciation
Of the telephone scheme as chimericA,
had grounded hope on it.
There was the chance that We
might know~-so vital to the defense
what they were going to do before and
not after the attack" lie said.
Yet the story OF how Fellcr yielded
to the temptation Of the automatic had
made the nostrils Of the old war-horsc
culver with a dramatic breath, and in
stead OF the command Of a battery OF
guns. which Lanstron had promised,
the chief made it battalion. lie had
drawn down his brows when he heard
that Marta had asked that the wire
be left intact; he had shot shreWd.
questioning glance at Lanstron and
then beat q tattoo on the table and
half grinned rs he grumbled under his
breath:
She is afraid of being lonesome, No
harm done!'
A week had passed since the Grays
had taken the Galland house, and still
no word from Marta. The ring OF the
bell brought Lanstron to his feet with
startled, boyish bound.
Very springy, that tendon Ct
Achilles." muttercd Partow. And,
my boy, take care, take care. he
called suddenly in his sonorous voice,
~ vast and billowy as his body.
1t was Marta's voice and yet not
Marta's, this voice that beat in nerv-
Gus waves over the wire.
Ianny-Yes, l. Lanny! You were
right. Westerling planned TO make war
deliberately to satisfy his ambition.
He told me so. The first general at
tack on the first line OF defense is to-
night. Weeterling says SOL She had
TO pause for breath. And. Lanny. !
want to know some position of the
Browns which is weak-not actually
weak. maybe, but some position where
the Grays expect terrible resistance
and will not find it where you will let
them in"
In the name of-Marta. Marta,
what"
Il am going TO fight for the Browns
for my home,"
In the sheer satisfaction OF explain
ing herself to herself, OF voicing her
sentiments, she sent the pictures which
had wrought the change moving across
the screen before Lanstron's amazed
vision. There was no room for inter
ruption on his part, no question or
neea Of one. The wire seemed Ia
quiver With the militant tension Of her
spirit. II was Marta afame who was
talking at the other end; not aflame
for him, but with purpose that re
vealed all the latent strength of her
personality and daring
Il shall have to ask PartoW. It's q
pretty big thing"
Yes only that IS not all my plan
my little plan After they have taken
! the first lire OF defense and they
will get it, won't they?'
"Yes, we shall yield in the end, yield
rather than suffer too great losses
there that will weaken the defense or
the main line
Then | want to know where it is
that you want Westerling to attack or
the main line, SO that We can get hin
to attack there. That-tha will help
won't it,"
| Yes"
"Of course. all the while | shall bc
getting news from him-when have
proved my loyalty and have his com
plete confidence and I'll telephone /
TO you. ! am sure can get somethin.
worth while with you to direct me
don't you think So Lanny? III holt
the wire. Lanny Ask Partow.' sh'
concluded. OF the two she was th'
steadier
"Well?" said Partow looking up a
the sound OF Lanstron's step. Then h
half raised himself from his chair a
sight of Lanstron with eyes in
daze Of brilliancy; IanStron wit
his manned hand twitching in an out
stretched gesture: q LanstrOn in tn
dilemma OF being at the same tim
lover and chief Of intelligence. Shoul
he let her make the sacrifice of every
thing that he held to be sacred to
woman's delcacy? Should he not re
turn to the telephone and tell her tha
he would not permit her TO play sue
part? Partow's voice cut in on hi
decentralization with the sharpness OF