The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-02-06

houses are safe from burglary and
pedestrians from pickpockets without
policemen? Is that it?" she asked.
Yes, yes! You have it! You have
found the wheat in the chaff."
Perhaps be, ause l have been see
ing something of human nature-the
human nature of both the Browns and
the Grays at war. ! have seen the
Browns throwing hand-grenades and
the Grays in wanton disorder in our
dining-room directly they we're out Of
touch with their officers!" she said
sadly, as one who hates to accept. dis
illusionment but must in the face of
logic
Westerling made no reply except to
nod, for a movement on her part pre-
occupied him. She leaned forward,
as she had when she had told him he
would become chief of staff, her hands
clasped over her knee, her eyes burn
ing with a question. 1t was the atti-
tude of the prophecy. But with the
prophecy she had been a little mys-
teal; the fire in her eyes had precipi-
tated an idea. Now 1t forged another
question.
And you think that you will VIM"
she asked. you think that you will
VIM" she repeated with the slow en-
phasis which demands a careful an
swer.
The deliberateness of his reply was
in keeping with her mood. He was de-
| tached; he was a referee.
Yes, know that we shall. Mum.
bers make it SO, though there be no
choice of skill between the two sides
His tone had the confidence of the
| flow Of a mighty river in its destina.
ton on its way to the sea. There was
nothing in 1t of prayer, of hope, Of des.
peration, as there had been in Ian
stron's I'VE shall win!" spoken to her
In the arbor at their last interview
She drew forward slightly in her chair
Her eyes seemed much larger and
nearer to him. They were sweeping
him up and down as If she were seeing
the slim figure of Lanstron in con.
trast to Westerling's sturdiness; as II
/, she were measuring the might of the
five millions behind him and the three
millions behind Lanstron. She let &c
a half-whispered "Yes!" which seemed
to reflect the conclusion gained from
the power Of his presence.
Then my mothers and my own In
| fQrQgfG with he d. II
peace are with you'll" she declared.
She did not appear to see the sud
den, uncontrolled CLEAN of victory In
his eyes. By this time 1t had become
a habit for Westerling to wait silently
Tor her to come out of her abstrac
tons. To disturb one might make II
unproductive.
Then If ] want to help the cause OF
peace | should help the Grays!"
The exclamation was more to her
self than to him. He was silent This
girl in a veranda chair desiring to ait
him and his five million bayonets anS
four thousand guns! Quixote and tn,
wlndmills-but 1t was amazing: It wa,
fine! The golden glow of the sunse,
was running in his veins In a paear
of personal triumph. The profile
turned ever so little. Now 1t was
looking at the point where Dellarms
had lain dying. Westerling noted the
smile playing on the lips. 1t had the
quality of a smile over a task com
pleted-Dellarme's smile. She start
ed; she was trembling all over in the
resistance of some impulse-some i'm
pulse that gradually gained headway
and at last broke its bonds.
| For l can help-l can help!" she
cried out. turning to him in wild in
decision which seemed to plead fol
guidance. TITS so terrible-yet II 1,
would hasten peace-I-I know mdel
Of the Browns plan of defense!
know where they are strong in thu