The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-01-22

pastier and the pouches under the eye
brows heavier. But there was no
dimming OF the eagle flashes OF the
eyes, no weakening OF the viii. Last
night Lanstron had turned as white
as chalk when Partow staggered on
rising from the table, the veins on his
temples knotted blue whip-cords. Yet
after few hours sleep he reappeared
with firm step. fresh for the fray.
The paraphernalia around these two
was the same as that around Wester-
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.spartow
alone knew all. and Lanstron was try
ing 10 grasp all and praying that Par
tow's old body should still feed his
mind with energy. Lanstron was thin
ner and paler, new and glittering 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 stan. with all his depreciation
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had grounded hope on IL.
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" he said.
Yet the story OF how Feller yielded
| 10 the temptation OF the automatic had
made the nostrils OF the old war.horse
| culver with dramatic breath. and In
stead OF the command OF battery OF
| guns, which Lanstron had promised.
the chief made IL a battalion. He had
drawn down his brows when he heard
that Marta had asked that the wire
be left intact he had shot ehrewd.
| questioning glance at Lanstron and
then beat tattoo on the table and
half grinned as ho grumbled under his
breath:
"She is afraid OF being lonesome! No
harm donel"
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 OF
Achilles!" muttered Partow. And,
my boy. take care. take carel" he
called suddenly In his sonorous voice.
as vast and billowy as his body.
II was Marta's voice and yet not
Marta's. this voice that beat In nerv'
Gus waves over the wire.
"Lanny-Yes, |. Lannyl You were
right. Westerling planned to make war
deliberately 10 satisfy his ambition
He told me so. The first general at
tack on the first line OF defense IL 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 LEI
them I'M"
I'm 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 heI
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 oil
need OF one. The wire seemed tc
culver with the militant tension OF her
spirit. IL was Marta aHame who was
talking at the other end. not aflame
for him. but with purpose that re
vealed all the latent strength OF heI
personality and daring
Il shall have to ask Partow. It's q
pretty big thing"
"Yes-only that IL not all my plan
my little plan. After they have taker
the first line OF defense-and they
will get II. won't theyT
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 IL II
that you want Westerllng TO attack or
the main line, 30 that we can get him
to attack there. That-that will help
won't TT"
Yes"
"Of course, all the while ! shall be
getting news from him--when | have
proved my loyalty and have his com
plete conhdence-and I'll telephone II
to you. am sure can get something
worth while with you TO direct me
don't you think 80. Lanny7 III hold
the wire. Lanny. Ask Partow" she
concluded. or the two she was the
| steadier.
"Well? said partow. looking up al
the sound OF Lanstrons step. Then he
half raised himself from bis chair al
sight OF a Lanstron with eyes In a
daze OF brilliancy; Lanstron with
his manned hand twitching In an out
stretched gesture: Lanstron In the
dilemma OF being at the same time
lover and chief OF intelligence. Should
he let her make the sacri6ce OF every
thing that he held to be sacred TO q
womans delicacy7 Should he not re-
turn TO the telephone and tell her ths'