Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1915-01-29

4 We Will WdSI0 uO MOAO tLu1Os AAO ~
mier supports me. have decided. We
will set the troops in motion"
| With fierce energy he set to work
detaching units of artillery and in.
fantry from every part of the line and
starting them toward Engadir.
This means an improvised organi.
cation; 1t breaks UP the machine" said
the tactical expert to Turcas when
they were alone.
YES" replied Turcas. "He wanted
no advice from us when he was taking
counsel Of desperation. II he succeeds,
success will retrieve all the rest Of his
errors. We may have q stroke Of luck
In our favor"
| In the headquarters of the Browns.
junior officers and clerks reported the
| words of each bulletin with the relief
Of men who breathed freely again. The
chiefs ofsdivisions who were with Lam
stron alternately sat down and paced
| the floor, their restlessness now that
of happiness too deeply thrilling to
| be expressed by hilarity. Each fresh
detail only confirmed the complete
ness Of the repulse as that memorable
night in the affairs of the two nations
slowly wore on. Shortly before three,
when the firing had died after the
| Brown pursuit had stopped, wireless
from dirigible flying over the from
tier came, telling of bodies of Gray
troops and guns on the march. Soon
planes and other dirigibles flying over
other positions were sending in word
of the same tenor. The chiefs drew
around the table and looked into one
another's eyes in the significance of a
common thought.
1T cannot be retreat" said the
vice-chief
Hardly. That is inconceivable Of
Westerling at this time" Lanstron re-
piled. "The bull charges when wound
ed. 1t is clear that he means to make
another attack. These troops on the
march across country are isolated
from any immediate service
1t was Lanstron's way to be sug-
gestive; to let ideas develop in coun-
Gil and orders follow as out of council
THE chance!" exclaimed some one.
"The chance!" others said in the
same breath. "The God-given chance
for quick blow! The chance! We
attack! We attack"
1t was the most natural conception
to military tactician, though any man
Xxyhn II iC irh+ h0u
builded a reputation on it if he knew
how to get the ear Of the press. Their
faces were close to Lanstron as they
leaned toward him eagerly He seemed
not to see them but to be looking at
Partow's chair. In imagination Par
tow was there in life-Partow with
the dome forehead, the pendulous
cheeks, the shrewd, kindly eyes. A
daring risk, this! What would Partow
say? Lanstron always asked himself
this in crisis: What would Partow
say?
well, my boy, why are you hesitat-
ing?" Partow demanded. Il don't know
| that I'd have taken my long holiday
| and left you in charge If I'D thought
| you'd be losing your nerve as you are
this minute. Wasn't it part Of my
plan-my dream-that plan l gave you
to read in the vaults, to strike if a
chance, this very chance, were to
come? Hurry up! Seconds count"
| Yes, a chance to end the killing for
] good and ALL" said Lanstron, coming
abruptly out of his silence. We'll
take it and strike hard"
/ The staff bent over the map, Ian
stron's finger flying from point to
point, while ready expert answers to
his questions were at his elbow and
the wires sang out directions that
made a drenched and shivering sol
diery who had been yielding and hold
ing and never advancing grow warm
with the thought of springing from the
mire of trenches to charge the enemy.
And one, Gustave Teller, In command
Of brigade of field-guns-the mobile
guns that could go forward rumbling
| to the horses trot-saw his dearly be-
/ loved batteries swing into a road in
| the moonlight.
La, la, la! The worm will turn!"
he clucked. "It's a merry. gambling
old world and I'm right fond of it-so
| full Of the unexpected for the Grays!
That lead horse is little lame, but
! he'll last the night through. Lots of
lame things will! Who knows? May
be we'll be cleaning the mud off our
| boots on the white posts of the from
tier tomorrow! A whole brigade mine!
live! You old brick, Lanny! This
time we are going to spank the enemy
on the part of his anatomy where
spanks are conventionally given. La,
la la"