Geyser Judith Basin Times (Geyser, Mont.) 1911-1920, February 12, 1915, Image 7

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a to .............. ;- 4 Ire Last 1 I Shot 1 r smornmEmssismin , # • g # F o o • • 0 # 1 ........ $ 0 VRIEDER!C S K PALMER $ ei g h 0 • t ...11. 1 11W10110106011010101611.1. (OosrrlabS.191C. b, OSSfieS Serlbser's Sons) 11 CHAPTER XX—Continued. In the inner room, whose opening door gave glimpses of Lanstron and the division chiefs, a magic of secret council which the juniors could not quite understand had wrought the won- der. Lanstron had not forgotten the dead. He could see them; he could see everything that happedid. Had not Partow said to him: \Don't just read reports. Visualize men and events. Be the artillery, be the in- fantle • )e the wounded—live and think in their places. In this way only can you really know your work!\ His elation when he saw his plans going right was that of the instrument o f Partow'e training and Marta's serv- ice. He pressed the hands of the men around him; his voice caught in his g ratitude and his breaths were very shtxt at time, like those of a spent, happy runner at the goal. Feeding on victory and growing greedy of more, his division chiefs were discussing how L o press the war till the Grays sued for peace; and he was silent in the midst of their talk, which was interrupted by the ringing_of the tunnel telephone. Men he came out of his bedroom. Lanstron'e distress was so evident that those who were seated arose and the others drew near in inquiry and sym- pathy. It seemed to them that the chief of staff, the bead of the machine, who had left the room had returned an Individual. \The connection was broken while we were speaking!\ he said blankly. \That means it must have been cut by the enemy—that the enemy knows Of its existence!\ \Perhaps not. Perhaps an accident chance shot,\ said the vice -chief. \No I'm sure not,\ Lanstron replied. \I am sure that it was cut deliberately Ind not by her.\ \The 63d Regiment is going forward In that direction—the same regiment that defended the house—and it can't gra any faster that It is going,\ the Vice-chief continued, rather incoherent- ly. He and the others no less felt the trews as a personal blow. Though ab- sent In person, Marta had become in spirit an intimate of their hopes and counells. \She is helpless—In their power!\ Lanstron said. \There Is no telling What they might do to her in the rage Of their discovery. I must go to her! ens going to the front!\ • • ***** young officer of the Graye who was with the signal-corps section, try - tag to keep a brigade headquarters in touch with the staff during the retreat, 140 or three miles from the Galland Mouse, bad seen what looked like an In- sulated telephone wire at the bottom DI a crater in the earth made by the explosion of a heavy shell. The in- structions to all subordinates from the chief of intelligence to look for the lource of the leak in information to Use Browns made him quick to see a slew in anything unusual. He jumped down into the crater and not only lound his pains rewarded, but that the wire was Intact and ran under- ground in either direction. Who had led it? Not the Grays. Why was it %ere? He called for one of his men lo bring a buzza-e, and it was the work at tittle more than a minute to cut the wire and make an attachment. Then Me beard a woman's voice talking to 'Lanny.\ Who was Lanny? He wait - ad till he had heard enough to know /hat it was none other than Lanstron, the chief of staff of the Browns, and the woman must be a spy. An orderly dispatched to the chief of intelligence' with the news returned with the or- ler : \Drop everything and report to me le person at -once.\ \Por this I have made my sacrifice!\ Marta thought. \The killing goes on ey Lanny's orders, not by Westerling's, Ws time.\ Leaving her mother to enjoy the orast,e„ a slow-movintwflgure, trance- like, she went along the first terrace path to a' point near the veranda where the whole sweep of landscape With iti panorama of retreat mag- netized her senses. Like the gray of lava, the Gray soldiery was erupting hem the range; in columns, still under the control of officers, keeping to the Mies; in swarms and batches, under the control of nothing but their own Orations. Mostly they were hugging Dover, from inetinet if not from direc- ltme but some relied on straight lines pt dlght and speed of foot for escape. Coursing aeroplanes were playing a WNW Dart Their wireless was inform- ing the Brown gunners where the Assam were thickest. This way and that the Brown artillery fire drove re- treating bodies, prodding them in the back with the fearful ehepherdry of their shells. Officers' nwords flashed in the faces of the bolters or in hold- s rear-guarde to Muir work. Officers —.aerie were galloping hither . iud,thLtbOz'. with messages, at want ot wires. domindliders had been told to hold, but how and where to hold? They saw neighboring regiments and bri- gades going and they had to f lo. The machine, the complicated modern war machine, was broken; the machine, with its nerves of intelligence cut, be- came a thing of disconnected parts, each part working out its own salva- tion. Authority ceased to be that of the bureau and army lists. It was that of units racked by hardship, acting on the hour's demand. IP Gorged was the pass road, over- flowing with the struggling tumult of men and vehicles. Self-preservation breaking the bonds of discipline was in the ascendant, and it sought the highway, even as water keeps to the river bed. Like specks on the labor- ing tide was the white of bandages. An ambulance trying to cut out to one side was overturned. The frantic chauffeur and hospital -corps orderly were working to extricate the wound- ed from their painful position. A gun was overturned against the ambulance. A melee of horses and men was form- ing at the foot of the garden gate In front of the narrowing bounds of the road into the town, as a stream banks up before a jam of driftwood. The struggle for right of way became in. An Insulated Telephone Wire at the Bottom of a Crater. creasingly wild; the data of men, horses, and wagons grew. A Brown dirigible was descending toward the great target; but on closer view its commander forbore, the humane im- pulse outweighing the desire for retri- bution for colleagues in camp end mess who had gone down in a hole- catiet in the aerial battles of the night. Under the awful spell of the pano- rama, she did not see Westerling, who had stopped only a few feet distant with his aide and his valet, nor did he notice her as the tumult glazed his eyes. lie was as an artist who looks on the ribbons of the canvas of his painting, or the sculptor on the frag- ments of his statue. Worse still, with no faith to give him fortitude except the materialistic, he saw the altar of his god of military efficiency in ruins. He who had not allowed the word re- treat to enter his lexicon now saw a rout. He had laughed at reserve armies in last night's feverish defiance, at Turcas's advocacy of a slower and surer method of attack. In those hours of smiting at a wall with his fists and forehead, in denial of all the truth so clear to average military logic, if he had only even a few conventional di- rections all this disorder would have been avoided. Be army could have fallen back in orderly fashion to their own range. The machine out of order, he had attempted no repair; he had al- lowed it to thrash itself to pieces. The artillery's maceration of the human Jam suddenly ceased; perhaps because the gunners had seen the Red Cross flag which a doctor had the presence of mind to wave. Westerling turned from a eight worse to him than the killiug—that of the flowing retreat along the road pressing frantically over the dead and wounded in growing disorder for the cover of the town. Near by were Benin!, the chief of in- telligence, and a subaltern who had arrived only a minute before. The sub- altern was dust -covered. He seemed to have come in from a hard ride. Both were watching Marta, as if waiting for her to speak. She met Westerling's look steadily, her eyes dark and still and in his the reflection of the vague realization of more than he had guessed in her relations with him. \Well she breathed to Westerling, \the war goes on!\ \That's it! That's the voice!\ ex- claimed the subaltern in an explosion of recognition. A short, sharp laugh of irony broke front Bellini; the laugh of one whose suspicions are confirmed in the mix- ture of the sublime and the ridiculous. Marta looked around at the Interrup- tion, alert, on guard. • \You seem amused,\ she remarked curiously. \No but you 'must have been,\ re- plied Benin! hoarsely. \Early this morning, not far from the castle, this young officer found in the crater made by a ten -inch shell a wire that ran In a conduit underground. The wire was intact, lie tapped it. He heard a voice thanking some one for her part in the GEYSER JUDITH - BASIN TIMES victory, and it seems that tho woman's voice that answered le yours, Mies °O- land. So, General Westerling, the leak In information was over this wire front our staff into the Browns' headquar- ters, as Bouchard believed and its I tame to believe.\ So long had Marta expected this mo- ment of exposure that it brought no shock. Her spirit had undergone many subtle rehearsals for the occasion. \Yes that is true,\ she heard herself saying, a little distantly, but very quietly and naturally. Westerling fell back as from a blow in the face. His breath came hard at first, like one being strangled. Then It sank deep in his chest and his eyes were blood -shot, as a bull's in his final effort against the matador. He raised a quivering, clenched fist and took a step nikrer her. But far from flinching, Marta seemed to be greeting the blow, as if she ad- mitted his right to strike. She was without any sign of triemph and with every sign of relief. 1. ,- ing was at an end. Site could be truthful. \Do you recall what I said in the re- ception -room at the hotel?\ she asked. The question sent a flash into a hid- den chamber of his mind. Now the only thing he could remember of that Interview was the one remark which hitherto he had never included in his recollection of it. \You said I could not win.\ Ile drew out the words painfully. \When you said that you brought on this war to gratify your ambition. I chose to be one of the weapons of war; I fought for civilization, for my home, with the only means I had against the wickedness of a victory of conquest—the precedent of it In this age—a victory which should glorify such trickery as you practised on your people.\ \I should like to shoot you dead!\ cried Bellini. \And you let me make love to you!\ Wperling said in a dazed, groping monotone to Marta. Such a wreck was he of his former self that she found it adillzing that she could not pity him. Yet she might have pitied him had he plunged into the fight; had he tried to rally one of the broken regiments; had he been able to forget himself. \Rather you made love to yourself through me,\ she answered, not harsh- ly, not even emphatically, but merely as a statement of passionless fact. \If you dared to endure what you ordered others to endure for the sake of your ambition; if—\ She was interrupted by a sharp zip In the air. Westerling dodged and looked about wildly. \What is that?\ he asked. \What?\ Five or six zips followed like a charge of wasps flying at a speed that made them invisible. Marta felt a brush of air past her cheek and Wes- terling went chalky white. It was the first time he had .. been under fire. But these bullets were only strays. No more came. \Come general, let us be going!\ urged the aide, touching his chief on the arm. ''Yes, yes!\ said Westerling hur- riedly Francois, who had picked up the coat that had fallen from Westerling's shoulders with his start at the buzzing, held it while his master thrust his hands through the sleeves. \And this is wiser.\ said the aide. unfastening the detachable insignia of rank from the shoulders of the great- coat. \It's wiser, too, that we walk.\ he added. \Walk? But my car!\ exclaimed Westerling petulantly. \I'm afraid that the car could not get through the press in the town,\ was the reply. \Walking is safer.\ The absence in him of that quality which is the soldier's real glory, the picture of this deserted leader, this god of a machine who had been crushed by his machine, his very lack of stoicism or courage—all this sud- denly appealed to Marta's quick sym- pathies. They had once drunk tea to- gether. \Oh it was not personal! I did not think of myself as a person or of you as one—only of principles and of thou- sands of others—to end the killing—to save our country to its people! Oh,. I'm sorry and, personally. I'm horrible —horrible!\ she called after him in a broken, quavering gust of words which he heard confusedly in tragic mockery. He made no answer; he did not even look around. Head bowed and hardly seeing the path k he permited the aide to choose the way, which lay across the boundary of the Galland estate. CHAPTER XXI. The Retreat. Marta remained where Westerling had left her, rooted to the ground by the monstrous spell of the developing panorama of seemingly limitless move- ment. With each passing minute there must be a hundred acts of heroism which, if isolated in the glare of a day's news, would make the public thrill. At the outset of the war she had seen the Browns, as part of a pre- conceived plan, in cohesive rear -guard resistance, with every detail of per- sonal bravery a utilized factor of or- ganized purpose. Now she saw de- fense), inchoate and fragmentary, each part acting for itself, all deeds of per- sonal bravery lost in a swirl of disor- ganization. That was the pity of it, the helplessness of engineers and of levers when the machine was broken; the warning of it to those who under- take war lightly. The Browns' rte flashes kept on steadily weaving their way down the slopes, their reserves \tieing close on the heels of the skirmishers in greedy swarms. A heavy column of Brown in- fantry was swinging In toward the myriad -legged, writhing gray caterell- , . tar of' :::e pass road ale! many Held - batteries were trotting ap..-ag a parallel road. Their plan developed suddenly when a swath of gun -fire was laid acther°tissefilitri,t,' a P s as m s u r c o h ad as a t t o th ea e y m : out \hereof whe sa e me ma ti k l e ne a th g e a t i e lea o d f o d f ea t t h h e V B ' r o A w t n t in - [entry column flashed ite bayonets over the crest of a hill toward the point where the shells were bursting. These men minded not the desperate, scat- tered nil -tire into their ranks. Before their eyes was the prize of a panic that grevk with their approach. Kinks were out of legs stiffened by long watches. The hot breath of pursuit vic- tory ?ti their lo t n b os o tr dff s, the fever of In the defile, the impulse of one Gray Straggler, who shook a handkerchief aloft in fatalistic submission to the in- evitable, became the impulse of all. Soon a thousand white signals of sur- render were blossoming. As the firing abruptly ceased, Marta heard the faint roaroovferthLinig size h of h tyh t uze z i a r i?g so;t . he hunt- ers Some doctors of different regiments thrown together in the havoc of rem- nants of many organizations, with the help of hospital -corps men, were try- ing to extricate the wounded from among the dead. They heard a wom- an's voice and saw a woman's face. They did not wonder at her presence, for there was nothing left in the world for them to wonder at. Had an Due from hell or an angel from heaven ap- peared, or a shower of diamonds fallen from the sky, they would not have been surprised. Their duty was clear; there was work of their kind to do, endless work. Units of the broken ma- chine, in the instinct of their calling they struggled with the duty nearest at hand. They begged her to go back to the house; this was no place for her. But Niarta did not want safety. Dan- ger was sweet; it was expiation. She was helping, actually helping; that was enough. She envied the peaceful dead—they had no nightmares—as she aided the doctors in separating the bodies that were still breathing front those that were not; and she steeled herself against every ghastly sight save one, that of a man lying with his legs pinned under a wagon body. His jaw had been shot away. Slowly he was bleeding to death, but he did not realize it. Ile realized nothing in his delirium except the nature of his wound, lie was dipping his finger in the cavity and, dab by dab, writing \Kill me!\ on the wagon body. It sent reeling waves of red before her eyes. Then a shell burst near her and a doc- tor cried out: \She's hit!\ But Marta did not hear him. She heard only the dreadful crack of the splitting shrapnel jacket. She had a sense of falling, and that was all. The next that she knew she was in a long chair on the veranda and the vague shadows bending over her grad- ually identified themselves as her mother and Minna. \I remember when you were telling of the last war that you didn't swoon at the sight of the wounded, mother,\ Marta whispered. \But I was not wounded,\ replied Mrs. Galland. Marta ceased to be only a conscious- ness swimming in a haze. With the • He Was Dipping His Fingers is the Cavity and Writing, \Kill Me!\ return of her faculties, she noticed that both her mother and Minna were looking significantly at her foreartn; so she looked at it, too. IV was bandaged. \A cut from a shrapnel fragment,\ said a doctor. \Not deep,\ he added. - Do I get an iron cross?\ she asked. smiling faintly. It was rather pleasant to he alive. \All the crosses—iron and bronze and silver and gold!\ Ije replied. All tiring except occasional scattered shots had now ceased in the immedi- ate vicinity, though in the distance could be beard the snarl of the firmer resistance that the Grays were mak- ing at some other point. The Galland house, for the time being, was isolated _In possession of neither side. \Isn't there something else I can do :o nelp with the wounded?\ Marta aske3 She In' red for attion in order . r . s cape r th•Alighls lad 'a Leone, e..1.• '7' .... . you are stronger,\ said the doctor \When you have had something to eat and drink,\ observed the practical Minna authoritatively. Marta would not have tae,.., food brought to her. She insisted that she was strong enough to accompany Minna to the tower. While Minna urged mouthfuls down Marta's dry throat as she sat outside the door of the sitting -room with her mother a number of weary dust -streaked faces, with feverish energy in their eyes, peered over the hedge that bounded the garden on the side toward the pass. These scout skirmishers of Stransky's men of the 63d Regiment of the Browne made beckoning gestures as to a crowd, before they isprang over, the hedge and ran swiftly, watchfully, toward the linden stumps, closely fol. lowed by their comrades. Soon the whole garden was overrun by the lean, businesslike fellows, their glances all ferret -like to the front. \Look Idinna!\ exclaimed Marta. \The giant who carried the old man in pickaback the first night of the war!\ Minna was flushing, but the flush dissipated and she drew up her chin when Stransky, looking around, recog. nized her with a merry, anfident wave of his hand. \See he's a captain and he wears an iron cross!\ said Marta as Stransky hastened toward them. \He acts like it!\ assented Minna grudgingly. Eager, leviathan, his cap doffed with a sweeping gesture as be made a low bow, Stransky was the very spirit of retributive victory returning to claim the ground that be had loet. \Well this is like getting home again!\ he cried. I \So I see!\ said Minna equivocally. Stransky drew his eyes together, sighting them on the bridge of his nose thoughtfully at this dubious reception. \I came back for the chance to kiss a good woman's hand.\ be observed with a profound awkwardness and looking at Minna's hand. \Your hand!\ he added, the cast in his eyes straightening as he looked directly at her appealingly. She extended her finger-tips and he pressed his lips to them. \I kept seeing the way you looked when you belted me one in the face.\ he went on, \and knocked any an- archism out of me that was left after the shell burst. I kept seeing your face in my last glimpSe when the Grays made me run for 'it front your kitchen door before I had half a chance for the oration crying for voice. You were in my dreams! You were in bat- tle with am!\ \This sounds like a disordered mind,\ observed Minna. \I've heard men talk that way before.\ \Oh I have talked that way to other women myself!\ said Stransky. \Yes said Minna bitterly. His can- dor was rather unexpected. \I have talked to others In passing on the high road,\ he continued. \But never after a woman had struck me in the face. That blow sank deep—deep —deep as what Lanstron said when I revolted on the march. I say it to you with this\—he touched the cross—\on my breast. And I'm not going to.give you up. It's a big world. There's room in it for a place for you after the war is over and I'm going to make the place. Good -by till I'm back—back to stay! Good -by, little daughter!\ he added with a wave of his hand to Ciar- issa as he turned to go. \Maybe v.e shall have our own automobile sonic day. It's no stranger than what's been happening to me since the war began.\ \If you don't marry him, Minna, I'll —I'll—\ Mrs. Galiand could not find words for the fearful thing that she would do. \Marry him! I have only met hire three times for about three minute' each time!\ protested Minna. She was as rosy as a girl and in her confu. Mon she busied herself retying the rib- bon on (7Iarissa Eileen's hair. \He called you little daughter!\ she said softly to the child as she withdrew into the Lower. Marta remained in the chair by the doorway of the tower, weak and list- less. Now her lashes were closed; again they opened slightly as her gaze roved the semicircle of the horizon. A mounted officer and his orderly gallop- ing across the fields to the pass road caught her desultory atteetion and held it, for they formed the most im- petuous object on the landscape. When 1 . the officer alighted at the foot of the garden and tossed his reins to the or derly, she detected something familiar about him. He leape.1 the garden wall at a bound and, half running, came to- ward the tower. Not until he lifted his cap and waved it did she associate this lithe, dapper artillerist with a stooped old gardener in blue blouse and torn straw hat who had once shuffled among the flowers at her service. \Hello! Hello!\ he shouted in clarion greeting at sight of her. \Hello my successor!\ Only in the whiteness of his hair was he like the old Feller. His tone, the boyish sparkle of his black eyes, those full, expressive lips playing over the brilliant teeth, his easy grace, his quick and telling gestures—they were of the Feller of cadet days. \Wonderful—wounded! Wonderful! Was there ever such a woman?\ he cried. \Destiny has played with us. It sent a spy to your garden. It put you in my place. A strange service, ours—yes, destiny is in it!\ \Yes she breathed painfully, hi,j suggestion striking deep. (TO DE CONTINUED.) Daily Thought. Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or their vice only by overt actions, and do not see that virtue Or vice emits a breath every momeGa- it W Emerson GOOD FARM BUTTER MAKING Greater Attention Should Be Given tc Details Concerning Factors Affecting the Quality. iBy J. KEITIILEY.) The following few brief instructions will prove of great assistance to farm butter makers: Churn at a temperature that will give a firm, flaky kranule in the but- ter. This temperature varies slightly with the season, but ranges from 62 - degrees to 62 degrees F. The use or a thermometer and intelligent obser- vation, as result, of a few churnings, will enable the butter maker to deter- mine the proper temperature at which to churn. Churn should be stopped when butter granules lire large as corn kernels or peas. Time required for churning should be 25 to 30 minutes. Use clear, pure water for washing the butter. It should not be more than three degrees colder or warmer than the buttermilk. Use amount of water equal to that of the buttermilk. In a barrel churn, reverse 12 to 15 times in washing. Weigh the granular washed butter and salt at the rate of three -fourths ounce to one ounce per potted. Be sure the salt is t -ell pulverized and sift it evenly over the granular butter before any of the moisture is worked out. NVork the butter sufficiently to dis- tribute salt without injuring the grain or texture. Determine working by 3, appearance; 2, texture; 3, grittiness. Butter, when sufficiently worked, should present a firm, glossy appear- ance. The texture should resemble the broken end of a steel rod. There should be no grittiness due to the un- evenly distributed or undissOlred salt. This can . be determined by taking a small piece of butter between the teeth and biting into it repeatedly; any grit - tines e v.111 soon be observed. Insuffi- Working the Butter. dent working Is generally shown by' a mottled appearance in color on the tut surface. This is largely due to art uneven distribution of salt. This re- ults in a salty condition and injures the' keeping quaflty. The aim of butter makers should be to produce a high-grade article that is uniform week after week in flavor anti compo- sition. This can be done by careful methods in ripening, salting and work, log. KEEP SALT HANDY FOR COWS Maintains Health of Animals and En- courages Heavy Mille t Flow by Promoting Digestion. Experiments have proved the aver- age milk cow requires about an (HMCO of salt per day. Heavy milkers should have more. Keeping salt where the dairy cows can reach it at all times maintains their good health and en- courages a heavy milk yield by pro- moting thorough digestion and assim- ilation and having a cooling effect on the whole system of the animals, at the sante time making it easier to bring butter of a superior flavor and color at churning time. , SOME GRAIN IS NECESSARY Cow Will Get Through Winter in Ex- cellent Condition if Given Few Ears of Corn Each Day. The cow that la to become a mc.fh- er should not be allotted to get poor and weak during the winter months. , It is practically impossible to get suchb a cow through the rigets of winter in good condition wthout a grain feed.' Site may not need a great amount ot grain, it she haa plenty of forage thab is nutritious, bet she ail , need four or five ears of corn two or three timed a day. Then she will g t through the winter in fine shape and have good flesh and plenty ca'sireegth at Lag time.

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