Luther Register. (Luther, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 29, Ed. 1 Tuesday, February 9, 1915 Page: 3 of 8
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Now the automatics and the rifles
from the redoubt to which the Browns
had fallen back opened fire. So
close together were these bullet-ma-
chines that the orbit of each one'e
swing made a spray of only a few
yards’ breadth over the redoubt, where
the Browns' guu-tlre had not for a mo-
ment ceased Its persistent shelling,
■with Increasingly large and solid tar-
gets of flesh for their practice. The
thing for these targets to do, they
knew, was to intrench and begin to
return the infantry and automatics'
lire. Desperately, with the last effort
of courage, they rose in the attempt—
rose into playing hose streams of bul-
lets whose close hiss was a steady un-
dertone between shell bursts. In the
garish, jumping light brave officers
Impulsively stood up to hearten their
commands in their w ork, and dropped
with half-uttered urgings, three ts, and
oaths on tlieir Uds.
The bullets from the automatics
missing one mark were certain to And
another, perhaps four or live In a row,
such was their velocity and power of
penetration. Where shells made gaps
and tore holes In the human mass, the
automatics cut with the regularity of
the driven teeth of a comb. The men
who escaped all the forms of slaughter
and staggered on to the ruins of the
redoubt, pressed their weight on top
of those in the craters or hugged be-
hind the pyramids of debris, and even
made breastworks from the bodies of
the dead. The more that banked up,
the more fruitless the efforts of the of-
ficers to restore order in the frantic
medley of shell screams and explosions
at a time when a minute seemed an
Meanwhile, between thermMhia
banked-up force at the charge's end—
and the Brown redoubt with its auto-
matics, the Gray gunners were making
a zone of shell bursts in order to give
the soldiers time to make their hold
of the ground they had gained secure.
Through this zone Stransky and his
men were to lead the Browns in a
At the very height of the Gray
charge, when all the reserves were In,
dark objects fell out of the heavens,
and where they dropped earth and
flesh were mingled in the maceration.
Like some giant reptile with ite ver-
tebrae breaking, gouged and torn and
pinioned, the charge stopped, in writh-
ing, throbbing confusion. Those on
the outer circle of explosions were
thrown against their fellows, who
surged back in another direction from
an explosion in the opposite quarter.
From the rear the pressure weakened;
the human hammer was no longer driv-
ing the ram. Blinded by the lightnings
and dust, dizzy from concussions and
noiBe, too blank of mind to be sane or
insane, the atoms of the bulk of-the
charge in natural Instinct turned from
their goal and toward the place whence
they had come, with death from all
sides still buffeting them. Staggering-
ly, at first, they went, for want of in-
Itative in their paralysis; then rapidly,
as the law of self-preservation asserted
Itself in wild impulse.
As sheep driven over a precipice
they had advanced; as men they fled.
There was no longer any command, no
longer any cohesion, except of legs
struggling in and out over the uneven
footing of dead and wounded, while
they felt another pressure, that of the
mass of the Browns in pursuit. Of ail
those of Fracasse’s company whom
we know only the Jadge’s son and
Jacob Pilzer were alive. Stained with
blood and dust, his teeth showing in
a grimace of mocking hate of all hu-
mankind, Pllzer's savagery ran free of
the restraint of discipline and civilized
convention. Striking right and left,
he forced his way out of the region of
shell fire and still kept on. Clubbing
hie rifle, he struck down one officer
who tried to detain him; but another
officer, quicker than he, put a revolver
bullet through his head.
• ••••• •
Westerling, who had buried his face
In his hands in Marta’s presence at
the thought of failure, must keep the
pose of his position before the staff.
With chin drawn in and shoulders
squared in a sort of petrified military
habit, he received the feverish news
that grew worse with each brief bulle-
tin. He, the chief of staff; he, Hed-
worth Westerling, the superman, must
be a rock in the flood of alarm. When
be heard that his human ram was in
recoil he declared that the repulse had
been exaggerated—repulses always
were. With word that a heavy counter-
attack was turning the retreat into an
Ungovernable rout, he broke into a
Storm. He was not beaten; he could
tot be beaten.
"Let our guns cut a few swaths In
the mob!” he cried. "That will stop
them from running and bring them
back to a sense of duty to their coun-
Ttm Irritating Miter at the Ml hi
the closet off the library only Increased
his defiance of facts beyond control.
He went to the long distance with a
reply to the premier's Inquiry ready to
"We got into the enemy’s works but
had to fall back temporarily," he said.
"Temporarily! What do you mean?”
demanded the premier.
"1 mean that we have only begun to
attack!" declared Westerling. He liked
that sentence. It sounded like the
shibboleth of a great leader In a crisis.
"I ehall assault again to-morrow
"Then your losses were not heavy?”
"No, not relatively. To-morrow night
we press home the advantage we
“But you have been so confident
each time. You still think that—’’
"That I mean to win! There is no
"Well, I’ll still try to hold the situa-
tion here," replied the premier. "But
keep me informed."
Drugged by his desperate stubborn-
ness, Westerling wae believing in his
star again when he returned to the
library;. All the greater his success for
being won against skepticism and
fears! He summoned his chiefs of
divisions, who came with the news
that the Browns had taken the very
redoubt from which the head of the
Gray charge had started; but there
they had stopped.
"Of course! Of course they stopped!”
exclaimed Westerling. "They are not
mad. A few are not going to threw
themselves against superior numbers
—our superior numbers beaten by our
own panic! Lanstron is not a fool.
You’ll find the Browns back in their
old position, working like beavers to
make new defenses in the morning.
Meanwhile, we ll get that mob of ours
into shape and find out what made
them lose their nerve. To-morrow
night we shall have as many more be-
hind them. We are going to attack
The staff exchanged glances of
amazement, and Turcas, his dry voice
crackling like parchment, exclaimed:
"Attack again? At the same point?”
“Yes—the one place to attack!" said
Westerling. "The rest of our line has
abundant reserves; a needless num-
ber for anything but the offensive.
We'll leave enough to hold and draw
oft the rest to Engadir at once.”
“But their dirigibles! A surprising
number of them are over our lines,"
Bellini, the chief of intelligence, had
the temerity to say.
“You will send our planes and dirig-
ibles to bring down theirs!" Wester-
“I have—every last one; but they
outnumber us!” persisted Bellini.
"Even in retreat they can see. The
air has cleared so that considerable
bodies of troops in motion will be read-
ily discernible from high altitudes. The
reason for our failure last night was
that they knew our plan of attack.”
“They knew! They knew, after all
our precautions! There is still a leak!
Westerling raised his clenched
hand threateningly at the chief of in-
telligence, Ills cheeks purple with rage,
his eyes bloodshot. But Bellini, with
«• will walla oo more time. The pre-
mi or supports me. I have decided. We
will set the troops in motion.”
With fierce energy he set to work
detaching unite of artillery and In-
fantry from every part of the line and
starting them toward Engadir.
"This means an improvised organi-
zation; it breaks up the machine," said
the tactical expert to Turcas when
they were alone.
"Yes," replied Turcas. “He wanted
no advice from us when be was taking
counsel of desperation. If he succeeds,
success will retrieve all the rest of bis
errors. We may have a 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 of divisions who were with Lan-
stron alternately sat down and paced
the floor, their restlessness now that
of a 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
slow ly wore on Shortly before three,
when the firing had died after the
Brown pursuit had stopped, a wireless
from a dirigible flying over the fron-
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
“It cannot be a retreat!” said the
“Hardly. That Is Inconceivable of
Westerling at this time," Lanstron re-
plied. “The bull charges when w ound-
ed. It is clear that he means to make
another attack. These troops on the
march across country are- isolated
from any Immediate service.”
It was Lanstron’s way to be sug-
gestive; to let ideas develop in coun-
cil 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 a quick blow! The chance! We
attack! We attack!"
It was the most natural conception
to a military tactician, though any man
who made it his own might have
buiided 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
Bartow’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 a crisis: What would Partow
"Well, my boy, why are you hesitat-
ing?" Partow demanded. "I 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 I gave you
to read in the vaults, to strike if a
chance, this very chance, were to
come? llurry up! Seconds count!"
"Yee, a chance to end the killing for
good and all!” said Lanstron, coming
abruptly out of i his silence. "We’ll
take it and strike hard."
The staff bent over the map. Lan-
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 Feller, in command
of a 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
"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 a 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 fron
tier to-morrow! A whole brigade mine!
1 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,
“Oh, the Murder of It—the Murder,”
his boyish, small face and round head
set close to his shoulders, remained
“Yes, there is a leak, and from the
staff,” he answered. "Until I have
found it this army ought to suspend
"I was not asking advice!” inter-
"But, I repeat, the leak is not neces-
sary to disclose this new movement
that you plan. Their air craft will dis-
close it,” Bellini concluded. He had
done his duty and had nothing more to
“Dirigibles do not win battles!"
Westerling announced. "They are won
by getting infantry in possession of po-
sitions and holding them. No matter
of we don’t surprise the enemy.
Haven't the Browns held their line
with inferior numbers? If they have,
we can hold the rest of ours. That
gives us overwhelming forces at En-
“You take all responsibility?” asked
”1 do!” said Westerling firmly. “And
“Ton need rest. Our center, «tm wn
have the column of last night's attack
still concentrated! If anything would
convince me that I have to fight this
war alone—I—” Westerling choked in
"Yes. The ground is Buch that it la
a tactically safe and advantageous
move for Lanstron to make. He strikes
at the vitals of our machine."
“But what about the remainder of
the force that made the charge? What
about all our guns concentrated In
front of Engadir?”
”1 was coming to that. The rout of
the assaulting column was much worse
than we had supposed. These who are
strong enough cannot be got to re-
form. Many were so exhausted that
they dropped in their tracks. Our
guns are at this moment in retreat—
or being captured by the rush of the
Browns' Infantry. Your Excellency,
the crisis is sudden, incredible."
"Our wire service has broken down.
We cannot communicate with many of
Turning the Tables.
Through the door which the aide
had left open the division chiefs, led
by Turcas, filed in. To Westerling
they seemed like a procession of
ghosts., The features of one were fhe
features of all, graven with the weari-
ness of the machine’s treadmill. Their
harness held them up. A moving plat-
form under their feet kept their legs
moving. They grouped around the
great man’B desk silently, Turcas, his
lips a half-opened seam, his voice that
of crinkling parchment, acting as
"The enemy seized his advantage,”
he said, "when he found that our re-
serves were on the march, out of touch
with the wire to headquarters."
Westerling forced a smile which he
wanted to be a knowing smile.
“However, we had not prepared our
positions for the defensive,” continued
that very literal parchment voice.
“They began an assault on our left
flank first and we’ve just had word
that they have turned it. Nor is that
the worst of it. They are pressing at
other well-chosen points. They threat-
en to pierce our center.”
“Our centsrl" gibed Westerling,
“A Whole Brigade Mine! I Live.”
our division commanders," put in Bel-
lini, the chief of intelligence.
“Yes, our organization, so dependent
on communication, is in danger of dis-
ruption," concluded Turcas. "To avoid
disorder, we think it best to retreat
across the plain to our own range.”
At the word "retreat" Westerling
sprang to his feet, his cheeks purple,
the veins of Ills neck and temples
sculptured as he took a threatening
step toward the group, which full back
before the physical rage of the man,
all except the vice-chief, Ills mouth a
thin, ashy line, who held his own.
"You cowards!" Westerling thun-
dered. "Retreat when we have five
millions to their three!”
"We have not that odds now,” replied
the parchment voice. "AH their men
are engaged. They have caught us at
a disadvantage, unable to use our num-
bers except In detail in trying to hold
on in face of—’’
“1 tell you we cannot retreat!" Wes-
terling interrupted. "That is the end.
I know what you do not know. I am
in touch with the government. Yes, I
This brought fresh alarm into faces
which had become set in grim stoicism
by many alarms, if the people were in
ignorance of the losses and the army
in ignorance of the nation's feeling,
the offledre of the staff were no less in
ignorance of what pussed over the
long-distance wire between the chief
of staff and the premier.
”1 know what is best—I alone!"
Westerling continued, driving home his
point. “Tell our commanders to hold.
Neither general nor man is to budge.
They are to stick to the death. Any
one who does not I shall hold up to
public sharne as a poltroon. Who
knows but Lanstrou's attack may be
a council of desperation? The Browns
may be worse off than we are. Hold,
hold! If we are tired, they are tired.
Frequently it takes only an ounce more
of resolution to turn the tide of battle.
Hold, hold! To morrow will tell a dif-
ferent story! We are going to win
yet! Yes, we are going to win!"
“It is for you to decide. Your Excel-
lency," said Turcas, slowly and pre-
cisely. "You take the responsibility.”
"I take the responsibility. 1 am in
command!” replied Westerling in un-
"Yes. Your Excellency.”
And they filed out of the room, leav-
ing him to his isolation.
After Marta had learned, over tho
telephone, from Lanstron of the cer-
tain repulse of the Gray assault, fatigue
—sheer physical fatigue such as made
soldiers drop dead in slumber on the
earth, their packs still on their backs
—overcame her. Her work was done.
The demands of nature overwhelmed
her faculties. She slept with a nervous
twitching of her muscles, a restless
tossing of her lithe body, until ham-
| mers began beating on her temples,
I beating, beating with the sound of
I shell bursts, as if to warn her that pun-
J ishinent for her share in the killing
j wae to be the eternal concussion of
i battle in her ears. At length she real-
1 ized that the cannonading was real.
Hastening out-of-doors, as her
glance swept toward the range she saw
bursts of shrapnel smoke from the
guns of the Browns nearer than since
the lighting had begun on the main
line, and these wei e directed st Lodka
of Infantry that were In ana feed r»
treat down the slopes, while all trains
on the pass road was moving toward
the rear. Impelled by a new appre-
hension she hurried to the tnunel.
Lanstron auswered her promptly In a
voice that had a ring of relief and joy
in place of tho tension that had char-
acterized it since the outbreak of the
"Thanks to you, Marta!” he cried.
"Everything goes back to you—thanks
to you came this chance to attack, and
we are succeeding at every point! You
are the general, you the maker of vic-
"Yes, the general of still more kill-
ing!” ehe cried in indignation. "Why
have you gone on with the slaughter?
I did not help you for thlB. Why?"
No reply came. She poured out
more questions, and still no reply. She
pressed the button aud tried again, but |
she might as well have been talking
over a dead wire.
• ••••• «
One man alone against the tide—
rather, the man who has seen a tide
rise at his orders now finding all Its
sweep against him—Westerling, accus-
tomed to have millions of men move
at his command, found himself, one
man out of the millions, still and help-
less w hile they moved of their own Im-
As nows of positions lost came in.
he could only grimly repeat, "Hold!
Tell them to hold!" fruitlessly, like ad-
jurations to the wind to cease blowing.
The bell of the long distance kept
ringing unheeded, until at last his aide
came to say that tho premier must
speak either to hint or to the vice-
chief. Westerling staggered to his
feet and with lurching steps went into
the closet. There he sank down on the
chair In a heap, staring at the tele-
phone mouthpiece. Again the bell rung.
Clenching ills hands in a rocking ef-
fort, he was able to stiffen his spine
once more as he took down the re-
ceiver. To admit defeat to the pre-
mier—no, ho was not ready for that
"The truth is out!" said the premier
without any break In his voice and
with tho fatalism of one who never
allows himself to blink a fact. “Teleg-
raphers at the front who got out of
touch with the staff were still In touch
with the capital. Once the reports bo-
gan to come, they poured in—decima-
tion of the attacking column, panic
and retreat In other portions of the
"It’s a lie!” Westerling declared
"The news has reached the press,”
the premier proceeded. "Editions are
already In the streets.”
“What! Where is your oensorship?"
"It is helpless, a straw protesting
against a current," the premier re
plied. "A censorship goes back to
physical force, as every law does in
the end—to the police and the army;
and all, these days, finally to public
opinion. After weeks of secrecy, of re-
ported successes, when nobody really
knew what was happening, this sudden
disillusioning announcement of the
truth has sent the public mad.”
"It is your business to control the
public!" complained Westerling.
"With what, now? With a speech or
a lullaby? As well could you stop the
retreat with your naked hands. My
business to control the public, yes, but
not unless you win victories. I gave
you the soldiers. We have nothing but
police here, and I tell you that the pub-
lic is in a mob rage—the whole public,
bankers and business and professional
men Included. I have just ordered the
stock exchange and all banks closed.”
“There’s a cure for mobs!” cried
Westerling. “Let the police Are a few
volleys and they'll behave.”
“Would that stop the retreat of the
army? We must sue for peace."
“Sue for peace! Sue for peace when
we have five millions against their
"It seems so, as the three millions
are winning!” said the premier.
“Sue for peace because women go
hysterical? Do you suppose that the
Browns will listen now when they
think they have the advantage? Leave
peace to me! Give me forty-eight hours
more! I have told our troops to hold
and they will hold. I don’t mistake
cowardly telegraphers' rumors for
"Pardon me a moment,” the premier
interrupted. "I must answer a local
call.” So astute a man of affairs as
he knew that Westerllng’s voice, storm-
ing, breaking, tightening with effort at
control, confirmed all reports of dis-
aster. "In fact, the crockery is broken
_for you and for me!” said the pre-
mier when he spoke again. His life
had been a gamble and the gamble had
turned against him in playing for a
great prize. There was an admirable
stoicism in the way he announced the
newB he had received from the local
call: “The chief of police calls mo up
to say that the uprising Is too vast for
him to hold. There isn’t any mutiny,
but his men simply have become a
part of public opinion. A mob of wom-
en and children is starting for the pal-
ace to-ask me what I have done with
their husbands, brothers, sons, and fa-
thers. They won’t have to break in to
find me. I’m very tired. I’m ready. 1
shall face them from th» balcony. Yes,
Westerling, you and I have achieved a
place in history, and they're far more
bitter toward you than me. However,
you don't have to come back.’
"No, I don't have to go back! No,
I was not to go back if I failed!” said
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Flatbush—You know he’s got a pic-
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A Ways use Red Cross Rail Rlue. Delights
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“Did you ever play cards for
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