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$ CHAPTER IX
LFeelint Out the Hun
-f
problem at hand was to wipe out
machine gunner before he did
us damage.
every time our sharpshooters
.bullets Into the spot where they
the boche gunner was stationed.
!Un would change his position In
mysterious manner, and start pep-
1 our .line from another ancle
of the American line became un-
ir ?&! ""y. "B oay wnen tne Docne ma
llbe'aTun started barking, our inert
i yimi a trench mortar loose on the pest,
J un out In No Man's Land suddenly
no silent and gave the Yanks no
Tj trouble. The following night an
an patrol found tha boche cunner
Mm a shell hole with his machine
badly battered, beside him. The
can trench mortar had done Its
Kiwell.
r from the first, No Man's Land, with
a', shell' craters and barbed wire en-
.. ,sr
'i,r
DIAGRAM SHOWING
T
4 Ni ih.m T li
9taM IMal S Iki.ii. 9iiTta 8" e,-
Aim- 4li.,iitiw.iiii,? ..Muff
$ jtanglements, was enthusiastically ex-
Jwored by the Tankees. In fact, from
jihestart they virtually took oer the
ntrol of this desolate region and an
ted It to the United States. Kery
nt our forces sent out patrols to am-
uboches, cut enemy barbed wire and
feel out the positions of the Hun.
-a his second night in the trenches.
eant Marsh went out with an am-
, party. The members of the party
re guided through the barbed wire by
(.French soldier.
Trip Into No 3lan's '.and
$rj ,When the Frenchy had t
Sat-.uri vria. harhftH wlr " nntrl
taken us
tho ser-
,j . ..-.- ...., . ...w . ,
fmnU "his mission was ended, and he
turned back after wishing us godspeed
n nnp mission. It wan our llrst trin Into
i ACa 'Mnn'A Land, and T confess that It
sS
W 4t
:f-4rs spooky work at first. It was as
:'':"ilrk as a pocket out there, and a heay
IvV Mai MM, a. f.11liMI f.,. ml.-1 . n A a ...
KjFwwatti. by a certain water hole. In the
Wtfka.. A ..... -I.!...- .- Urn., tl... lnk,
ftfr ftvim Ul HIUUUD1I11I6 uujr nulla ttiAt uiiBtik
P'Jcome there during the night for water.
i'y waited there for six hours, but no
NjSfMrmans came. ,very pnee in a wnue
SsrJttw Huns would send up a flare from
BsSiiheJr trenches, and we would flatten out
fr Mi vl. ltniniihi anH w.ll ntittl Iia 1 1 -h .'
lalt nn-tt-n' It Is n nirlrttin fart that If
E&.-WH remain perfectly still while a flare
itn operation tne enemy cannot see
Ijino matter how brightly the land-
is iiiuminatea, Dut tr you move
the slightest bit you will be de-
t and made the subject of target
itlee for machine guns and rifles.
ffTh next night Sergeant Marsh and
s;men made another trip out In No
BS. -Land, and Inspected the enemy's
By DADDY
"THE LONESOME BEAR"
A complete new adventure each, week, beginning Monday
'ttn previous adventures Peggy has
Men crowned l'rincess of Blrdland
.has met manv intcrestina char-
MMtei'm nmnnn fh Titrtlm nmt ntif-
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S-P'i Peffirv Tnfcpt n SliAe
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1BGGY was on a picnic In the woods
a picnic at which she was the only
She had looked forward eagerly
the outing, hoping for a Jolly play
M -with the birds. But. llkn nld Mother
,, fiUDDara, wno went to tne cupDoara,
m
ifti
r!?iM suffered a disappointment:
.ivnen ene got mere, the forest was
uajc.
FAnd all her bird friends had flown.
her mother and the other ladles
bed and talked over their knitting.
: cazed longingly at the depths of
woods. Pesrtaps the birds were In
red away by the chatter of
alentc party. Her eyes, coming back
tnomer. asnea a. question. Motner
rpeen grown up so ery long and
knew what Peggy meant. She
'and nodded. Pegirv blew her a
ul kiss and slipped happily away.
was very dark In the forest and
ariousiy suent. Always before
l-fejrgy'had been in the woods she
n cneerea oy me merry iwmer-
Slnglng of the birds. Now there
even- a chirp Just an occasional
r hum as a honey-laden bee
..homeward, or a curry In the
711 a. sauirrei aanea nervousiv
: f.alcbt.
could the birds be? Had thev
an excursion, or had some new
eared to drive them from the
ur. birds 1" cried Peggy. "Where
7" There was no answer, tine
aln. putting her hands to her
I ao tne sounu wouta carry farther.
i are your-
il Who!" came back an echo-
Bwer from far away.
! You" cried .Peggy. "Where are
There was no further reply and
ran ou n me airecuon irom
-the voice naa come wnen she
a long way sue snourea once
"Where are you?" The voice
ly replied from up In a tree:
ude. J should say,
i.tnai iouq way.
a party Is sound asieeo:
Sake with a Jar '
nper aom mar.
cant you Keep sun ime a
pt y
r, Judce Owl, Is that you J" Perry
in queer poetry even u sne
in tne voice.
and I was lust navmg
sjiwaber when you woke me J
Owl
Companui Copyright, lilt, bv John C. Winston
barbed wire. They were searching for
weak spots when they were detected by
the enemy. The Huns sent up star
shells and started a brisk fire with ma
chine guns. The Americans dropped flat
on their stomachs, and when the flares
died, crawled to a shell hole, where
they remained until the fire had slack
ened. Then they crept back to their
trenches.
On another night an Incident occurred
which showed that the Huns were con
stantly In fear of being attacked and
were ery much worried over the ar
rival of the Americans. On this par
ticular evening a Yankee patrol made a
noise oiit In No Man's Land, and the
Germans evidently thought the Ameri
cans had started a general attack all
along the line, for they sent up scores
of flares, and dropped a barrage on our
trenches, which lasted for fifty minutes.
It made our doughbovs laugh to sec the
Germans waste their ammunition against
the phantom attacking force,
Pour of our men stationed In a listen
ing post showed their mettle when the
Geimans dropped a trench mortar box
THE ARRANGEMENT or THE MODERN TRENCH SYSTEM
IOAMiKIr.ftl.. IS (. c..f ISU
Otf.ti
barrage on a communicating trench and
cut them off so they could not get back
to our lines.
Thirty Germans raided the post under
coer of the barrage and a fierce hand-to-hand
struggle ensued. Our boys put
up a terrific fight and accounted for at
least twelve of the Huns before they
were overwhelmed and killed. The next
day our men found traces of the fear
ful struggle. German rlflles, helmets
and bayonets were scattered all about
the post, and one of our men lay dead
with his automatic clutched In his hand
AH of the chambers were empty, show
ing that he had not ceased to fire until
It. uu MrurK nnwn. I n f mr
he was struck down. This Incident fur-
nishes a good example of th
e average
American pluck. The Yankees will die
fighting rather than submit to be taken
prisoner.
Visits Always Returned
When you make a visit to the German
trenches you can always look for a re
turn visit. It may occur the next night,
or -maybe It will not happen until a
couple of weeks later.
Raids are made usually for the nur-
pose of taking prisoners and squeezing
mrormatlon out or them concerning the
strength of the enemy positions. When
It Is decided to make a raid, tho officer
1. 11 uiiiiiiuiiu inns iui uiumict;! e, unu ul
(course everybody volunteers. A certain
number of men are selected for the
stunt, and the preparations begin The
raiders cover their faces and bayonets
with lampblack and then steal Into No
Man's Land with p'stols and grenades.
Sometimes the raid Is a silent one
that Is, you suddenly rush forward
without the formality of a barrage.
Jump Into the boche first-line trench,
'DREAMLAND ADVENTURES'
y -it J (M U
Judge Owl was now able' to lead
the way at a lively pa.re
flopped down where he could see her.
"Oh, It's Princess Peggy. I'm mighty
glad to see you, even If you did spoil
mv nap. What are you doing here?"
"I'm on a picnic I Where are all the
blrc-?
"Why, that's so. Where are they?"
Judge Owl yawned widely as he looked
around. Then suddenly he became
wide-awake. "What day Is this?''
"It's Monday," -answered Peggy.
"Thunderatlon," hooted Judge Owl.
"There, I've gone and slept through
most of the party."
"Wbat party?" asked Peggy.
"The birds' harvest party, of course,"
reDlled Judge Owl. "Why aren't vou
there?"
r
CompanvJ
grab a couple of prisoners and get
back with them before the enemy has
time to tumble to the situation and do
you any damage
The barrage raid Is the most thrill
ing. The time of the starting of this
raid Is called the "zero hour." Your bat
teries start the barrage and you fol
low right along after It to the boche
trenches. It doesn't pay to walk too
fast, for If ou do you are likely to get
In the wnv of your own barrage and be
killed When you reach the enemy
trenches jour first work is. to take pris
oners, and then you blow up dugouts
and munition dumps with our gre
nades. Your barrage follows you right
back to our own trenches, protecting
you alt the while from the enemj
While our Infantrymen were braely
holding their own In the trenches fre
quent clashes were occurring In the
air above On clear days air fighting
and air scouting proceeded briskly, nnd
every time a flock of enemy airmen
moved toward our trenches our anti
aircraft guns got bus) sending a bar
rage of shrapnel skyward
Early In .oember. 191 T. two German
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planes flew over the American lines for
the purpose of making photographs. The
Yankee doughbovs rubbered upward,
wondering what had become of the Al
lied machines
They did not wonder long Way up In
the sky appeared a spot no bigger than
a dime It was a French plane coming
down like a rocket In a daring nose
dive. It seemed to the enthralled watch
ers In tho trenches that this man was
hurtling to his 'death.
French Filer Makrw Killing
But when the French filer had dropped
some 2000 feet his plane suddenly right
ed and he swung In behind one of the
boche photographing machines and open
ed Are on It with his machine gun.
The boche pilot flopped back in his
seat his chest riddled with bullets. The
machine shot to earth, and the French
man followed to make sure that he had
made a killing When he had ascertained
that the machine and the pilot were out
of commission he ascended again and
made after the other enemy plane, but
the bocho evidently had no desire to
share the fate of his countrjman, for he
scoot'd for home In short order.
A few das later, on a bright morn
ing, a big double-eater German fighting
airplane, iiymg low, made directly for
the American trenches There was a pilot
and a gunner aboard, and It was ap
parently the Intention of the outfit to
sweep our trenches with machine-gun
bullets and bomb our dugouts. It was
a ticklish situation, for none of our air
planes were In sight But our sharp
shooters were cool and- steady as they
prepared to give the swiftly approaching
enemy airplane a warm reception.
CONTINUED TOMORROW
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and ending Soturdau.
"Because I wasn't Invited," replied
Peggy, feeling a trifle hurt.
"Oh, but I sent Brownie Owl early
last evening to Invite you. Something
must have happened to him. But, come
on, we'll have a lotof fun yet If I can
find my way through this blinding sun
light." Judge Owl started blundering
along, but Peggy stopped him.
I ve brought you a present," she
cried. "What do you think it Is? A
pair of goggles so that you can see in
the day as well as In the night."
My gracious. I never heard of a bird
wearing goggles," said (Judge Owl.
Peggy had found tneVpalr of toy auto
mobile goggles among her playthings,
and had figured they would be Just right
for him. She slinoed them unrin hl Vtptilf
and found them a perfect fit. "Say, this
is nne, Mooted the Judge. "I can see as
though It were pitch dark. I surely do
thank you. Princess Peggy."
Judge Owl was now able to lead the
way at a lively pace. Soon they came
out on the top of a high clay cliff over
looking the river. From below them
came a cry.
"Help! Help!"
"It's Brownie Owl," hooted the judge.
"I was afraid he was in trouble."
Peggy leaned over the edge of the cliff,
but could see nothing. Judge Owl flut
tered down for a closer look,
"Brownie Owl is walled up In a hole,"
he called back to Peggy. "Come down
and help hlmV
The cliff was very steep. At the bot
tom was the swift flowing river. A slip
would send her Into It. Peggy hesitated,
but only for a moment. Brownie Owl
had met harm while on his way to her.
She would save him.
She crept along a narrow ledge and
soon came to a hole from which Brownie
Owl's head was sticking. As for his
body, It was packed In tight with clay
and he couldn't stir a bit.
Peggy dug away the hard clay and
lifted him out. He was just like a lump
of dirt, only his head and feet showing.
As Peggy started to Cilmb back up the
clht the earth gave way beneath her feet.
Dun il she shot Into the water. It was
shallow, but the bottom was of soft clay,
which seemed to suck her down and drag
her toward the rapid current. Holding
Brownie Owl In one hand, she tried to
wade, only to find her feet held fast In
the shifting ooze. In a moment she
would sink Into the river and then
"Stand still J, I'll save you !"
Across the river was Billy Belgium.
As he shouted he plunged Into the btream
and swam toward her,
(Tomorrow it will oe told how
PegoV rescued and how she get
a turgritej
THE DAIL Y NOVELETTE
"A. Maxucir
Hy ESTHER
QIBYL KENDALL and her chum, Mar
Jorle Russell, were walking arm In
arm down the street leading away from
the college, which both attended as day
pupils.
"Now, Sib, please tell me what's on
your mind vWve been terribly sober
all day." exclaimed MarJorle.
"Well. I guess ou'd be sober If cme
child you didn't know was coming to
.vour house to visit just at graduation
time. It's this vvav As 1 was leaving
for school this morning I heard mother
tell dad that she had received a letter
from one of her schooldav chums. Mrs
Maxwell, whose daughter Arllne has
just completed her sophomore year at
high school and, an a rcnaul for good
scholarship, her mother Is going to send
her somewhere on a vacation That
much didn't Interest me any. and I
started out on the porch. I saw It was
sprinkling, so went back Into the hall
for my umbrella, overhearing mother
say, 'May bo here some time during tho
week of Sibyl's graduation ' " Here
Slbl paused but her expression be
trayed the dlpgust which she could not
put Into words
"Dreadful 1" ejaculated MarJorle. "She'll
have to gu to all the dances and recep
tions, and where will you find a boy to
go with her?"
"I'm not worrvlng a very great deal
If she Invites herself to visit me she
can Invite herself to dance with her
self" Sibyl flushed at her own words,
because sho knew she would never In
tentionally leave any cf her guests, In
vited or uninvited, to look out tor them
selves She was a very likable girl and
popular among her classmate". Being
an only child of wealthy parent?, she
wnn unnnllv rheerful. aav and generou
vet it did provoke her to think that
t this time her graduation irom col
lege, she must look out Tor a younger
Eirl. . ,.., ,
The days passed along swiiiij, niieu
with many happy hours or preparing
for graduation hours at tne dress
maker's. mllllner'B and motoring trips to
big city department stores So busy In
deed were the days that Sibyl scarcely
wondered why her mother dldnt speak
or plan about tho visit of Arllne Max
well. , .,
The first big event ot tne ween, ine
senior ball, tame on a Tuesday evening,
and Tuesday afternoon found Sibyl at
home, resting for the great event. The
telephone jangled sharply, and Sibvl
mned In nnsiver After a few minutes'
conversation she returned throwing her
self dejectedly Into ner cnair.
Oh, dear, sne sonnen .-sow j tan i
go to the dance Those dreadful, in
considerate people'"
It so happened that Sibyl was to at
tend the dance with MarJorle Russell's
sailor brother, who was home on a short
furlough but a telegram Just received
bv him sent him hurrying to the tele
nlione to infoim Sihvl that he must re
port at his ship at 'i the next morning,
thus necessitating his leaving at once
The telephone rang again muyi Qia
not move. The little black instrument
had brought bad news She could not
trust It again. Hut at Its third per
sistent ring she brightened "Perhaps
Bob has received another telegram can
celing the first one," sne thought, and
the tone of her voice as she said "Hello"
was almost cheerful again. But no;
Western Union wished to dictate a tele
gram for her father, and as he was out
riding. Slbjl look the message on paper,
as follows: "Will arrive on 4 '30 ft-
press S"c you at stntion A. maxwell
"Oh. it never rains but It pours!"
sighed Slbvl as she wearily glanced nt
the clock. "Four o'clock, and nobody
at home to meet tho child That means
Miss Slbvl Kendall will have the pleas
ant task."
Snnn she was launtllv dressed In a
light summer sport suit and spinning
swiftly down Main street In her little
roadster. Sibyl drew up at the station
as the train came to a stop, and as she
watched the passengers alight she recog
nized several men In the service, broth
ers of the college girls, who were com
ing for the dance. They were enthusi
astically -reeted by their sisters and
friends and passed bv up the street. No
voung girl appeared to loiter around the
station. Sibyl Jumped from the roadster
and went Into the station, then started
around on the outside, vowing to at
least do her duty In locating the girl.
THE CRACK IN THE BELL"
A STORY OF POLITICS IN PHILADELPHIA
BY PETER CLARK MACFARLANE
Covvrioht. lilt, bu I'ubllc Ledger Co.
CHAPTER XLII (Continued)
THE voices outside had grown louder,
and It wasn't exactly eavesdropping
that the group at tire table sat hushed
and overhearing every word. It was
sympathy ! Even Rachel stopped her
munching and listened, also with $ym
path Victor was pleading more and
more Insistently.
"But I tell you. Sylvy," he burst out
at last, "that love fs bigger than relig
ion bigger than race bigger even, than
G no, I won't say an) thing blas
phemous but It's the biggest thing I
know. Oh Sylvy, Sjlvy! Come to me!"
me!"
There was no denying the plea In that
tone, no resisting It. The little group
about the table could not see what was
happening outside'but they knew they
knew that Victor stood with arms out
stretched pleading, and that Bylvy stood
a little way off with heaving bosom, with
welling .eyes, resisting, resisting and yet
yielding for no one who loved could
have resisted that voice long. Abruptly
there was a change, the creak 6t a has
ty step, followed hy a sound of sobbing,
and they knew as well as If they saw
that Sylvy had thrown herself Into Vic
tor's arms. And knowing this, they sat
motionless, Jerry and Aunt I.etltla turn
ing Instinctively to the face of Rachel
Aurentsky, Lifting ner eyes as If In
prayer, her large features stricken with
a deadly pallor, the mother arose and
started for the door, but Sylvy's voice,
washed clearer than usual by tears, met
her on the way.
"Oh, I cannot go away from jou, Vic
tor," she was saying. "God ! dear God !
Show" us the way out and we will go, but
let us go together." The humility, the
tender pathos of that plea. If made to a
human God, must have been Irresistible.
But the speech was followed by a gasp
of dismay that was In Itself a note of
plain and Indicated that Sylvy had been
confronted by her mother. That note
of pain brought the sympathetic Ruth
to her feet and, with sisterly impulse,
she advanced to where, over the moth
er's shoulder, she saw a tragedy playing
Itself out on the face of the girl.
For Sylvy. In her mother's eyes, was
seeing five thousand years of the most
tenacious of race traditions reeling
themselves out before her. There, In
that forbidding frown, stood generation
MR. SIMPSON WILL FIND IT
Th Pralng Bhow.
"Did you put that note where It
will be euro to attract Mr, Simp
son's attention when he cornea In?"
"Yen, air, I put a pin- through It
an' put- Jt on '1- chair."
HARRINGTON
Hurrying around the last corner, she
ran Bquarely Into some one coming In
the opposite direction.
"Goodness!" exclaimed a masculine
and a feminine voice, together.
Slbvl recovered herself at once and
glancing up looked Into the twlnkllest
brown eyes she had ever seen. Without
a word she swiftly took In the trim
cap. broad khaki shoulders and silver
bar of a first lieutenant, and then
started as he quickly said, "Why, you
iook just ime jour picture. Miss Ken
dall." It was Indeed a puzzled Sibyl that
looked into the handsome face
"And where did you see my picture?"
she said, faintly.
"Why, jour mother sent one of your
graduation pictures to my mother. It
was a dandy picture, too."
"Who are ou, anyway?" Slbvl asked
abruptly.
"What! Do jou mean to say you
came down here to meet me and now
don't know who I am?" and his eyes
twinkled merrier than at Crst. ,
"I came down here to meet Arllne
Maxwell," said Sibyl, with dignity.
"No, you didn't, really. You came
to meet Arthur Maxwell and hero I
am at your service," and the young
officer made a comical bow.
Just then a big touring car drew up
and Mr. and Mrs. Kendall rushed up
to the two young people.
"We Just happened to read the tele
gram, Sibyl left on the telephone desk,
so we came at once hermise vmi see.
we didn't tell Sibyl you might come, as
we wanted to surprlso her; and on the
other hand, save her from disappoint
ment If you were called away before
ou were able to visit us." hurriedly
stated Mrs. Kendal to Arthur Maxwell.
Slbvl began to see a lleht In the ins
tance. Finally It fully dawned on ner
that she had not heard the vvhnln of her
mother's story to her father -several
weeks before, and she had allowed her
Imagination to run too far. nnrt it
wasn't Arllne Maxwell that was coming
the week nf lier'irrnHllntlnn lint Artln
brother, on his way to camp
Unon her arrival home. Slhvl was
called to the telephone to receive the
sympathies or Mnrjorle Russell, ana
that VOUng ladv could not understand
why Sibyl so 'gayly stated that. "Yes,
I'm going Just the same and will bring
A. Maxwell, I'm sure I'll have a won
derful time."
Tomorrows Complete Xovclcttc
"THE WAY OF A Gllih TV 77
A MAN."
How Values Will Change
f'oruell Widow,
"What do ou mean, that prohibi
tion will change the values?"
"Well, quartz will be far more
aluable than diamonds.
after generation ot her ancestors, call
ing her the most detested nane In the
Hebrew language, "apostate." And the
word was on her mother's lips now.
She even she was about to hurl It.
Sylvy lifted a hand to her ear bh if
she could shut out the hateful sound,
and she turned her face away also: but
a vision pursued her a vision of her
mother coming Into a room filled with1
RolllnsonR relatives and seating her
self at table with them. The thing was
impossible ! Like a flash she saw once
more that the whole project was Impos
sible, mad. Insane promising nothing
but bitterness and sorrow. With a
half-suppressed sob. she reached out
one appealing hand toward her mother
and that stem face softened Instantly
to an expression of encouragement and
parental pride, as if she were saying:
"Courage, daughter, courage! This Is
the chance to show what blood Is In
you."
For a moment Sylvy" stood, wiping her
eyes and trying to calm herself, then
turned a white face of entreaty toward
her lover.
"Victor," she said tremulously, "I
was right in the first place. Oil and
water, your people and mine, cannot
mix. My mother. God bless her. Is
fit to sit at the table of a king, but how
would she feel at yours? Can't you Bee
it Is Impossible? I love you, God
knows, but I love my people, too, and
they need me; I cannot desert them.
Victor, dear man. It would be better
that we had nothing but this backward
look at a few pleasant weeks, than .
life of eternal misunderstandings. Ours
could not be a happy home, Victor, for
there could be nothing but discord be
tween your people and mine, I am not
too old to learn to understand your peo
ple, and neither are you too old to un
derstand mine; but they are too old to
learn to understand each other. Yours
come from the Occident, mine from the
Orient. Things little and unimportant
to yours would be of paramount Impor
tance to mine. I know It will be a cruel
hurt to both of us, Victor, but we are
young we must bear It. It is better to
part loving one another, than to live to
hate one another,
"If mother had not been here, I might
have forgotten, and made both of ais
miserable, but now I know I cannot
marry you, Victor. In my heart. I will
be your bride I can never marry an
other but In reality It cannot be.
Please be good '"fro me, Victor, and let
mo go. God bless you ! Do big things
In the 'world for both our sakes. Kiss
me 1"
The girl came forward and offered
her slender self to the big man. He took
her Into his arms slowly and reverently,
then drew her, up very, very close, his
great, deep-seeing eyes drinking 111
every detail of her face as he lifted It
toward hist and after a long, long mo
ment, planted upon, the pitiful, beseech
ing lips a kiss that was as soft, ao
tender and consoling as heart-broken
love could make it. Then he et her go
and stood like a frozen man whn.
LRachel Aurentsky, throwing one corner
of the shawl which perpetually hooded
ner neaa, over me snouiaers of her
daughter, led the girl from the room
weeping silently and so engrossed In her
own sorrow that she forgot a word of
good-by to her friends.
' But they were In a mood to forgive
her, Ruth, humbled and mystified by
this Incomprehensible devotion of a
daughter to a race that was greater
than her devotion to herself, turned back
to cross the threshold and was surprised
to find Jerry and Aunt Letltla standing
breathless and sympathetic beside hei.
Victor, meanwhile, moved across the
larger room and stood ctarlng out Into
darkness. Jerri' Instantly made his way
to him and, not venturing o,i speech,
laid brotherly band upon his shoulder.
IP THE
Jif George
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TIIK S10IIY TIIL'S l'Att
HUGH Itl.MWIK, under necretar of
the IlrltlHh pmMdsv In Vienna, and the
COUNTESS M,K1MIK. STKAHNI, whom
he loves, cnerhrar on June 1'J. 1014, tho
day the story opens, a conversation In the
rose Kardons at Konoplsht between the
Herman Kaiser Von llrpitz and the Ail
trls.li Archduke, in which "the destiny of
Europe" la seated
The pact Is destined to make the Arch
rtuko and h's morganatic wife, Sophie
L'hotek Important flumes. Marishka Is a
close friend of Sophie, but she decides her
flrst duty Is to her country and the Aus
trian monarch Fnnz Josef While she Is
rerjortlne to him Itennlclc la Infnrmlne his
chief This mean an estrangement be
tween lluffh and Marishka
IIMtlt UIMP. chief of the Austrian
Secret Hen ice. Is Instructed to thwart any
plans to sate the Archduke, who hai been
ordered murdered In Sirajexo, He cap
tures Jlemvlck and Marishka, who were
strlini; to warn SophI
CAPTAIN OOItir. of the German Secret
Service, (aptures Mirtshka from Wlndt
and promises to help her, but not to re-
lease her. They arrhe In Harnjovo Just
too late to present the assassination ot the
Archduke and Sophie. Henwlck, released
by Wlndt Is trailed to Sarajevo by Gus
lave I.lnke, In the Austrian Herrrt Serlce.
Itenwlck locates Marlshka's hi dine place,
Gorltz urges Marishka to send for Ken
wick planning to kill him. Marishka,
however, seeks to bribe her Jailer, the
lite of RataJ. t
CHAPTER XVI (Continued).
ZUBEYDAH and Marishka stood fac
ing each other, the elder woman In
sullen antipathy. Illy concealed by the
habitual mask of Imperturbability. Ma
rishka had disliked her from the first,
actuated by that' rare Instinct which
only women can employ, and now there
seemed something ominous In her stolid
ugllneis. Marishka had not fully un
derstood the Instructions ot the. Beg,
and not until Zubejdeh picked up
hor suitcase and carried It down the
corridor, did she leallzc that' sho was
merely carrying out the orders of
her master. Uut Marishka did not
move. Before her ejes danced the words
of her earlier note to Hush, which asked
him to come tir her by the private pas
sage to the court below. If tho Kffendl
did not succeed In finding him, he would
come : and she would not bo thero to
meet him. Instead of followlne Zubovrtph
who had returned and stood staring aU
her. her feet lefused to obey.
iiut i snouiii prcrer to remain her
" she said firmly.
A vestige of a smile slight, but none
the less disagreeable came Into the wo
man's yellow face.
"The harom," she said dryly, "Is In
tended for the daughters of the faithful,
lou cannot stay tonight,"
And as Marishka still Htood Ir
resolutely, she caught her by the arm
with a grip which wan none too gentle,
and pushed her down the corridor and
out Into the mabeln.
Marishka sat upon the couch In the
room Into which she had first been con.
ducted, her head near the latticed win
dow, through which the pale green moon
light vied with the glow from the lantern
oer her head.
Though It could not yet be time for
him to return, nhe listened Intently for
the sound of the footsteps of the Beg.
Had she Hiicceeded? In spite of the
danger which threatened Hugh Itenwlck,
and the ominous absence of Captain
Gorltz, she felt that there wbh a chanco
that all might still ho well. Whero was
Captain GorltzV The tale that ho had
gone upon a journey was an indention,
of course. Ho was hero In Sarajevo: If
not In the house where she was held a
prisoner, at least somewhere near, where
he could be sure of tho culmination of
the plot to remoe Hugh ltenwick, with
out himself being Itnohed In any un
pleasant Issues. From tho nppearance
of the Beg of rtataj and of the man kho
had met at the foot of tho stalls, she
knew that any dreadful deed was pos
sible In tho darkness of the secluded
streets outside the house, In the garden
below, or In the house Itself. But she
did not despair. It was easier to win
money by keeping within the law than
by breaking It. The Beg was a rogue,
but money was his fetish, and Marlshka's
bribe was the larger.
As Urn moments lengthened and the
man did not return, hope ebbed, and she
grew anxious. The small metal clock
on the table In tho corner Indicated the
hour. It was half-past 11. In half
an hour. If the Beg had not delivered
her note, Hugh Henwlck would come
to find her, unless she brajhed a
silent prajer unless he had not yet
Victor, after a icceptlve Interval,
shrugged the hand off,
"She was right," he said gravely.
"That's why I let her go,"
"You are a big man, Vic, old fellow,"
comforted Jerry, '.'bigger even than I
thought. And the time needs big men.
You'll have to throw yourself Into things
now things that make jou forget."
"No," declared Victor, turning sud
denly,; "I don't want to forget. So lohg
as I live, Jerry, the picture of that girl
giving up her Immediate personal hap
piness for the sake of her duty will re
main and be an Inspiration to me.
"It's a message to me, too," affirmed
Jerry.
"It's a message to all America,"
echoed Ruth, thinking of the grave
symptoms Jhey had been discussing half
an hour before. "Duty before eaae or
there will presently be no eane,"
"You are right, Ruth," said Victor
solemnly.
And even Aunt Letltla nodded.
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He took off his fez and ;poke to her
reached Sarajevo! For hours she had,
prayed that he had followed her. for
that was the proof of his devotion that
her heart required of him : but now she
prayed just as fervently that he had not
come. The notion of another attempt to
escape occurred to her, but when she
got up and peered down Into the dark
ness of the stairway which led below,
her courage failed her, and she remem
bered the man at the foot of the other
stair. Zubeydch, too, was near, nnd
while she was planning, the woman
passed Into the harem and closed the
door behind her.
She peered out of the window Into the
garden, searching its Bhadovv.s for signs
of a guard, but all was quiet, except
for tho sound of whlsnerinir voices.
which might have come from the street
or from the house adjoining. In the
dim light she watched the hour hand of
tno clocK as it slowly moved around the
dial. Ten. fifteen minutes passed, and
still sho heard no sound of footsteps.
What If Hugh came while the Beg
was absent searching for him? She
knew that there must be other men be
sides the villain she had met at tho foot
of the stairs. What orders had the
Beg given his men? And what orders
had he countermanded? The silence was
closing In upon her like a fog. She
could not bear it. What If Hugh were
nlrcady at the foot of the stairs wait
ing to knock upon tho door of the
harem as she had directed? The sus
pense was killing her. She rose quietly
and tried the door of tho dutap Into the
corridor which led to the haicm. It was
locked.
She staggered and clung to the wall
to keep from falling. She saw It all now.
Gorltz had Intercepted the note she had
ent by Yeva, They were In there
Zubeydch, the Beg and his men,- and
perhaps Gorltz, too, waiting waiting for
the two knocks at the steps below. And
then the door would oe opened, and
Hugh "(
The bell of the catnedral tolled, and
fearfully she counted Its strokes. It
was 1" o'clock.
CHAPTER XVII
The Man in Armor
RENWICK waited In his place of con
cealment near the blue door, listen
ing and watching eagerly. Something
was happening in the house with the
meshreblya windows, for It was after
midnight, and all islam was asleep.
There were sounds of whispering again,
but when he peered out there was no one
in sight. Then he thought he heard foot
steps ; but whether they came from the
direction of the house of the lighted win
dow, or whether from up the street he
could not yet decide. Now he was sure
of them. Some one was approaching over
I he rough cobbles from the alley be
hind him I He crouched into a placo of
concealment behind a broken lattice, flat
tening himself against the door, and
waited breathless. He did not dare to
look out, for the figure was almost upon
him, but the footsteps now silent, now
moving rapidly forward, Indicated the
stealth of a man who evades pursuit or
fears detection. Presently a shadow,
loomed beside him as a man paused for
A moment beside the doorway where
Renwick stood, so close that the English
man could hear Ils breathing, and then
moved on to the corner of the wider
street a few feet away. Even yet, Ren
wick feared to move, but at last, as the
man went on toward the wall of the blue
door, Renwick risked detection, and
peered out.
The figure glanced at the blue door,
and then turning quickly, went with long
strides down the street toward the house
with the meshreblya windows. Ren
wlck's glance had been but a momentary
one, but In It he had marked a huge
figure. In a squarish hat and Ill-fitting
clothes. Gustav Llnke! In his hand,
clutched like a weapon, he still carried
his atrocious umbrella. A grotesque, out.
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night! What was he dolllgSUre near the
house of the lighted windows? Renwick
sprang from his place" of concealment,
whispering Unke's name ; but when ha
reached tho corner of the alley the man
was twenty paces away, and so bent
upon his mission that he heard nothing,
Renwick halted Instinctively, and In tho
moment of hesitation, his opportunity
waB lost. As wisdom had ureed caution
while Renwick had waited, so doubly It
urged It now, I.lnke moved llke'a man
with a mission, and Renwick peered
forth from the angle of the wall watch
ing eagerly, sure now of what that mis
"slon was the pursuit of Marishka
Strahni ! .
He saw the man stop beneath the
lighted windows, look up, and then with
a glance to right and left, enter the
shadow of the mosque and disappear
within the small court beside the house. -Renw
Ick thought rapidly and clearly. In
the court where Llnke had disappeared
there must be another entrance to tha
house. For a fleeting second, the idea
entered Renwlck's head to follow tha
man, and trust to fortune ; but the wall
and blue door opposite tempted him. In
side the garden, at least there would be
a chanco for concealment, and a vantage
point from which ho could watch and
hear what went on within the house.
Ho waited a moment, trying to de
cide whether or not he had better risk
detection in the narrow strip of moon
light, or wait and see If any one moved
In the street below, He was on the
point of taking tho chance when from
tho door of a house Just below him.
several men emerged. It was difficult
to determine how many there were, but
Renwick thought that thero were at
least four perhaps five; but vyhether
Bosnians or Turks he could not de
cide. And from their stealth and si
lence, nnd the rapidity with which they
followed the tall figure of Llnke Into
the dark passage, the obvious Inference
was that they were bent upon mischief.
There was no further tlmo- to plan, so
Renwick, with a quick look to the right
and left, darted furtively across to the
gato of tho blue door and tried the latch.
It was unlocked, and quickly he entered
the garden: with his hand unon th
revolver In his belt he waited, listening,
but there was no sound within but tho
plashing of the water of the fountain.
His eyes had grown accustomed to the
darkness, and he searched the shadows
of the bushes by the reflected moonlight
which silvered the upper stories of the
building. He saw that thero was a door
near the center of the house facing tho
fountain, and upbtalrs In the windows
over It was the dull glow of a lamp
or lantern. The windows of tho other
room, which he had observed from
across the street, were now darkened.
This was curious, but there was no
time to debate upon It. He must act
quickly. He was sure now that Marishka
was somewhere in this house, a prison
er. She had sent, for him, or why
should Llnke be hei? He drew the
revolver from the folds of his sash,
and with a keen glance to right and
left, crouching below the level of the
shrubbery, he reached the door of the
house and tried it.
It was locked. He hesitated for a
moment, looking over his shoulder, and
then slipping his wenpon into his belt
again, he put a foot Into the trellis be
side the doorway and began climb
ing. It was a dangerous thing to at
tempt, for as he emerged from the shad
ows below, his fleuro would be clearly
outlined against the moonlit wall, and a
well directed shot from the garden
would send him clattering down like a
maimed squirrel from a tree But tha
game was worth the candle, for ha had
seen that the window In the room above
the door was open, and as he liad de
rided to enter the house at any cost,
this was the only way. But It was slow
work, for the trellis was old, and
creaked beneath his weight, and once,
when his foot slipped, ho thought he
must surely be discovered. Then he
waited, with Ills fingers almost at the
window ledee. listening. He heard tha
low murmur of voices, but thev seemed
10 come irora anoiner pari or tne mind
ing, and so risking the whole venture
In one effort, he quicklv raised his heart
above the level of the window-ledge,
and peered In. At first he saw only tha
flickering shadows of a lamp hanging
from the celling, and then a figure In
the corner opposite, which startled him
until he saw that It was Immovable a
suit of armor upright against the wall.
The room appeared to be empty, and so
he grasped the Inside of the sill, and
hauled himself up until his shoulders
were within the window opening,
It was then that a female figure start
ed up from a couch lust beside him,
stifling a crv. The light from the lan
tern above fell full upon her face, and
her eyes were staring at him In terror.
It was Marishka. He whlsnered her
name, but still she stared at him wildly
and It was not until then that he re
membered his disguise. "
He took off his fez, and spoke to her
again. .
"Marishka. It Is I, Hugh !'
Ho saw her stare and then take a pace
toward him as he clambered Into the
room, and In a moment she was In his
arms.
"Hugh beloved I" she murmured
brokenly, as she leaned heavllv against
him. "I have been so frightened "
"Marishka! Your hands are Ice cold.
They have kept you here against your
will?"
"Yes And you Hugh they'ra
tried"
"Don't fear," he smiled. "I've as
many lives as a cat. Didn't you hear
me scratching my way up the wall?
Sh "
Ha left her for a moment, and peered
out Into the darkness of the garden. All
was silent as before, and so he returned
and took her In his arms again,
"You've forgiven me?" he whispered.
"Need you ask? Oh, Hugh, I'vo
wanted you so I"
"Thank God for that." Their lips met
and she clung to him, all the pitiful
longings of her days and nights of
misery In her caress, the dependence
of helpless womanhood, but greater than
that, the fear tor his safety, which took
precedence over hei- own.
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