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LORR the road. . the war- puzat ote town. traffic that the he 4 found nimeetf ot leat at the entrance Une ‘ CHAPTER IV. {Oontinued.) Traine East and West. rT! 9 HEY raeet have crossed the Saar on the bridg¢ from Saint-Johann, then’ I heard that Utdens had been signalled near the » Dut I didn't believe it, Uhlans in France? Georges, when are you fellows going to chase them back?” “This morning—you're just in time, @s usual,” said. Georges, airily. “Do you want me to give you an idea of our postttone? massed along the frontier trom BI and Mets to Hagenau and Strasbour, ‘The Prussians lie at right angles to ‘us from Mains to Leuterburg and from Trier to Saarbruck. Except near Baarbruck they are on their side of the boundary, let me tell you! Look! Now you can see Forbach through the trees. We're there and we're at Baint-Avold and Bitsch and mund, too. Jack raised bie binoculars and ry, & regiment—no, t least—of cavalry. cuirassiers, too. Good hea’ ‘Thetr breastplates take the heliographs! where; there's an artillery that road beyond Saint-Avold. Here, take the glasses.” “Keep them-I know where thi are. ‘hat time Je it, Jack? My re- peater is running wild—as if it were jasing Pruspiani “It's half-pi I had no idea that Is was so la! Ha! there goes . long the hill. See it? ‘They're headed for Saarbruck! Georges, what's that big marquee in , the wheat field? ig there,” said “those troopers are Hundred Suddenly a spot of white vapor ap- peared over the spire of Saarbruc! then another, then three together, little round clouds that bugg mo- th ‘wavered, split, and* disap- in the suns! only to followed by more round cloud clots, A moment later the dull mutter of cannon disturbed the morning air, distant rumblings and faint shocks seemed to come from an Infinite a now, in the valley be- low, the long roads grew black with moving columns of cavalry and ar- tllery; the alive with infantry, dim red squares and oblonga, creeming across ‘the landscape toward tbat line of silver, the Saar, . Jack @at sketching in ® nras: covered book, raising his brown eyes from time to time, or writing on & pad laid flat on his saddle-pummel, Suddenly the wind chgnged, and thelr ears were filled witi®the hollow boom of cannon. And now, nearer than they could have believed, the crash of volley firing mingled with the whirring crackle of Gatlings and the spattering rattle of Montieny. wi- trailleuses from the Guard artillery. A moment later a bugle began to sound the assembly; blue-clad caval- rymen appeared as by magic from every thicket, every field, every h low, while below, in the nearer valley, another bugle, shrill and fantastic, summoned the squadrons to the co! ors. Already the better part of a regiment had gathered, four abrei along the red road. k could their eagles now, gilt and circled with gilded wreaths. He pocketed sketch book and pad and. turned his horse out through the poids to tl a ned “We're au; jeorges. “Thank heaven! and the devil take oo Will you ride witb us, Jack? We've driven the Prus- sians across the Saar.” d to his troopers and sig- y. fe turn nalled the trumpeter. “Trot!” erled; and the squadron of bhussara moved off down the iy in & whirl pel ross the hills, the white the Hundred Guards flashed in the sunshine, rising, falling, as the horses plunged up the hills. For a moment Jack caught‘a glimpse in the Cistance, a car- receded by outriders in crim- id, and followed by & mase ering cuirassiers ‘3 the Emperor. war cheer,’ «ried Geo rose in his saddle and drew and at the same instant a Pp shook the regiment to its centre— CHAPTER V. An Unexpected Encounter. iT was a little after noon when the regiment halted on the Saint-Avold high- way, blocked in front by @ train of Guard artillery, and on elther flank by columns of infantry—voltigours, red-legged fan- tassins loaded with camp equipment, engineers in crimson and bluish-black, and a whole battalion of Turcos, scarlet fez rakishly hauled down over ‘one eur, canvas zouave trousers tucked into canvas leggings that Stted their finely moulded ankles Ilka loves, “See here, George! sald Jack, raddenly, “I've promised to be pack , at Morteyn before da! and if your regiment is going stick here much Wonger I'm going on. ‘ou want jond your des- patches?” asked George: "You could ride on to Saarbruck end. from there. Will you? up the regtment later.” ‘Jack touched spurs to hts horse and ft ry ite shrill é drums schoing trom wall to yr and the ear- oh flour- of trumpets § mi: ith the heavy rumble of artillery and the cracking of leather thongs, In the sea of faces around him he recogni: the correspondent of the Lon Times. wi ‘ “Hello, Williams!” he called, “wher the devil is the telegraphte oe deppian Cik ean ass the ae perspira: wa’ bit hand epasmodically, 295 Z “The military are usin, have to wait until four o'clock. ‘ou with ue in thie scrimmage? The lows are down by the Hotel Poat trying to mend the wires there. Archi- 1d e ig with the Germans!” Jack turned in his saddie with a friendly gesture of thanks and adieu. If he were going to send bis 4 toh he had no tt to waste in Baar bruck—he understood that at a glance. He touched up his horse an away, headed Araight for Forbach: For he had dectded that at Forbach was his chance to beat the oth correspondents, he chance, knowing that In case the graph ere was also occupied could still get back to Morteyn, and ne er | Ha bale fe) be the ere w to their respecti journals. 2 ‘el It was three tered into the it; you'll Are "clock when he clat- Mie pusben ‘tia wey past the Hotel Post and into the garden, whi at table, an old general sat reoding ee ith @ hasty glance at bim, Jack bowed and asked permission to take the unoccupied chair and use the table. The officer inclined his head with a peculiatly graceful movement, and, without more ado, Jack sat down, placed his pad flat on the brian and wrote bis despatch in pen- «Forbac August, 1870. war Was fired ten o'clock. At that opened on, Odaenr artillery. inved until twelve. Ge evi A. yj neh are pushing across the Baar by means of poatoons; the three arg also being rapidly re x arene it fs te that a ti German on je will ber four officers and seventy-nine men killed—wounded unknown. e Frene! lost six officers and eighty men killed; wo -) Hat not ory et Prince Imperial. er “The truth is that the whole affair was ly more than @ skirmii handful of the 2d Battalion of Fusiliers, tery of Prussian arnillery have for dara sian artillery have faced and held in shea meek ‘French a thet easinim ghd “ pat a ag ey ing cel ") = ea ae as a victory, Eu. paused, frow.ing and biting his pencil. Presently he noticed that sev- btn a vd ie Hund watching him f: gentinels of the sane oor Wom pa- trolling the garden, their long, ‘Dayo- neted carbons over their steel-bound shoulders. At the same moment his fd fell upon the old officer beside him, The officer ralsed his head. It was the Emperor, Napoleon II) Jack was startled, and inatiym- ively stood up very straight, al fe did when surprised. der the Emperor's crimson kepl, heavy with gold, the old, old eyes, half closed, fred at him, as a drow- bussard watches tho sky, ..ith omy changeless gaze. His face was mi waxed at the ends. of his crimson cap the hair straggied forward, half hiding two large, wrin- kled, yellow ears. ‘ith a smile and a slight gesture oxquisitely courteous, Emperor said: ‘Pray do not allow me to interrupt ou, monsieur; old soldiers are of small account when «# nation's news- papers wait.” “ire!” protested Jack, flushing. Napoleon Lll.’s ¢; twinkled, and picked up his letter again, still jing. uch good news, monateur, should be kept waiting. You are Eng- ish? No? Then American? Oh!” ‘The Emperor rolled « cigarette, into vacancy with dream: narrow as slits in a mask. Jac! down again, pencil in hand, @ lit- d uncertain. r struck a wax match on @ gold match box, leaning his elbow on the table to steady his shak- ing hand, Presently he slowly crossed one bagsy red-trouser knee over the other and, blowing a cloud of ager tte smoke into the sunshine, sald: I suppose your despatch will ar- rive considerably in advance of the telegrams of the other corre: d~ enta, who seem to be blocked ip re bruck?” He glanced obliquely at Jack, grave and impassable, “T trust so, aire,” sald Jack, seri~ The Bape Jaugned outright, crumpled the lett in his ved hand, tossed the ct ae painfully, leaning for too, " gala Napoleon, play- ipting to con- “t [ry “Monsiew! fully, as though att et eons. regiment or two carry ‘Saarbruck’ on their colors, What motto should they also perry” Jack spoke before tended It— he never knew why: Sire, the only know is this: ‘Tiens ta Foy!'" ¢ The Man of December turned his aaron Gin on ws: Fe00, SewiOs lignit; al Ce of all living - wa, ponasseed, the Emperor passed mowiy through @ break, of to reach Morjeyn before dark, ti y it at an easy cancer, 80 he i the garfen and entered the little hotel, the clash of presented carbines ringing in the still alr bebind him, Jack gat down, considerably exer- he said. The splendid old cru- sader's motto, “Keep Thy Faith,” was scarcely the motto to suggest to the man of the Coup d’Etat, tho ‘man of Rome, the man of Mexico. The very bones of Victor Noir would twist in their coffin at the words; and the lungs of that other Victor, the one named Hugo, would awell and expand until the bellowing voice rang like a Jersey fog siren over the channel, over the ocean, till the seven seas vibrated and the four winds swept it to the four ends of the earth. Very soberly he finished his de- spatch, picked up his gloves and crop and again walked over to the tele- graph station. The censor read the pencilicd scrawl, smiled, drew a red pencil h through eome of it, smiled again gnd said: “I trust it will not inconvenience Monsieur too much.” “Not at all,” said Jack pleasantly, He had not expected to get it al! ‘A through, and he bowed and thanked the censor and went out to where his cropping the tender horae = stot reading chestnut tree. leaves of a nt or two, f stant apire. © hep inverted hands, at. the @) ap\®Sourself!” Bd he fired one shot, standing his aim. 7~ of Saarbruck. one Presently he turp¢d into-the river road ay See ote Lenmar tarry great highway to z ou te angle. Front th ib crows-road oduld see the rainy, where of freight cars/dtawn by a puffing locomotive, was paesi re of all colors, marked on one end ‘“Elsass Lothringen,” of the other “Alsace- Lorraine,’ son He had brought With him a slice of bread and a flusk.of Moselle, and, as he had had no time to eat since day~ he gravely began munching away, drinking now and then from his flask and absently eying the road ahead. He promise. as easily kept! thought of Lorraine and of hit If only all promises wei He had plenty of time king his korse walk up the hills while he ewal- lowed his bread and wine and mus on wi i love and emperors, : He made out five mounted troopers, moving about on the crest of @ hill, the sun slanting on stirrup metal and lance tip. The next moment he seized his bridle, drove both spurs into hi horse and plunged ahead, dropping pipe and flask in the road unheeded. At the same time a hoarse shout came quavering across the fiel shout as harsh hwy eee is menacing cry of a hawk; but he dashed on, raising a whirlwind of red dust. Now he could see them plainly enough, their slim boots, their yellow facings and reverses, the shiny little steel lances, from which black and white ponnons streamed. They were Uhlans! For a minute it was @ question in his mind whether or not they would be able to cut him off, A ditch jn the meadow halted them for a second or two, but they took it like chamois and came cantering up toward the high road, shouting hoarsely and brandish- ing their lances. It was true that, being a non-com- batant and a foreigner with a pass- port, and, furthermore, an accredited newspaper correspondert, he had nothing to fear except, Perbane, a tedious detention and a long-winded explanation. But it not that. He had promised to be at Morteyn by night, and now, if these lans caught him and marched him off to their main post, would certainly spend one night jeast in the woods or fields, A sudden anger, almost a fury, seized him that these men should interfere with his promise; that they should in any way influence own free going and coming, and he struck his horse with the riding- crop and clattered on along the high- wa It!" shouted a voice, In German it! or we fire!” and i French: alt! We shall fi They were not from the road now, but he saw that he could pass them easily. “Halt! bait!" they shouted, breath- Jens. Inatinctively he ducked, seme mom 5 pel ite! vers began, and two bullets sang past near enough to make his cars tingle. ‘Then they settled down to outride him; he heard their scurry and jingle behind, and for a minute or two they held their own, he forged ahead, and they began to ciged in his mind, thinking of what shoot at him’from their saddles. of them, time in shootin ways behind, and now he seemed to be drawing nea! closing up the a big, couched, clattering up the bill; but, the others had alr hind, watching the race from the bot- to self, digging both horse! “I'll not prove faithiess to her first request—not if I know it. Goo Lord! how near that Ublan ts!” and finally shouted: no soldier! back or <'Il fire ne Colt’s and shook it above his tingecand the bullets bussed id fe times—and the bullets buzzed aroun ndt.was § ovclock, by his watch when, ees tal ae oan: now entirely deserted except ial erowmer errawor—wrth fury, and under. thats the heavy. six-shyoter, straight up through the dust; there was a gleam of yallow, a flash of a falling Jance,.@ groan. gall rideriess hind him, mane tossing in the whirl- ing dust. - + With sudden instinct Jack drew bridle and wheeled his mount—the riderless horse tore past him—and he trotted soberly back to the dusty heap in the road. have been a nobler impulse, dismounted and bent over the fallen mgn. arms by the shoulders and drew him toward the roadside. heavy, his spurs dragged in the dust. Very gently Jack propped him up against a poplar tree, looked for a 4 Moment at the wound in his head, and other Uhlans came racing and tearing uphill, sacks, and ha vaylted into his saddle and again set spurs to his horse. derstood that thoroughly, and settled is down Xo it, bending low in the saddle, bridle in one hand, revolver in the other. thoughts dwelt now on Lorraine, now on stricken in the red dust of the high- way. He seemed to see him yet, blond, dusty, the sweat in beads on his blanched cheeks, the crimson fur- row in his colorless scalp, low shoulder-knots bearing the regi- mental number * that he had shot a trooper of the 11th Uhlans, and that the lith Uhlan - iment was Rickerl's regiment. set his teeth and stared fearfully over his shoulder, cased; the Uhians, dismounted, were gathered about the tree under which their comrade lay gasping. brought his horse to a gallop, to a canter, and finally horse was not winded, but it trem- bled jather, that he could keep “is word to Lor- err LD RUSSIAN WAR Romance @QDOPGPOOHDGHODGHDOSGHOGOGOHOOOOOL DOGQHGOGODSHOOS) raine, And now, too, he began to feel the fatigue of the day amd the strain of tho last two hours. In his excitement he had not noticed that two bullets had passed through his % jacket, one close to the pocket, one 2 ripping the gun-pads at the collar, The horse, too, was bleeding from the shoulder, where a long, raw k traced the fight of grasing lace was palo and serious when, ening, he rode into the porte- cochere of the Chateau de Neaville and dismounted, stiffly. He was sore, fatigued, and covered with dust from cap to spur; his eyes, heavily ringed but bright, roamed restlessly from window to poreh. “I've kept my faith,” he muttered to himself—“I've kept my faith, any~ way.” But now ho n to unde! stand what might follow if he, a foreigner and a non-combatant, was ever caught by the llth regiment of Uhlans. It sickened him when he thought of what he had done; he could find no excuse for himself—not even the shots that had come éinging about his cars. Who was he, a for- eigner, that he should shoot down @ brave German cavalryman who was simply following instructions? His promise to Lorraine? Was that suf- ficient excuse for taking human life? Puzzled, weary, and profoundly sad, he stood thinking, undecided what to do. He knew that he had not killed the Uhlan outright, but whether or not the soldier could recover be was un- certain. So he was puszied and.tired and unhappy ‘when Lorraine, her Arms full of brpok lillies, came down the grayel drive and sald: “You have kept yout faith; you shall wear a lily for me! Will you?" He could not meet her eyes, he could scarcely reply to her'shy ques- over its smarting 1 bling it her- self. “Walt for me,” she eald; “T inalet. You must find a glass of wine for yourself and go with old Pierre and dust your clothes. Then come ba I shall be in the arbor.’ He looked after her until she tered the stables, leading the hausted horse with a tenderness touched him deeply. He felt #o mean, so contemptible, so utterly beneath the notice of this child who stood grieving over his wounded Loree. ‘A dusty and dirty and perspiring man is at a disadvantage with him: self, His misdeme.nors assurhe ex- aggerated propoftion: pecially when he is confronted with a girl ins cool gown that is perfumed by blossoms pure and «potie: d fragrant as the young breast that crushes them, So when he, had found old Plerre and had followed him to a bathroom the water that hed the stains from brow and wrist seemed al#o to purify the stain that is popularly supposed to resist earthly ablutions. A clean ‘EO is not a proverb, but there are, per- id he whipped out haps, worse maxims In the world. Vien he dried his face and looked into the mirror, his sins had dwindled @ bit; when Pierre dusted his cloth and polished his spurs and boots assumed a brighter aspect. Fatigue, too, came to dull that busybody. —that tireless, gossiping gadabout— Fatigue and remorse are umber and the white fla, but little by Little however, had not w: Jack heard him, al- steadily but slowly between them. Jack glanced back. There he was, blond, bony UWhian, lance y halted*far be- of the Incline. Tiens ta Foy,” be muttered to him- spurs into his nced behind, hesitated, "Go back! Tam Go back!" “I'l show you!" bellowed the Uh- your hore»! or when I Again he Jack, angrily ead. With a derisive yell the Uhlan away—once, twice, three He swung ised fea, “then take It "get a dogcart; to Morteyn, You lawn. etill up in big atirrups to steady ‘He heard a cry, he saw a horse rear will find me in Is the Marqui: “No, Mo locked up “And the “Dame! sieur.” So Jack walked downstairs and out through the porch to the lawn, where he saw Lorraine already seated In the arbor, placing the long-stemmed lilies in gilded bowls. It may “It will be dark soon,” he said, for Jacke stepping up beside ber. “Thank you for being good to my horse. Is it more than a scratch?" *No—it is nothing. The horse shall stand in our stable until to-morrow. Are you very tired? Bit; beside me. Do you care to tell me anything of what you did?” “Do you care to know?” “Of course,” she said, Bo he told her; not not of that ride and the shots from the spoke of the Empero! battle that had seemed like in a painted landscape. He to! too, of Georges Carrier. “Why, | know him,” brightening with pleasure; charming—Isn’t he?” “why, yes.” said Jack; but for all he tried his voice sounded coldly. “Monsieur Marne. do you think that Lieut. Carrier may oome to Mor- the turret,’ palloon?” Je n’en sais rien, mon- Then, as he ed on, pale and tight lipped, a horse tiindered along bs- trembling Then he raised him in bis The Uhlan was hallooing like Cos- il, however— Now it was a ride for life; he un- And as he rode his sobered the great, lank Uhlan lying te: “He sald he would; I—er—I hope he will, Don't you?” “I? Oh, y; When will he come?” “I don't kfow," said Jack, sulktly. “Oh! I thought you we ry fond of him and that, of course, you would know when” “Nobody knows; if he’s gone with the army into Germany it !s impos; sible to say when the war will end.” Then he made a silly, boorish obser- vation, which was, “f hope for your sale he will come soon.” Oh, but he was ashamed of it now! ‘The groom in the atable yonder would have had better tact. “Take your dogeart and go back to Morteyn,” said Lorraine, quietly. He had seen, too, the padded yel- and he knew The pursuit had Jack to a trot. 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DDODOQOGHODHHOOHDGOIDHOGHGHOGWOHDGHOHIDDGHHOSGGHOSGOS ME A Farce-Romance of the Big Outdoors; Alive With Laughter, Thrills and body and a clean conscience tion, “Let me atay; I am ashamed,” he ead, turning red. “No; Ido not wish to see you again —for a long, long time—forever.” “Do you send me away?” “Yes.” “Why?t" “Because you are more than rude.” wae ashamed; forgive me.” “No.” She glanced up at him‘ from her drooping. lashes, She bad pardoned him long ago. a she repeated, “IT cannot for- lorraine —— “There is the dog-cart,” she whis- pered, almost breathiessly. So he sald good-night and went away. She stood on the dim lawn, her arms full of bayer Ustening to the sound of the wheels until they died way beyond the park gate. She had turned whiter than the Iiifes at her breast. This was be- cause she was still very young and not quite as wise as some maidens. For the same reason she left her warm bed that night to creo the rden and slip into and lay her tear-stalned oh neok of Jack's horse. on the CHAPTER VI. From the Frontier. JRING the next three days, for the first time since he had known her, aid not go to see Lorraine. How he stood it—how he ever dragged through those miserable hourehe himseif never could unde: otand. . On the fourth day he met her, by chance, in the woods. “Dear me,” eaid, very calmly, “T thought you had quite forgotten me, Why have you not been to the Chauteu, Monsieur Marche?’ ‘And this, afer she hdd told him to go a’ and not to return! Wise in the little busy ways.of the world he rh uneducated in the was specchloss. “And how,” she sald, with the alr of an early Christian tete-a-tete with Nero—"and now you do not speak to me? Why? i Because,” he blurted out, “I you did not care to bave iB thought me!” Bu sorrow, grief gave place to pity in her eyes. ‘What a allly man!” ¢he observed. ‘I am going to sjt down on the moss, Aro you ‘intending to call upon my father? He is still in the turret, you can 6 1 will tell you what he Is doing.’ Yes, he had @ moment to spatecey many moments he hoped would understand that!—but bp heen ne I. + jim pay ne stood be le al & moment, eying ti water as though it bad Gens him personal injury. “The balloon is Cog ready, steering-gear and all,” she sald. “f saw papa yesterday for a moment 1 tried to get him to stay with me, but he could not.” She looked wistfully across the river. Jack watched her. His heart ached dhe bent nearer. give me for cousiie yoo, ony be 7 hana he said, “Will you?” Ob! where was hi nce now? Bo far beneath ner! 5 “These four days have been the 10 mé, the most it iF lived,” he said. The emotion in his voice brought the soft color to her face, She did not answer; she would hi if she had wished to check him. “I will never again, a# long ae I live, give you one moment’e—dis- pleasure.” He was going to eay “pain,” but be dared not. And he returned to the.Chateau de Nesville to lunch with her. As they salts distant vibration startled them bo! “What ts it? she asked, “Cannon!” Yos, it was cannon—they knew it Row—cannon — throbbin, throbbi along the Morison where the crags o! the Geisberg echoed the dull thun- der and shook it far out across the vineyards of Wissembourg, where th heights of K: » resounding, to the moun- Then he sat down. taing in the north, “Why—why does it seem to come nearer?” asked Lorraine. “Nearer?” He knew it had come nearer, but how could he tell her what that meant? “I am going up t© speak to id Jack, carelessly; i Johaerupt her father! Lorraine fair- Y, gasped. “Stay here,” he added, with the faintest touch of authority in his 3 and before she could protest, sped away up the staircase and round the long circu- lar stairs that led up to the single turret. A Mittle out of breatil, he knocked at the door which faced the top step. There was no answer, He rapped again, impatiently. A voice started him: “Lorraine, I am busy!" “Open!” called Jack; “there ts po time to lose!” Suddenly the door was jerked back and ‘the marquis appeared, pale, handsome, his eyes cold and blue as icebergs. “Monsieur Marche’— he began, al- most discourteously. “Pardon,” interrupted Jack! “I am going into your room. I wish to look out of that turret window. Come also you must know what to ¢: * Astonished, almost angry, the Mar- quis de Nesville followed him to the turret window, “Oh,” said Jack, softly, staring out into the sunshine, “it is time, is ft not, that we knew what was going on along the frontier? Look there! On the horizon vast shapeless clouds lay piled, gigantic coils and masses of vapor, dark, ominous, illuminated by faint, pallid lights that played under them incessantly; and over all towered one tall column of smoke, spreading above like an enormous palm tree, But this was not all, The vast panorama of hill and valley and plain, out by roads that und lated ke narrow satin ribbons on a brocaded surface, was covered with your Action dear- Vengeance should be hers! hi moving objects, swi Green hill grew black man tide, to she sorth and oblongs an across the land, Derceptibly. is an army eoming,” said the marquis. “It is a rout,” sal@ Jack, quietly. th The marqtis moved suddenly, 48 jittie flat fur-erested though to avoid a Blow, ‘hat troops are those?” he asked, after a silence, 6 Fré&ow army,” replied ‘Have you mot heard the cannonade?” “No—my machines mane coffe noise ear it now, inet clowi—a fire? battle cloud.” horizon T* Sea guns. oy nd Baarbruck—yea, and Worth; they are nearer now. the battle has gone against: French. be sted * you know?” demanded the ule, “L have seen battles. One need only Neteh and look at the army yonder, They Will pass Morteya; I think they will pass for miles through the coun- try. It looks to me like @ retreat ward Mets, but Iam not sure, The fhrongs of troops below are hig Po not the regular geometrical figures that you nee to the north. Those are regiments and divisions moving toward the west in good order.” The two men stepped back into the room and faced each other. gag nn I believe, , almost im- forced ae at the ‘The artillery woth soam's grace fea arian Division, with the hu- Ba Our posts x the First Turcos on there was o most ‘The next thing I Bavarians, th ims beating, helmets ali bobbing... lees y up the Geisberg. and t. Jack, those fellows went through the vin fiends eyards like astride \ » That was at 2 o'closk. “Tha MT ig egg elm: \. bie entire division. a6 7 “After the rain the flood, after the 4 rout the invasioi said Jack, firmly. “You cannot kn: it too quickly. You know it now, and you can make your plains.” He was thinking of Lorraine's safety when he spoke, but the mar- aula turned instinctively to @ mass of machinery and chemical nalia betind him. eA “You will have your hands full” said Jack, repressing an ani meer; “if you wish, my aunt D lorteyn will charge herself with Mile, de Neavill safety.’ “True, Lorraine might go to Mor- teyn,” murmured the marquis, ab- sently, examining @ smoky Tetort halt Alled with a silvery heap of dust. “Then, may I drive her over after dinner?” ‘wa replied the other, indiffer- y. Jack started toward the stairs, hes- itated, and turned around. “Your inventions are not safe, of course, if the German army comes. Do you need my help?” ‘My inventions are my own affairs,” aald the marquis, angrily. Jack flushed scarlet, swung on hi heels, and marched out of the room and down the stal A tow mifiutes later he and Lor- re starting for Morteyn. cart—her light touch was on his arm. He turned to the groom orse’ ead, sprang to his sea! dd nodded. Lorraine leaned ke looked up at the turret where her father was. En oute!" cried Jac! cheerily, snapping his ribbon-dec! whip. At the same instant a hoi Iryman, gray with dust with blood and sweat, ai He turned a deathly face to theirs, tottored, and called out— cried Jack, amased. ‘Give me a h tor Heaven's ako!” he gasped. “I've just killed mine, I—I must get to Meta by mid- CHAPTER VII. Alde-de-Camp. JORRAINE and Jack sprang |, to the road from opposite | oides of the vehtole; Georges's drawn face was stretched into an attempt at a smile which was ghastly, for the stiff black blood that had caked in @ dripping ridge from his forehead to bis chin cracked and grew moist and scarlet and his hollow cheeks whitened under the coat of dust.. But he drew hi self up by an, effort and saluted Lor- raine with @ punctilious deference that etill had « touch of jauntiness to it—the jauntiness of a youthful cav- alry officer in the presence of a pretty woman. “There isn't a horse in the stable that can carry you to Mets," said Lorraine quietly. “Diable is lameand not shod, 1 can give you may y, » are in our rear, everywhere. The railroad is torn up, the viaducts smashed, the wires cut, d general deuce to pay. I ran into @ Uhlan or two—you notice it per- haps,” he added, with a grim smile. “Could you drt me to Morteyn? Do you think the Vicomte would lend me a horse?” “Of course he would,” said Jack; here is room for three,” glance at Lorraine. “Indeed, there ways room for @ soldier of Francet" cried Torralt At the same moment she instinctly laid o} Their eyes spoke for generous appeal that was met and answered & response jelicate color into hang on behind,” pleaded Georg ‘I'm so dirty, you know.” But they bundled him Into the seat between them, and Jack touched his horse's ear t shone in her b; lass in hand, ga shaking his gray head. Jack began to fire voll tion the young huss they tered the for Georges replied as best he could. “I don't know very much about ft; I was detached rday and taken on Gen. Douay’ aff. We were at ‘Winsembourg—you know that little town on the Lauter where the vine: yards cover everythi ind the moun- tains are pretty steep to the north and west. All I know is this: ut 6 o'clock this morning our out} on the hills to the south began sing - By Rex Beach Qnd starts and jerks that we Georges’ t von Kirchbach, He gtood ia the den—he'd been hit, Toomand bawl for the artillery. Then they came ate w jain in three divisions. Wh« they got all their regiments I doi know, but their Seventh Grenadier savsnin, eitGuslthie, their Fo! wovent y~ ya , Fightioth and Bisntyreeveath ie ments of the ling, not coun! Jager battalion and no lery. They carried lare—a hill—and they ting everything. We fi I don’t know breaks my heart wh we couldn't hold t re, Syare some Bot into @ sort of panic— are annoying us consider- bly. The Turcos fought ‘We irly riddled the Fifty-eighth Prus- sians—their king's regiment, you know. It was the Corps that did for us. be later.” to reach him by wire, but those founded Uhian: thing. My deae “Taiow meh a They all tried to Kittle, aagat Jack chirped to Ria heres, tae that sober animal seemed to feel tae? preasion, for he responded in fitmis un- ecb- bout'to turn out into*? the Morteyn eh where the Me ended, Jack suddénly checked J horse and rose to bis feet. 5 “What is it?” asked I see! Oh, look!” y e lodding fast toward the Bg 0, were black with canteoted. Same with thelr rm ble rows, eyes vacant, Neads base Above the thickets of rifles sweep. ing Png mounted officers sat in their saddles, carried as thou the mmirtace of’ ¥ wu inged with gold the last rays of the upw they were Oh, but it cut Lorraine to see their boyish faces, 'y, gaunt, hollow. eyed, turn to her and without a enone expression. rounded by troopers of the train-des- equipages: then followed more infan- try, then cavalry, dragoons, who sat py Hatlessly in their high saddles, car- bines bobbing on their broad backs, (y whalebone plumes matted with dust, Georges rose painfully from his * seat, stepped to the side, and climbed jy down into the road. He felt in breast of his dolman for the adjusted bis sabre, and turned to Lorraine, “There is @ squadron of the Res's> moadow— Y mount Cavalry over in tha! 1 can get a horse there, “Thank you, Jack. Goodby, molselle de Nesville, you have besa more than generous.” ‘You can have a horse from the Morteyn stables,” said Jack; “my dear fellow, I can't bear to see you go-to think of your riding to t night.” ‘It'g got to be done, know,’ said Georges. He bowed; Lorraine "y stretched out her hand and he grave- ly touched it with his fingers. Then he exchanged a nervous grip wito Jack, and turned away hurriedly. ‘We cannot get to the house by the road,” eald Jack; “we must take the and he lifted the reins ond of the world” sald | o orl Lorraine" am sie 1 have often wished to cry.) T never could—except once before-am« ~ and that was four days ago. ” thelr quarrel! to foot, but dareg’