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———$— _—_____ tw thelr cam Marquis hae also captured by Germ, who wel ie corel of hu wee valicons wD CHAPTER XI. (Continued,) The Keepers of the House. ACK turned his head away, then covered his eyes with his hands. Beside him a tall Uhlan, swathed to the eyes in his great-coat, leaned on a lance and smoked in silence. Suddenly a voice broke out in the night: “Links! vorwaerts!". There came a regular tramp of feet—ono, two! one, two!—across the grass, Past the fire, and straight to where Jack sat, his face in his arms. The bright glare of lanterns dazzled him as he looked up, but he saw a line of men with bared sabroa standing to his mght—tall Uhlans, buttoned to the chin in their sombre overcoats, helmet-cords oscillating in the lantern glow. Another Uhlan, standing erect bo- fore him, had been speaking for a Second or two before ho even heard “PrisoM@, do you understand Ger- man?” repeated the Uhlan, harshly. “Yes,” muttered Ja He began to shiver, perhaps fro A the chill of the wet earth. “Btand up! Jack stumbled to his numbed f. A @rop of blood rolled into ini: e and he mechanically wiped it away. He tried to look at the man before him; he could not, for his fascinated eyes returned to that thing that hung om @ rope from the great, sprawling oak-branch at the edge of the grove. Like a vague voice in a dream he heard his own name pronounced heard a sonorous formula rep in @ heavy, dispassionate volce- of having resisted a picquet of his Prussian Majesty's Eleventh Regiment of Uhlan cavalry, of having wilfully, maliciously and with mur- derous design fired upon and wounded trooper Kohimann of plequet while in pursult of his duty A he heard the same vo its operat- no doubt us t@ the just penalty due. yy Jack straightened up and loohed ‘the officer in the eyes. Ah! now ho khew him-—the map-makor of bgacarrefour, the sneax-thief who had Wealed the park wall with the box— - that was the face he had struck with his clenched fist, the same pink, high-boned face, with the I » Pig-like eyes, In the same second ithe man's name came back to him = a8 he had deciph it written Pencil on the maps--Siurd von St , Von Steyr'n eyes grew smaller and re r, and on ugly flush mounted to ‘his scarred cheek-bone. ut his was dispassionate and harsh ag ever when he sai “The prisoner M to confront witnesses. mann! ‘There he stood, the same blond, bony Uhlan whom Jack had tumbled tmto the dust, the same coloriess giant S -whom he had dragged with trailing re across the road to the tree. \ "prom pouch the soldier pr » @uced Jack's silver flask with his engraved on the bottom, his . still half full of tobacco, just as Gropped it when tho field told him that Uhlans, not h lancers, were coming down the hillside. 2 - by one, three other Uhlans ad- from the motionless ranks, , driefly identified the prisoner k again, jave you any statement to make?” ded Von Steyr. teeth were clenched, his ted, he was choking. thing around him swam in Peis 5 darkness lit by little e8; his veins seemed bursting. He was in their midst now, shoul- < @@red and shoved across the grass; \ their hot breath fell on his face, their che is at liberty Trooper Kohl. on crushed his ett. bags pees we, usher im forward, Peale. te coward the tree where hung, turning slowly as a on a swivel. © grating of the rope on that crushed the first cry “Von Bteyr, shoot me! the love of God! Not—not lo was struggling now—he set his teeth and struck furiously, The crowd seemed to increase about him; now a was a mounted man in their . midst—more mounted men, shouting, ~The rope suddenly tightened; the . Blood pounded in his cheeks, in his temples; hia tongue seemed to split "open. Then he got his fingers be- tween the noose and his neck; now 4, the thing loosendd and he pitched * forward, but kept his feet. » — “Verdamt!" roared @ voice above ‘Von Steyr!—here; get back ‘met back! ‘ert! them—they must shoot—not hang"—— Mo stood glaring ut the soldiers bi fore him, face bloody and distorted, » the rope trailing from one clenched hand, ‘Breathless, haggard, he plant- @4 his heels in tho turf and, dropping =the noone, set ono foot on it. All * @reund him horsemen crowded up, fances slung from their elbows, hel- mets nodding as the restive horses wheale And now for tho first time he ¢he Marquis de Nesville, sace lik th-mask, one hand on the edge of wicker balloon-car, which stood « fm the midst of a circle of cavalry, ‘*This is not the place nor is th time to judge your prisoners, % Rickerl, pushing his horse up to & Steyr and scowling down into ¥ "Who called this drum- Is that your provini ) in my absence? Well, then, 1 am ” ! Do you see mea? y Whe insult fell like the sting of a thc” a ttn Se ee eee “Then, through the ring of nervoui and man * QOOGVE lash acrosi saluted, a Rickerl’s eyen, said, ‘um Bofehl, Herr nn! I @m at your con- venie ce al “Wibon you please shouted Rick- erl, crimson with i Retire!" Scarcely were the Words out of his mouth, scarcely had he backed his startled horse, when there came a sound of a crushing blow, a groan, and a soldier staggered back from the balloon-car, his hands to his head, where the shattered helmet hung by one torn gilt cord. In the same in- stant the marquis, dishevelled, white 48 a corpse, rose from the wicker cat shaking his steel box above his hea Von Bteyr's face. d, lookin, quivering horses the globe of the balloon appeared as by magie—an enormous, looming, yellow sphere, tense, glistening, gigantic, The hogses reared, snorting with fright, ¢ Uhlans clung ‘to their sadiies, shouting and cursing, and the huge balloon, Deedes | from ite single rope, pounded and bounced from side to side, knocking beast into a chaotic mass of horses and panic-stricken ‘antic riders, With a report like a pistol the rope parted, the great globe bounded ar” shot up into the air; a tum’. of harsh shouts arose; the crazea horses backed, plunged, and scattered, some falling, some bolting into the under- growth, some rearing and swaying in an ecatasy of terror. The troopers, helpless, gnashing their teeth, shook their long lances toward the sky, where the moon was breaking from the banked cloud: and the looming balloon hung bla above the forest, drifting slowly westward, And now Von Steyr had a weapon in his hands—not a carbine, but a long chassepotri &@ relic of the despolled franc-tireur, dangling from the oak tree, Some one shouted, 's loaded with explosive bullets “Then drop it!" roared Rickerl. “For shame!” Tho crash of the rifle drowned his voice, Tho ballooon's shadowy butk above the forest was belted by a biue line ; the globe contracted, a yel- low glare broke out in tl ky. Then far away a light report startled the sudden atiliness; a dark spot, sus- pended in mida to fall, swiftly, more swiftly, dropping through the night between sky and ® “You coward!" stammered Ricker!, pointing a shaking hand at Von Steyr. “God keep you when our sabres meet!" said Von Steyr, between his teeth. Ricker! burst into an angry laugh. “Where is your prisoner?" he cried. Von Steyr stared around him, right and left—Jack was gone. Rickerl, contemptuously—“if you es- cape my sabre ip the morning.” “Let them,” sald Von Stoyr quietly, but his face worked convulsively. “Second platoon dismount to search for escaped prisoner!" he cried. “Open CHAPTER XII. Rickerl’s Sabre. ACK, lying full length in the | depths of the forest, listened fearfully for the sounds of 3 the human pack on his heels. the battered body of the marquis lay in the wreck of the shat- tered car. Tho steel box, too, lay re-—the box that was so precious to the Germans, He rose to his knees, felt around and crept on, parting leaves and branches with one hand, holding the other over his eye Even when dawn at last came up out of the east, and the thickets grew distinct, he did not know where he trees marked the course of the iittle river. Which way was it flowing? Even that he could not tell. Very cautiously he advanced over the deep forest mould to the willow-fringed bank of the stream. The current was parted the willows and looked out, and at the same instant an Ulan saw him and shouted. Running swiftly through the troes, head lowered, hands clenched, he heard the sound of galloping on a soft road est, parallel to his own course. Then, as he bore hastily to the right and plunged into the deeper undergrowth, he caught @ glimpse of the chateau close by through the trees. Horrified to find himself back at the place from his tracks, ran on, stooping low, splashed into the stream and acros: and plun up to the shoulders through the tall weeds and bushes until again he felt the forest leaves beneath his feet. e out together and he leaned against a beech tree, his hands pressed to his mouth, where the breath strug- gled for expulsion, And as he leaned there two Uhlans, mounted, lances ad- vanced, came picking their way among ly from side to side. Behind these two rode six others, apparently unarmed, two abreast, He saw at once that nothing could save him, for they were making straight for his beech tree. In that second of suspense he made up what capture meant. He fixed his eyes on the foremost Uhlan and waited. When the Uhlan should pass his tree he would fly at him;the rest could stab him to death with their lances; that was the only way to end it now. himself for the spring—a hunted thing turned ferce, a desperate man knowing that death was close. How long they were in coming! Hi hey seen him? When would the hor: great tree trunk? soft trample of horses ceased, “Dismount!" It seemed an age; the sluggish sec- onda crawled on, There was the sound of feet among the dry forest leaves, the hum of deep voices. He waited, trem- “Let others prefer charges.” said order! Forward!" Somewhere in the forest among the underbrush, bent his head w A line of vapor through the flowing eas’ Where was he? He that seemed to run through the for- which he had started, he doubled in After a while hig breath and legs the trees, turning their heads cautious- his mind to die fighting, for he know He shrank back, teeth set, nervi! “Halt!" cried @ volce very near, The bling, for now it would be @ man on tnt cre GDDDODGQHDDDHODGOODODHODD foot, with naked sabre, who would sink under his spring. ‘ould he never come? At last, unable to stand the sus- pense, he moved his eyes to the edge of the tree, There they were, a group of Uhlans standing near two men who stood facing each other, Jackets off, shirts open to the throat. bo ane two men were Ricker] and Vo: iteyr. : Rickerl rolled up his white shirt. sleeve and tucked the cuff into the folds, his naked sabre under his arm. Von Steyr, in shirt, riding breeches and boots, stood with one leg crossed before the other, leaning on his bared sabre. The surgeon and the two seconds walked apart, speaking in undertones, with now and then a quick gesture from the surgeon. The three troopers held the horses of the party and watched silently. When at last one of the Uhlans spoke they were so near that every word was distinct to Jack: » an affair of honor in the fn 9 of the enemy is always de- plorat Rie .i burst out violently: “There can be no compromise—no adjust- ment. Is it Lieutenant von Steyr who seeks it? Then I tell him he is a hang oan and a coward! He hangs a franc-tireur who fires on us with explosive bullets, but he himself does not hesitate to disgrace his uniform and regiment by firing explosive bullets at an escaping wretch in a balloon “You lie!" said Von Steyr, his face convulsed. At the same moment the surgeon stepped forward with a ges- ture, the two seconds placed them- selves; somebody muttered formula bass voice and t 4 their heavy sabres saluted. The next moment they were their sabres flashed the sabres of the seconds hovering around the outer edge of the circle of glimmering steel like snakes coiling to spring. To and fro swayed the little Foep under the blinding flashes of light, stroke rang on stroke, steel shive: and tinkled and clanged o} ol. Fascinated by the spectacle, Jack crouched close to the tree, seeing all he dared to see, but keeping a sharp eye on the three Uhlans who were holding the horses, and who should have been doing sentry duty also. But they were human, and their eyes could not be dragged away from the terrible combat before them. Suddenly from the woods to the right a rifle shot rang out, clear and @harp, and one of the Uhlans dropped the three bridles, straight- ened out to his full height, trembled and lurched sideways. Tho horses, freed, backed into the other horse: the two remaining Uhlans tried to seize them, but another shot rang out another and then another. In the confusion and turmoil a voice cried: “Mount, for Heaven's sak but one of the horses was already free, and was galloping away rideriess through the woods, A terrible yell arose from the under- where a belt of smoke hung the bushes, and again the rifles cracked, Von Steyr turned and seized a horse, throwing himself heavily across the saddle; the surgeon and the two seconds scrambled into their sad- dies, and the remaining pair of Uhlans, already mounted, wheeled their hor and galloped headlong into the woods. Jack saw Ricker! set his foot in the atirrup, but his horse was restive and started, dragging him. “Hurry, Herr Hauptmann!" cried a Uhlan, passing him at a gallop. Ricker! cast @ startled glance over his shoul- der, where, from the thickets, a dozen franc-tireurs (free lancers) were springing toward him, shouting and choking their chassepots. Something had given way—Jack saw that—for the horse started on at a trot, snorting h fright. He saw Rickerl run after him, seize the bridle, stumble, recover ang to the stirrup; but the horse tore away and left him running on be- hind, one hand grasping his naked sabre, one clutching @ bit of the treacherous bridle. “A mort les Uhlans!" shouted the franc-tireurs, their ferocious faces Ughting up as Rickerl's horse eluded its rider and crashed away through the saplings. Ricker! cast one swift glance at the savage faces, turned his hoad like a trapped wolf in a pit, hesitated, and started to run, A chorus of howls a greeted him: “A mort!" “A mort le voleur!” “A Ja lanterne les Uhlans!"” Secarcely conscious of what ha was doing, Jack sprang from his tree and ran parallel to Rickerl. A Great FRANCO-PRUSSIAN DOODIGGOODOHOHOOHOODOHODS) Novel Each Week In The Evening Worid WAR Romance was dry eyed, tense, iti her terrible erief for her father. “On, if I could weep now!" she moaned. “Why can I not? I loved my father. And now I oan only think of hie little machines in the turret, and his balloon, and—oh! —I only remember the long days of my life when I waited on the turres stairs hoping he would come out, dreaming he would come some day and take mo in his arms and kiss me and held me close, as I am to you. And now WJ never will, And I waited all my life “Hush!” he whispered, touching er + “you are feverish.” ) She looked up at him with vacant eyon, hot and burning. bond tried again: “1 love you, Lor- raine” —— “ Her straight brows knitted and whe ghq struggled to free herseif. t “Lat me go!" ehe whispered. “I do Mot wish to live—I can’t!1 can't!" ‘he played his last card, and, holding her close, looked atraight into her eyes, “Franco needs us all," he said, She grew quiet. Suddenly the warm blood dyed her cheeks. Then, @rop by drop, the tears came; her sweet face, wet and flushed, nestled quietly close to his own face. PODOOOHH the group of officers the artillerymen wore running three cannon forward to the port holes that sisted. had been pierced in the park wall, i ‘Come,” said Jack, “Not yet; Tam not frightened.” A loud explosion enveloped the wall in sulphurous clouds, and a cannon warmer, Jumped back in recoil, ‘The cannon- order, artillerymen, then bang! and other up-ruah of smoke. And the other cannon joined in—c. ih! bang!—and the garden swam in th swirling fog. infantry, too, were firing all along the wail, and on the an is th sh of the Gatling gun roll rolling volleys Jack led Lor. fused to stay, and he relue- ly followed her into the house. rom every mattress-stuffed win- dow the red-legged soldiers were fir- close. the house in # filled with a bile haze. Suddenly something struck chandelier and shattered it to ndle-sockets, Lorraine | the heart out in his arms; and when sho was quiet at last he told her how the land lay trembling under the invasion, how their armies had struggled and dwindled and lost ground, how France, humbled, drenched with blood the cellar, the very cement beneath their feet shaking under mendous shocks of the cannon. Jack went to reconnoitre. Present. “Life is worth living,” he said, our place is not in the field with the wounded, not in the hospital, not in the prisons wh these boys are herded like diseased le, then it te perhaps at the shrine’s foot. Pray for France, Lorraine, pray and work, for there is work to do,” Ho longed to take her In He ™ nd went the smoke, From the upper story windows, from where he had climbed, he could see to the edge of the forest, Already three columns of men had started id not; he merely said, * “Ricky!” he called in English. “ low me! Hurry! Hurry!" The franc-tireurs could pot see Jack, but they heard his voice, and they answered it with roar. Rick- ‘There is work: we will go to- out from the trees across the mead« erl too heard it, and he also heard she whispered, ow toward the park wall, They ad- the sound of Jack's feet crashing together, Perhaps we can vanced slowly and steadily, through the willows along the river help a little. Your father, when he they came on. Somewhe: died, had the steel box with him. smoke, a Prussian band was playing 1" he cried. Lorraine, when he is found and is gayly, and J: thought of the Ba- “Quick! Take to the river bank!’ laid to rest, we will take that box to varians the Geisberg, and their of you the French Ines. The secret must belong to France!" She was eager enough now; she sat up on the bed and ened with bright, wet eyes while he: told her what they two might do for her land of France. “Dear—dear Jack!" she cried softly. But he knew it was not the love of maid for a man that parted her Ii it wes the love of her land. . 8 bands playing as the men fell like leaves in the Chateau gardens. He had his field glasses with him, and he fixed them on the advancing columns, They were Bavarians, all--there was no mistaking t blue uniforms and fur-crested hel- shouted Jack, in English again. Ina moment they were running side by side up the river bottom, hidden from the view of the franc-tireurs. “Do as 1 do," panted Jack, “Throw your sabre away and follow me. It's our last chance.” But Ricker! clung to his sabre and ran on. And now the park wall rose right in thel path, seeming to block all progres “We can't get over—it’ gasped Rickerl. “Yes, we can—follow,” band, plodding atolidly along, trom. bones and bass drums wheezing and banging away in the rifle smoke; he . could even see the bandmaster swing- ing his halberd forward. Suddenly the nearest column broke Ut. wate whispered Jack, and dashed straight into the river where it washed the base of the wi Lorraine stood o@ the terrace be- side the brass Gatling gun, both hands holding to Jack's arm, watch- ing the soldiers stuffing the windows of the Chateau with mattresses, quilts and bedding of all kinds. A stream of engineers was issuing from the hallway, carrying tables, chairs, barrels and chests to the ga den below.where other soldiers picked i. The other columns came on with a in “Do exactly as I do, Follow close,” urged Jack; and, wading to tho edge of the wall, he feX along under the water for a moment, then knelt down, ducked his hi gave a wriggle, and disappeared. Kkerl_ followed him, quickste| the pouring cannon smoke, flash the explosions followed each other, ut ‘loom with a softly. and on the ing and ducking his head, them up and bore them across the ig yellow glare, i rel tha pacie, moment bar felt @ lawn to the rear ot. the Bouse: terrace the Gatling whirred and splut- toast and @ bit of cold chicken, She {2° turret-a powerful current pulling him / “They are piling all the furniture tered its slender streams of flamo, followed his movement with tired, ward, and, groping around under they can get against the gate in the While the treble crash of the chasse-, Shy eyes, wondering at his knowledge We SNALOW Water, lio > cae park wall,” sald Jack; “come out to pots roared accompaniment. of ttle things, They ate their lunch- well countered the rim’ of a » iron the kitchen garden.” Once or twice daek thought he eon together by the fire. Twice he Well conduit, He stuck his head into | She went with him, still holding to heard the rattle of their little harsh, gravely refilled the foot-bath with it, gave himself a push, and shot his arm. Across the vegetable gar- flat drums, but he could see them no hotter water, and she settled back in through the short pipe into a deep den a barricade of furniture—sofas, longer; they were in that smoke-pall her soft, warm chair, sighing con- pool on the other side of the wall, from which Jack dragged him drip- ping and exhausted. “You are my prisoner!” said Jack, between his gasps. “Give me your sabre, Ricky—quick! Look yonder!" A loud explosion followed his words, and a column of smoke rose above the follage of the vineyard before them. “Artillery!” blurted out Rickerl, in amazement. “French artillery—look out! Hore come the tranc-tireurs over the wall! Give me that sabre and run for the French lMnes—if you don't want to hang! And, as Rickerl hesitated, with a scowl of hate at the franc- treurs now swarming over the wall, by pained tae. Brace and jerked it ' é at violently from and. ng to @ fat sub-officer in capote and “You're crazy!" he muttered. “Run boota, 2a for the batteries!—here, this way!" —Artillerymen were gathcred about franc-tireur fired at them point- the ammunition chests, opening the blank, and the bullet whistled be- ida and carrying shell and shrapnel tween them. “Leave me. Give mo to the wall; the balconies of the (1 my sabre," sald Rickerl in @ low teau were piled up with breastworks chairs and = wardrobes—lay piled against the wooden gate of the high stone wall. Engineers were piercing the wall with crowbars and pickaxes, loosening the cement, dragging out huge blocks of stone to make em- brazures for three cannon that stood with their Iimbers among the broken bell glasses and cucumber frames in me der park wall. Bugles began to bugles—clear and sonorous, Across rault—| French infantry last Ike quail amon, curling up and crou and bevies, alert heads raised. the firing rippled along the front, and the lawn became gray with smoke. jay against the wall, and on it wi perched an officer, who rested hi eld glasses across the tiled top and stood studying the woodn. Below him a general and half a dozen officers watched the engineers hack- ing at the wall; a long, double line of infantry crouched behind them, the bugler kneeling, glancing anx- fously at his captain, who stood talk- Lorraine wan pacing restlessly al the wine-bin: "T cannot at ‘Jack, get some bottles of brandy Aethr and como to the out there will need them." “You cannot go out. I will take them." ra He could not make her listen; bailar) went with him, her igh Fd loaded with bottles. ‘The shells wore falling in the garden now; one burat iong mid. never knew—t He took her 'Now,” int heav ‘un, ‘| be , through hei Ene cibar Goliucaker cameron ein over her feat, shivered, slipped rush; the band halted, playing them Out of skirt and waist, put on the in at the death with a rollicking warm, soft bath-robe, and, sinking then all was blotted out in back in the chair, placed both litt! Flash on White fest in the foot-bath, “I am ready, the lawn by the river a battalion of —all childi were running, firing ere. Lorri an they ran. He saw them settle at fret she frowned u little, watching d the stubble, him dubloualy, but little by little the #74 Wondered a ii ing in groups music of the words and the fragrance Then of the eweet, vague tales crept into leas to the stories, older than Egypt— of When he went into the cellar again storlos that will outiaat the last pyra- 52 whe nnid, her of th HEWN ADDO HPD 6 By Robert W. Chambers COOAVS.IHYDI® VOP UGH MMe HeKosorer ficer om the ladder was motioning to were alofe in the Chateau and you below; already came to see me in the library,” He drew her to him, but she te- stronger, thing I never have had. cers swarmed around it, there was hood Is gone, Jack, and yet fam tors Sister of Mercy diet.” 5 & quick movement of a sponger, an tured with the craving for It; | want harm, wide, childish eyes, the aitfor hands tightening in his, all these away again out into touched the manhood in him, anawered = manfully, himaelf aceful Hefore she could answ: t Jack,” mo in with a tray of tea and Which, on clear days, one could ger somewhere, coming on toward the tentment. After a while he lighted a cigarette !D# @ gigantic beech sound—French and read to her—fairy tales from Per- ee ends that al! children know Cult, stumbling on who have known moth- @ did not know them, At ‘hing on the ground that he so: the legende of the era: f pan and Chaske, and the white lodge Ike that. anx lly. in that hot w it is different,” she snid do not love you know what I feel; I do not that—for that love, I do not un are for I need something cept the ¢ more kindly a falling into place of rigid to be little again—I want to play with 1 am at | ehildren—with young girlie; L want to said the « now be tired with pleasure and go to bed | with @ mother bending over me. —it is that that I need, Jack— “4 mother to hold me aa you do. if you knew—if you knew! Beside my do other side of the house the ripplide bed I feel about in the dark, half me. with asleep, Feaching owt for the mother I e mother I need. [ rain to the rear of the Chateau, but picture her; she is like my father, only she is always with me. i lie back and close my eyes and try to think that she is there in the dark Her cheeks and hands are She out aorogs the lawn toward the warm; I can never see her eyes, but woods; the smoke drifted back into. J know they are like imine. } shreds that soon too, that sho h me-from the y the gotten—always with me, watch that I come to no nked me, worrying because my hea but anothet bullet or my hands cold, room, starring t'o I tell her things—-Uttle intimate things 1 kno: wit for- e108 the lawn. always been ra that 1 hav @, will both live for that," he long mirror, and another knocked the that she must know. We. talk at Thon he trudged on tai sald: “we will do what we can” | plaster trom the fireplace. Jack had everything—of papa, of the hours, of (he, Woadroad, buckling his revolver For an hour she sobbing her her out of the room in a second, and my pony, of the woods and the Lisse, Grm_ and adjusting tie presently they found themselves in With her [ have spoken of you often, Jack. And now all is said; Fam glad fy, the “tres you Tet me tell you, Jack love you like you, and you tT can never ike that, but I aa be near me, sree ly he returned, won’ ou? need your love, m bh and tears, still stood upright calling “We are holding the chateau,” he gentle, be firm in iittle things” Tet Soaked mane of lichens and) raln~/ 7am to her children. He spoke of the dead, said. “Will you atay quictly for a me come to you and fret. Fou nee *aked monn, i the dying, the mutilated creatures little while longer, if 1 go out again?” all T have.” Along the park wall, across tha gasping out their souls in the ditch “If you wish," ahe said, ‘The intense grief in her face, the blast, went stood in the radi cold she murmured, . "Your shoes are soaking. I am going to take charge iw I ight to her room, w up an arm-chair, lighted the With Jaundice, Gre’ fire, filled @ foot-bath with hot water, “ and, calmly opening the wardrobe, “till “Qui Vi pulled out @ warm bath-robe. pine Reed Koll hiro} eg sb nelt and unbutton iF shoes. mets. And now he made out their *"f he said, “I'l be back tn five minutes. Let mo find you sitting here, with your feet ehe called, The Medea, and of the wreathed win buf Wounded 345 told her, too, of the Teanten, gull, of Hare Bho listened !ike a tired child, her wrist curved under her chin, the bath robe close to her throat. While and flung a shower of earth and glagg listened she moved her fest gently in he some- My chile h Ob, to an ald, “Place a sentry at the next the lady close— is hot In my half-slieep little and he for a tew putting away that was weak or sel. yord and fish, all that touched on love of man for woman, “Let me be all you a “My love ts of that “My darling Jack, firing a8 putting both arma around his neck. in the “He kissed her “Come,” he Then, on, 6 foveat, GO 19TH SHE i 3 on Monsieur,” said Jack, “my ward, lemoiselle de Nesville, is asleep in her chamber. I muat Ko yonder and try to find body, T dare net lew 1 may confide her wo you. “MY son, “r you give, me ‘a the next r “The next ry ) is where our little © “T have jou 1 general eck to the death Tt by his alde-de-cam * will d said, Then, turning 4 When awakes, call “Thank ed am) filam she return—4 charge t Changy will taker demoiselie de Nesville, o's sake. They are sword- accept the reponsibility,” sai’ the old general, gravely e They bowed to each otter, amt Jack went out and down the stairs to For a moment he looked Pe up into the sky, tying to remember where the balloon might have bean 5 when Von Steyr's explosive bullet se: it on fire. cross-strap of his feld glasses, Once in the forest he breathed more ‘eely, ‘There was an odor of rotting % eaves in the wet alr; the branches Quivered and dripped, and the tree. trunks, moist and black, exhaled # peering out of their caped overcoats or rambling along the river bank. splritiess challenge o1 HS ~ are Barns. his omen’ but he gave the Passed on. Once or twice Mquads met him and passed with t relie’, sick boyish sulilers, cruste! 1 with mud. Twice he mot .groups of : tleas-eyed franc-Ureura in ‘aps and sheepskin jackets but they did not molest him nor even ation him beyond asking the time y. And now he passed the carrefour — where he and Lorraine had Orst met. 4 only tenant was a nentinel, his hands and called a pot with shaki risked more than that, from sentry or tranc-tirer wan mot . improbable, and, moreover, nobody knew whether Unians were woods or not. — ee As he advanced th became thicker; underbrnsee} Lg cut, rose higher than his head, Over down into act bore tine a eremee soft, dead leaves, across ri pia aa men threads of the river ledges, stumpa, wi ward the break in the ere of the Chateau: de jen he reached this point he looked in vain for the turret; the rain hid it. Still, he could judge faimy in which direction it lay, aiid ew that the distance was bait » Nesville. W! ed balloon dropped muttere neae heir @ circle, tak tree as the centre rena his cir- over the y leaves, keeping @ wary eye Out for the and started in Gradually he He bad seen no he fancied that h Once he lata down his book and told “/@rm. Up through a near Prince of Argolis and foundered @ cloud of black of the sandals and aword, of “4pping ¢ iy ir wings, ing D. Esther aa i d through the rain-souked mounting her, wheel and sail arid anny round and round above his head, henitated, knowing that there in the thicket, © right; but when he covered hia eyes with voice. of rugs, boxes and sacks of earth, OVer them, the hot water, neatling back with the an, “Then we'll both stay.” Here and there a rifleman stood, hin | “Hurry! he said. “Are you thrill of the warmth that mounted to jast he eh EY gave me! I'll not hang, I tell chassepot resting on the tron railing, Lorraine, to come out into thie? * her cheeks. into the vacant eye-soch and yous", hig face turned toward the woods “Don't'acold, Jack," ahe whispered, Then they were allent, thelr eyes on from which shredy of et ete® “They are coming,” said a soldier, vom e each other. long ‘Tho franc-tireurs were running to- calling back to @ comrade, whe only CHAP Down staips some rain-soakea "i! hie ey the waskenene ward them. laughed and passed on toward the TER XIV. officer was ptaying on the piano old a fir-tree, the bare Manned cout comhey'll Kill us both. Here they \itehen, loaded down with sacks of The Warrior Maid. wong, of Lorraine ana Alsace, He the torn’ clothing, the Rasa’. on ie jour, 4 * tried to sing, too, but his voice broke, clas You stood by me," sald Jack in ® 4 restless movement passed through HE next day the rain fell in whether from emotion or hoarseness - ybed OU seer box, faint Toles. ant re hesi- the kneeling battalion of infantry, torrents; —_long, yellow they could not tell. A moment or two box from tha: orsele to menor leone AAP coeene erat “Fiche mol Ia paix, hein!” muttered streams of wate hed ra drippli infantry band xnew, tated, and cried, VI surrender! (Como @ tteutenant, looking resentfully at a F gushed marched out to the conservatory ai urry, Jack—for your alster's sake!" A half hour later, guided by Jack Marche, he was safe on his way to the Prussian lines. CHAPTER XIII. The Fight. from pipe and culvert, turn- ing the roads to lakes amber and the trodden lawns to sar- Basso seas, Not @ shot had been fired since twillght of the day hefere, although gossiping farrier, Another Heutenant drew hia sword and wiped it on the sleeve of his jacket. “Are they coming?” asked Lorraine. “I don't know. Watch that officer on the wall. He seems to see nothing yet. Don't you think you had the rear of the house now drums hour, = MBHATEAU MORTEYN was -f'qti0t Hnlens you do, racing about, gathering in groupe, or held by a detachment of “No, stay here. Tam not afraid.” “ting om their horses in solitary ) French troops, There was | A soldier on the chateau balcony observation of the Chateau. rumor of a Prussian attack. ret. fone behind a mattress Jack and Lorraine came indoors In an upper room Jack rang out the #moke whirled up ‘°M & tour of the grounds, Marche nat alone with Lorraine, She over the roof of the house. The of. “You are drenched," he said; “you it wo to your room and Ile down.” “I will—If you wish,” she answered. Ho drow her rain-cloak around buttoned the cape and high colla und settled the hood on her head. She looked up under her pointed hood, “Do you care so much for me?" asked, lutlessly, “Will you give me the right—always forever “Do you mean that—that me?" “I have always loved you." m Nght In Are You Going Away for Vacation? When you go out of town for vacation you may find it Is diffi- cult and costly to provide yourself with the right sort of reading matter, Why send to the city for novels at $1.25 or $1.50 each or buy you love about h in the chimneys, then middle of * tlowea' the: window afte rt clone ie window after a moment, 1 the morning with the Perhaps tatters from the from the the dead man’s clothing. 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The fire in t heavy, and he raised one windo' little way, but the wet wind w: rank when he moved with the odor of disinfectants ie ing up into the the wi “Stay with me until I slee; both murmured drowslly. Her eyes closed; fore him without lantern or one hand sought hin. ‘After a while she fe asleep. rraine had been asleep for at every step. ‘ack stole from the room and on the terrace—when they were danc- sought the old general who wi ark. He found him of plunging horses tugged and rrace, smoking and watching at their harnessed guns T loved you, when we the woods through his field glasses. Pore. But his work wi What the ravens and wolves had of the thing he pushed with into a hollow, and painfully with forest mould. Over this he great lumps of muddy clay, ne ors arene. until at tl end lay underground and a heap stones marked the sepulchre, ¥ The ravens had alighted ip the bee croaking and sidling with abruptness, took ee on shreds of stuff clinging to the branches, balloon or jt the it heap covering of green moss on the wolf fled from the hale suleady, watching him with changeless, incan= descent eyes, ; Darkneas was creeping into the fer- est when he came out on the she road. He had @ mile and @ bey and he hastened forward th: mire, which seemed to pull him At last he stumbled Into the in of the Chateau Morteyn, where @ (To Be Continued.)