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PF OTR aR Pan Lee a (ogerigh:, 1607, by Hi 1. wipe ewinging. 2 “Ite, wh attack,” coolly. ~ _ Out on. the plain, Mg clearing alo ‘ It of trees, som “What te it Clanged = furiously; + Shouted and pointed ‘Out of the shadow double lines of horse- two glitt \ ri men trottod, halted, right and left, and trotted on again. To the right another darker and more compact square of horsemen broke into a gallop, swinging a thicket of lances above their heads, from which fluttered a masse of black white pennons. “Quireasiors and Uhlan: Grahame under his breath. ‘up in his seat; Jack rose also, strain. Bis eyes, but Lorraine hid ber im her bands chalse, . Cushions. ‘wonderingly to that lances; even batty bowed tremulous, hel @lenched teeth and stiff, swollen Lip: Serrez les tas de bieus!" yelled an officer, “Wom de Dieu! the edge volver in rymen were pushing ® mitraillouse up behind the over- It stuck in the ditch. turned wagon. “A& nous, la lign dragging at the v Mttle death machine “Du calme! Du calme! pas. trop vite, 1.i¢! touches! “Out! oul! compe le Colonel!” shou thelr chassepots in the air. On came the long lines, distinct ~lans, ‘the white and scarlet of the « Sulrassiers, plain against the gray ), trees and grayer pastures. Suddenly Hered sheet of fame paren around stalled wagor out over the dark aplit with the crash of rifl ir bu ble sareuy. German cavalry trump nearer, nearer, uproa: peal, ewered their cl» mor. | “Hourra! hoareely ugh tusiiiade; horses -leshed apd swore, and the rattle of eas and wheel smothered in 1" ¢ sheeted crashing af the wins and the shook of the arge. nd’ now it burke an ocean nto smoke and flashes, maddened, roller, smaahi: lines, turmoil of @ chaos of «yee and bayonets, ywnward strokes of hoavy sabres. Grabame' seized the reins and lashed ~his. horses, a culrassier drove his covered charger into ront and fell, butchered foa: ‘ Pee. donne, bayonets. » Unhlans followed, whirling their “iamces and crashing through lines, their frantic horses crazed by blows and wounds. galloped wp; the crush bécame hor- fible. A horse and ” hurled. bodily under the wagon Uhlan, tranefixed by a Bayonet, still clung IP + Qf: the post-chaise was smashed in age @ horse and rider pitched under a wheels, almost overturning car- nic and occupants. : 4 and with * fort pitched him in Grahame, standing ‘gtat, watched him in amazement for @.nfom but hts horses demanded all Ms attention now, for they were backing under the tart m front. * As for Jack, * and fung it out into the road: after it he threw sabre and “Give me t Latvaine,” ‘and he is Book on the Will Cost You $1.25 Rr nee ene eee SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, ‘ERYWHERE soldiers were “running along the road now, grouping together under the boplar-trees, heads turned to the plain beyond. Some teumsters pushed an empty wagon out beyond the line of trees and overturned it; others stood up in «thelr wagons, reins gathered, long _. ‘MaOahéd Mnoedsantly; some sat up in ~ "UN straw, heads turned also toward the dim, gray plain. ‘Marche, we're in for it now!" ». After a minute he added, ‘What G4 I tell yout Look there!" asked Lorraine, in a @carvely audible voice, Y 4 Before Grahame could speak a tu- mult of cries and groans burst out along the line of wagons; ao bugle her bead The silence was enervating; even tue horses turned their genti: els until a handful 0@ fantassins ran out and pulled the Tenes ferme, mes enfan ‘ant aid an old officer, dismounting d walking coolly out beyond the line of trees. ‘rhe 4 Mbundert ’ J » thundering thro: the rift reared; wagon here jce-butt, screaming, Sudde Marche!" shouted Grahame. “Don't try to get out!" <Yack heard him, but sprang into ‘the poad. For an instant he reeled about in the crush and smoke, then, stooping, he seized a prostrate man, Neted hi once weneRes. it ereund th rabam: managed to get clear oft otherewagon now and was driv- f re s larper & Brothers.) ing out Into the pasture, almost ob- red emoke. Marche, « New Yorker who has served faltered Lorraine—“it cadeeuuy war corres lent, i caine, | ie fon hon paren iiine cornvau Ho’ It wae Rickert, stunted by the fail ie easveg 4 lorivany beautiful el Jom from ‘bis horee, ‘lying back between them. pies lareiias ey titer HeaPa ye RBOY' Kill him ft they, saw his iat oe ermany . uniform!” muttered Jack, ‘Hark! the ha, ef ee nie charge! Grahame, do you * det pulsed the charge! Ly o you jeombelant. shoot: Bear do you hear?” if “I heart” shouted Grahame. “These soa horses are crazy; I can't held them.” The troops around them, hidden in the amoke, began to cheer frantically; the mitraiiieuse whirred and rolled out its hall of death. “Vive la France! Mort aux Prus- howled the soldiers. A mounted + his cap on the point of his his face laid open by a lance- CHAPTER XVII. tion! "Vive la Nation’ while a boy: Con timaed. ) Sedan! Sedan? —_—_—the sis mpewchiean with fy. Grahame drove the terrified horses along the line of wagons for a few E then, wheeling, lgt them gal- lop straight out into the pasture on the left of the road, where a double line of trees in the distance marked the course of @ parallel road. The chaise furched and jolted; Ricker!, unconscious atill, fell in a i? heap, but Jack and Lorraine held him up and watched the horses, now galloping under slackened reins. “There are houses re! Look!" ¢ried Grahame. “By Jove, there Luxemburg gendarme, too. I—I be- eve we're in Luxemburg, Marche. Upon my soul, we are! See! There is a frontier post!” tried to stop the horses; two looking soldiers, weari: Glossy shakos and white-and- ry th ist aiguillettes, began to baw! at hii Wnere the mist group of peasants before the cottages the edge of ® fed, screaming. ing was moving. Grahame threw all his strength into his arms and dragged the horsea to & standstill. “Are we in Luxemburg?” he called to the gendarmes, who ran ‘UD, ges- teulating violently. “Are we? Good! etal those Poe {f you pleaso, gentlemen, here's @ wounded man of ‘the STOO here Carry him to one of those houses. Marche, lift him, if you can, Hello! his arm is broken at the wrist. Go casy—you, I mean—Now!" Lorraine, aided by Jack, stepped from the post-chaise and stood shiv- ering as two peasants came forward and lifted Rickerl. When they had taken him away to one of the atone houses she turned quietly to a gen- darmo and sald: “Moneleur, can you bag tog Phage the Emperor 1s?” ie Emperor?” repeated the gen- darme. “The Emperor is with hts army, below there along the Meuse. They are fighting—since four this morning—at Sedan.” He pointed to the southeast. She looked out acroas the wide The wounded sald Grabame, the teams! with their whips. formed, extended and muttered He stood and crouched in buried in the yen line of steel and igi, “That convoy is going to Sedan,” mid the gendarm “The army |e a ee eects ; eae! & battle there.” Mi you,” sald Lo » quietly, “Jack, the Emperor is node eden” “Yes,” he nodded; “we will go when you can stand it.” “Iam ready. Oh, we must not wait, Jack; did you not see how they even attacked the wounded?” He turned and looked into her eyes. 4s the first French cheer I have heard, she continued, feverishly. “They beat back those Prussians and cheered for France! Oh, Jack, there is time yet! France is rising now— js resisting. We must do our must not wait. Jack, I am breath between of the road, re- bre flash- they shouted, Into place. No tirot nages vos “We can't walk,” he muttered. “We will go with the convoy.” They are on the way to Sedan, where the Emperor is, Jack, they are fighting at Sedan! Do you understand?” She came closer, looking up into his troubled eyes. “Show me the box,” she whispered. He drew the flat steel box from his coat. After a moment she said, “Nothing must stop us now, I am ready!” “You are not ready,” he replied, sullenly; “you need rest.” “'Tiens ta Foy,’ Jack." The color dyed his pale cheeks and he straightened up, “Always, Lorraine.” Grahame called to them from the ‘ou can get a horse and Come and eat some- sur nous! Vive dd tne soldiers, ground nearer, thing at once!” Slowly, with weary, drooping heads, they walked across the road, past a wretched custom house, where two painted sentry boxes leaned, past a squalid barnyard full of amber-col- ored, unsavory puddles and gaunt poultry, up to the thatched stone house where Grahame stood waiting. Over the door hung a withered branch of mistletoe, above this swung a sign: ESTAMINET. “Your Uhlan is in a bad way, I think,” began Grahame; “he's got & broken arm and two broken ribs » This is a nasty little place to leave him in.” “Grahame,” eaid Jack, earnestly, “I've got to leave aim, I am forced to go to Sedan as soon as we can swallow a bit of bread and win Uhlan is my comrade may be more than that some day. What on earth am I to do?” They followed Grahame into a room where a table stood covered by a moist, unpleasant cloth. The meal was simple—a half-bottle of sour red wine for each guest, a fragment of black bread, and ‘agout made of something that had once been Possibly a chicken, possibly a sheep. Grahame finished his wine, bolted & morsel or two of bread and leaned back In his chair with a whimsical glance at Lorraine. “Now, I'll 1 you what I'll de, Marche,” he said. “My horses need rest, 80 do I, so does our wounged Uhlan, I'll stay in this garden of Eden until noon, if you like, then T'll drive our wounded man to Diekirch, where the Hote! des Ardennes Is a: good an inn as you can find in Lux- emburg, or in Belgium either. Then T'll_ follow you to Sedan.” They all rose from the table; Lor- raine came id held out her hand, thanking Grahame for hia kindness to them and to Rickerl, broke out and the wagon plunging and the flashing the More culrassiers steel clad rider to his shattered staggering in y the window one tremendous to the chaise. up tn the driver's pressure of the in the chaise head ‘Goodby,"” said Grahame, going revolver, with them to the door. “There's your he cried to dog cart; it’s paid for, and here’ a selzed it and jittle bag of French money —no 6 Uhian's legs. thanks, m: iF follow; we can settle all that la! But what the deuce you two children are roing to Sedan DODOOOHHDOTOOOWOOHOGOGHOOOIOL’ It for 6 Cents /ttirines inant abledtian enn inr bhatt argangenincw canst The Evening World Daily Magazine, Satus DDDDDODHDOOHHHDOHDODIDHOODHDHODODOHHODHHHHOHHHHODOOHOHHN for is more than my old brains can comprehend.” He stood, with bared, and bent gravely o' ralne's hands—impulsive litte now trembling, as the t of tude trembled on her lashes, And so they drove away in thelr dog cart, down the flat, poplar-border- ed road, silent, deeply moved, won- dering what the end might be. The repeated shocks, the dreadful experiences and encounters, the in- Gelible impressions of desolation and grief and suffering had deadened in Lorralrte all sense of personal suffer- ing or grief. For her land and her people her heart had bled, drop by drop—her segsitive soul lay crushed within her. Nothing of selfish de- spair came over her, because France atill stood. She had suffered too much to remember herself: Even her love for Jack had become merely a Bhe loved as she breathed—involun- tarily. There was nothing new or fe or sweet in it—nothing was left of its freshness, its grace, its delicacy. The bloom was gone. ‘In her tired breast her heart beat faintly; its burden was the weary repetition of a prayer—an old, old ptayer—a supplication—for mercy, for France, and for the salvation of its people. Where she had learned it she did not know; how she re- membered it, why she repeated it, minute by minute, hour by Four, sho could not tell, but it was always Leating in her heart, this prayer—old, eo old!-and half forgotten— “"To Thee, Mary, exalted— To Thee, Mary, exalted—’” Her tured heart took up the rhythm where her mind refused to follow, and she leaned on Jack's shoulder, looking out over the gray land with innocent, sorrowful eyes. Vaguely she remembered her lonely childhood, but did not grieve; vaguely she thought of her youth, passing away from a tear-drenched’ land through the smoke of battles. She did not grieve—the last sad tear for welf had fallen and quenched the last smouldering spark of selfishness. Tho wasted hills of her province seemed to rise from their ashes and sear her eyes; the flames of a devastated land dazzled and pained every drop of French blood that renched =the motherland seemed drawn from her own veins—every cry of terror, every groan, every gasp, seemed wrencbed from her own slender body. The quiet, wide-eyed dead accused her, the stark skeletons of ravaged houses reproached her. She turned to the man she loved, but it was the voice of a dying land that answered, “Come!” and she re- sponded with all a passion of surren- der. What had she accomplished os yet? In the bitterness of her loneli- ness she answered, “Nothing!” She had worked by the wayside as she passed—in the field, in the hospl- tal, ip the midst of beleaguered sol- diers, But what was that? There was something else further on that called her—what she did not know, and yet she knew it was waiting somewhere for her. “Perhaps it is death,” she mused, leaning on Jack's shoulder, r= haps it 1s his death,” That did not frighten her; if it was to be, it would be; but, through it, through the hideous turmoil of fire and blood and pounding guns anil shouting—through death itself—some- where, on the other side of the dread- ful valley of terror, lay salvation for the motherland, Thither they were bound—she and the man she loved. All around them lay the tat, color less plains of Luxemburg; to the east, the wagon-train of wounded crawled across the landscape under a@ pallid eky. ‘the road now bore toward the frontier again; Jack shook the reins listlessly; the horse loped on. Slowly they approached the border, where, on the French side, the con- voy crept forward enveloped in, ragged clouds of dust. ‘ow thoy’ could distinguish the drivers, blue- bloused and tattered, swinging their long whips; now they saw the in- fantry, plodding on behind the wagons, stringing along on either flank, their oficers riding with bent heada, the red legs of the fantassins blurred through the red dust. At the junction of the two roads stood a boundary jost. A slovenly Luxemburg gendarme sat on @ stone under it, smoking and balancing hia rifle over both knees. “You can't pass,” he said, looking up as Jack drew rein. A’ moment later he pocketed a gold piece that ) the terrace, pulling at some ropes © of the flames ‘wrot tood anzi peso around a pole on the parer et. on fire, in the middle we of paper with shakin i. ina hah babseer stg ped po “What—what LM ( ian aoe ae of the smoke, horses, cannon, four- “gend for them,” he said. ‘ou can Reavy welled, and t bowed dew tig, he hag, Gag ad Svteed Seat andoing. acne eauaning gra tom ey rein Broome the"eudgan “ages tak gtd —m: ty Grearily Font Me oe ee. i Teeter lenteat aes nathan, blinded by the vaptne fever, oe ‘also in deep mourning, Jack offered, yawned, laughed and sprang to the and core oie reges strips of flesh from dead horses lying bed, “groped “for Lorraine 4 A cet free. The ite flag jn the mud, killed by the shell, Arms, preemed it and lay down at her feet. ground broken and foul with blood and mad— ~ “Can the eurgeon!" @ observed. he said anything élse with “What news te there to tent de- the street below roared, he gates of the town were closed; sense in it pp ek manded 31 els “France is not conqueera! That flag ‘he water tn the fortification moats “God help them!” cried the Sister ? as usual. They reflected the red light from the flames. of Mercy, y, her thin hands are shelling Strassburg with mortars; the city is on fre. Six hundred women and children left the city; the Inter- fi Bational Aid Society de: ded it.” Presently he added: “A big battle ring. All pub}tc dufldings, all the churches, through the was fought this morning along the Tne, shuddering. | were choked with wounded; their ®croes Lorrain: Meuse. You can hear the guns yet.” ang omcer ing. On the an Sone f- ;murmered tn her “I have heard them for an hour,” replied Jack. They listened. Far to the south the steady intonation of the cannon vi- brated, a vague sustained rumor, no waa in her eara walls along the street, where zouaven, 'Y past all aid. jis louder, no lower, always the same "=O God! —O God!” abe tureoa and line soldiers, cursing and <TyDhoI4?” asked the slater. peck chun hat aun come Fr monotonous measure, flowing like frraine!” whispered Ji both wi emashi Dest!” ead the surgeon, grave- sic, her ‘again and again. F the harmony of flowing water, paé- arms around her. Their rifles to plecen rather than su: \ “I—1 dont see we shoul try," “) Sionless, changeless, interminabie. ‘Her head fell forward on her breast. render them. ‘The Mister started 0 tittle, file, $A ~ H jAlong the Meuse?" asked Jack, ut Overhead the white flag caught the ing thelr guna, some ran them Into ,."! will stay,” she murmured, “Seng: sald Lorraine, while the sears. rap breese again, and floated out over the the river, some fis despatch when you go out, CAD Gied it would have bean Gifferent.” ; on.” : ramparts of Sedan. leuses out of shape with pickaxes, be live ‘After a oflence she ead " i *Bedan?” “By the Emperor's orders.” anid We ‘The ca th mine? Whlepered together 0 ten ane OA een’ We ane at menial “Yes, Sedan.” officer, coming close to Jack. the river, the cuirassers threw away wage ly to the door of —Jeck ana L ‘Grahatar ia The slow convoy was passing now; Then for the first time Jhek saw revolvers and helmets. rege ere Lorraine lay. . came yesterday with ‘who a the creak of wheel and the harsh that it was Georges Carriere who we t can't be helped now." aid the very weil ft stop of ore any nprinx crore 18 mood Sere, astly pale, his eye8 and cursl Logger fooscon d [fried ag ‘here too?” whispered Der- tl ir ears; the wind chan; 7 > fixe on to-morrow; , murmur of the cannonade was blotted “She has fainted,” muttered Jack, must may with you. ‘The chances are hig 3 ee Se anal out in the trample of hoofs, the thud ifting her. 4 ie aut 07 ati The Gamer ot the White Cutr. hers, Log i at the ola ¥ of marching infantry. “Yes,” sal jeorges, and he wal i > Jack Nwung hig rome’# head and over to the flagpole and stood thers colors and destroying thtir eagles: the Anslere in the Street outside filled Page anid, corenaty, M4 drove out across the boundary inio Jooking up at the white badge of colonel of the 624 of the Line him- be pact Sati rf 9 thun- pees tel the French road. On every aide dishonor. nelf burned his colors in the presence 1" ye nging S. a theme crowded the teams, where the low mutter of the wounded rose from the foul straw; on every side pressed the from thin, sick faces. “My soldiers!” murmured Lorrain sitting up straight “Oh, the pity of @ stupor go deep that at ia lanterne, Badinguet! Vive la Re- the neat 4 a I ar chess casas, ouewed. by. 0 momenta the Sister of wsbliquel=” op ae tnelwladow, ‘tiine un tc bed. Surttan tae mantel v Merey and the young mili. _ Jack turned away od beatae masses of her heavy hair, gilded by Then at tedeeaine: “Ancthere‘omees ‘Ary surgeon could scarcely batieve THE tall Sister of Meroy stood beside ma morning aunshine, her eyes, bright then at Lorraine. came by, leading his patient, bleeding horse, over which was flung the dusty body of a brother soldier. The long convoy was moving more swiftly now; the cries of the mangled or the hoarse groans of the dying. Merey—her frail arm in a sling— crept on her knees among the wound- ed lying in a straw-filled cart. Over louder, deeper, dominating the black streets, the packed throngs od. I am very sorry Confusion of the horses and the tramp swayed and staggered and trampled Yo trouble your | wien Meg’! Ste relies Gein ath the through the filth, amid @ crush of — Another officer entered, an old man, Victoria! Monstrous Waves of sound, seemed camp wagons, artillery, ambulances Covered to the eyes ee. Seeman Victoria! to beat in Lorraine's face—the throb- and crowding squadrons of cavalry, f0ld-brocad ; rerined tarning her heed trom bing of her heart ceased for a moment. sounded g . ible ” Souder, iden nearer, more ESCINE goal and Missed thelr generale or Joc ekon caunok have the inten- her hands, "Shp tried. to Pavad majestic reverberations among cursed thelr Emperor; the tall cui. ton of, turning her out! Te te to- her cara were filed with the ‘deep : an" — the nearer hills; the earth began to rassiers surged by in silence, sombre “ie ‘stopped short, etupefied at the voices shouting e =p! i le @ shake, the sky struck back the fron- throated ing, from horizon to horizon. And now the troops around them were firing as they advanced: sheeted down, a caisson’ smashed into a lamp It was the Emperor! white with cold, her bare arma flushed mist lashed with lightning enveloped post, a cuirasal horse slipped in Slowly the Emperor Revanced te and burning. Blinded by the blage of i the convoy, through which Fang. the the renay santas of the he's piteh- pte noe gen eyes the rising sun, she a her way °f ‘a0 tremendous clang of the cannon, Once ing its steel-clad rider to the pave- rain arou: the room, calling, “Jack! PH there came a momentary break in the ment. Through the Place d'Alsaco- the silence the cries from th Jack!" ‘The window was open} ebe hers, Shrough ber smoke—a gleam of hills, and a valley Lorraine, through the Avenue du street outside rose cl a cian. CFept to tt. The street was & eurg- old vicomte stood beside black with men—a glimpse of a dis- College and the Place d'Armes, passed ja Republique! A ing, scintillating torrent of steal, Serr cng. Arm #8 ‘Lorreine’s slea- tant town, a river—then the stinging flames leaped and sank and played was choked from the church to the at Lorraine: “Gentlemen, we cannot ra through the fog, Broad, level bands bronze statue in the Place Turenno; disturb a woman, Pray find another of mist, fringed ith flame, cut the the Porte de Paris was piled with house.” standards flapped, Suddenly th stony pasture to the right; the earth rocked with the stupendous cannon shock, the ripping rifle crashes chimed « dreadful There was a bridge there in the ; an iron gate, a heavy wall of wagons, groaning under of Paris, An officer, followed by a less face, A least should have knowa better, thelr load of death, the dusty infan- lancer, ‘who carried a white panbos ie enreeane aster? No—your Laine hor" 4 ped out both have terior veal tes T ought to fe? : bind “My promined wife, sire.” muttered jrtl@ bai erg ey iN The vicomte wns spec! cult and costly matter. le face trenafigured, the renew Why send to the city for navels at $1.28 or $1.50 each or buy| gut something ts ome nena” WelUng "He will live,” sho maid. “Lam bere.” it ive, FRANCH WILL Bi iy ic Tt Ja the pest!” muttered the BI sid them at a fancy price in some country store? the steel box. . em. , Lorraine ‘glided into the hall ead pg death,” repeated You can supply yourself with the best, most delightful summer Pl 2 me, monsteur?” asked the \nclosed the door of the silent room. olf man, and kissed her om the Ps reading for sig cents ‘a_week. Jack nodded. He could not speak. "There ie. no death! she whispered, tant, pais serent moves the wil secure & compete ee eof ont Fr thereat of the summer | sorting iMac, OO th UHH Hl per He again! hin “Thento nel? phan a hae aa Focus at you will secure a complete novel each week. Not some old book a There was a moment's silence, then ‘The clamor in the treet, died out; homieen blue agentes Country dealer has not been able to sell, but the finest up-to-date by the foremost living authors, . senna who expect to spend their vacations in the country, day. August 22, on tia tarbe-point, entered the street peered in; the fe aplinte ante cine, barapete. from the north. A dozen soldiers and the trramola Deror stepped to tered: stopped: Auttorea lashed whine snapped nndvrome horeea ermicg™ wore itm rath their mbren, |r thank yout thank you both, my “MEyeayeeee Aemas Seamed.” : 5 er!” © mn," 5 Aga: ‘ Sera ent Te a ktsaped UP. and fell Shells continued to fall Into the packed oner te ne eald. Sed; “tho "artes te her cunt Nentt Mflrred—or was it “Open the gaton for God's waxe: Sette Blowing horrible aps in tho the street rang out furiously: ‘When the a oun broke are they were shouting, en ane “Mort a l'Empereur!" the ramparte of ahe fell LES reat shell, moaning in ite fight Pt & crimson bi re. The Sister of Mercy was kneeli sin hi mae, aed tie ween aRiewet why fleeting on window and roof and the by the bed; Jack shivered and dropped ot Ne heart, aie By te venenem bloody waters of the river. When at his head. plunged long among the wagons jast it sank behind the | ae a ee k a v A velvety white cloud, a nome En the blackness ithe ely wa Tignted had guners Woked um the Hinperoe CHAPTER XIX, * i . y lu lames from burning houses — All nigh rophecy irra wana ie Leper Mage Trane and the swift crimson glare of Prus- bedaide, “ieaninie ou Me ehioee see mene ne of Lorraine. pn ot ee ees it Man shells, still plunging into tho hand shading his ayes trom the canals HEN the Vicomte and Ma- Sarmpece ef men ans Its cocupants {CNR Through the crash of crum- flame.” The sister ot Meron, ice and dame de Morteya with it; it crushed the horee, selsed ane, ae the hiss and explonion of worn with the duties of that terrible in Sedan from Brussels ‘ne the vehicle and flung it inside the Gin in ‘the strecte: the emer vend day, slept upright in an arm chair, last of the French iriftwood on the Dawn brought the wad notes of Prussian trumpeta from the ramparts Dealing through the dev: ed city; at sunrise the pavements rang and shook with the trample of the White struck solemnly sx times. As if at & signal the firing died away; a deso- late allence fell over the city—a si- Vence full of rumors, of strange movo- ments—a stiliness pulsating STi the tes asa flood fil gates as a foo ngs bad been gone a week? foul city was swept clean; the choked river no longer fung ite across the shallows of the island of Jack clung to the reins; the wretch- e@ horse staggered out into the stony street, fell and rolled over stone-dead. Jack turned and caught Lorraine Culrassters, A Saxon infant: *¥ in both arms, and jumped te nr mane death gasps of « nation. burst into the “Wacht am Hhines ag Glaires; the canal was untroubled by +¥ walk crowded with soidiers, and at | Out on the heights of La Moncelle, the Paris Gate; tho Place Turenne the ghastly freight of death that. a» the same time the crush of wagons Of Daleny, and Givonne lanterns vomited thi Jack rank down by collected like logs on a beom be + ground the dog cart to splinters on [Rene Where the good Sisters of the bed, burying ‘hie face in the sheets, hi a the cobblestones. The crowd choked Mercy and the Hance ,COTD® ‘The Hinter of Mercy rubbed her eyes“, Village of igus. 5 3 inch of the pavement—women, Dasted among the dead and dying! ang afarted up. She touched Jack on _ Th® silver trumpets of the Gazem | on “ goon shouting out feomo- ney ore Peary the cavalry the shoulder, Riders were chorusing the. call by Jat seem ‘o move 1@ masses was “ 2 to ‘elirtum, Jack, his arm around twinkling with theusands of lanterns: Pg fring bale 3 very 111," he said, from the Porte de Paris when long ; Lorraine, beat his way forward on the heights of Frenois Prussian face burning with fever. train crept into the Sedan station Aud “Never mind me, but stay with her.” torches swung, signalling victory. “I understand,” said the Sister, a through the throng, murmuring anx- ously, “Are you hurt, Lorraine? Are But the facie in th of ou hurt” “And she replied, tetntiy, the tormenrs ten cso nteri oF orgs You must We tn the room “y Weck, Ob, what is it? What ie sand Dial oe. which now hw 1 fever seized Jack with o ewift- cruah geventy frantic ad Soldiers blocked his way mow. but diera, was dreadful beyond descrip. “nnn retible. iby the—Ravt Beate noe an we oe ee tomerays fon. Horror multiptied on horror. there—there om ‘your cenmarur took charge of the baggage. cleared space on a slope of grass. Up ‘The two bridges and the streets were wuttercy, sti cod ‘There were no hacks, #0 conveys th the slope he staggered and out on so jammed with hi to @ stone terrace above the crush of sie tape the street. An officer stood @lone on artillery “I swear,” she answered, |, woftly, His mind wandered a little, but he set his teeth and rose, staggering to ances of any kind, so the tall, bearded gentleman in black, trains that {t seemed impossible for any buman b to move another ‘The officer turned to her, his face whiter than the flag. The crowd in And it was very fie gy OE rides, pistols, sabres, tances, jues, many mitraiileusss—co' casq vered the pavements, flag of dishonor!” ‘*they iared @t each other in a- le and picked up the ropes. fot that! not that’ eried Ler clasped to her lips. Alone ahe’ Jack into the room MN aaed siee twee Frome Dands ying. The x Ie sun jew I long, Lape oy ‘The glacia of the ramparts ered by masses of soldiers, watching the placing of a cordon of German sentinels around the walls. ‘Tiens ta Foy!’" Past hearing now; at sundows, the young sur- blood steps of the churches poor wretches “gat bandaging their tora limbs with strips of bloody muslin. Strange sounds came from the stone drew the rope tight— Ge wane Ci ypeol slowly up the ut an Lorraine covered her eyes with hands; the roar ef the crowd But Jack wae and when, of all the officers of the regiment, in the centre of the street. The 88th and 80th, the 68th, the 78th and 74th reximents followed this example. “Mort aux Vachi howled a herd of half-crazed reservists. bursting into the crush. “Mort aux Prusstens! A tram; the “Royal March.” unclored. “Jack!" ‘There was no answer. The surgeon whispered to the Sister of Mercy: “Don't forget to hang out CHAPTER XVII. The Valley of the Shadow. AYLIGHT was fading in the room where Lorraine lay in ed infantry, rifles en bandou. ihrunken, faded caps pushed doseiand adel gd the bed where Lorraine lay. Jack made a nign. “Bhe is asleep,” murmured the Bis- ter; “you may come nearer now. Close the window.” i Before he cduld reach the bed the oor was opened violently from with. out, and an officer entered swinging o lantern. He did not see L oat first, but held the door open, saying to Jack: “Pardon, monsieur; {his with fever, roamed around the room, xtartled, despairing. Under the win- dow the White Cutrassters were sing- and ing as they rode: “Filex’, Adler, fieg’! Wir eturmen nach, Fin eining Volk tn Waffe: ‘Wir sturmen nach ob tausendfach Des Todes Pforten Klaffe Und fallen wir, flleg’, Adler, fileg’! Aus unserm Dlute maohst der Bleg! her alive there on the pillows, Jack, his head on nis arms, stood by the window, staring out vacantly at the streak of light in the west, against which, on the straight, gray ramparts the white Tag Mapped blacis against the dying gun. Under the window, in the muddy, the air trembled with A Bister of Riotous line soldiers cried out “Trea- “rere in a sick person here,” sald side to aide, Lorraine stretched ont fucea turnéd toward the west, where hymp— the white flag flew on the ramparts. Heavier, denser, more suffocating grew the crush; an ambulance broke sight of the old officer, who now stood my, eal bareheaded in the lantern-Neht, look- ir Bagte! fy! * Bhe crept out of bed, her echoes—sounding, resound- bare feet tra the turbulent torrent of men and per ‘by mt horses and cannon. The Grande Rue — The Emperor spoke, looking straig’ rushed outward, the little After a moment the officers began to back out, one by one, through the doorway. The Emperor atill stood by the bed, his vague, inscrutable eyes fixed on Lorraine. Jack moved toward the bed, trem- bling, The Emperor raised his color- 1, dead, the Porte de Balan tottered s mass of ruins. ‘The cannonade attll shook the hills to the south in spite of the white flag on the citadel. There were white flegs, too, on the ramparts, on tho Port des Capucins, and at the Gate street trembled with the outcrash of drums; the culraasiers halted, the find lath 6 carting eer guint stata 7a rove at a gallop ““« ” eucugh the opened ranks, Lorraine pectoctiy alishted ee nite Comte leaned from the window; the off rrecty ten ts the carriage looked. uy ral fr thems bee treble, limpse of a moat below. Jack, cold with fear. “A child,” said the Emperor, softly, With a vague gesture he stepped nearer, smoothed the coverlet, bent cloner and touched the sleeping girl's forehead with hia lips. Then he stood up. gray-faced, impasstve. “I am an old man,” captivity, the White Culrassiers gui. loping on every side h they The Sister of Mercy opened the door butla i mney pe eo "af Paria behind, calling her. culramed with steel, flinging defiance hom 4 Sect “He ta in to the German flooda that rolled to- Lorraine turned her head, Her eyes wal aaa eaee om ~ wi were sweet and serene, her whole “Th te a " eaid Lorraine, * peare Ten lite. We anal They spoke Morteyn, of their Are You Going Away for Vacation? When you go out of town for vacation you may find It is diffl- to provide yourself with the right sort of reading he said, as though to himself. Ho looked at Jack, P who now came close to him, holding Jack spoke: “It may be too late. It 1s a plan of a balloon to you from Lorraine”. The uproar in the streets drowned his volce—"Mort @ I'Empereur! A bas I'Empire!"* A staff officer opened the door and fathomless blue a finincnarsan han ee of Lorraine, of the honer of Fran. F4 the justice of Me love the wind was atill; the peat flag under the window hung motionless, He sighed; his eyes closed, Sho stretched out beside him, her body against his, her bare arme around his neck, ri His heart fluttered: stopped; flut- we brought It Bear this in mind, not only for yourself but for any of your friends GODQDODOODOOONSD: SSO aT ne eee ntnaTTON TON TERN LS OU ERON IIXXXDOGDDOGHOGHODOGOODOHODOOHEOQOOOS’ GOING SOME A Farce-Romance of the | Alive With Laughter, Thrills and Action MODDDOCOQODOOOHHGOHOHGDOOHODH}DHOPDHGOOOHBDIOHOAIDOIMOIAOAIa6 Big Outdoors; DDDODDDOHDOHDHHOOHHDOGHOHHDDODODP By Rex Beach