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American The War Romance of an im Algiers re ke ot kM ete) CHAPTER 1. The Exile. 4X DORAN formeriy cavalry Heutenant in the Untied @ates army Foreign Lamon, wae quartered with new + pF * i Prences bie « Hid) bel Abbes During the past few months bie d Wbole world had \urned upside down, A Ue while Gao he wae knows ae the only son of beautiful Rese Doran; a heir te lmmenne Wealth, as the betrothed of Bille Brockton, © Gassing comic pers prime donne Now he was wone of these things As © mation of fact, he was not even Max Doran. Ae Mra Doran lay dying ebe sent for him and confemsed thet he was fet her eon Her dead bushand, she enid, had longed fur « eon Wo carry hie name Mer only child had been born while she was wintering in Pren Guring her burvand'’s absence in America. The child had been « daughter, 6 cif, ULcanny Jooking oresture To shield her husband frow éisappo! t meat, Mre. Doren had changed chtidren with « woman in « French village, taking the latter's new-born eon, Max Delatour, and bribing the woman to take the ein daughter, Josephine Mas had been passed off on Mre. Deren's husband, upon bis return, as Ble own obiid, The boy's real pareute bed emigrated w Algeria, taking Josephine with them. Mra. Doran died imploring Mas to GWA the secret of his birth and to beeep the Loran fortune that would by law be hia Hui Max, recovering from we frei torrie shock of the j Fevelation, saw but one course w foliow, dio made known to his lawyers What dire, Doran bad told him; he Ve up ai claims on the Doran for- (ins isascd Mille rovktou trom nent, resigned his com- mipsion in the arwy, aud wet forth Damelone and aliuvel penniless for Al Gerla (n searoh of Lie real heiress, He found Josepiine working at @ howl there. Bhe was a Vulkar, queer- looking girl, courted by her couain, & French expatriate, also named Dola- tour, Max explained the situauion to her, and gradually impressed upon her bewildered mind that #he wae heiress to great wealth, Then remained the problem of bis own future, On shipboard he had met and done various simple services for a young girl Who was alao going to Algeria. Bhe was Sanda de Lisle, daughier of the Foreign Legion's colonel, and was on her way out to join her father, She introduced Max to the Colonel at Sidi- bel-Abbes, Whither Max bad jours neyed in search of Josephine, and the young inan promptly asked his leave to enlist in Wie Legion, The permis wion was eagerly granted, din day or two “Max St, George” (as he had deCided to call himself) was @ private in (hat strange cosmopolitan body of soldier He won popularity for himself the day he joined by thrashing in fair fight the Legion's official pugilist, a lant named Pelle, Max was grateful to Sanda for her sympathy and sweet companionship. But he Was not in love with hor, His heart was broken—he thought irre. trevably-—-by the cool willingness of Billie Brookton to desert hin whi he Jost bis fortune, As for Sanda— from childhood she had worshipped il the world—a man who, to as @ mediaeval knight. ard Stanton, the great © rer=the Man who was ut to start from Algiers even now al im search of a ost Ons! very existence Was still in Banda ‘had started on a long Journey to the encampment of Ben Raana, Agha of the Djazerta ons ‘She Agha was her father’s friend; and the Colonel had sent Sanda to the oasis to vielt Ben’ Raana’s only whose daughter, so that Sanda might eee the best of native life and alse be of help to the lonely native girl Captain Amuranthe of the Chasseura d'Afrique had just been ordered from Sidi-bel-Abbes to Touggourt, and wes leaving at once with his wife, They could take Sanda with them; and at Touggourt Ben Raana ‘would have hy friend's dquehter met by an cont and several women servants, ‘Agso, Richard Stanton would soon be at Touggourt, equipping for his ex- ploring trip. ‘It WAs an Opportunity not to miss; though otherwise Colonel DeLisie might have kept the girl with him for @ fortnight longer. Sanda would have liked to bid Max good-bye, or If that were not possible to write him a letter, But Lisle said it “would not do.” Not that the newly enlisted soldier would misun- dersand; but—he would realize why he heard nothing more from his colonel’s daughter. Ben Kaana bad done what he could to honor Col, De Lisle through his daughter. He had sent a fine caravan to fetch the girl to Djazerti nd, ace cording to the ideas of desert travel- lera, no luxury was Jacking for her cogifort, His halt-sister’s eon, Sidi Tahar Hen Hadj, had under him geome of the best men of the Agha’s goum, and there weré a pair of giant, ink- black slaves to guard the guest and ber two negresses. ‘She was waited upon only by the women and the two black giants 7ho rode behind the white camelr snd altogether Sidi Tahar Ben Hac) was in his actions an example of that Arab chivalry about which Sanda had read. Nevertheless, she was not able vo _ like him, For one thing, though he bad a fine bearing and a good enough figure (s0 far as she could tell in his flowing robea and burnous), In looks he was no hero of romance, but a disappoint- ingly ugly man, Ourieda, the Agha's daughter, was only sixteen, and Tahar was supposed to be no more than a dozen years her elder, but he appeared nearer forty than twenty- aight. He had suffered from small- pox, which had marred hia large fea turea and destroyed the sight of one eye. On the third day they reached the oasis of Djazerta, with ita thou- sands of date palms. On the first night of her stay Ourleda told Sanda in confidence: “My father t# very enlightened in many ways, but in others he ts as narrow and hard as the rest of our people, who hold to their old cus- toms more firmly than they hold to life. My father Intends me for the wite of Si Tahar (son of my aunt, Mabrouka, whom you moet to-night), who met and brought you to our house.” Banda could not keep back a little gasp of dismay, “Oh, no! It's not asible!” she cried. “You're #0 tiful, and so fair. He's so— 80""— “Hideous. Don't he afraid to say the word to me. I love you for ft, But becanse Tahar's not deformed from birth, and the strength and beauty of the line isn't threatened, hia looka make no difference to my » To him it seems far more important that I should jove my bus before marriage You eee, tha « ever happen to & gir © our rece and reiigion, If Tahar were uld never have seen him, nor he me An I had not seen bim, it would perhaps be « there woul mystery of the pect that; and tf already I hadn't » dislike Tahar for bis own mothers | ahould be fh other girle-except he great (hing of my ho worse off th for one thing: life” “What i that thing?” “De you know what it # to ha’ ~* man who le Importance to you; #0 great that you think of bim by day and dream of bim by night? “Yen, there are two such men in my * Sunda replied; and was sur- prised at herself that ahe should have said two. More truly there was only one man, not counting her father, who had a@ place in her thoughts. “Two men!" Qurieda echoed, look- ing shocked. “But how can there be tw Sanda felt herasif blushing and ashamed before the woman of another race, She tried to explain, though it was difficult, because she had given the answer wit! to think; Indeed, it had al oken itself. “The man who has veen my hero ali my Lfe-—-and always will be, I wi pose, though he doesn't care fo and thinks me as of, for some strange reason He's seldom out of my thoughts by dey for very long, | believe; but the other—I hardly know why I men Uoned him!-—ie only @ friend, anu & now friend. He's nothing to me Al, really, though I'm interest ed in him bee: of the strange way we met and were thrown together. But the odd thing ta 1 dream of hin often.” “The women of my people say it is the man you dream who has touched your soul,” Ourieda sald thoughtfully, “That's @ very poetical idea, but I'm sure it isn't true!” Sanda exclaimed. “Now, te me about yourself, be- cause if Lady Mabrouka should send for you"—— “Yea, | am, oh, 80 anxious to tell yo help you to understand ma, and by and by you will tell me more, Al- ready I can see that you must be al- most as unhaypy as I &m, because you say the one you care for doesn’t care for you. That must be terrible, but you are free, and perhaps some day you can make him care, As for me, if I am saved soon, I shall be married to Tahar and lost forever.” “But aurely your father, who loves you ao dearly, won't actually force you to marry against your will?” “He will expect me to obey, and I hall have to obey or—kill «myself. Rather tbat, only—oh, Sanda, 1 am @ coward! At the jast minute my courage might fail, The one thing mj father would promise was that should be left as I am till my seven- teenth birthday. That very day Is fixed for the beginning of the mar- riage feast, We shall have a whole week of rejoicing. Think of the hor- ror ofit for me! I had a year of hope when he made the ‘promise, Now 1 have less then six months, And in all that time nothing has happened,” Sanda saw by the girl's look and guessed by the quiver of her voice that she was not speaking vaguely. There was something in particular praying for, counting upon from day to day. And which ehe had that thing had not happened, “You know, now you've been with said, ‘that the harem of an Arab Caid isn't @ nest of wives, us peupie in never seen one sup- I Europe who hi ! My father has laughed when told me Christians believed that. Now, Aunt Mabrouke and I and our the only women tn my father's harem; but when I was a servants Uttle girl, before my mother died—I can just remember her—besides my mot! herself there was her sister, whose Spanish husband hat been drowned at sea, An Arab man thinks it a disgrace if any women related even distantly to him or his wife are thrown on the world to make their own living. It could never happen with an Arab woman if ahe were re- spectable, And even though my mother's sister was bpanish and & Christian, my father offered her and her boy a home. Already his own sister, Aunt Mabrouka, son Tahar, Neither of the boys lived in the harem of course, for they were oid enough to be in the men’s part of » and have men for their servants; but they came every day the how to see their others, Even then, though I wes Uny child, I hated Tahar—and loved Manoel Valdez. Tahar had had emallpox, and looked Just ag he looks now, only worse, be- cause he hed a bad chin that bis beard hides; and Manoel was band- some, Oh, you can’t imagine how handsome Manoel was! He waa like the tdeal all girls, even Areb girls, must dream of, I think, I can see him now—aa plainly as I see you in this sad, palo light that comes up from the desert at night.” “Ig it long @ince you partedT® Sanda asked quickly, to it away that persistent thought of trouble, “We parted more than once, bey cause when our two motherg same acne, one after another, of the.. Daily M ee onday. A te The Evening Worl agazine. M pa od he i i i i & Hie i Hi t E i i i 2 Bee ? Hi LET'S Nove. hig from the fate of caught deserters the penal battalion for monthe, if not a year; Geath, perhaps, from fever or y Arab quarter; eight days in the celis, But the clothes al oe Lebould keep him from trying * first failure and imprison “And the moo arly four month bad passed, into @ stone eol CHAPTER IV. The Mission. T t# the darkest comes before the Binee bi and he bi the same way. The secon sentence was twice as long; yearned over bi ing except LETS MOVE THE MOSQUITOES ARE PAWING ME ‘Wey ARE EATING TY ’ rey ARE GA LET'S Move WE ARE NEAR — AIG PEN LET'S Go BACK Tee To { WHERE We, Air 'S NOT So Pure thon there’ Ho said “wo,” because it was m: comforting to Valdes that names should be bracketed together as friends; but as Legionnaires they were already far apart. Max had never been censured, had never seen Almost every one seemed to be the Inside of the prison building (that low-roofed, eintater building that rune along the walls of the barrack yard), in the sohoo!l of corporals. to go, as did Soon he would wear on his blue sleeve coveted rod woollen stripe. Garcia, on the contrary, was con- atantly falling into trouble. He had even drunk too much, once or twice, in the hope of drowning trouble, as Legiounatres do. maroh to the south was ostensibly for Bi in the desert or eleor those who had served for six monthe—were eeldom taken If a long list of Ainck marks stood against thelr names. ness—typhold fever—Manoel was sent away to school, He's nine yeare than I am—twenty-five now; a little more than three years younger than My father sent him to the university in Algiers, because, see, he Was Christian—or, rather, he was nothing at all then; he, had not settled to any belief. Tahar was lik Aunt Mabrouka, very religious, an did not care muc the Koran and @ little French. went once to Paris, but he didn’t etay He said he was homeaick, he ts clever in his way! known how to make himself neces- ary to my father.” “And Manoel Valdes? asked Sanda, “My father loved him a@ boy, because blood as my mother, Mabrouka was jealous even then— for she ruled in the house after my mother's death—#he couldn't dice my father’s mind against hard as she tried, to come here when I would know, and I T'd aloiost rather be by, other people than with myself.” exclaimed Ourleda, “that foreign girls were different from us even in their seoret thoughts! you will love me, won't you, although you think I am neod your love and help!" “I love you or I shouldn't have promised what I have just promised now,” Banda aasured her, “But if there were «till more— harder and more 4 ous-would you love me eno do that thing too?” “Do you mean something in par- ticular that you have in your mind "Yoa, oh, yes! ular. u tell me what it is?” am half afraid.” “Don't be afraid. Teil mei” “Hush!" whispered Ourleda “Don't me one coming this way-— ‘tly? 1 must tell you an- Call to the doves!" CHAPTER Il. The Secret Link. N the Place Carnot at Bidi- bel-Abbes that evening there ‘was a band concert. Max, strolling idly along, chanced to meet a fellow soldier, a Spaniard, who, on the day Max enlisted, secretly begged him for bie civilian clothes, Max had gath- ered from this plea that the Spaniard who called bimself Juan Garcla— Intended to desert, To-night the Spaniard joined him and they walked along together, Sud- denly, a# the band be, rela aterted violently, ‘a the matter, Garcia? Are asked M ‘the band ts play- why I'm not in Paris to-night, There'd r letters before; od me in te midat of re- hearsal—thank God— etill have till the end of September, The crisis Won't come Ull then, on her @even- teenth birthday.” “I can lend you @ tittle,” aaid Max, “U've @ tew hundred dollars 1eft.” “It aecma @ lot here! ke Benen SOE AY See re we Ae “Have you never seen him since?” Sunda asked, her h with the rush of the story as Ourleda rt beating fast," told you,” 8, he has geen me, and I have ut we have not spoken, For a whole year But what you said about the man of your thoughts and the man ot your dreams was Very queer, and made me forget for an instant. ‘I aim glad you love some one, for that will ealthy and aly? oxcept In letters, I heard nothing. faith. 1 seemed to feel Manoel think- ing of me, calling me, far away across I knew that we should meet in life or death, At last, one Priday two years ago—Friday, you know, lo the women's day for visit- ing the graves of loved ones—I saw He wae dressed like a beg- face waa atained dark rown and near): hood of @ rage recognized the eyes, centimes—eorne dollar tobacco for my frign and pay fellows to do and 60 on—fellows wild wi it! Jove! It makes me feel a brute to think what a few sous mean to gentlemen, nome of 'em, who've luxurious Mfe than I have— laybe that's why theyre here; be- cause they Hved too luxui other people's money. Te George, did you ever hear the name of Manoel Valdes?” a thought fi de and myse! 6 wae of the same I mean something though Aunt They looked 1 realised that he must have been waiting for me to pass. Mabrouka, He knew of course that whenever possible we went on Friday to the cemetery. almost fainted with joy; but Allan gave me presence of mind and strength to hide my feelings, how sharp Aunt Mabrouka ts, the great ambition of her life to see the daughter of the Arha married to her son. Never for one moment whe trusted me gince he spied out the truth about Manoel. ‘hat Friday, th Oh, it was go Manoel was near! for more than just remembered that my ol randson in my father’s &@ fine rider, who firat taught Manoel—to ait on & horse. Through my nurse and Ali ben Sliman I got letters from Manoel. He told me 14 watt for him two—or at most three—years, he would havd money saved to give me a life Manoel was fre 6 liked, for hi or for the douar if we were e loved life under the ad a wonderful voice our Arab songs Father wished Tho full moon Nt the tntruder'’s face as if with a white ray from Police lantern, Pelle and a dozen I. gathers recognised the man from the your Bleventh, who could have but one midnight errand in the sleeping-room of the Tenth: the errand of a thief. Like wolves they leaped on him, anapping and growling, swearing the ughte: strange oaths of the Legion, Bay- very idyal to France as @ onets fiashed in the moonlight; blood very, apoutod red, ot the march last aprii All was over inside two minutes. The guard, hearing shi and stolcally bore awe "a Li stained bundle to the bow) body blamed the men, Ni y pitied the bundle—except Max, whose first experience it was of 1) aw uation. But pone exciting prospects of a march, o leg allowed to spoil the Wed or un instant. “Valdes? and he could emall and I wi foaw great notices: T remombernow, ‘em, You're right. Don't be afraid to speak. I asked for It.” Baltenet, the man who wrote ‘la Natlia,’ wrote art for me, because he thought sing ft, and because J un- ™ other Buropean does, I was brought up in the desert How that music they're playing makes mo hear her oall me, far away from behind her ocean of dunes! Cc binding our souls togethe: can keep them apart. Saltenet was my denetaotor. thing for me. my fortune—after I'd made that's human nature! nights ago 1 cause he wouldn't l6t me go when that girl called—my desert princess! He vowed he'd have me arreated—- anything to stop me And he tried to hold me by force, down in hia own private room at the theatre where we were rehearsing, then I had to make eure he wasn't dead, for his blood was on my hands, my sleeves, my shirt front. was only concussion of the brain, but I hoped tt would keep Dim atill until I'd got well away, "That afternoon an oMcer 1 know had happened to mention before me that @ lot of men were being ahipped off to Oran for the Foreign Legion. It wos as if some Africa was my often need hk cared more for music than anything else—except for When T was eight and . I thwarted to know that I hardly dared to seventeen I told marry hin when I grew up, and he sald he would watt for me, I sup. pose he was only joking then; but }, the thoug'it of him and the love of him In my heart made me begin to grow into ® Woman sooner than if T had had only the thoughts of a child. "It was three years ago, when I was thirteen, that he began to love me as iF forget the not hadjaba Do you know what that means? # considered to be @ obild still, and I could go out with my aunt to the baths, or with one of our servants, I was not shut up in the y, Tam now, But ja my heart woman because of Manoel, is even these few days,” Ourieda day he told me! He has done He would have made daughter, such as I am. He would “Tt wos that thin, tng now,” suld thi they should have it here alr is out of the new African net, ‘La Nalta,’ produced ten days ago—a trial per- jarseilies, and on now Comique in Paris. Good Another world, and these extraordinary mon are playing that song here already “Your ong echoed the words. if @ certeln letter had not come to me on the night of the last rehearsal but one, and if we had not been in Mursellies, gohearaing, I shouldn't be here to-night. in Paris, perhaps coming on the stage a this moment, where | Suppowe my understudy is grimacing like the conceited monkey he is, "I mean to desert, 1 enlisted in the legion for ita protection in getting to Africa because | was in danger of rest, And you know the Legion, ence it's got a man, Won't give him up to the police uniess he's a murderer, Pm not that, though I came near it, Even while I signed for five years’ I should have to desert minute I could hope to get away, 11 wait now till the big march be- nd get as far south . in my direction—t! tion I want. The a ip you!” sald Max, hing I've done so far and ve to do is for love, Does @ you think me @ fool?” ning my father’s consent. I sent word that I would wait for him three years, all the years of my life 1 knocked him was free and beautiful. months Manoel and I kept our # He said he would do anything to have me for his wife, He had no money of his own, but he had been told that he could make a fortune with his voice, singing In opera, and he had been lessons without telling my call ourselves T told him all tl be before my seventeenth birt! dpvoluntarily Max the end of September. should be dead—or else Ta’ Since then, not hearing, T have two more letters to the same for T have no other. has come, Now Ali has died of fever, and I can never write to Manoel again be ‘unlese—unlesa”—+ “Unless what?" breathed Sanda, ‘Would you tf you “"Yoa,” anew: without hesitating, “Every letter you write—no to your fathor, because he might ask quea- tions, but to @ friend—leave the en- velope open, and turn your back, or out of the room, Then don’t look | ‘to the letter again, or notice if it seoms thicker than before, but fasten and seal the envelope ‘ill you do that?’ 14 Sanda, rather miserably, ‘ou IT will do that.” "You have friends in France who letter if they found ft in one of yours, without ex- planations?* “T have friends who would do that, perhaps, but to make it more eure I It would not salve my gonactence to let you slip a letter into en phen envelope, aad thet I knew hapa tt waa morbid to attribute But no answ these motives to Grant Reeves, who had once been his friend, but he did attribute the, actual thoughts, Max wondered If he, too, were wetting the cafard, the madness “engaged,” as girls an rope are engaged to had come to stay with us, and bad brought her remembered. 6 reminded me, goal, but I'd next to no money. ouldn't France pay soon after my thirteenth birthday, Aunt Mabrouki who must hav Apy on us, overheard us talking, “She tol my wouldn't believe her, but he surprised me into confessing. I shouldneverhave ‘been so stupid, only, from what he said, I thought he already knew every- thing. After all, it was so little! Just words of love and gome dear kisses! He suspected there was more; and it I hadn't made him understand he might have killed Manoel, and me, too. But even as it was, my father and Aunt Mabrouke hurried me from the douar in the night, before Manoel knew that anything had happened. IT wae brought here; and never since have I been outside this garden with. It was months before I And Manoel wae font away, cursed by my father for to help me. y why I must desert. Wouldn't you do the same in my Place? got it in you, | wonder, to sacrifice everything in life for @ woman?” Max thought for a moment before risking @ reply, Then he . “T—almost dell But who knowe?” “Some day you will know,” ald Manoel Valdez, looking away toward Ho was also tortured by {tem ho had read tha count of Billie Brookton's approaching marriage to Jeff Houston, @ Chicago yot millionaire. Ly terrible accident, the story she had t. tell, and her death, had ehilled the of what he thought was love, Billie's was to go on the march, lettor of farewell had put tt out, But the scar of the burn sometimes hurts, — "Yo ‘ht wan one of those times, and loved that-hia disappointinent in Tillie had had its influence in driv. began, ing him to the Logion, Shi as 4 typeof whal was mercenary, cal- cnlating and false in womankind, Just am (almost unknown to himself) San- da DolAgio.atood for what wus gentle, waand true, Ho felt that Billie the Touggourt attractions sh , We Continuedd “4 CHAPTER Ill. The Theft. had served four months in the Foreign Le- gion he felt older by tow years, Hoe looked older, too, ‘There were faintly skatonedt Mines round his mouth and eyes, and “I have to save A given to a man who isn't fit to ki little embroidered shoes—biess cider The iettar told-me. ane would ce! ie or “me she wou ther dle than marry That went out at all, to come again near in uer ae long as be lived, unless that Aven ==SS! By HEADON HILL @ = ten by ro ond Menoni Valdes (aries Ger Maen \ifed ot der sirenty vaguriy talked of —e wae more grave & H 2 $ > since it ad bean heard in the theatre) could have saved nw 9 escaped with ight viii to the Nothing op earth, he Banda an over the surgeon sent him Li t but mn, “Et ian't too late ¥. be tun poast ble. The September ing, Dut there was again « other And when there was pros- r the Legion, recruite—even ‘That from drink a afar ral’ Legion's Also he was broodi t spoke, i and encouraging morbid y day; Yet, tood now made him hard, with @ rather ‘Was not good, and that Se a sored nee death ot erip: © Legion loos eeived on4 trinked oF ot oniett jetned «ut & hed not aoa pm teat of an Ale’ march for marching’s eake ad op ibe Gay of Bi thieves and murderers bur r = uy oma. of the Mab country "Ch. beller not to think of No oF be ve om SF ak them et a0, perbepe, bet de as some of the other men 416 despair tor Vaiten, Me forget even ae they everything from that 2° ved, to bis Page ot ta forgotten; take the few nm it deeb (or liberty trom Bidi-bel Eee not to do & counter-irritent! “Bolder Bt. George—my evltter!” a wooed to 4 it through |\mafore securing it, for had be been ME. the Fen caus br} pped with civilian clothes not even ine marvellous vole (the talk of the @rl's vous Mas bear cf down. fo. He would ihe aaron aid, He fell muddenty asleep, air, her long, And if Tm taken on the bit of red woo! on his sleeve than Lieut. Max Doran would bave thought Nhe 'aews. a wont later, that his bame was among those who would go om “the great mareb.’ It was “Four who brought him iiperet goctaty of the. mush af ne hot ro ety of ti not th trouble, through now leader who had arisen, a young & man of the far south called the “De- no obstacle had tnd Selioving tn Hot weather came, Bome Me yg 3 temporarily ora rink “ond. tinh They were known sufferers, Ono hot August night as Max lay sleepless he saw a man rum. it. eee face for the Sret Hin alone and unofficially since they had parted in the Salle d'Honneur. nis Colonel was walking unaccom; fects, in the street not far from the little In a flash garden of the officers’ club, where x recognized the man. H. conee! another company, and had othe turolng Mase quick she 54s mach to steal into the dor:mit: the reall The fellow must bed 4g wave of mingled pity and 1 speak loathing rushed over Max. Fearing Debiste cried out sh gay one ceaie he's maton. should lish, awake, he wou have motioned him "oft in wlience; poral” hav but the warning gesture was misun- derstood. The thief started back, ex- earn! peoting @ blow, stumbled againat the H. Nearest bed, roused Four Byes, and hia in @ second the whole room was in an Lisle face to turning Max's to call him “Good evenin, guick salute be turned mipute! cortuily’ it Hag. » bound could the word “Cor- have sounded ao like fine musi; in & poor, hon-commiagioned offlcer’ wheeled, pale with pleasure that au idea! should wish to with him, and in English, the - wuage they had used when they atill social equals, “My Colonel! stammered, “L want, to 01 late on uick promotion,” said loyal to me as @ friend. this one, now coming ts, rushed in pected for this time, and on mp, blood- must go myself), I do’ ital, No» tata girl like Sanda Livi) cated where ebe is, forgotten not even letter she wished to be remem-= bered to’ you, If possible, To- jon'a rest; and Corporal, it ls possi! wo it wae that in half an hour the t give the i avengers had become once | “I thank you for #, my more stone figures carved on narrow tombs in @ moonlit maw Max alo: ualising t witnessed. over news he had lately heard—th Rooves, an old friend of his Colonel, but for one thii in Now York, liad just married Jo- #ephine Doran, the girl his own re- punciation had made rich, - Max sald, half ashamed of the deep joum, feeling which his voice betrayed. lay awake, He was vis- | Suddenly @ wild idea aj brutal scene he had just Max's head. Desper: to lot himself stop and | what your permission ¢o tell you it er “You,” eaid DelAsie, “It lad I'm gut of the way,” you in the matter f will, ax. “He wants me to be | “My Colon forgotten by every one, and he wants to forget me hinwelf. If I were on the poor, and hustling to get on mehow or other in business, it “that would be at your service might worry him @ little wo be geen case. spending money that used to be /n the regiment would give his *o on Unde march, always behaved a6 @ soldier ought, but he's as brave as he is hot tem« pered and reckless, Lf 1 could be re« conscious that he considered”—— ive in your power do me a favor I would repay M4 with my life if necessary, tho and Max began to stammer The best friend I have “Yos, my of the Logion! plied, “Well, I can make no DeLiale, speaking now more tone of an offtcer with @ subordinate, owing that he was not “But1 should like Max was no longer in love with happy, Corporal. shook of Rows Doran's #ffuir of your friend, and after that we shall see. Good night.” that day Guroia I poe aid peace ‘o Max was boundless, ‘re the best friend @ man eveg had!" oried the Spaniard A few hours later the big mano At lust the Legion reached "Tous Max and his comrade, Four He said he had no fad