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A Soldi ~ CHAPTER v Costin’ | Gone! f UT Ben Kanna regretved that 1 this might not be until all Bi was ready for the etart, i which must be made tn th Hing after the end of marriage feast, uniess Corporal st. George preferred tw walt Ul the morning after, The custome of Country must be respected by those adjourning in that country; and the Arab ladies visiting the douar would b@ seandalized if @ young girl were allowed to speak with @ strange man. | notaing for it but DEON, Max submitted, wardly raging, hie wrote ens the officer jolt ta Must report, but no letter could reach DoLisiv for many Wweeas That sume wight Kowdra Bent Djeliad, the woman who bad travelled from Touggourt to return 4s Banda’s attendant, ‘came from the camp of Ue caravan asking Lf she mign( seo ber new mistress. All was hurry and confusion in the women's part of the “Lente eultane, for @ great feast was going on which Would jast through moat of the mht. The excited servants told Khadra that she must go, and come again to the tent in the morning; but just of love began, and Khadra begged so bard ay that she was allowed to stand the servants, She had never 1 » but she had been the preter ("an order from the master,” said he, slipping @ five-frane pivce into her id) that there would be no other Rouwnia in the company. When Khadra caught sight of -brown head, un- a oll covered Ons the heads wrapped in colored silks or gauze, + ha: cautious! edged nearer it, behind the duubl rank of serving women, All w sorbed in, staring at a dancing-girl, a celebrity who had been brought from an oasis town farther south, She had arrived at Djazerta and had travelled to the douar when the @mily hastily fitted; but this was ye night of her best dance, Nobody noticed Khadra. Whga she was close behind Sanda she pr ded to Cah big silk handkerchief, such as Arab women love. Squatting down to pick it up, she contrived to thrust into a small white hand hanging over ¢y, an edge of the divan a ball of crumpled paper, and gently shut the fingers over it. A few months, or even weeks, Sanda would have started at the touch and looked around. But her long stay among Arab women, and the drama of the last eight days, had schogled to self control. Instantly sho that some new plot was on tbat she was to be mixed up in it, She was deadly sick of ager but she loved Ourleda and had a vised her not to give up hope until the laat minute, Perhaps something un- expected might come to pass. With ~ Ay secret touch on her hand, he feel of the paper in her pal Ry ieee that her prophecy was be: fulfilled. f t far away sat the bride, raised bove the rest of the company ind of throne made of carved painted red and thickly gilded. Tt had served generations of brides in the had been a ‘was loo! fg eyes were fixed and Introspeo= When Sanda was sure that Lella Mabrouka and Taous, her spy, were beth | jntent on the figure posturing in the cleared space in the centre of the m, she cautiously unfolded the ball paper. Holding it on her lap, bed fdaen by the frame of her hands saw a fine, clear black writing, 2 writing new to her, The words— French words—seemed to spring to her eves: “Tell Ourieda that I am here, She win know who. Perhaps you know also. There is only one thing to do, She must go, when the time comes, to Tahar's tent, but let her have no fear, At night, when her bridegroom should come to her, I will come Instead and take her away, No one wili know till the morning after, so we shall have a Jong start, For a while I will hide her in a hose at Djazerta, where I have |e; friends who will keep us safe until the search 18 over, “No one will think of the town. All wit] believe that We ‘have joined you and the caravan which your father haa sent In charge of Corporal St George. It is with him T have come, for I, too, am a Legiounaire. I hope to see St, George and explain my latest plans, but already he knows that shall ‘try and reach Spain or Italy, There I can make myself known with: out fear of caplure « gon’ 1 can get engagements and money, anything prevents my seeing St, George again, after«l have started, show him this, or let him know what T have satd, M. Vv." Banda's cheeks, which had been pale, brightened to carnation as she read; but the dancer held all eyes, The ‘girl crumpled up the letter and palmed it again, show it to Ouri had not once been allowed a moment afone in each other's company, Some pretext must be thought of for the giving of Manoel’s letter. what? for of late they The answer was not long in com- ing. After the dance all the women, with the exception of the throned, be- Jewelled bride, sprang or scrambled up from their cushions to congratu- late the celebrity, Some of them testified their admiration by offering Aetna eae tt nd Oh SSP PRIS er of the “Lesion | tr Th whe he Bidi-bel-Abbes would come end would be abeent Mis letter of ex. planation ought to have arrived by! that time, but it be considered the trick of @ deserter, And even when he appe clas desertion from be told. & black would probably f whieh t the Colune thought of » the certainty up Just how much that consolation would doa lalf, word came that Mile DeLisio was ready to leave her friend. The caravan had been rt jod and waiting for the last) h must tent cried through the young man's blood. Banca spoke @ few words to her in Arabic, her bassouran, luggage out and packed in side. not w Uttor-curtains parted. party, saw the trembling of the rain- bow-colored stuff and glanced up, ex-| pectant. of love rushed over him, loved a Billie Brookton! dreamed about you, to untrue; yet she kept back the words in @ queer sort of loyalty to Stanton— Stanton, dreamed of her, wondering how to h But what— I a ruta . a Nv LYiNe '> oO Mite guided | CHAPTER Wd. The Heart of Max. AX bad resigned bimeelt aye wee to Juan Gar exertion from the Legion, | wince the girl must be saved «But he wae far Py about bis ewn position w Wee thet the day when due to report bimesit at he} M mb da . ed the news of Gar ts caravan must The loss of 4 man would be mark against him, aud he felt the stripe om d been ©) gratulated by ng Sande again, and that sie would “stand but be did bot realiae There wae for bim; van, until, after the delay of a day ur, and Max knew that the bride have gone to hor husband's my Soldier St, George!” Banda! English, and @ thrill) ran “Tt is in Khadra wag brought forward, and) ‘Then the girl was helped into lay from th by The unti kground of trees, | dim in the distance that Sanda’ Max, riding the only horse in the! A great and irresistible tide! What @ fool, what a young, simple fool he) had been to think that he bad ever! _ x “You don’t know how glad I to see you!" the girl explained. “I'v thought of you so often and”"——she was going to add impulsively—‘nod but she ro- aw membered the Arab saying which Ou- Ad that when a wom- of @ may, that is the man Tt was] silly saying and He intends only to surprise and stun Tahar, He doesn’t want life with Ourieda spoiled, for cart i be @ public character, you know, if he succeeds in escaping from ‘Aneria. He'll be a Rreat winger, He oan take back hi who neither thought nor “I was so thankful when I heard ay Biel had bac for me,” she own name. quickly went on, “I heard about it = « gnly through ‘that letter—you “know to know. “Surely ‘France. would be mea “Yea, I know,” sald Max, “ felt pete fora singer than Spain, or even they didn’t mean to tell you till the “Barhape, but, you know, he has hi last minute, though I could see no to desert from the Legion. In France reason why. I—I more than glad he could be brought back to Algeria and Proud to be the one to come.” to the penal battalion.” “Do you think Richard Stanton ma; “Oh, | hadn't thought of that!” be there when we get to Touggourt “It was—a hateful necessity, his she asked shamefaced yet not able serting.” to resist putting the question, Sanda looked at him anxiously, “I think it's very likely," Max tried “Will it make trouble for you?” to keep hin tone at reassuring level, _ “Possibly. I hoped it needn't hap- though he hoped devoutly that Stan- Pem But it had to. There was no other way in the end.’ “How he must love Ourteda, to risk all a for her sake ‘l think a0,” said Max quietly, “You don't count the cost very much when you are in love." He s to remember that speech before many daya. “They're wonderful, men like (4 Sanda murmured. “And th risk to come, for Ourleda and ‘nlm, A little for us, too, isn't there?” lease God! And very ton might be gone. He could not Koved to think of his seeing Sanda the Ahmara episode. With @ man of Stanton’ ratic nature who could be sure whether—but Max would not let the thought finish in bis mind, Sanda suddenly dropped the subject. Whether this was because sho saw that Max disliked it or whether she had no more to say he could not “Not for you, guess, “Tell me about yourself now,” ehe little for any us, But I see you aad, “My father has told me some }DOn, What Manoel expéots to things in letters, but I long to know PARDON | attr from you if I made a mistake in wanting you to try the Legion.” “You made no mistake, It's one ot the things I have to thank you tala Max of several very great things,” jd “what, other things? I can’t think of one unless you thank me for hav- ing a splendid fat! “That's one thin “Are there more?” thinking that he haa followed with Ourleda, to join our caravan, I do hope the Agha will send his men after us, for that will make Us sure those two have got away. If we hear sounds of pureult we'll hurry on quickly. ‘Then the chase will have farther to go back, and Manoel and Ourieda will gain time, The more ground we can sores before we're come vp with by he Agha's camels, who'll be superior “Yes.” to ours, the better it will be, won't “Toll me, please. Anyway, the itm greatest, or I shan't believe in any." ‘They pushed on as fast an the ani- Max Was silent for an Instant. Then mals could go when a long march and he said in a voice so low she could nt a mere apirt of speed was before them, Through the mysterious saj Phire darkness of the desert night t ° padding feet of the camels strode over the hard sand, Sanda asked Max to olfer an extra pay to the men if they would put up with an abbreviated pe Only pores hours they paused to sleep; and in the dusk before dawn, when al ving thingy are as shadows, the camels were wakened to snarl with rage while their burdens hardly hear it, bending down from her bassourah, “For giving me back my faith | women,” 1? But you hadn't lost 4t, “LT was in danger of losing it, with most of my mental and moral bag- gage, Through you—I've kept the ‘“phat's the most beautiful thing ever said to me. And it does me s0 much good after all I've gone through and been blamed for!" me rasoiege’y, a pped on again, As “Who's dared to blame you for any- og ery gt hig eg a a thing gionnaires make It, strong and black) “r Nad you to tell me about your- ine aa hivering @ little, “Do you self, When you have done that I'll tell you things that have happened here, things concerning Manoel Val- think “they Ii have found ‘Tahar yet Hardly yet! Not till daytt yn dex ant Ourieda—poor darling Ourl. ewered Max. “Are you cold eda, wom I quant to be thinking of desert. nights can be bitter, even in a sot only | anmmer. Won't you let me put aome- thing more around you?” thanks. It's only excitement that makes me shiver. I'm thinking of Ourieda and Manoel. I've been thinking of them instead of sleeping. can't help, being ny to get away— with’ you." Then, briefly she told him of her share in Ourleda’s plot; and of its discovery. “It may be a long time before But I'm not tired, 1 feel all keyed Manoel can send ue any word,” sald UD: as if something wonderful were Max when she finished speaking. “But &oing to happen to me, too,’ Something wonderful was happen~ we shail hear, : Tas sll hear Toupee, SROUS Te: Fit she had no idea of ne to Mow h, Manoel doesn't mean to kill that She would never know, ‘he him, ‘does he? Ourleda said he saute wouldn't do that! But Arab women All they journeyed on, save for are 80 Strange, s0 different from us, @ Shor alt at noon, and n't believe she'd care much if he happy. 1 to recall and quo to "M: did; except that if he were a mur- derer they could selze him, even in another country-—Spain, where they both hope to go ‘when they can get out zerta.” noel wouldn't care much, either, except for that same reason,” Max admitted. “But he does care for that, himself a verse of Tennyso' aud”: “Let come what come may; What matter ie 1 go mad, I shall have had fay!" le was having his day—fust that one day more, because on the next they would come to Touggourt, and Wht Cnt ny S€arey Dury We Powacty me; U®% Raana cut him short furlously. Fao Fem Am I AGIARY ton Wiiee oo Bowl wrt on dary om Tee aS KOM PS UNATIS hing Vio C ANY. ) ae, eee WON, (MH ee ae 5 in We’ Vig eS ES if Stanton were there he would spol! everything, At night they went on till late, as before; but the camelmen sald that the animals must have a longer rest. Luckily it did not matter now if they were caught. If Mar@el and Ourleda had escaped they hid had long start. A little after midnight the vast silence of the sand-ocean was broken with cries and shoutings of men, The Arabs, not knowing of the expected raid, stumbled up from their beds of baggings and ran to protect the camels; but Max, who had not undressed, waiked out from the litue camp to meet @ cavalcade of men, Ben Raana himself rode in advance, mounted on a swift running camel, In the blue gloom where the stars were night lights Max recognized the jong black beard of the Agha flowing over his white cloak. None rode near him. Tahar was not there. Max took that as a quod sign. “Who are you?" demanded the unt- formed Legionnaire in his halting Arabic, “In the name of France, I demand your business.” Ben Raana, recognizing him also, ently answered in French, “And ri jemand my daughtet “Your daughte Ab, I seo! It is the Agha of Djazerta. But what o we know of your daughter? W her being married.” “I think thou knowest well, cherished a viper in my bosom when I entertained In my house the child of George DeLisle, She has deceived me, and helped my daughter to deceive.” “I cannot hear Manemolaate Pe. my colonel “It your daughter has run away"— “If! Thou knowest well that she has run away with her lover, who has half murdered the man who should by now be her husband. Thou know- est_and Mademoiselle know: “You are mistaken,” broke In Max, not troubling to bide his anger. “If you think your daughter’—— “T think she {ts here! But thou canst not protect her from me, Try, and thou and every man with thee hall perish.” ‘Search 0} As he spoke, door of the me: her at Touggourt. of the bassourah, closo by on the sand, Khadra peeped out, The sear: was made quickly and almost with- out words. If the power of France had not been behind the soldier an the gir! whom Ben Raana now hated, he would have reverted—"enlight~ ened” man as he was—to primitive methods. He would have killed the pair with his own hand, while the men of hig goum put tho Arabs to all could have been buried 2 save the n which would have been led > Djazerta, But France was camp,” sald Max. da appeared at the little tent hired for From the shelter mighty and far reaching, and he and his tribe would have to pay too high for such indulgence. When he was hat Ourleda and Manoel Valdez were not concealed in the camp, with cold apologies and farewells he turned with his men and rode off toward the south—a band of shadows in the night. ‘The visit had been like a dream, the desert dream that Sanda had had of Max, Max of Yet dimly it seemed to both neant more anda. that these dreams had than this, The girl let St. George’ warm her small, ley banda and comfort ber with soothing words “You were not treacherous," he said. “You did exactly right,’ You deserve lappiness for helping to make Win, HE CAN WATCH THE IMAGINARY ENEMY gust * come, Soldier, come, or I “nn (an, that girl happy. And you'll have it! You must! You shall! I oouldn’t stand your not being hanpy.” “Already it's to-day,” she half whis- pered, “to-day that we come to Toug- sourt. The greatest thing tn my father's life happened there. I thought of that when I passed through before, and wondered what would happen to me. Nothing happened. But—what about to-day?” “May {It be something very good," Max said aconaiy, But his haart was heavy, a# in bis hands her ow: heavy, own grow CHAPTER VII. Strange Road: 8 they were within a fow miles of Touggourt word came to them that Riohard Stanton's caravan was just setting forth for the search “Lost Oasis.” shall meet him,” exclaimed Sanda. 1 can wish him gvodby and Godspeed! Soldier” (this was the name she had given Max), “it does seem as if heaven must have tumed our coming and his going for this moment.” “Or the devil,” Max amended bit- terly In his heart, But aloud nothing. He knew that if he had spoken Sanda would not have heard a, “and mtLate ahi braped. “Let's hurry on,” she lin, = Ho can't be angry. He must be giad for ° meet him—and surprise father’s sake, if not for mine, Oh! will go alone And she rode ahead fast and alone to where @ train of dark forms ad- vanced, It was a long procession of men and camels bearing heavy loads, #o long that the end of it had not yet come into sight behind the noxt wand billow; but at its head a man rode on a horse alone, with no one at his side, Already it was too dark to see hie face, but Max knew who it was. felt the man's identity ae an instinct as unerring as San- Also he longed to hasten after her and catch up with Sanda's running camel, as he could easily do, for his horse, though more delicate and not as enduring, could go faster. But ho held back, She did not want him to bo with her when she met Stanton; and {f he-Max-—wished to be there it was @ morbid wish, hear Stanton were kind or unkind to tie girl, he, the outsider, would suffer more than he need let himself suf- fer, since he Was not needed and would only be In the way, Riding slowly, Mi Stanton rein up his livioe am Uhe o , boaring = J bassourab, loped toward him; saw him stop in surprise and then, no doubt recognizing the face framed by the curtains, Jump off his horse and stride forward through the silky mesh of sand holding out his arma. The next instant he had the girl in them, wae lifting her down without walting for the camel to kneel, for she had sprung to him aa if from the crest of a breaking wave; and Max bit back an outh as he had to seo Ahmara's lover crush Sanda De- Lisle against his breast. No need for Sanda to wonder whe- ther “Sir Knight” would be glad to seo her! He was glad, brutally glad, it seemed to Max. “Curse him! How dare he look at her like that, after Ahmara!” thought Max. His blood sang in his ears, All that was in him of primitive man \ Null teres MW) The HEAD f« tadicted her warwuy ference . h exUAOLIOn,” She fin faughing a titGe curwling laugh of eomtasy J eaught iC on ite way somewhe | tut ~~ con | let it go when ' whine for me? How can |] be expected to let it go? | ask you hat, Mt. George Hacked With an anguish of Jealousy, Max fell, nevertheions, @ queer atir ring of sympathy for the man; and struggling against it, he knew Stan conquering fascination, He knew, also, that nothing he could do would prevent Sanda from gu- ith her hero, However, mmered a protent But—but 1 don 4 the irk out burt. Stanton aa. | sured him with « warm friendliness of manner. “My shoulders are broad eh to beur it) And you know, at your colonel and t are old If he were here he'd give his I think, after he'd got over conkent, his Arat aurprive, 1 believe aa | proxy you'll do the same, when you" | taken @ little time to reflect. "Why, of he will!" orted Sanda, ‘m repentant. “He knows that this Ix my one chance of happiness in ita, Bverything looked no gray in the fdture, | was going to Sidi-bel-Abbew to be with a#t angers till my father came, And even at beat, though he loves me, | am @ burden ‘and a worry to him. ‘Then, suddenly, |comes this glorious Jéy! If I knew L were going stralent to death I'd go ‘just the same and just as joyously.” ‘We both realized what was in our hearts, and what must happen, when she looked out between her curtains like the Blessed Damozel, and I took | her out of her bassourah and held her ‘in my arms. That settled our fate,” sald Stanton, attractively boyish and eager in the warmth of his jon. It was genuine passion. There was no doubting that, but lit In an instant, like a burnt wiek stil warm from a flame blown out. How long would tt last? How clear and true a light would It give? Max did not know yearned to dash between the two and Snatch Sanda from Stanton. But the soldier in him, which discipline and modern con held him DeLAs He who wos Jemlousy, how much regard for Sanda’s happiness, “But” he asked, as he turned on Max Doran was now nobody save Maxime St. George, Stanton, “how do you propose to @ little corporal in the Kn Legion, marry her—here?” | « with hardly enough mo left The other hesitated for an instant, en replied briskly, as if he had cal- ted everything in detail, was characteristic of him, to map out @ plan of campaign as he went along, as fast am he drew breath for the rushing words. Often be had made his greatest Impressions, his greatest successes, in this wild way. “Why, you will pitch your camp here for the night instead of march- ing on to Touggourt,” ho said. “TE camp here too. My expedition layed for one 4 does that matter after a hundred de- Heavens! cigarettes. Ahmara had been sode. Now the episode was over, and in all probability Sanda, like most women, would have forgiven it if she knew. She was happy in Stanton’s overmastering look, She did not feel it an insult, or dream that the de- vouring flame in the blue eyes was only a spurt of new fire in the ashes of a burnt-out passion. When Max had reached the limit of endurance there came a soft pad- ding of feet in the sand and @ mur- mur of voices. Then he saw Stanton walking toward him with the girl Sanda called to him timidly, yet with 4 quiver of excitement in her vo! “Monaleur St. George, mon ami! Not “Soldier” now! That phaso was over, Max got off his horse and walked to mi Sanda said. “I introduced you last March in Al- tracted to give me and didn't, waited to test water-skins, I've wait- ed for new camel men when old failed me. Haven't I got a t to walt @ few hours for ® companion —a wife? The first thing the morning we'll have the priest out giers, And perbaps you met again da’ ere in Touggourt with my father {fom Tougwourt, | Sendae Cathollc. not many days ago. I've told Mr, Stanton all about you now, mon aml; he knows how good you have been, uldn't we,” the girl rather timid- 4 ly ventured the suggestion, “couldn't He knows how I—confided things to a you I never told to anybody else. Do W® ¥° to Touggourt? There must be you remember, Monsteur St. George, ® church there if there's a priest, my saying how, when I was amall, | 424 1—I'd like to be married in « ebureh,” “My darling child! ‘The priest shall consecrate a tent, or @ bit of the desert,” Stanton answered with dect- sion, which, sho must have realized, would be useless to combat. “He'll do it, all right! Marriage ceremonies are performed by Catbolio priests in houses, you know, If the man or the woman ia ill; deathbed marriages and but don't let us talk of such th I know | can make him do this wher 1 show him how impossible it would be for us to go back to Touggourt. Why, the men I've got together, mostly blacks, would take it for 4 bad omen if I left the escort stranded here in the desert the first day out! Half of them would bolt I'd have the whole work to do over again. You see that, don't you?" Munda did seo; and even Max ad- mitted to himself that the excuse was plausible, Yet bh suspected another teason behind the uno alleged, Stan- ton was afraid of things Sanda might hear in Touggourt; perhaps he feared Lislo's daughter's a French subject, half British, "Curse difficulties!” exclaimed Stan- ton, all his savage impatience of op- position breaking out at last, “Don't you aay so, Sauda? When & man and each other's companion- places outside the world, 1 ing to ma No! Banda, h will give you to ma, and send ug inte the desert with Its You may ume to long to ve awav dressed like boy, and go on rt journey with Richard stanton? Well, my wish has clothes, but—I am Fone with him! He has asked me to be his wife, and T have said ‘ye: CHAPTER VIII. AX was struck dumb by 1 shock, He had expected nothing s© devastating as this, What to do he knew had not loved the girl 1t would have been easier, There would have been no fear then that he might think of himself and not of her, Yet she had DelAsie. He was responsible for her welfare and her safety, Ought he to constitute himself her guardian and stand between her and this man? On playing out a farce of guardianship— he, almost « stranger, and a boy com- Pared to Slanton, who had been, ac- cording to panda, informuiiy her Max stamnmered a few words, not knowing what he sald, or whether he were speaking sense, but Stanton paid him the compliment of treating him. became conscious that the explorer was deliberately focussing upon him all the intense magnetism whieh had won adherents to the wildest schon come true! Not about the boy's The Mad Music, Not, yet something he must do. If he been put under his charge by Colonel the other hand, could he attempt © guardian when she was a little girl? like @ reasonable man, Suddenly Max “T understand etly what you thinking bout Stanton said, diessing, Is it, or is it not, enough for You must feel Iam mud or a brute YOU? If not, you're not the girl | to want this child to go with mo Want You're not my woman "If you love me I sald Sanda t You hear her!" Stanton asked, “Tf it's enough for her 1 suppose 1 gh for you, 8t, George?" ‘Through the blue dusk two blue eyes tared into Max's face. They put a Question without words, “Have you ’ am ‘your wom- across the desort, to sharo the fate all Europe ts prophesying.” a “L's glory to share it,’ broke tn Banda, in a voice like a harp, "Do I care What happens to me if I can be with you?’ Stanton laughed a delightful little Jaugh, — WOVEL THE EVENING 1 Aven how much of his doubt of Stanton Yo gers HILL eet ON (+ rent « mm © oo ” + ren er . * ee oe a Ane father wow te the eet me ovary thet 1 te or ber? Ne or eottied saalt * ould have wited Neel bed hes. stormed py * for an hour, Seman was to b ene by the Cy ye ’ priest from Toumgourt as early uid be fetehed. hour, and & faint primrose flame bad begun to quiver tee billowy horizon im the east, « soft voice call his name, te a whisper Er dier St. George!” it said. ax up, fully dressed ae he ane wit of bis tant, and. was standing ni & vague shape of simmering whi CHAPTER IX Corporal St. George, Deserter. 46 S anything tne matter?” he asked. A wild hope Was in bie heart that she his breath away, But ber firet werd: put it to Aight. “No, nothing is the matter, excep! that could hardly wait to ask you some thingy But t bad to wait till morn. ing. It le morning mow that Riohard ‘s up and has gone, even though |t jan’t quite light, And it's better iy talk before he comes back. There'li + be~so much happening then—~ You're all dresmed! You didn't go 1 "t slopt, either, 1 Hat T'm anxious about Gi Te BAD erg borribly, b iby is won't hear you say suc!) uu mustn't try and put me off 0 Will you promise by—by your te my father—and your wérlondahip. fo the questions | try to ale Teoe oe me, to answer tru ask? “! ‘All I can answer.” “Lf you don't anewer I @hall know t your silence means. Mon em) made a great sacrifice for me You gave up your march to take my safely to Bel-Abbea You had onit eight days’ leave to do it in, Di a hd pest said so * ut T, thin! of ts Swan tone coming ee eee Be gems) te the douar. kept you any other night, Is tere a train to-mor row going out of “> varily, of think @o,” eels to guess he trend don't know “In the Lapotetag orat cir “I really can’t tell.” 1 overstayed y: culated it oat ita te is, you are @ aa as of itt Ther ‘ee nothing te worry “Do you suppose I can be a eoldier« daughter and not have learned any thing about army life? Soldier, af ’ as I'd want you to stand by me if i: sould be right for you, It. lan't t right. and 08 must go! Go now, for that train this mereine ¥ late won't be so bad. it there be other train fine Y 4 diligence, it's two days to we That means—oh! go, my friend! and forgive me! Let us say goodb) now!" eye the merté," Max answered. Not i€ they'd hav ae f y" me shot ai w di ing ‘would indue is, me to leave you un- he choked a little on the words ntil you're married. ‘The tae she echoed. ou, by rc a You'll lous Iti Ornoral’e etripe? ‘What if I do? I value it more for for something Col, DeLisle said than for ttaelf, “T know you were an oMfcer in your American army at home. To poral must seem laughable to yor. And yet, the strij a “T didn't mean you te think that | don't value it! do! But I valu other things more, - Day was quickening to life; Sanda’ wedding day. In the wan tight thay bleached ie on rt they looked ar wie + Tavem palo, Shaw could not ‘take his eyes from hers She held them, and he felt her draw- ing from them the truth his lps re- fused to speak, iz to bis a T done? It Will be *emething worse a thousand times Worse, than the cells, Mon dieu! I know what thi do to men of the Legion when they'v? ted—even if t come back, | you to gd away now. Do my knees?" p want me to bag you ia Make, Milo” ‘DeLisiel T told adel overs Week