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‘\ 0 ABA ARA EBD eer. | + 6 Meme Oe) ~~ I we BES ale I, a sf te Tule ies gartvae be 6 sme Pith 6 girmualy bewutita Gave wii nature. Tie wo the a scaled ele in Hemtons jameson hime sewrhet amaiet packs. carey ah cove We 4 ae AL Raarirwok He Whe save abe pow real irecme bas Whim for ber ot whe mee te te a Noe toe “ ee ore Mala | ley St Greeme tnt adda that end aie bags Benton to find CHAPTER VI. (Continesd » 1 Undertake a Strange Quest. LOOKED at her, thunder- etruck, She went on “When my father was making inquiries about you, Capt. Benton, he was told you have « positive entus for scout~ ing—for finding obscure facts none others can locate, Use that power in Find Richard Graeme for “What man can do, I will do," T sented, aick at heart “Now? At once?” “Tam on special mission for the moment, Miss Clay, under orders from the ‘Tuileries. The instant that 1 acoomplished, 1 shall apply for Jeave of absence and"— “Leave of absence?” she echoed. “In the midst of war? You will be brand- @4 as 4 coward. You will lose all chances of promotion!" “I am beginning to learn,” I re- turned, “that thero is at least one thing in life better worth having than promotion. As to the charge of cowardice—I have some slight prow- tas both with sword and pistol. I fancy few men will care to repeat tho taunt.” “That is as Dick would bave spoken!" she murmured, more to her- wat than to me. “It is as the man speaks who will ‘Wee every effort to bring him safe to you, Miss Clay,” I answered, A salvo of artillery drowned my voice, But a wilder surge of emotions waa thundering through my brain. If indeed this man Graeme bad been done to death? What then? She was young. Youth quickly forgets, Would not my chances be as good as another faan’s? Yes, and perhaps better, For I resembled her Jost lover, ‘Then, with a jar, my conacience seized my longings and etrangled them, If my love for this wonder-girl were what it should be, I must seek her best happiness. I must find this recreant sweetheart of hers and bring him to her feet. Then, if she should find cause to discard him, my own chance might come, But until that time, my Ife must be consecrated to ber peace of mind, not to my own. To still the warring voices within me, I left the hotel, vaulted onto my horse and galloped off to view that far lesser confiict—the battle of Saar- bruck, CHAPTER VII. “In the Day of Battle!” VE you ever seen a battle? Or any fragment of a battle? Probably not; though in my youth hundreds of thousands of Americans had fought for their country. The common idea of a battle in- cludes much noise, much turmoil, the sight of men mounted on rearing white steeds and waving swords to regiments of cheering, charging sol- dlers, who are pursuing a fying enemy. Well, that represents a real battle— just as much your little finger typifies your whole body, Have you ever seen two men play chess or checkers? If #0, you have seen a closer imitation of a battle than any given on stage or tn plo: ture. Compact infantrymen —- squadrons of cavalry—blocks of artillery—bodies of men moving with apparent almle ness from point to point in a large field; now halting, now advancing stow!y, now trotring In absurdly awk- ward close formation; 'now sprawled wide, Those are the “pieces” the master-minds in command are mov~- ing from square to square of the imaginary board, ‘The general in command fs not on a white horse, nor is he waving a sword. Tar back, on a hill, well out of range, be ts sitting on a camp atool or rock, surveying the distant scene through @ field-giass; studying out his next move. One spectal play at last proves of better strategic value than his op- ent’s; and the gamo—I mean tho battle—is won, About as exciting as a aes match—except to the men who The Ev He THE aa RD °-E Romance of an American's Strange Ad- the Franco-Prussian Wer ~~ ov % cannon: are ned ae “holebie” oF “porns” te the con tamt It le (rue, there ere occasional epee. tecular, melodramatic moments ¥ modern warfare Mut, as I have anid they typify the general battle litte more than does you little Gager your entire body He much for my Oret, Inet end only jeoture on the science of warfaret__ i Hopped elome the bill-reade wnttl the advancing mountain batteries and hod the way that I was forced to drop to enall’e pace and Use much ekill in weaving @ path through them Louder and louder @rew the roar of ding anard’s chief bat- teries were now in place, and be wae bombarding the riverside town below us With all the force at bis command. From Saarbruck and our trench the Prussians replied to our fusillade best they might. Hu the strategic position and the heavier ar \ilery were ours, From my first full glance of the Meld, I eaw the affair could have but one final result We were lining the hilltops that crown the valley of the Saar to the southwestward. I rode along behind fire-apitting lines of burnished, mus- ale-loading cannon, bearing the le- fend “LN” and the Imperial crown and eagle. More modern, if less or- namental, Gatlings aod mitraiiieuses were purring away to my left And #o on I rode into @ mixed throng of gorgeous infantry and cav- alry regiments. The soldiers were loafing watching the cannonading. Thetr of- floors with fleld-glasses were noting ao best they could the result of eagh of those white #moke-puffs that marked the bursting of shells, I rode down wearer the valiley—al- most to the very base of the last bill For I had seen there the uniforms of my own regiment, I found a scant hundred men tn all —an outpost of the Ninoty-Eighth Hussars, under command of « major— that had beon assigned to picket duty and were halting at the fork of two roads to rest thelr horses and watch the artillery-play, before returning to the main body of the regiment. T sat my horse, emoking a cigarette and chatting with a major and a cap- tain. “It 19 as the whole war will be!” the major was saying. “One endless victory and”— Suddenly one of the men furthest from us gave a shout 0° surprise. We sprang from our listless attitudes and craned our necks to learn the cause, Down the white road, making at breakneck speed for Saarbruck and safety, thundered a squadron of Prus- sian cavalry. They had evidently been part of a reconnoltring expedition, had been cut off and were making a dash to rejoin their fellows. In an {nstant every man of the Ninety-Eighth Hussars detachment was tn the saddle, without waiting for orders, and wo were rushing, pell- moll, {rregular formation, to head off the advancing Prussians. Now, I, personally, was not only on special duty, detached from my regi- ment, but I was also on an urgert imperial mission. I had no more right to be in that charge than to be asleep on the Emperor's own camp-cot But in that moment of thundering hoofs and flashing sabres—when my own brothers-at-arms were flying to the attack—what man with an ounce of red blood in his veina-can blame me that I, too, let the madness of the Instant carry mo furlously into the very thick of the little fight? At any rate, I was conscious of no active volition on my own part until my horse reeled back on his haunches at the shock of Impact as we crashed into the galloping Prussian line. ‘Then it was a mad second of sabre- play and of Alose-range revolver fu- alllade, In the wild whirl and melee of it all, I was conscious of @ giant red- bearded Prussian—not #!x feet away— who levelled a pistol at me. I did not hear the report—scare no- ticed the flash—but my shako was knocked roughly from my head as It by a fist-blow, And I was aware ofa peevish rage at the red-bearded man who had played so rude @ joke upon mo. ‘The suction of the fight brought us within arm's reach, and I slashed fe- roctously at him with my sabre, He parried the blow, and I almed an- other with lightning speed. But my horse reared us 4 spent ball scratched bis flank, and this spoiled my arm's sweep, The red-beard awung his blade aloft as I brought my horse to his four feet again. en ed, bt oo late to tur! oe RAT EH Phat "gerritie, blow, e head, graze 1H liae momentarily. humbIng TY whole left side—and completely cut away my dolman and sabretache, Before the giant could recover from the swash of his blow I “gave him the point” of my sabre and lunged with all my strength. Through the red beard into the thick red throat behind it my blade bit Its way, The nan reeled back from the saddle, ‘Then the whole clashing, whirling crowd was round mo in and T was wielding my blood-stained aword as madly and bilndly as any of them. It was all over inside of alxty pec- onda, ‘Those of the Prussians who were not cut down or captured broke through our restraining line and tore down the road toward Saarbruck, a dozen or more riderless horses fol- lowing, vacant stirrups swinging t rest," to al | PTE ime Vises Rp RY, 4 SE < me PSD RIS FILLED FOR, rail m awkwardly far to elther alde. brush was over, A shrill trumpet-call brought us back to our former position—carryiny our dead and wounded with us, an dragging our handful of prisoners Mong, bound to troopers’ stirrup- louthers. Scarce had we reached our place of vantage near the hill-foot when a resounding cheer rang from regiment to regiment along the heights above, Down to the plain poured a ceasele: tnass of men, blocking the road, filling the ripening grain-flelds. “What is it? I shouted to a Zouave captain as he hastened past me at the head of his queerly dressed red and blue company. The “Tho Prussians have evacuated Saarburek!" he yelled back over his shoulder. ‘They're swarming back ucross the Saar to safety, Two hours of artillery work and the whole mob of them" ‘The rest was lost as he moved out of my hearing. Saarbruck was ours! The first blow of the Franco-Prussian War had been struck, and France had won, “Vive \'Empereur!” roared — the army. Already, in imagination, they were marching Into Berlin, Nor was it until afterward that T learned. the true tale of the battle of Saarbrigk—how a Prussian artillery hattery, X few companies of fusiliers and several trodps of ublans had for two days occupied the town, held back an entire French division—while the main Prussian armies had time to prepare elsewhere for the invasion and then, when bombarded for two hours, had'moved calmly back across the German frontier with a total los in killed and wounded of pare ps hundred men—to a more than equal list of French casualties, ‘Truly, a right glorious victory! Yot had it ‘been a second Austerlit» the troops and the French nation at large could hardly have been more élated, The way to Saarbruck was clear. And in Saarbruck lay my missto: must hasten thither with the jub! army, find the Pigeon QOr Inn, and the unknown man who Was awaiting te there: must compare my half of the torn hundred-frane note with his own, and must exchange packets with Mm, ‘The packet nestled secure fn an in- ner pocket of my tunte, T could feel its pressure against my aide, Yet suppose I had chanced to fall in that furtous little cavalry charge What, then, of my solemn pledge to the Empress and to De Meride? I was (isgusted at my own lack of self- control. My life was not mine. It belonged to the country I served, What right had T to risk tt in @ petty skirmish, while perhaps the fate of France hung on my giving the packet to the emisnary at the Pigeon d'Or aud take ing bac should receive In exchange? Self-contempt almost made me for- get my aching shoulder, where tho red-bearded Pruastan’s glancing blow had struck, But I instinctively raised my hand to {t—and, realized for the first time the loss of my dolman and sabretache. ‘Then came @ horrified knowledge that made my blood run cold, Tucked away carefully in one cor- ner of the sabretache pocket was hid- den the torn half of the hundred- franc note De Meri¢e had given me— the token whereby the man at the Pigeon 4'Or should recognize me and deliver to me the all-important re- turn packet, In vain I rode over and over the scene of our brush with the Prussian ron, Thousands upon thousands T ly, tb ‘De Meride that which 1| UT SHE SAYS HER. VENING UNTIL TWo of men had marched past the spot since my sabretache had fallen there. As well look for the p jal needle in the world’s whole crew of hay- stacks as for a lost article on that travelled, luggage-strewn road. The token was lost. So was I. Where were now my golden hopes of promotion, my self-respect, my right to demand the respect of ‘my fellow mén? T had failed. T was ruined! CHAPTER VIII. I Achieve the Impossible. v, if I were a romance hero, I should have torn my hair at this point, gone back to De Meride planning to make a manly confession of my failure; and, in some miraculous fashion, at the crucial moment, the heroine would have handed me that lost half bank note, or I should have found the villain about to spend it on drink, and should have wrested it from him after @ five-hundred-word struggle. Being only 4 more or less normal mortal, none of these thrilling things befell me. . ‘True, I was in tmpotent despair, and saw before mo a vision of a wrecked career and broken life, But the utter hopelessness of my pilght at last brought its own reaction, After @ useless all-afternoon, all- & night search of the army-trampled road where my sabrotache had fallen, a hot rage at Fate's ill-treatment re- Placed my blank despondency. I was young; I was in love-vainly, of course, but none the leas desperate- Must I sacrifice my future, my career, my hopes of love and glory— all for the lack of a miserable torn bank note? If I had been @ Frenchman or @ German, I might have atoned spec- tacularly for my disgrace by blowing out my brains, But I chanced to be of @ race that has won world fame for finding the way out of impossible situations, So—contrary to all romance-hero traditions—I ast my Yankees wits to work. In a minute I had evolved a ridiculous solution of the dilemma, ARE ut “ By Maurice Ketten DAY BuT E HAVE AN ENG R FRbay_sue ‘You TS COME A WEEK FROM SATURDAY Turning my horse's head toward Saarbruck, I trotted down the road toward the lately-beleaguered town. Reaching the Pigeon 4’Or, I sent my horse to the stables and looked about me for the man I was to meet. ‘o find any one man In that jostling, nival-hued mass of martial hu- manity seemed almost aa hopeless a task as my search for the sabretache, ‘The streets and inns were allve with ed Tureos with theif red fezzes, odd baggy trousers, and short, braided jackets; hussars tn crimson and black, and white-piped, fur- trimmed comle opera costumes; culr- assiers in white and silver; imperial dsmen in long snowy cloaks; chasseurs in pale blue and gold; in- funtrymen in dingy, workmanlike garb, White-haired, tanned veterans of Algiers and Mexico; raw, beefy peasant-hoy recruits. Every type of nand dress. Every stage of hilarl- confidence in the success of France's arms, ous Tt was on the morning after my ar- rival at the Pigeon d'Or that I saw the man I sought. On a less crowded corner of tite low-eaved porch he was pacing to and fro. Twiiching between his fingers, as if held in idle abstraction, was a rum- pled slip of paper, IT could see on closer Inspection the paper was part of a bank note, The man himself was in civilian clothes, Thick set, blond, he looked like a prosperous army contractor, Now came my own part In the trans- action, I went to my room, drew from my pocket several hundred frano notes, chose the most crumpled and thumb- marked among them, and slowly tore it in half, taking pains to make the tear irregular and as nearly as pos. sible of the same general appearance as the one I had lost Putting one torn plece in my pocket and holding the other well hidden in my hand, I returned to the porch, My pulse was beating a trifle fast, For though the plan I had hit upon was absurdly simple, it all might fail by @ YOU ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO ARE READING THE EVENING WORLD'S Complete Novel Each Week? 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Even should I carry through my own share of it with absolute success, there was a strong chance that the emissary might sea through the ruse, Bull, it was a chance, And my only one. Walking past the waiting man, at top speed, ax though in great haste, I slipped on the smooth floor, stum- bied and threw out my right arm to recover my balance. My knuckles struck the back of his hand so sharp- ly as to knock the loose-held bit of paper out of his grasp. ‘The half hank note fluttered to the porch floor, With loud and humble apologies for my awkwardness, I swooped down upon the paper with lightning quickness, Just as he was anxiously reaching for it, I caught the bit of fibre paper up from the floor, “palmed" it neatly, under pretense of awkward fumbling, and—with a bow I handed the man tho half note I had prepared in my room & few minutes earlier. “Forgive me!" I whispered quickly, “1 saw the paper between your fingers, But [am so near-sighted I wanted to make certain {t was a torn note befora taking the risk of accosting you. You are evidently the man I was sent to meet. Here!" I fished in my pocket for the other half note and extended it toward him, Still ruffled at my unceremonious ac- tion, he mechanteally took the prof- fered slip and fitted the two together, “Look out!” I whispered warningly, snatching both from his hand and stutfing them into my pocket. “We are watched. I am sure of at, My room i# number forty-nine. Follow me there tn five minutes.” 1 had turned on my heel and left him before he could reply. At the en4 of the allotted five minutes, he slipped into my room without knocking. “You seem an impulsive sort of man to be sent on go serivus an er- rand,” he commented disparagingly. “We are here on business,” 1 re torted, “not to discuss my impulaas.”* 1 pl 1 the fron-clampod wallet from within my tunte-breast and laid it on the table. 1 was in fear lest the avie vnee more; and test he might originally have taken ac- count of the serial number of bis halt of the note, But the sight of the | wallet overcame whatever shadowy |doubts he may have bad He drew from an inner pocket a similar packet — only considerably wider and thicker—and handed it to me, picking up and pocketing the wal- let I had laid on tho table. ‘8ol” he sald, ‘That is settled! I think I need detain you no further, Your orders are to go back to Paris at full apeedt”* I did not like his alr of superiority, In fact, the man himself did not im- pr me pleasantly, Not that his blond, wide face held any trece of evil man ask to examine the two halves of | ning World Daily Magazine. Wednesday. October 13, 1915 Life! # «<2 rs EEK ; G ' ‘ ' known of an v wer 1 * - » wary “ . ' af My brusque Mend effect fas A barely in bento | had requim The any kind ne half a day tn fru iiew beyond me a train for § lette Junction at midnight. ly steady riding | could reach Aglette long be- fore that hour, At 4 in the afternoon [ set out on horseback Baar valley unting the first of 1s as sunset stained and barley, the western footh the aky. Upward and westward I went, along wide that @rad- n the all any the highway twisted, snake, between forest boulders and i 1 had ridden four hours had made fair time, So, when a b dred yards from the road | saw a tiny campfire twinkling among the bushes of a thick cop id caught the ail- houette of a soldier's figure pasting between me and the sheltered blaze, I halted, tied my horse and dismount- ed, L had evidently come upon a Pp » Hie, ening was chill and I was 1 was minded to stop for a Th nt, and T knew I could be riain of a cordial welcome at these men's forest supper table. I walked stealthily through the in- tervening underbrush. I was minded to see how good a sentry watch my comrades kept when safely within the borders of thelr own territory. If L could steal all the way up to the sentinel, unobserved, I should have a fine laugh at the commanding officer's | negligence of martial regulations. 1 was lucky tn this bit of tm- promptu scout work, My cavalry boots moved soundiess on the forest mold, [ approached until I could see the line of picketed horses and then six or seven uniformed men who tthe fire, One of nishing the blaze, whilo another stirred something in an iron kettle, Even if they were careless in estab- Ushing sentrios, thought I, they had certainly chosen an ideally hidden spot for their encampment. But for a few branches blown aside by the wind I sbould never have been able to seo their fire from the road. I was within twenty feet of tho little blaze now, and was trying by the flickering light to make out what uniform the soldiers wore, and thus tow regiment they might belong. Just then a man onge more crossed nome and the fire, His out- pinck as ink against the flame, » none the less clearly marked, paused in amaze, my eyes his met. It was topped by a flat “mortar- board” crown, What French regiment wore auch helmes: that L knew anything about, we And I fixed on ‘The healicear was palpably an exact copy of those In use among the Prussian Uhlans. Probably some new fad of the War Office, T decided, to adopt such odd helmets for Preach horse- men, In any “Wer'st da? 1s not a French voles that the sharp challenge just at K the two excited eh. 5 ind me, as though very earth, stood ‘The frelight fell full upon 1 soldier, him. He was a Uhlans guard of ¢ rporal of Ublanst Prussia's) famed advance Iry—here In the heart of a French province It was in- eredible, [stood for an instant trana- fixed by the unbelievable surprise of the thing. The man who had challenged mo held the point of his long lance at my breast, At his shout the soldiers at the fire had leaped to their feet and now sprang forward, Others rushed in fronmp@me nearby wood. I ck from the menacing lance-p hipped out my sabre and prepared to defend myself from the attack as best I could. ‘Don't German. heard. 1 warded off a lance-thrust, lunged flercely at a man who bore down upon me with drawn sword; then the pack fi ordered a voice @eport might in ho he of them were upon me, One man from behind caught me about the body, pintoning my sword arm to my side, ‘The rest bore ma to earth by sheer force of numbers, Trapped, hopelessly overpowered, I atruggled like a cornered wiideat, But what can one wart—Ao ce a minute I ‘oot, and lay the is bound panting, } and . at the merev of men who ever reputed merciless, “Bring him to the the same hard, low hed vote r of you go and gee If he has any companions on the road in tho wood,’ T was enrried by a dozen arma to the side and towsed down upon th ground there among the blankets and cooking utenalls as unceremoniously as though Thad heen a sack of meal The Uhlan captain stood gazing down at me, his men in a curious group peering over his shoulder, “French captain of cavalry nounced the leader at last, tabulating . rare “Captain int an- though elmen. sors, The N br this on entraine Wotssefburg, What are,you ¢ here? He spoke to me in barbarous _/~_ “CURWOOD Author o “manan,” tte , learn German,” he seofted, * more pertinnnt te | retorted, alee ie tein ooumiy 4 Ubiens deine the Preset trem. wed he enewered “There thoussed Uniene @ 1 aid not reply We find ways to make prisoners eprak,” he growied, "A red-hot laned- head passed aicng your fyrearm mag bring you to your senses,” Vardeo!” | retorted, apulogetioall 1 underst civiliged matio and Apaches, | had forgotten that have little to learn trom either of those tribes.” For a moment I thought he would hie threat But merely trow hed in Ger- man iy | speak German Quite as weil as Lapeak French, But I was by no means bound tel this rv Ublan #0, Instead L eyed him be blankly, “Do you speak German?’ he trans. lated, in bis vile Freneh, “Time enough to twist my tongue to that guttural dialect when the peror us into Bertin,” £ h has thus far an~ Hi my modest requirements.” men will quickly need to “Tt te well that the conquered should learn the ha ee of their masters,” You add new horrors to the poast- bility of defeat,” | assured him, “But I hope the black day may never come when L #ball have to study German, Pardiou! | might speak it as - inably a# you speak Frene! ‘The captain turned from me with @ volley of quite untransiatable remarks his own longue, ieckoning two of his men and pointing at me, he ordered “Search him, If we find nothing it will be time enough to try livelier thods.” With no gentle hands the two troopers went through my pockets, ripping open the front of my tt fumbling in every corner of my tume, at last stripping my unifot ah eee be ‘ili ly, en riding, supposedly, through a friendly, safe country. There had been no more apparent need of hiding my valuables than if had been on a walk through the Boulevard des Itallens, So I had con- tented myself with depositing the tron-clamped wallet in the inner breast pocket of my tunic and but- toning it fast Yet even then the clumsy fellows did not find it until my uniform was off and they had made a second search of the tunic. ‘Then, tearing the pocket Inside out, one of them produced the big wallet and handed it in triumph to this captain, t “Hier, Herr Ritter!" he announced in pride, The captain seized on the trophy. “Clamped and padlocked!" be mut- tered. “Fetch a file, one of youl” -« An hour earlier [ had been riding gayly toward Paris, with high pro- motion awaiting me at my journey’s end; yet half disappointed ‘that my mission was turning out so tamel; Now, I lay tri up and hel in the hands of the enemy while brutal Ublan captain was breaking open the packet I had been ordered to wuard with my very life! Truly fate plays quaint little tricks on her slaves! CHAPTER IX. Treasure and Treason. enough to become a dead man, too, Y IES, my race was run. I was Yot, you will perhaps be- @ proven failure—and like lieve me when I say that at the in- stant none of these very natural thoughts was upper ost in my mind, Nor was Madge ‘ay's ever- present image any more distinct and glowing in this crt No. I lay staring with eyes and mind {intent upon the wallet whosa clamp-lock ‘the Uhlan captain waa filing asunder, I had been sent clear across France to get that wallet. I had been told to guard tt with my life. On its safe arrival at the Tuiler~ Jes I was to receive a colonelcy. Ite possession was all important to De Meride, What did it contain? Why had I been sent for it with such cautions of secrecy and safe- guard? What wonderful thing—all important to France's welfare—did 1t contain? So long as the packet had been in my possession I had kept down my curtosity, Now that the thing had been wrenched away from me and was being opened by another, do you blame me that I stared in spellbound concentration as the lock at last fell away under the file's repeated rasp. ings’? ‘. The captain pulled apart the hasp, released the catch, and laid open the ‘ of the forced roceptatio, oper had fetched a lantern and now held it raised above the cap. tain's head? Its beams fell full upom the opening wallet. f What Thad expected the case would contain I do not know, Perhapa, in view of the extent to which my curl ovity Was worked up, any contents would have proved disappointing, What | first saw was 4 sheat of white paper, jammed close together, shoet on sheet, into a compact mass, Vians, perhaps, or cipher correspond+ ence? At the rough touch of the Uhiag fingers the close packed under and cascaded 2 did so, a ery of & captain's tonishment broke from more than bearded myuth, _ (%o, Be Continued) \ \