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Tay (Copyright, HE war was over. ‘Th 1911, by Germa By Guy de Maupassant | Orsamas Turner Harris.) 8 occupicd France. The whole coun- try was pulsating like a conquored wrestler beneath the knee of his victoricus opponent. The first trains from Paris, were making their way to the the country districts and the villages. The passengers gazed throug the windows at the ravaged fields and in their black helmets with brass spikes, were smoking their pipes astride | their chairs in front of the houses whica were still left standing. Others were working or talking just as if they were members of the families. you passed through the different towns you saw entire regiments drilling | im the squares, and, in spite of the rumble of the carriage wheels, you could every moment hear tie hoarse words of command. | M. Dubuis, who during the entire siege had served as one of the Na- tonal Guard in Paris, was going to Join his wife and daughter, whom he had prudently sent away to Switzer- land before the invasion. Famine and hardship had not di- minished his big paunch so character- istic of the rich, peace-loving mer- chant. He had gone through the ter- r 3 aarpassant rible events of the past year with sorrow‘ul resignation and bitter com- plaints at the savagery of men. Now that he was Jou neying to the frontier at the close of the war he saw the Prusians for the first time, although he had done his duty on the ram- parts and mounted guard on many @ cold night. He stared with mingled fear and anger at those bearded, armed men, installed all over French sol as if they were at home, and he felt In his soul a kind of fever of impotent pa- triotism, at the same time also the great need of that new instinct of prudence which since then has never left us. In the same railway carriage were two Englishmen, who had come to the country as sightseers and wero guzing about them with looks of quiet curtosity, They were both also stout, and kept chatting in thelr own lan- guage, sometimes referring to their guide book and reading aloud the names of the places indicated. Suddenly the train stopped at @ little village station, and a Prussian officer jumped up with a great clatter of his sabre on the double footboard of the railway carriage. He was tall, wore a tight-fitting uniform and had whiskers up to his eyes. His red hair seemed to be on fire and his long tpustache, of @ paler hue, stuck out on both sides of his face, which it seemed to cut in two. The Englishmen at once began staring at him with smiles of newly awakened interest, while M. Dubuis made a show of reading a newspaper. He sat concéaled n his sqrner Hike jef in presence of a gendarme, — ihe train started again, The Eng. lishmen went on chatting and looking out for the exact scene of different battles; and all of a sudden, as one of them stretched out his arm to- ward the horizon as he pointed out a village, the Prussian officer remarked in French, extending his long lege and lolling backward: “E kill a dozen Frenchmen in tha4 village and took more than & hundred prisoners.” ms Englishmen, quite interested, ediately asked: ional aod what is the same of this village?” Prussian replied: SPearebour " “He afded: “We caught those French scoundrels by the eara’ And he glanced toward M. Dubuls, laughing conceitedly into his mus- 2. oe train rolled on, atill passing m hamlets occupied by the vic- torious army. German soldiers could be seen along the roads, on the edges of fields, standing In front of gates or chatting outside cafes. They cov- ered the soil like African locusts, The officer said, with a wave of his nd “If I had been in command I'd have taken Paris, burned everything, killed everybody. No more France!” The Englishman, through polite- ness, replied simply: “Ah, yes.” He went on: ‘yy “wenty years all Europe, sil of ft, wil) belong to us. Prussia is more than a match for all of them, The Englishmen, longer replied. eir had become impassive, of wax behind their long whiskers. faces, which Then the Prussian officer began to laugh. And atill, lolling back, he be-! gan to. sneer. downfall of France, insulted proatrate enemy; he sneered at Aus- tria, which had’ been recently con- quered; ho sneered at the valiant but fruitless defense of the departments; he sneered at the Garde Mobile and 4 ANOTHER STORY NEXT SATURDAY emed mad away from his ene: Paris, distracted, starving, despairing new frontiers, slowly passing through | burned hamlets. Prussian soldiers, | As| at the useless artillery. He an- nounced that Bismarck was going to build a city of iron with the cap- tured cannon, And suddenly he placed his boots against the thigh of M Dubuis, who turned away his eyes, | reddening to the roots of his hair. HE Englishmen seemed to have become indifferent to all that! was going on, as if they wero| suddenly shut up in their own island, far from the din of the world. | The officer took out his pipe, and looking fixedly at the Frenchman, eat ‘ou haven't any tobacco—have | you?” M. Dubuis replied: “No, monsieur.” | The German resumed: “You might go and buy some for me when the train stops.” And he began laughing afresh as he added: “Til give you the price of a drink.” | The train whistled and slackened | its pace. They passed a station that had been burned down; and then they | stopped altogether. 1 The German opened the carrtage| door and, catching M. Dubuis by the | arm, eaid: | “Go and do what I told you—quick, | quick!” A Prussian detachment occupied the station. Other soldiers were standing behind wooden gratings, looking om. The engine was getting up steam before starting off again. | Then M, Dubuis hurriedly jumped on the platform and, in spite of the warnings of the station master,) dashed into the adjoining compart- ment, He was alone! He tore open his waistcoat, his heart was beating so rapidly, and, gasping for breath, he! wiped the perspiration from his fore- head, ‘The train drew up at another ata- tion, And suddenly the officer ap- | peared at the carriage door and| Jumped in, followed close behind by the two Englishmen, who were !m- | Pelled by curiosity. ‘The German sat facing the Frenchman, and, laughing | still, said: “You did not want to do what I/ asked you?” ] | M. Dubuis replied: | “No, monsieur.” | The train had just left the station. | | ‘The officer said: | “I'll cut off your mustache to fill my pipe with.” | ‘And he put out his hand toward the Frenchman's face. nglishmen stared at them, re- g thelr previous Impassive man- | HB German had already pulled out a few hairs, and was still ! tugging at the mustache when | M. Dubuis, with a back stroke of his hand, flung aside the officer's arm, and, seizing him by the collar, threw him down on the geat. Then, excited to a pitch of fury, his temples swollen and his eyes glaring, he kept throt- tling the officer with one hand, waile with the other clenched he began .o strike him violent blows in the facc. The Prussian struggled, tried to draw his sword, to clinch with his adver- sary, who was on top of him. But M. Dubuis crushed him with his enor- mous weight and kept punching him | without taking breath or knowing | where hig blows fell. Blood flowed | down the face of the German, who, choking and with @ rattling in als! throat, spat out his broken teeth and | vainly strove to shake off this infur- | jated man who was killing him, The Englishmen had got on their feet and came closer in order to see better. They remained standing, fuli| of mirth and curiosity, ready to bet for or against either combatant, Suddenly M, Dubuis, exhausted by his violent efforts, rose and resumed his seat without uttering a word. ‘The Prussian did not attack him, for the savage assault had terrified and astonished the officer as well as causing him suffering. When he was able to breathe freely he said: “Uniess you give me satisfaction with pistols I will kill you.” M. Dubuts replied: “Whenever you like, rm quite The German said: “Here is the town of Strasbourg. | I'll_get two officers to be my seconds, and there will be time before the train | leaves the station.” M. Dubuis, who was puffing as hard as the engines, sald to the English-| men} “Will you be my seconds?" They | doth answered together: | | “On, yes!" | And the train stopped. In @ minute the Prussian had found| two comrades, who brought pistols, | jand they made their way toward the/| mparts, | The Wnglishmen were continually! looking at their watches, shuffling their feet and hurrying on with the preparations, uneasy lest they should be too late for the train, M. Dubuls had never fired a pistol jetting uneaay, NO | in his life. \ They made him stand twenty paces He was asked: | ; "Yes, | Monsieur,” he noticed that one of the “Are you ready While he was answering, He sneered at {Re | Englishmen had opened his umbrella in order to keep off the rays of the sun. A voice gave the signal Bre!” | Mr. Dubuls fired at random without jelay, and ho was amazed to see tho Prussian opposite him stagger, lift up his arms and fall forward, dead, | He had killed the officer, HOME PAGE Saturday, October 6, 1918 AR BILL COLLECTOR WANTS To SEE You MR JOHN LET HIM WL MUL GET RID OF HIM HE ISA STICKER | HE SAYS HE WON'T GO SPANISH INFLUENZA ! Gogd NIGHT | SAFETY FIRST! OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, (Copyright, Frank A. Munsey Company) of @ put mes colony at geet Maine settlement called The Barbette, Nterks, Anne Marshall and ber mother, and Woen Scour, During « card vi ‘drifting dory ls observed in the Hobart goes out to retrieve it, ; Perma inSot as Eat te beta Aemaian Temi anes ete PAS Nelson Hobart is ono Onnere prevent are Hit yon Aid Scour seems intent on some, xt for Hobart’ half Jealous. suspicions, ratus for hearing under water, It presence of Uns apparatus fully convinces Hobart of By Ben Ames Williams CHAPTER IX. SUMMER at the Barbette was post, where Mrs, Marsball and Anne were living; and within the bour the Barbette knew that he was a usually a quiet affair, This naval officer op leave. He was mar- summer had begun like ried, with one child. His wife was tvery other summer; but #9, {inoffensive little woman; the things had happened to disturb the tee’ pumice “ra™acranme: them. in peace whic hn was @ part on endless combinations about her; aad There wa ension in al . ry imsel! ihe span break oecweed Hobart aud Wie susnienede Bisse wee: & emae Scour was plain for all to see; 4nd mouth and watery blue eyes He Bill Marks and John Benton, Who was a» friendly and confidential as saw much and said little, mae per- 4 child. The Marshalls—even Mrs. celved that, Hebert waren im the Marshall—made friends quickly with cour. y the newcomers; and the rbhette situation, DUE they detrankewhen Wondered at thi, since Mra. Marshall o1 : he talked to Marks alone—in eaying Dae afeine, a a cnemeteey8 U8 h din obart an > Bocur’’ Marka agreed to that, but, at Eben Scour met the oMicer on the the same time, he mistrusted the lame afternoon after hie arrival. He was man—mistrusted and feared him. “There's something about him you can't put your finger on,” he sald, But they got no further than that, standing by the steps of the Marshall veranda talking to Anne when the Lieutenant came toward them carry- ing @ pie-tin, “Mra. Morse wanted you and your mother nd Scour remained a perplexing c : ye Hobart wes watening his Oe he told Anne. “It was nvely, but since the night when . A closely, his lame man install’ the — “Mother loves to cook,” Anne told microphone he had discovered noth- him. ing more. Eben was, staying clos He smiled a little awkwardly. Yo his enttage One night, through “We like to } cook—since | chink in its flimsy walls, Hobart she is so liberal, A 8 cnt playing solltaire at. the Anne took the ple-Un. Do you table with the eat pieces of the and Mr, Scour know each other?" nicrophone clamped in place, listen- she asked; and the officer and Eben ig while he played. Hobart watched shook hands with a word of acknowl- him for fifteen minutes, but in that edgment. ‘Then the Lieutenant re- time Eben made no move except to turned to his cottage. Anne looked shuffle and dea! and play after him thoughtfully, “He—doesn't It was the next day that Lieut. look like one—fitted to command men, Morse came to the Barbette. He does he?” she asked, took a small cottage belonging to Scour shook his heed. “Not ex- John Benton, next door to the out- actly.” = = a oll Mrs, Marshal! called to Anne, and stil) kept his watob in dis hand,|the sir! turned into the cottage seiged M. Dubuis's arm and burried | ben crossed to the verands next him in double-quick time toward the station, hie fellow-countryman mark. | Cropped in a chair and picked up & book and sat down on the steps with ing Ume as he ran beside them, with | ,°Casual word, “How long. will you closed fists, his elbows at his side! have here?” he asked “One, two; one, two!” “Two weeks,” the Lieutenant told ‘And all three, running abreast! nim. 1 wish it were two months,” rapidly, made thetr way to the sta | ben nodded. “Fine place,” he tion like three grotesque figures in 8] agreed, comic newspaper. “Every one is so—cordial,” the of- The train was on the point of start-| qeer commented. ing. They sprang into their carriage.| "Yes." Eben smiled a little, “Yes Then the Englishmen, taking off thel:|—every one is yery cordial. Have travelling caps, waved them threc| you--met Nelson Hobart?” times over their heads, exclaiming: “Mr, Benton introduced us this “Hip! hip! hip! hurrah!"* morning.” And gravely, one after the other, they extended’ their right hands to M. Dubuis and then went back and Mrs, Morse and the little girl came out on the veranda, and the Lieuten- ant introduced Hben, and then ON ‘woman and the child went down ee the beach together. from his cottage to join them there a moment later, played with the baby for a space, then climbed to the ve- randa with @ nod of cool greeting to Scour, “Morning, Lieutenant Morse,” he sald, The Lieutenant was thrusting for- ward a chair, offering a cigarette. sit down!” “Good of you to drop over.” Hobart grinned at Wben. and I are—inseparable, see one of us you'll “sit other” Eben down, the “Isn't that right, Eben?" “You're always right, Nelson, old top,” said Eben quietly. The change. fire of conversation. the little girl on the beach and came up and sat with them; and after a time Anne Marshall appeared on the veranda next door, her mother beside Mrs. Morse called: “Won't you come over and sit with her, us?” ‘They came. ception,” Anne laughed. son!" weeks,” Anne looked across at the Lieuten- “I suppose you are—very bus: ant now?" “with soon Mars Eben u cour Lieutenant; ‘| that's Lieutenant something discordant He broke in with a rapid- Mrs. Morse left leave tenant our 1s up in two nodded proudly. 8 We're working at top-speed all the time.” the army going to would b 4. Ho lonk quickly and Morse repited: big job now—to convoy them across.” “Do asked. “We always expect trouble, “Of course. agreed, Fben above “Oh gretfull the fish." Mrs. dear,” them; drifted on up the 8 gone,’ you—expect That Morse looked Hobart came he urged. “Scour Where you soon see the young man thoughtfully; and Hobart challenged: eemed to sense in the “This ts almost a re- “Hello, Nel- Hobart’s lips were white: sponse was inaudible. rocked comfortably In the chair the Aeutenant had surrendered to her. “How long are you to be here?” she asked Mrs, Morse. “Jimmie's his re- t toward the trouble?” is—war, pointed quickly. fish-hawk is about to swoop. looked up to where the bird potsed on fluttering wings, motionless in the wic but after an ingtant it each. Anne exlaimed re- “T love to see them dive for “He through safely all right.” “What is your § we lowed to ‘Of course,” echoed eagerly; and Anne asked: hip? Or—are you “see Lieutenant Mrs. toward Anne “Jimmie is to go to France with the ariny,” she said, pride struggling with anxiety in her voice. smiled at her, “You mustn't worry about him, my she warned, Maryhali will re No, 1 Love You TOo MUCH — DON'T COME NEAR HE « | Have S Pani NFL You Mqt? Ger Ir He laughed boyteh! course. I'm on the Shei to teport to her at the Charlestown Yard in two weeks. He hesitated faintly; and Mrs. Marshall warned: “We love to hear about what the navy is doing—but—you mustn't tell us anything that would get you troubl The Lieutenant waved his band. "Qh, this spy talk is all-talk. When you're among friende’-—— Hobart watched Eben, He thought the little man was strangely intent, saw his eyes fixed on Morse. Anne asked: “Just how do you 4 about it to—protect the transports “Destroyers and chasers swarming around them; a watch all the time. That's about all we can do. that is enough. We never lost a ship from the other contingents.” “Isn't that splendid!" Mrs. Mar- shall commented; and the Lieutenant flushed with pleasure. “Yes--we're proud of it,” he agreed. Hobart clenched his fingers. “I'd like to stow away on one of those transports,” ho said, regretfully. “I'd give-—a lot to be doing my e#hare in Morse laughed, “If you'd like to have a try at it,” he offered, “we sail from Baltimore on the twentieth.” mn rose swiftly; Anne uttered a low excl: fon; ‘and the officer looked around and saw condemnation, dismay, euspicion in their eyes. “Why, | it's all right," | he cried. “There's no—secret about it, When you're among friends.” Mra. Marshall stood up_ atiffly. “Come, Anne,” she said, “I fanc we'd best go back to the cottage.’ She glanced at Eben Scour, laughed unpleasantly. m sorry you said that, Lieutenant Morse,” she sald. “If the--weeret got out-—we might any of us be suspected, (Good morning!" She and Anne were gone. Lieuten- ant Morse was flushed and uncomfort- able, “I say,” he appealed to Ehen, “they olene not to act like that. Wasn't it all right for me to tell?” “Perfect! said Eben Scour; and Hobart saw that the lame man’s eyes were shining, CHAPTER X. T was the next day that Phen Scour disappeared. That ts the term Hobart applied to !t. Ho- bart ellmbed the hill toward the cottage after be had finished his breakfast, and found the door shut and no sign of Scour. The lame man was habitually an early riser, Ho- bart’s curlosity was aroused; he started to try the door, but hesitated If he did #0, and Eben were Inside, the lame man would resent the in- trusion, Hobart passed by, returned to his cottage. ‘When night fell, his curlosity drove him toward it. He circled it cautious. ly once and then in, tried the door, and then a window. The Evening World’s Kiddie Klub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Copyright, 1918, by The Prev Publishing Co, (The New Tork Evening World), By ARNOLD FELDMAN, a test award winner, . leven years, Brooklyn, September con- ener enn nnn ee eeeeeeeeee—ree—reeee—ree + Cousin Eleanor’s Klub Kolumn {: ° ‘ My Dear Cousins: HESH days wo h more attached to or “Rover” or whatever wo hap- pen to call our faithful old family pet. We appreciate our dogs and all their kind more because of tho splendid work they have been do- ing with the armies abroad. Perhaps we have even been a bit more tolerant of the ‘coo-coo-coo” | of the pigeons nesting in the near- by church sin tho service of | pigeons as messengers has become well known. But did you ever think of being more lenient with a pet Polly, who loves to squawk, be- caune of the part parrots play in gain- ing our victory? To tell the truth I did not know that those noisy, gay chatterers had helped any; did you? Yet they have done thelr bit with the rest of us. Karly in the war the French sta- tioned parrots as sentinels in the Eif- fel Tower. There, his! the sleeping city, they liMtened for the approaching enemy, Their sharp ears caught the sound of @ Boche or @ Zeppelin long before human cars could hear them. At the noise of an air- craft the bird sentinels became fright- ened. They fluttered about and soreeched in panic, The men watch- ers, knowing the sign, spread the alarm, At the word, aviators flew uD and out to meet and stop the foo— anti-aircraft guns were made ready— women and children sought shelter in ‘The window slid up at a touch; and before he had time to consider the wisdom of the move, Hobart had climbed inside, and shut the window silently behind him. ‘The blind had been drawn down; It fell into place when he left the win- dow. The intertor of the cottage was black dark, Hobart lighted & match. The bed had not been slept in; the pla was empty. Hobart looked quickly around for the listening ap- paratus, It was not in sight, He crossed to the door, found where the t— wire came in through # hole in the floor, traced the wire to a closet. The ear-pieces with thelr bright, steel clamp hung there He fitted them to his head, sat there im the dark. > For a long time he heard no sound he could define. There were low murmurs and grating noises, the chafing of the restless tide upon the rocks, the rattling of pebbles as the surges lifted them, Then, abruptly, Hobart became conscious of a more definite whisper in his ears, It was@ rumble, @ whirring sound; and it grew louder. A staccato bark broke in, loud and sharp, Hobart recognized it instant- ly for the noise of @ power-boat's engine, exhausting under water. Its frat intensity decreased, at fret swiftly, then more slowly, until the explosions came faint and dull, The other, whirring rumble began to overpower the noises of the explo sions, It was some time before Hobart recognized this other sound. Three days before he had been swimming | when the Boston boat passed the! Barbette, and had dived for a mo- ment under water, The thrashing of the big ship's propcller had come plainly to his ears. It was recollec tion of this incident that led him now to Identify this sound as that of @ ship's Ww. His eyes widened in the darkness and almost instantly, the sound of} the screw ceased, For @ long ‘ime, there was silence. It was broken by a tapping on his | ears, @ tapping concussion of sound with @ faintly musical nete in it Hobart guessed wildly, “A bell!” h whispered. “Signaling under water.” If the bell was signaling, it was in a code Hobart did not know; yet ¢ tainly the bell was signaling, He counted the taps: three, one, two, two, five, four, two, two, one one, one, six, five He cowd make nothing of !*; but presently the bell cease: nd an other—the sound was more distant, fain id. “Ge he Sontinued Monday.) high above | the cellars of their homes, The de fonders of Paris were alert and on the watch, “Forewarned is forearmed” is art” old, true adage, The Allies—partice larly the Parisians—have Polly's kin- folk to thank for forewarning of matty * @ might raid by the Boches. Cousin Eleanor. dhvobetchalens ESSAY CONTEST.. 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