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Evenindy The Colonel’s Ideas By Guy de Maupassant Copyright, 1911, by Orsane Tumer Harts, 66 PON my word,” said Col. Laporte, “although I am old and gouty, my legs as stiff as two pieces of wood, yet if a pretty woman WHAT TIME bo You WANT DINNER D were to tell me to go through the eye of « needle, I betiove I Md would take a jump at it, ike a clown through @ hoop. I shall die like tha’ Tain an old beau, one of the old school, and the sight tirs me to the tips of my toes. There! “We are all pretty much alike in France in this respect; we atill re- Main knights, knights of love and fortune, since God has been abolished, But nobody cah ever get women out of our hearts; there she ts, and there she will remain, and we love her, and shall continue to love her, and go on committing all kinds of follies on her it ls in the blood. of @ woman, a pretty woman, whose bodyguard we really were. account. “wee tan te the nn eee had ceased snowing, the stars appeared and the cold became intense. irl, who was leanin father’s arm, walked unasi though in pain and several times she i woman, of a pretty woman, I feel ca- pable of anything. By Jove! when I feel her looks penetrating me, her con- founded looks which eet your blood on fire, I should like to do I don’t know what—to fight @ duel, to bave- & row, to smash the furniture, in or- der to show that I am tho strongest, the bravest, the most daring and the most devoted of men. “But I am not the only one, certain- ly not; the whole French Army is like me, I swear to you. From the com- mon soldier to the genoral, we all start out, from the van to the rear guard, when there is a woman in the case, a pretty woman. Do you re- member what Joan of Arc made us 40 formerly? Come, I will make a Guy de Maup bet that if a pretty woman had taken command of the army on the eve of Sedan, when Marshal MacMahon was wounded, we should have broken through the Prussian lines, by Jove! und had a drink out of their guns. “It was not a Trochu, but a Sainte- Genevieve, who was needed in Paris; and I remember a little anecdote of i proves that we are rything in presence of a @ woman. “I was a captain, a simple captain at the time and I was in command of a detachment of scouts, who were ve- “tt ‘he murmured: sigh, found it!’ pleasure. was raised ING treating swarmed with through a district) which Prussians. We were rrounded, pursued, tired out and half dead with fatigue and hunger, but we were bound to reach Bar-sur- should be shot, cut down, massacred. cape so far. leagues through the nfght, empty stomachs, and I thought myself: “It is all over; my poor devils of fellows will never be able to do it.’ “We had eaten nothing since the we remained hidden in @ barn, hud- and starts, as one does when worn out with fatigue. “It was dark by 5 o’clock—that wan darkness of the snow—and 1 shou my men, Some of them would not get up; they were almost incapaole ,of moving or of standing upright; their joints were stiff from cold and unger. efore us there was a large cx- panse of fat, bare country; the snow was still falling like @ curtain, in large, white flakes, which concealed everything under a thick, frozen cov- erlet, a coverlet of frozen wool. One might have thought that it was the end of the world. ‘Come, my lads, let us start.’ “They looked at the thick white flakes that were coming down and they seemed to think: ‘We have had enough of this; we may fust as well die here!’ Then I took out my ro- volver and said: “‘T will shoot the first man who fiinches.’ And so they set off, but very slowly, like men whose legs were of very little use to them, and I sent four of them three hundred yards ahead to scout, and the others fol- lowed pell-mell, walking at random and without any order, I put the strongest in the rear, with ordors to quicken the pace of the sluggards with the points of their bayonets lu the back. 6é E snow seemed as tf i were going to cover us alive; It powdered our kepis and cloaks without melting and made phantoms of us, 4 kind of spectres of dead-weary soldiers. I said to my- self, ‘We shall never get out of this except by a miracle.’ “Sometimes we had to stop for a few minutes, on accoumt of those who could not follow us, and then we heard nothing except the fatling snow, that vague, almost undiscern- thle sound made by the falling fakes, Bome of the men shook themselves, others did not move, and eo I gave the order to get off again. They rei meir rifles and with weary feet we resumed our march, when middeniy the scouts fell back. Something had alarmed them; they had heard voices im front of them, I sent forward six men and a sergeant and waited, “AM at once a shrill cry, a woman's cry, pierced through the heavy silence of the snow, and in a few minutes they brought back two prisoners, an old man and a girl, whom I ques- tioned in @ low volce- They were es- ping from the Prussians, who had ocoupfied their house during the eve- ning and had got drunk. The father was ed on his daughter's ac- 8 cervants, they had made their escape in the darkness, I road, ong I gave m heard the However, we had ten some enormous animal leagues to go during the night—te now stretohing out again. But shape came other. | “They were so near b; dled close together, so as not io {él that I could hear the loud Treating the cold so much, unable to speak |of their horses, the clin or even move, and sleeping by fits swords and the cracking of their sad- dies, and cried: “Fifty rifle shots broke the stillness of the night, then there were four or five reports and at shot was heard, and when the smoke had cleared away we saw that the men and nine horses had | fallen, Three of the animals were galloping away at a furious pace and one of them was dragging the dead body of its rider, |violently from the ground; his foot jtwelve jhad caught added: plied; Prussians!’ beneath started off the east. tance cried bad “And he affected. abolishing side.” He was silent for a few moments the better/and then continued, with an air of accompany conviction, and nodding his head: “All the game, we are very fond of Frenchmen: ‘women, we men, you see. They had lo: day before and the whole day long | were trying to find ““Poor fellows!’ she said she was cold she quickly disappeared the cloaks again and we Wo marched on for a long time and at last the sky began to grow lighter. came quite clear, luminous and glls- tening, and a rosy tint appeared in Suddenly a voice in the dis- really patriotic. “I have no feeling at all in my| feet;’ and I suffered more than she, did to eee that poor little woman dragging herself like that through thi snow. But suddenly she stopped and sald: “Father, I am go tired that I can- not go any further.’ “The old man wanted to carry her, but he could not even lift her up and she sank to the ground with a deep We all gathered around her! and, as for me, I stamped my foot in perplexity, not knowing what to do, and being unwilling to abandon th man and girl like that, when suddenly | one of the soldiers, a Parisian whom they had nicknamed Pratique, said: “Come, comrades, we must carry the young lady, otherwise we shall not show ourselves Frenchmen, con- “I really delleve that I swore with ‘That is very good of you, my children,’ 1 said, ‘and I my share of the burden,’ “We could indistinctly see, through the darknoss, the treos of a little wood on the left. Several of the men went into it and soon came back with a bundle of branches made into a litter, “Who will lend his cape? It is for a pretty girl, comrad and ten cloaks wero In @ moment the girl was lying, warm and comfortable, among them and upon six shoulders, Placed myself at their head on the right, well pleased with my position. “We started off much more briskly, as if we had had a drink of wine, and [ even heard some jokes, A woman is quite enough to electrify French- The soldiers, who had become cheerful and warm, had al- most reformed their ranks, and an old franc-tireur who was following the litter, waiting for his turn to re- e the first of his comrades who might give out, said to one of his er loud enough for mo to I am not a you a by ——, there te nothing Gow: but women to put courage into you!’ E went on, almost without stopping, until 3 o'clock in| the morning, when suddenly , y our scouts fell back once more and pl we. whole detachment showed ‘othing but a vague sh peliols) fads ue shadow on the is nothing like t he men lay on the sno frase in a low voice and arsh, metallic Tain before the morrow, otherwise Wo cocking of rifles hoe’ middle of the 1 do not know how we managed to e9- ject was movi; allie sound of t For there, in t ng about. It looked |i ball, darti then to the left, th presently it. ‘Fire!’ in the stirrup. “One of the soldiers behind me gave a terrible laugh and sal be some widows there! “Perhaps he was married. A third ‘Lt did not take long!’ “A head emerged from the Jitter. “What is the matter? sh ‘are you fighting?” “Tt is nothin, But once more. Who goes there?” he whole detachment halted and | I advanced to give the countersign. |tunning, Ireland was a seething mass We had reached the French lines and of German-inepired sedition south of as my men defiled before the outpost * @ commandant on horseback, whom I informed of what had place, asked in a sonorous voice, as he saw the litter pass him: have you in there” immediately & small Joovered with light hair appeared, dis- |espatch riders, signalers, transport ied and smiling, and replied: ‘It is T, Monsieur ‘At this the men raised a hearty laugh, and we felt quite light-hearted, while Pratique, who was walking by the side of the litter, waved his kepi and shouted: ive la France!’ And I felt really I do not know why, except that I thought it @ pretty and gal- lant thing to say. “It seemed to me af saved the whole of France, and had done something that ather men could not have done, something simple and I shall never forget | that little face, you may be sure; and if I had to give my opinion about and bugles, I should propose to replace them in every regiment by a pretty | girl, and that would be even better than playing the Marselllaise, Jove! it would put some spirit into a trooper to have a Madonna like count and, without even telling their|that, a live Madonna, by the Colonel's drums, — trumpets THE END, on her ly as will take Pratique said, hrown to him, plain, some strange ob- | ‘unning about, ike a we ten now coiling itself into a fret leagues through the snow, and with to the right, to stopping and starting off presently that wandering hearer and I saw a dozen lancers at full gallop, one behind the st thelr way and King of their last one single which rebounded + ‘There will asked, Mademoiselle,’ I re- ‘we have got rid of a dozen The snow bi taken 4 if wo had just I You ARE RiGHT JOHN. oe Tee he w. he he Do You KNow WHY THE ALLIES ARE WINNING Now ? Jus, ONE Boss To GIVE ORDERS “THAT'S THE THING | ke ng en | ig | Arterof SYNOPSIS OF Harold teat, fa pent to England ets ite baptism of fire and he bas an experience derstanding the nature of his duties, constant danger, CHAPTER XV. The Lasl Chapter. By MRS, PRIVATE PEAT. AR! It was the first of Aug- ust, 1914, and I almost ran home from the city to tell the news to my people. War! It was likely we'd be in it. War between England and Germany. That war we had all heard of and knew was inevitable, The war of the ages was imminent, I had been free-lancing in Fiect Street for the past three months, Left the Dally Chronicle over the Home Rule questions, as well as other things. I was in Ireland for the Ulster gun- the Boyne. The authorities appar- ‘ently would not listen to the warn- ings of Ulster, But Ulster was ready ‘What jfor anything. There were hospitals, he: q clearing stations, bases, There were men, all in readiness, besides (he lordinary infantry volunteers, who |were pledged by all means tn their power to keep Ireland under the flag | of the Union, I was in a@ ttle country church one Sunday morning. A roll of a drum and the skirl of a fife came | wafting across the valley on the April |breeze. The minister paused a mo- iment in his sermon. Two, three, half a dozen men rose and eoftly left. They were going to the rendezvous in case of alarm, No one knew what might happen, A conflagration might flare out at a moment's notice. But in August there came war, real war, Civilization was threatencd, Ulster handed over men, guns, am- munition, hospitals and nurses to the Imperial Government. Hundreds of the Ulster Volunteers in the Ulster Division have died for Britain, Hun- dreds of the men eouth of the Boyne who have not been bitten with the microbe of revolution, and e mistaken By aa at Ss col od ‘The story of Private Peat has been screened into a special Paramount picture, new being shown at ie: Saturday, October 26, You Beat It! _ PAGE The Evening World’s _ Kiddie Klub Korne Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), | CAN‘T Do Good WORIS WITH Two Bosses Sue 6 RIGHT! NOBODY CAN OBEY TWO Bosses A Vacation Experience IT'S BECAUSE THERE [S UNITY OF COMMAND ~ ONE MAN AT THE HEAD OF ALL THE ARMIES no treasure. The room wad poorly furniehed, having a few shabey chairs and a email desk. The eit room appeared to be the living room. It contained a email table, four of | five chairs, a rug, some plotures —y hanging on the walls and % books caso alongside a bed. Ap 7 the case, I took out the three it hold. I opened each, held then backwards, sideways, upside down, but couldn't make out the nat authors or anything about them, A decided that it made Uttle differedée to me, although everything mysterious alr, even the last kitchen, in which was a small a table, some chairs, a lamp ent® — | / NE afternoon late in July I loft O our cottage to walk through the flolds of nodding dal and buttercups, I stopped now and then to Maten to the bubbling of the little stream and again to the ohirp- ing of birds. After walking for some GLADYS FROM NOW ON You Taice ORDERS FRON ME ONLY, time 1 “ found myself before a weatherbeaten| few dishes, THERE ISONLY One BoSS CANYOu shanty. It looked homey, #0 I sat! 1 jit the lamp. I then took out mg Rear iT | down in the front yard to rest. watch, It was 10 o'clock. “Tem > My curiosity then rose, What was|0'clock, and goodness knows how many miles from home!” I said, ran to the door and looked into aky. There were no stars; the ch were thick and drops of rain descend- ing. The only thing I heard was cawing of tbe hawks, and the things I saw were trees, fog 4 shanty. I gathered up my wits, ale — though every limb shook with fright ~ I went back, put out the lamp ¢ threw myself down among the hea this hut doing here? Was it inhab- ited? My mind was upset, for it was not an ordinary shanty. It had three gables, latticed windows, and on the door were three locks. ha!” thought I, “Perhaps this is the house of Jack's giant, whom 1 have read of, and perhaps there is treasure inside and therefore the door | blankets on the bed. I lay there ie bolted.” I knocked on tha door,| about five minutes, when madd but there was no answer. 1 tried the| heard Eee tie acing oe " door and it was open, Then what| ‘Mis i» a haunted house!” were the three locks meant for? 1] { awoke and found myself atti? walked in. ting on the patch of grasa. Behind First there was a large room, but window of the shanty was a perched upon a chair, sayin, so large that I couldn't imagine how, him! ‘Caton ying it managed to get into so small & This is a haunted house Catch him! Burgiars iunt and| “Ha, ha, ha!" [ laughed. house, But there was no 6 was the mischief-maker.” ding theatres, tht, Gromett Dunlap.) RECEDING CHAPTERS, ‘avadian, joins We Dowivion's (inst overseas coutingent, and after From there be goes to Frauwe and toward tbe {rout lines, Lis batialion then sbore Uaioe Oo Listening post, Laving volumtesred without um But he soon becomes s veteran of hard fighting, Aftor- ward his battalion is billeted in Ypres, where he finds « fascinating apectacle of misery, ruin and His battalion is on duty when the Germans launch thelr fire eas attack, Peat atteinpts to bring up ammanition during a bad quarter hour for the Canadians, but i» seriously wounded. He is sent to Hoapital aud then to England, idea that England is a tyrant, have died for the cause of world liberty. How we lived through those first electric four days of August! Wouid the Liberal Governmeht funk? We doubted them unjustly. Then came the devastation of Belgium, and Britain gave Germany its disappoint- ment—Britain declared war. Ireland rallied round the brave old Union Jack; the colonies, India, Africa, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and the smaller islands sent word that they were with us to a man. And then the fight commenced. Those casualty lists of the first Im- perial Army! God in Heaven! The thud of distant guns, and then nearer and nearer we could hear in London the rumble of the enemy artillery as though of thunder, Smoke drifted over, and we lived in @ pall of death. It was in October that Fate's ap- Parent working showed itself. “This war will alter our lives very Greatly,” sald my aunt one evening in this month, as we sat around the fire, We havé ail a trace of second sight, Most old families of the north of Ireland can claim to be “fey.” “It will,” said I, “for free-lancing is getting played out, I @ball have to get steady work.” No more was said, and no special work came my way. It was useless to attempt to train for nursing. I had no aptitude for that, and muni- tion workers ef our sex were not called yet. Then the Canadians came. The First Contingent. For the most part big, strong, hefty-looking men; well uniformed, well set up. Eighty-seven per cent. of them old country born Among them my cousin, Peter Wat- son, Dear old man Peter, | wondcr do you know of my happiness which ds the outcome of your journey "West"? I wish you might know it, and share some of the joy. Yours was @ lonely and @ senaitive soul, Peter had deen borm jn the Guf- folks, A leutemant in the Imperial ’ _———- aha nada ni ate siamo | L went home, and my folks @ scolding for wandering away f | out permission, They had been li ing for me. That evening I my adventure, “That hut,” sald ‘belongs to some Spanish fiehi ‘So my dream books were Bi oe I laughed. “And why the thres locks?” “A man may have as many locks a8 he desires on his door,” he answei Our friendship grew, and then he) Army. Money was scarce and je daily paper would bring replies from on threw up hig commission. He tried wounded soldiers, I advertised in Kot well enough to lesve bg ee iy, ADELE MARK, New Canada as a fortune making ground, a London paper. ‘The advertise. We Wrote regulmliv, Dill tomy ive | sBiiaaes Lingered a while in Calgary, ang ment appeared on a Wednesday, and when, as a paraly: wreck of youth, THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A when war broke out enlisted in the on the Thursday morning I had a he was sent back from France, Pvt, COFFEE BEAN. ’ now famous Fighting Tenth, letter from a young Canadian soldier Peay relies NG ee cedin'to|.On@ day as the coffee was put om Peter came up from Salisbury to of the Third Battalion who waa in to me at the offices where the Ef-| the table the sugar said, “Migs ‘ seo us. He met me in town a few the Royal Herbert Hospital at Wool- ficiency Engineers had their head- | please tell me your history.” z times, We lunched, dined, did a Wich, He told me of knowing some- quarters, “All right,” said the coffee, J theatre. He brought pals with him, thing of what may have happened to “Time for me to come and see) day ay I was speaking to my mothers 1 brought him ception room, left him for you!" ‘he exclaimed. the There was Sandy Clark. Poor old Peter. The possibilities were that Lasked her if she was planted where int» Sandy! I have his collar budge C10, he was blown up in company with twy minutes until 1 made some ar- | me was then? ‘No, but I wae Another soldier took it off his tuma #1806 h full of other soldiers. rangements as to work. When | re. Biante 10 tbe nurmery wire the sun for me before they buried him A here is little reason to doubt this turned he was In a faint, from which | 17 . my mol ful ending to u young life; the at be |‘When I was old enough the: eniper got Sandy in June, 1916, awful ending t young life; there {t took some time to rouse him, His 4 y plant is no evidence of anything éine. |me in the field in which you convalescent camp was in the coun- There was Farmer. Ho was a sig- he letter of the young Canadian try, lew of | “Now, I will tell you what y, and he had trudged five miles of | naler, and was transferred. I saw SOldier was kindly and frank in tone, muddy road in the rain in his en- | ce apse I was born. Some his name listed killed, too. I don't 1 #h8wered it, and asked if he had deavor to re 4 railway station | 8 some children came started to pick us by hand, “Just ay | was wondering what they Were going to do with ua, to my sume | |prise they put me in a machine which _ tock off the shell (the people called it any relations in the old country lied that he had not, and cided that we would in hospital and try in some way to help him in his loneliness, with the ultimate object in view of| visiting me, We saw each other frequently from tila time. My dear friend, Amy Nay- lor, jokingly warned me: “Be careful, know where, There were jalf a dozen other Canadian boys, Peter and myself. We lunched one day in Ru- pert Street. We pledged to our next Before seeing the soidie ceived ful, | pulping). After that they wa: meeting after the war at the samo several other ‘letters, notably. trom Bebe, you are playing with fire.” I lit they had kept me down poy Place. We whan't meet. Thero.ix none Sam J, Peters, who came to see us, iaushed. EK had other ideas, but |would have drowned, but they tools of the boys alive. I only live of uli and was positive that he knew Peter thinks Treat out “that pee om us gut ane put us on a cement foor 7 . 48 & man who had aided him on his CUP™ . |, dry in the sun. fs the ‘party, It was a atrange thing Mine"wounded himself Lance corp Was not playing. It remained to find | “Then we wore assorted. ‘The small that day. I did not know it would Carey was another who wrote, an oe ee nS Mt vd y moma, | ones went thro the small holes — be the last time I should see Peter, Corpl, George A. Vowel, known as ine teins iaseer h @ jane the large ones went nro ‘ street and kissed me “goodby” & Corps wrote a kindly letter, of the disabled men were to be re- | "We were then aacked so tight thi second time, I wondered. Old man On a Saturday afternoon we went ‘ured to Canada for discharge. Pil- |1 was badly bruised. ‘Then I wai Peter. down to Woolwich, and after @ short hag’ word that he would soon receive | (ake £0 the store, where J sta: The war has come home to our Sal with a nurse in, charge were . commission, though he would not Pe eeee, ee oar owns he : allowed to see the Canadian who 4) , he | house ought me, and here fanuily,, “There te Hane of ua Jet at writlen, Cra Pye ang fy nba we fib den SONYSRNEYeR |i parte : ‘om Small, my stepbrother, is sti small, and looked ithout one word spoken, it can y ROSE UNTERWEISERL fuine God all Aabtine 1 eee oer for to be understood between us that it | oe eons MOHDR) 2 PRAY Dis SINCE SBEINOM eee tet cra; would only be & matter of time be- \ sufety to the end, ney ail went, Bote cine Bat De shames Ue persy | fore I would go to Canada to join ne puve hich he hac liked ¢ 0 ta d jo! one after the other, The last to go him. und promised to come back. He him. Fate seemed to arrange the sublet Oe CONTEST, was Hugh. July, 1916, onthe eleventh agreed that he would get 4 pass for Matter slently thet ot are inet ‘ J zt dere he Kiddig: day he was killed, Dear old boy, the following Sunday so that we !nite time when “he” had ad time \ it ls Ghiealinable vat Ye on the Could see him in regulation hours, — to look around and “see how things ‘Ten prizes of four Thrift Stam s_unres e yet. You won the “0 Mentioned during conversation Were.” he would send for me, (the equivalent of $1.00) wilt bs Military Cross and you won yet an- now he had seen the advertisement | It was @ matter of weeks before | awarded those of our Kiddie KIUp other undying honor. You were in the London and how he ! ¢' a carte ee new ‘ol a oame, member ages from six to fifteen : ; completing a always had the to comfort | We met through tragedy, My hus- who write the best essays. ete Me er Ss dieting st thow had lost relatives, espe- band has all the sacredness to me Why I Love the Kiddie Kluby of having come back to me from the brink of the grave, He has all the wonder of @ man who has offered and is willing to offer again his life for right, He ig friend, pal and husband all in one, Of Peter, the unconscious instrument of Fate's working, we must say of him but one thing: “He died for his country.” (The End.) 1 the official informa- tion could give was “missing.” On the next day it occurred to me that the days must hang long on such @ boy's hands, and [ forthwith wrote him a card ‘with some small joke on it. He replied by a letter, Soon we wrote to each other every day. It was quite amusing, and at times our letters amounted to a war of wits and repartee, Essays must not exceed hundred and fifty ‘words (150), Contestants must state theif NAME, ADDRESS, AGE AND CERTIFICATE NUMBER, Address Cousin Eleanor, area 63 World Kiddie Klub, No, Contest closes Oct. 30, glorious young manhood lie French soil, Goodby, Hugh Peter was reported missing. All of us who were left alive tried every means of which we knew and of which we heard to find @ trace of him. We got none. At last I de- cided that an advertisement, tn deep in Row, New York City, a HOW TO JOIN THE KL OBTAIN YOUR PIN, & ing with ber, “Gut ont ‘Ge pore, like | DON’T MISS THE SECRET OF THE ABANDONED ROOM First Facts in This Baffling Mystery Will Be Printed Monday