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THE LANCASTER HERALD
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F-
BRIDE of BATTLE
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A Romance of the American Army
Fighting on the Battlefields of France
fe<'s
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CHAPTER XV—Continued.
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, the blow all his strength
ft bla energy and aest for
Ho forgot everything. Waving
be hurled himself Into the
inks. They gave, and with
Hr the defenders swept on into
street, Mark leading them,
fought that day he never
long afterward he would see
' Off It In sleep, and battle plc-
that forever eluded his waking
Bound the little vtl-
unexpected places, hideous death
caught the unwary and venture-
sotnetimes a street was'^filled
jostling mob, too packed to use
at one another with
teeth. There was no order,
^command fell to him who
MS
ss-*
‘‘Weston,” he answered. j that has come to him has come from
And suddenly he remembered Elea- you. And it tells me, too, -that yoor
nor, and, ashamed and humiliated, and 1 power has ended. ‘No,’ Is my answer.”
yet strangely elevated, he began to “And yours, Mr. Weston ?' asked
push his way back through the crowd. ; Kellerman, looking at Mark.
By VICTOR ROUSSEAU
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) /
He turned Into the street of the Jail.
Dead bodies lay everywhere, and al-
ready some of the ambulance men were
succoring the wounded. Broken guns,
rifles, haversacks, all the parapher- j
nalia of battle strewed the streets. The
debris of the jail came Into view. The
sun, dancing above it, indicated, to
Mark’s astonishment, that hours had
passed, and that it was afternoon. Mark
feK suddenly sick, he trembled, and
with his last reserves of strength he
Staggered forward.
Then he saw Colonel Howard with-
in the orifice in the wall, and Eleanor
kneeling beside him, holding a water-
bottle to his lips. She turned, saw
him, and ran to him, folded her arms
about his neck and pressed her lips to
his.
CHAPTER XVI.
mo?
Even as he kissed her In return he
saw the startled glance that she cast
behind her, and, following it with his
eyes, he saw a tall figure In uniform
emerge from the recesses of the ori-
fice; and again he stood face to face
with Kellerman.
Eleanor released him and stood, still
Mark, unable to reply, pointed toward
the opening of the recess. Kellerman
turned and strode toward it. Then he
turned.
“There’s one thing more to say,” he
said. “Your action in dismissing me,
Miss Howard, savors of the romantic
drama. Your life has been a romantic
one, with a certain high-strung ideal-
ism In it. due to the circumstances of
your upbringing. It was that, I be-
lieve, which made you think it your
duty to follow your adopted father’s
unit to the front. I think you ought to
know who you are. Your father died
1 on the battlefield of Santiago. He was
j a fugitive from Justice. He was the
i notorious Hampton.” *
Mark uttered a cry. He sprang to-
ward Kellerman, but Kellerman dealt
him a blow that sent him stumbling
I among the brickh.
“That’s a lie, Kellerman 1” said Colo-
nel Howard quietly.
The old Colonel’s eyes were wide
open. He laid his hands laboriously
1 upon the edge of the brick wall and,
I with a great effort, raised himself to
j his feet. '
“That’s a Ue,” he repeated
"It Is no lie, Colonel Howard. You
told the whole story to Captain Wal-
Never mind
clinging to him, at his side, her hand
drawn through his arm. The contrast }^ce in the hospital tent,
between the two men was extraor- ho^ x know j know>-
ulnary. Kellerman looked as if he ha* «Yon damned, dirty spy!” said the
f Just stepped into his uniform; his old
gloved hands, his adjusted belt, the confession>» answered Kellerman
creases in blandly. “Your words were strong
ones, Colonel Howard. Deny them if
you can. You said, ‘A thousand years
of hell wouldn’t atone for that crime.’
You said ‘it was calculated, cold-
I blooded deliberation.’ You said, *The
case against Hampton was absolutely
proven. He was to have been hanged
as soon as we captured Santiago. He
was born rotten.
Into the Main Street, Mark
Loading Them.
to the day’s fortunes, the
; and flowed.' Company after
up on either side. Now
i now driven back, the Amer-
; from street to street and
^. -itachine guns opened fire
Tfeyougfr'all that nightmare
at the head of his com-
flke a madman, as they
i afterward. When he came
At last he found himself,
V save for his bleeding arm,
I the bandage had long since
in command of a battalion.
the Germans from
of the village. The de-
the day. The reserves
; in. On the ridge be-
was marshaling for a
p&pga
i arm.
L
him. Lieutenant*,
have commanded
With privates and
as if hypno-
privale wi$h the
As Mark looked
with the conscious-
leadership. And. at
a roar went up that was
man to man and sent
distance.
swept away with un-
it tbuslasin. It was his
of which every soldier
boys ! Break them
ted ud ran forward
atsoondtag cheer the lines
him. A ripple of machine-
mght them, but could not
L Over tbe fallen they
cries of triumph upon their
set above the gleaming
animated by a single pur-
And now they were upon them.
In- the bloody swirl,
threat at him, bullets tore his
uniform. Once be was down,
saw a giant rush at him with
fffie. He raised bla arm, he
drive with his sword, lunged
Then the uplifted rifle
beside him, and the
fell fbrward dead, over him, pln-
htiu to tbe ground, and covering
wttb his blood. A bayonet thrust
dean through his body,
’looking np bewildered, Mark
•he saw Hartley’s face look
into his own.
React moment Mark was on his feet
vanished. But
the last tussle was over) Tbe
and fled.
stood Still, gasping. The men
crowding alt about him, waving
helmets mi bayonet points, cheer-
ing him. shaking his hand. Across the
two mounted men were riding,
came up to the ridge, and one. a
old officer, leaped to the
g Mark's hand.
thanks—our country’s thanks to
jjMMf he carted. “What la your namcT’
looked and saw the General s
Colonel, attempting to
sage.
The General gave him his arm and
assisted him, and, when he stood still,
placed one arm about him to steady
him.
“Do you recognize that man?” he
asked.
The Colonel stiffened; Kellerman
fell back against the wall.
“As I’m a living man,” cried Colo-
nel Howard, “it’s Hampton!”
fashion-plate. Looking at Mark, he saw
a dirty, grimed, almost unrecognizable
figure, with uniform that hung about
him in great Tatters, blotched and
stained with blood.
“You said he would not come back!”
cried Eleanor. “You see he has come
back. What have you to say more?”
“You misunderstood me, Eleanor—”
“I understand you now for the first i to pay his gambling debts.’ And you |
time in my life. I iiked you. Major ; called him by the worst name one man
Kellerman. I trusted you and I be- J can call another. That was why you
lieved in you. When you told me that tried to persuade Mark Wallace not to
you were working to get Captain Wal- j adopt Hampton's child. Like father,
lace his recognition I was glad, and i like daughter.”
proud of you both, and happy. What He swung round upon Eleanor, and
did you do?” j for the first time seemed to lose his
"What did he do?” cried Kellerman self-control,
furiously. “Why should you believe ! “That’s who you are!" he cried. “The
evil things of me, because he said j child of a wretched traitor, who worked
them—” j in the war department with Colonel
“Ho never spoke one word against | Howard and me, a man without honor,
yon !* | entangled with a wretched woman spy,
“When the decision has already been j who sold our secrets. And that man—
made by an impartial court, anxious to ] your adopted.father, whom you love
CHAPTER XVII.
Hartley sat up on the stretcher and
fixed his eyes on Howard’s face. It
was evident that he was desperately
wounded. One of the orderlies kneeled
beside him and held him.
“This man,” said the General, chew-
ing at his mustache In emotion which
he could not altogether hide, “was once
an officer In the service of our coun-
try. He was engaged In confidential
work in the war department. He was
accused of espionage—unjustly ac-
cused.”
With a low cry Eleanor rushed for-
ward and kneeled beside tbe stricken
man; she placed her arms about him
and drew his head down upon her
shoulder, looking piteously into the
weary eyes. Hampton raised her hand
to his lips and kissed it.
“Unjustly accused,” repeated the
GeneraL “Major KeUerman, stand to
attention, sir! You shall be heard
later. He was the victim of the Sys-
tem, which was even then laying its
plans In Washington. He was tbe vic-
tim Of a woman named Morsheim—
Hilda Morsheim, whose activities were
well known, though we could then do
nothing to counteract them. Shat made
n specialty of luring young officers tnto
gambling dens, winning large sums
from them, and thus leading them
down the slope toward disgrace and
death.
“She had a confederate who was
, highly placed in the war department.
He sold Ills country %vhen, by their united efforts, they
failed to make a traitor of Captain
Hampton, they compassed his ruin.
How they did so I need not describe
now. The facts are of record; It Is
enough to say that they succeeded.
Hampton was driven Into exile; but
they were not satisfied with that. They
broke his career, they drove him from
the company of all decent men. But
that was not enough. They broke hto
wife’s heart; she died. They made his
name one of execration. St)U they
were not satisfied. Wish devilish in-
genuity they sought to cover their
tracks by making it appear that Hamp-
dear a soldier’s character, if that were
poosible?"
> “Because I have a woman’s Instinct,
Major KeUerman.”
“Enough of this,” Interposed Mark.
“Wha£ are yon doing here, sir?”
He snapped the lost word oat in
and revere, spied on him In turn,
watched him, read his letters, went
through his pockets, snared him,
trapped him, brought him to his de-
serts—and adopted you.”
Eleanor staggered toward the Colo-
nel, her arms raised imploringly, and
irony mo bitter that KeUerman winced, i cried in a choking voice:
“So you’ve cheated the firing party,
Private Weston!” he said, with hto
habitual sneer.
“O, call me Mark while you’re about
it” answered Wallace. “Or please re-
member that I' am po longer under
yoor command, nor a soldier in the
American army. Technically I am a
dead man. Major Kellerman, and dead
men—”
“Tell no tales, eh T’ responded Kel-
lerman savagely. “Well, here we stand
man to man, and the conditions war-
rant plain speaking. It is not my busi-
ness to place you under arrest But If
I do so, you are aware that your life
will be worth about five minutes’ pur-
“Say It’s untrue! Only say that It’s
untrue P*
“It’s a damned lie,” said the Colonel;
but there waa not the least conviction
In his voice. > ' ,i
“Tell me the truth f” ", .J
“It's true, then—It** more or lens
true,” said Howard wearily.
“It’s not true!” shouted Mark. “Re '
member. Colonel, the man’s face had ;
been practically blown away. How flo
we * know that It was Hampton who
was with the child? It might have
been another. We don’t know for sure,
and we can’t know. I’ve never believed
It I wouldn’t ever dare to let myself
believe it ”
chase. So go»Mr. Weston, or Wallace, * “You found his papers,” said Keller-
or whatever you call yourself now. Go ! man.
—if Miss Eleanor here says the one j Nobody answered him. Eleanor went
up to Mark and raised her white face
to his. “Tell me what you think, Cap-
tain Mark,” she pleaded.
And once more Mark was mute. She
tead his face as If by inches. She
turned toward Kellerman. “Now will !
A spy’s daughter
word that will set you free. Go—and
In this confusion yon will have a rea- (
s<viable chance to escape, with those
ready wits of yours.”
“The one word?” Eleanor gasped.
“The one word ‘yes’,” responded Kel-
lerman. yon goT* she asked.
“I will never become your wife, Ma- | Kellerman saluted her with mock
jor Kellerman.” J formality. “Til go,” he said, “but he’s
“So you told me the other day, after ; spent his chance,
leading me to suppose that It was your j and a spy’s—”
intention, answered Kellerman easily. | The ambulance bearers appeared at
Stop, Mr. R eston. If you please, and i the entrance to the recess. They bore
a stretcher. Propped up in It, swathed
in a bloody clout of bandages, was
Hartley.
“There he Is!” he cried, pointing his
hand In triumph. “I knew he’d come
we j this way.
some one outside the orifice. »
The stretcher bearers set down their
burden on a ledge of the wall. Into
the little place strode the General.
Ills appearance there exercised a
•gain, and Hartley had
..... — •' - »- ,,,.,1. ,
let me finish. War doesn’t leave much
sentimentality in a man. We know what
life Is worth, and we know that life's
a matter of bargaining. When we
were In America I might have accepted
my dismissal, Eleanor. But here
three stand under the naked heaven,
like ants on a hill. All artificial dis-
tinctions have fallen away. I'va loved
you for many months, Eleanor, and l
want to marry you. That** ®e-bald
truth of It. In order to persuado yo«L paralyzing effect upon them all. Ke|-
1 MU lurmon u-o u iKo R r t* f
I am willing to let this gentleman
cape—to facilitate his escape, even td
make our marriage dependent on my
success. That’s fair, isn’t It? And,
what have you against me? to It toy
fault that he was court-martialed gnd
sentenced to death for striking an of-
ficer?”
The man’s effrontery took Mark’s
breath away.
“My answer," responded Eleanor
steadily, “is ‘no.’ And even If you could
•end him to his death it would still be
too.’ Because he himself would wish
ttot But you can't harm him. Sorue-
tfctaf convinces me that all the harm
“The Child of a Wretched Traitor.*
ton was still carrying on his trade, stlh
selling government secrets. You sea
why. Colonel?” he continued, turning
to Howard. “Because they themselves
were continuing their vile work, and
the new leakages hud to be accounted
for”
Kellerman, ghastly white, leaned
against the brick wall; he was fum-
bling nervously In his tuntc pocket.
h,n-. ,l,r he cried to j ln~L.’'Z"Z,-nT
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
lerman was the first to recover his self-
possession. He saluted stiffly.
“This man,” he said, pointing to
Mark, “is the prisoner who was to have
h«*n executed this morning.”
The General, without a word, strode
toward Mark and clasped him by the
pond.
Kellerman gulped and moved toward
the entrance for the last time. The
Ggneral turned.
“Halt, sir!” he commanded. “Colonel
Howard, will you have the goodness to
go to the man on the—why, I beg yoor
pardon. Colonel! Not badly hurt?”
“Nothing much, sir,” answered the
Old Siberian City.
One of the principal Siberian dtie*
Is Tobolsk, the commercial center of
; the vast province of Tobolsk. whlcA
i extends over an area of 500,000 square
mifc*g, a large portion of which, bow-
| ever. Is practically uninhabited. Tha
( moat prominent nulling in the city to
: the Kremlin, built in Unltatidh of tha
great citadel fn Moscow. This struc-
ture was erected by Swedish prisoners
j of war captured by peter the Great at
the battle of Poltava In 1709.
Found.
“Aha!” hissed tha Pullman porter.
“I have found the secret of hto berth 1”
And he took a flask from under tha
passenger’s pillow.—Cartoons Mi|r
nam.
The work to be done in the recon-
struction of devastated countries Is
appalling—or would be If the war
that devastated them had not also so
augmented the strength and re-
sources of the Red Cross that It can
undertake any task of mercy. In ev-
ery direction almost, its help Is need-
ed. The ending of the war has not
lessened the need for foreign relief
work and the task of reconstruction
is going to be a long one. But if Amer-
ican people Btand^by the Red Cross,
and the best American talent and ex-
ecutive ability continues to be dedi-
cated to it, we may live with the com-
forting assurance that America is do-
ing its great part to alleviate human
misery.
Unde? the stress of the war a work-
ing organization has been built up,
having the benefit of experience be-
hind It, and a knowledge of the best
way of doing things. Now that we
have such an efficient organisation, It
may be depended upon to do the relief
work at home and abroad, that must
be done. The character of the work
will change somewhat as tiras
Just now peoples in desperate
are being relieved. In tha
Europe, Serbia, the region south '
the Danube, Armenia, starvation ai
disease face populations despoiled <
their homes and industries,
dueed by thousands upon t
victims of the war. Their i
requirements of food, medicine
shelter must be taken cara of
some provision made to educate
youth In agriculture afid other
of support. And this is only on#
ner of the esrth that cries for
at the hands of the Rod Croon.
Holy Land, as a result of th
one-third of the population «
died of disease and hungef.
Things will not be again as
were before the great war. Wa
help more those people of other
tries, leas fortunate than
are not able to help the
those at home whose fete to
Red Cross has shown what It
in a great emergenc?-*-tha
fore It lengthen, and they
undertakings.
33
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georgette
In the passing show of
there are many of dark
crepe, some of‘theta having a lighter
color Unreduced to veateas or panels
or emplacements. Occasionally ' the
dark crepe is made up ov«f an ohdA-
bodice tn a light color, which ft does
not veil entirely, leaving a chemisette,
or vest, and at least part of tbe collar
of the light color uncovered. For the
blouse of dark crepe is not usually a !
simple affair; Its regular business In]
Hfe being to fone up a plain skirt and
manage a semidress toilette without
other help.
But the blouse of dark georgette
shown In the picture is one of those
that may he classed ns etmpls, al-
though It has severnI distinguishing
new style features. It reveals a flavor
that comes from the far East in the
sleeves and neck—which are inspira-
tions of th*% mandarin coat, and it
merits as much consideration us its
more complicated rivals, for it em-
bodies fine style. It Is very good look- j
ing. This blouse Is not made over an j
undertoodlce in contrasting color, but
color contrast is Introduced by means |
of parallel rows of beads that extend [
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from the i
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in
where It „
matchos tbe #*hp« J
item that
blouse, for
arc embroidered tha*
each side, i '
Among the
there are a few htg»»J
not everyone can wi
coining round
tor, styles. It to <■
blouses that light,
dueed In vestees and
xtsndlng collar of ths
sometimes embellished wtth i
broidery In-the color of the l
or heinstItched with It.
buttons, covered with the
over s foundation of satto
make s charming finish,
nothing to do wtth the
the blouse—this IS
Mtnnll snap fasteners.
About th# Edges of Things.
The crocheted edge is frequently
used instead of more expansive
real lace edge about every hit of hand-
work. from tloilles to envelop*
chemise. Still, even the most -pru«*-
tlced of needlewomen rather balk
when It comes to punching all those
holes in the edge. But one needle-
woman experimented Instead of use-
lessly balking. Site discovered that a
single row of machine hemstitching did
the trick to perfection. So never mind
stewing over the punch work any more.
Simply have tbe hemstitching dime
first, and the crocheting will be de-
lightfully easy to follow with.
New Handkerchief#
Handkerchief# of crepe de chine #re
In brilliant colors. They are appar-
ently well liked. A No colored linen
and batiste are the rage. Soma of
them are quits small and hav# ound-
ed corner#.
Transparent Cr
Some new cretonnes tm
nlxhltig are woven In Itffti
the light shine# through
of the rwttern wltA a very
beautiful effect, bringing out
and design of flowers, whU*
ground keeps Its rothlMflfr
Particularly handsome tea
{this tjpe with shaded pink
black ground. ThO
the fabric makes th«is
of the leaves stand out'
dark background, giving
a suniighted window
| and overcast day. t rv*i
Warm V#lw#t f#
Velvet negligees ha VO
hack : ihoy are
are not only beautiful, 1
J comfortsbla for the cal
■ ter. And thooo «
are of such odd#
lovely design, that
i surety And on# that
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