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BRIBE . OF BATTLE
CHAPTER XI Continued. . .
Ada Kenson turned and ran toward
Xjrk with a scream. She did not rec
ocaize him, Mark could see that
Tbt discipline of a lifetime held
Hark steady. He stood confronting
Jjellerman, but did not raise a hand
cn to guard himself. Kellerman
jSared at him in speechless fury. And
ifitn then It seemed a little singular
fl Mark that Hartley disappeared, so
swiftly and silently that neither the
ansa nor the woman knew he had been
Then Kellerman turet into hysterical
the spy from the , war.depart-.
jurat," he cried. "The fellow . we
xttbed out of the army for treachery,
aorsqaerading here In uniform. A
i&ak wall and a firing squad for you
ftcaaarrew, my manl"
Ada Kenson sprang between them.
B doesn't mean that !" she cried,
jraog into Mark's face dubiously.
recognized Mark now, but Mark
mid see that the recognition meant
&HIto her; probably he had been only
m trivial incident In her career. "Lis
tea t me!" she whispered In Mark's
met. "He has been drinking. It will
ike all right. Just go back and keep
404a to yourself. You'll get a fifty
(Mhr bill by the next post, and ten
'flnary month afterward, so long as you
Saeft see anything. Understand? He
'Jasat responsible "
Mark turned away In disgust, but he
-imagined thewarped mind that caught
8 this Lope of secrecy.
He went back Into the kitchen. The
jcc&Eers were still there, one or two
33ed him; the incident had occupied
vatij ten minutes. Annette made a
Ktle mouth at him from the doorway.
X4 Hark was searching In the room
Tonr friend went home, I think,
-miosieur le soldat," said Annette In
SZsrk strode out of the Inn without
wsrd. Hartley's disappearance did
.wfl disturb him. Hartley was strange;
Se felt that he had relied too much
m Hartley. It was for him to act. He
wwtld so to the Major in charge of the
Jnejital, tell his story, and do the only
33xuz possible. He had no doubt any
aacger that Kellerman and the Kenson
msoan were partners In a far-reaching
rwHSpfraey against his country, though
3 tad never before allowed himself
la accept the obvious deductions from
$1 Washington episode. His mind
aofiraf slowly. His purpose had been
redeem himself, he had thought
aicrfley obsessed; now he meant to re
-Sad suddenly, out of the mist of
.yeEESfc. he recalled Colonel Howard's
tary of Hampton. Kellerman had
3s the chief agent in Hampton's
Szzjjc fall. Suppose Hampton had
3en innocent! Suppose that Elea
asrTs father had been a brave and loyal
nam. whose hideous ruin and abom-
3ash3e death mlht be posthumously
- Hie Wood rushv?d to his head at the
iftoHght of it. The burden of the
atnowiedge of her father's shame, and
its probable effect on her If ever
3fie learned had weighed heavily upon
SSmtifs heart since that night in the
Then the Blood receded, leaving him
as old as a stone. For he recalled
&8a Kenson's words to Kellerman. So
fSa hunter was hard upon the quarry
perhaps he had already snared her.
USesnor had liked Kellerman. He
3areed back his thoughts, strode
Undght to barracks and turned In.
And he slept, though he had not ex
pected to close his eyes that night.
Se slept as soundly as his comrades,
awakening, as was his habit, a few
atonutes before reveille, with a mind
aSapalarly clarified by sleep. He would
xsk to parade before his commanding
officer in the morning and state the
tSastx. leaving the rest to fate.
He was not destined to, for the same
corporal who had put him on duty dur
ane Ms previous afternoon "off" called
45a five minutes before parade. ,
"Too can leave them buttons, Wes
aaa." he said with a grin. "You won't
need to polish 'em where you're going.
"She sergeant major wants you at
Hark hurried to the office, to find the
ogeant major In company with one
tae senior captains; then he remem
ld that rumors of the preceding
waring had sent the Major away with
tfae Inspecting General. His interview
mwt be postponed, then.
"Weston, you'd better get your
Breakfast at once," said the sergeant
sKBjor. "And have your kit packed in
Sweaty minutes. You and Hartley are
up to the front."
senior captain temporarily com-
sanSng the detachment unbent from
fl official air which he was trying
SeniWy hard to assume.
were specially asked for from
aeadqnarters,- he said, "with another
i. ana rm sending Hartley be-
c our ixiena. Tnev want two
men for the stretcher bearers
"7. wen be sorry to lose yov4
A Romance of the American Army
Fighting on the Battlefields of Franco
By VICTOR ROUSSEA0
(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.)
Mark saluted and went out Just as
Hartley appeared at the door. The
sergeant major enlightened Hartley
"You must have some pull at head
quarters, Weston," he said. "Do you
know Major Kellerman?"
"A little, sir," answered Mark grimly.
"Well, he seems to know all about
you, and he told the O. C. over the tel
ephone that he must have you. He'll
be your O. C. now. for a while, so
things ought to run smoothly for you."
"He's not a doctor, sir."
"No, but the stretcher bearers aren't
a medical corps; they're attached to
Mark hurried away. In the barrack
room, at breakfast, the two were the
subject of mingled jests and congratu
lations. The stretcher bearers, form
ing, as It were, the last supports of
the Infantry, shared with them the
ETeat nroDortion of casualties. Keller-
man's scheme was perfectly clear to
He was In a wretched state of mind
when the car steamed Into the depot
at the end of the narrow-gauge line.
He descended Into a city, a nushroom
city of the supply and transportation
A sergeant and corporal, with nine
or ten men of the stretcher bearers'
company, were waiting for the two.
The little troop was returning to the
trenches after five days of relief at a
"You're the two men from the base
hospital?" asked the sergeant. "All
right! Fall In. Right turn! Quick
They moved away down a slope and
began to pick their way along the be
ginning of a maze of trenches.
The roar of guns, which had never
ceased by night or day, and had long
ceased to be noticeable, was louder
Suddenly the sergeant stopped.
"There was ten of you," he said to
"All here," responded the corporal.
The sergeant turned to Mark.
"Where's your mate?" he asked.
Mark, who had been plodding along
under the Impression that Hartley was
following, turned round, to find that
he was the last of the party. Hartley
was nowhere to be seen.
The sergeant ran back a few paces,
to return breathless and red In the
face. "He's gone, the silly fool!" he
spluttered. "Must have taken the
wrong turn at the bend. Go back and
get him !"
But Hartley was not at the bend.
The sergeant joined Mark, Incredulous.
They scrambled up the bank and
scanned the level road. There was "no
pedestrian In sight.
"He's taken the wrong turn some
where," Insisted the sergeant. "Come
along with me! We've got to find
They began doubling back, shout
ing, until they reached the end of the
trench system. Still Hartley could not
."If he ain't on hand I'll be broke,"
the sergeant grumbled. "And I'll break
"I've No Doubt You Misunderstood
Me," Said Kellerman.
his head for him. You medical corps
chaps are like a bunch of babies. Ought
to have a nurse and baby carriage for
each of you."
Reluctantly he abandoned the search
and they rejoined the others. . The ser
geant, In an ugly mood, ordered them
sharply onward, but could not resist
casting occasional looks back to see if
the missing man was coming. How
ever, at last he resigned himself to
what seemed inevitable. The trench
widened into a deep, wide, parallel one
extending in zigzags to rijht ajid left
A large dugout, made shell-proof;
or, as nearly -as possible so, by
a roof of heavy beams, sandbags
and corrugated steel, bor,e the Red
Cross upon - the door. Inside' a num
ber of stretcher bearers were lounging.
The sergeant halted his men and
stepped Into a smaller dugout beside
It In a minute he came out and beck
oned to Mark to follow him. Mark
entered, to .find himself in the pres
ence! of the captain commanding the"
stretcher bearers' company, and Kel
lerman. He saluted and stood to at
tention, watchjng Kellerman's I eyes
wander over him appralslngly.
"Orderly, Where's the man who came
with you?" inquired the Captain
"He disappeared on the way up, sir,"
"What do you mean by disappeared?
Did you see him go back? Or was he
with you one minute and gone the
"I thought he was behind me, sir. I
didn't see him go, or know anything
The Captain, who had been holding
the receiver of his telephone, and evi
dently waiting for his connection, got
it. Mark heard him sending out a gen
eral notice of the absent man. He
gave his number, and the name "Har
ley." No doubt he had mistaken it as he
received it by telephone from the hos
pital that morning.
"You'll parade before me tomorrow
morning," said Captain Keyes to the
sergeant. "Till then you are under
The sergeant saluted. "Right turn J"
he said to Mark.
"Walt a minute," Interposed Keller
man. "I'd like to have a few words
with this man, Captain Keyes."
"By all means, sir," replied the Cap
He strolled, humming, to the door
of the dugout, leaving Kellerman and
"So you've enlisted under the name
Weston?" inquired Kellerman.
"That Is my name, sir."
"It was a shock to me yesterday,
Wallace. I never expected It. Your
disappearance stirred . Washington a
good deal. The war office would have
In spite of his loathing of the man,
Mark felt his heart begin to hammer
with hope. He looked at Kellerman
with pathos In his eyes; he could not
hide his feelings ; he was groping amid
the ruins of his world and trying to
"I've no doubt you misunderstood
me," said Kellerman. "My association
with the Kenson woman was a part of
my official duties the most distasteful
part, bufi one that had to be carried
out You and I were the victims of -an
acute piece of trickery. That fan was
"From your room, sir," said Mark.
"From my room," answered Keller
man. "And, no doubt, by the Kenson
woman's agent, that spy who called to
eee you at the war office the same
morning. Colonel Howard knows afl
about It. He means to stand by you.
He heard you had" enlisted, but he did
not know you were In the medical
corps, nor under an alias. He is at'
the base now, Wallace. When he comes
up next week I shall make it my busi
ness to see him about you."
"No, sir," gasped Mark. Kit doesn't
"It matters to me, if not to yourself,
Wallace. I cannot rid myself of the
sense of partial responsibility. And
as for what happened last night, you
took me off my guard. 11 be frank
with you. It was my duty to interest
the Kenson woman. I succeeded too
well. She followed me here. I couldn't
bring myself to denounce her. For
that I have placed my" own position
In Jeopardy. When you appeared I
did not know what to do or say."
"You found a course of action," an
swered Mark, torn between the desire
to return blow for blow and to do jus
tice to Kellerman, whose story left
him doubtful and wondering.
"Will you accept my frank apol
ogy?" asked Kellerman, extending his
Mark took it. "I will, Major Keller
man," he answered.
And he made his "way to the door of
the' dugout, with a feeling of warmth
In his heart such as he had not known
for many a month. He believed Kel
lerman and yet . . . but he fought
down his instinct and still believed
No word had come of any project of
attack on the morrow morning, in this
the sergeant's prediction had prbbably
proved false; yet the feeling in the air
of something impending seemed to
have communicated itself to the ene
A wiring party and a listening post
party were out from the American
trenches, and Mark was on duty with
three others of the stretcher bearers'
company, ready for a call.
A corporal was at the dugout door.
Stretcher bearers!" he whispered.
The four men were on their feet
Immediately, two stretchers ready.
"A man MnJetween the lineu," cald
tihtf corporal. nbii'Fe got to bring Mm
m. li can see mm irom w jtr
hole." ' , ; v
' Mark stepped upon the sentry s plat
form arid saw, Indistinct ia the dark
ness, a huddled form about half-way
to the German trenches.
- Then he heard Kellerman's voice at
"A man of the th got hit," he said.
Brlng him In, Weston. Make a quick
Job of it Corporal Balnes, you'll take
charge. You two will be ready to" take
out your stretcher in case anything
happens," he added to the two others.
The corporal led the way, crouching,
toward the gap in the wires. They
passed two lines, traversed a diagonal
lane, and emerged beyond the third
into the open. The body of the wo'und-
ed man, which had disappeared, came
into light, a black patch under the
"Get down !" whispered the corporal.
They flung themselves to the ground,
and proceeded to wriggle forward, un
der his directions, pushing the stretch
er as noiselessly as possible across
the rough ground. Suddenly the man
with Mark uttered an exclamation.
"What the devil's he sent us on this
job for?" he demanded truculently.
"Shut up, you fool I" whispered the
"That ain't the man. He's been
there these past three days. Dutch
man he Is; every listening post party
knows him. What's the good of bring
ing him- In? He ain't got no head to
"What you talking about?" snarled
the corporal. "That's the man the Ma-
Fought Amid a Hailstorm of Bullets.
Jor said, and there ain't no other in
sight. Tcht !"
They flattened themselves as a
rocket burst into the air above the
Then the machine guns burst forth.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat 1" sang the bullets over
head. They swished through the grass and
pattered on the ground. No answer
-came from the section of the Ameri
can line immediately behind the de
fenders, but on each side there came
answering volleys, making the air an
inferno of crackling death. Then,
gradually, the alarm subsided. The
rocket showers died down.
"Now, boys I" whispered the corpo
ral. They crawled onward. The huddled
form came Into clear view. The body
seemed to be already blending with
the earth, melting Into formlessness;
and there was no need to wonder
whether this was of a dead or wounded
The corporal swore.
"I told you so!" mumbled Mark's
companion. "I told you so. What's he
sent us here for, the fool?"
His words ended In a gurgle. From
behind the shelter of the corpse leaped
five men. Noiselessly they flung them
selves upon the party of three. Mark
felt a pistol at his temple.
"Surrender!" hissed a voice in his
In a flash he realized the -trap. The
three were unarmed, noncombatants ;
it was a counter-raid -and Kellerman
had known that the enemy were abroad
that night and suspected their rendez
vous. He saw his two companions being
dragged, unresisting, toward the Ger
man lines. Three men were with
them; besides his immediate antago
nist there was only one other figure
in the Immediate vicinity, and that ono
had half turned away.
And the thought of the Infernal trap
goaded Mark to madness. As his cap
tor, never suspecting resistance on his
part, let the muzzle of the pistol droop,
Mark drew back his hand and struck
upward with all his might
He felt the burn of the powder as
the discharged bullet sped "under his
chin, he heard the startled cry of the
Germans ; and then a furious outburst
of machine-gun fire came from the
trenches opposite. Two Very lights
went up, revealing the two struggling
men to the sentries on either side."
Mark saw a powerful man, a ser
geant, he thought, with close-cropped
yellow hair and the body of a Her
cules. The man dashed at him, strik
ing madly with his bare fists. The two
fought amid a hailstorm of bullets.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Pennsylvania's mineral resources
yielded an output valued at nearly
Sa.OOO.0O0LOOO last year. '
ALL LUMBERMEN KNOW
There is one man who is known to
every lumbetinan In; the country. He
is George Wi Hotchklss of Evanstoh,
111. The lumbermen ought to know
him by this time, Inasmuch as he is
the oldest living lumberman in point
of years in . the business. He was
born In 1 1831 in New Haven, Conn.
Therefore he is eighty-seven years
old and proud of It. He is the first
man in America to publish a lumber
Journal the Lumberman's Gazette,
somewhere in Michigan. In 1877 he
'came to Chicago and has been in busi
ness here ever since. He is now sec
retary emeritus of the Illinois Lum
ber and Material Dealers' association.
He goes to his work every day.
Mr. Hotchklss has other holds on
fame. He is one ef the" last of the
Forty-niners. He started for C'fornia
at seventeen. He went by &ea and
he was 154 days on the way.
Then he has an abundant mop of
e-" - j j "u"6' liiciii. nMi your hiiir d'liU
water, he says, and yon may have one like it at eighty-s v n.
His bodily activity Is another thing. Water is the of thl
bath following 15 minutes of exercise every morning on arising tKK
Mr. Hotchklss is, among other things, a reminder 0f the
growth of the city in which he has done business for more than 40
When he was born Chicago had a hundred or so inhabitants Thus i38"1
lifetime of one man still hearty and vigorous the frontier villa?
Fort Dearborn has grown to be the fourth city of the world-nrohahw i?!?
plan and will also finance it. The
American Library association will provide the text books. One million stu
dents, four million text books and several thousands of administrative teach
ers are items that indicate the size and scope of this vast project. Training
schools for trades and also professional schools will be established as the
need for them Is made known to the administrators abroad. Teachers and
instructors will be 'chosen from the rank? of the specialized men in the army.
FROM NEWSBOY TO GOVERNOR
From newsboy of the lower East
side of New York city to governor
elect of the Empire state is the record
of the onward march on the political
road of Alfred E. Smith. And it has
taken him only 45 years to do it.
"The only genuine Tammany man
who can get the anti-Tammany vote."
That was the opinion expressed in
Democratic circles in New Yorkjwhen
the Saratoga convention unanimously
chose him as its candidate, against
Governor Whitman. Apparently, the
opinion was correct. He has always
been a Tammany man and owes it
everything he lias had in the way of
political preferment And he beat
Mr. Smith has been prominent in
Democratic politics In New York for
about 15 years. He was "discovered"
in the old Fourth ward by "Big Tom"
Foley. He entered politics in 1903,
when he was first electpd tn tUp
sembly. After serving several terms he was chosen minority leader. He be
came speaker, and in his last term was majority leader.
Following his sevlce at Albany, Mr. Smith was elected slier iff of
York county by a plurality of -17,000. As sheriff he abolished useless positions.
He was the last Incumbent of that office on a fee basis of compensation.
In the last municipal election Mr. Smith was chosen president of the
board of aldermen, which position makes him acting mayor when Mr. Hylan
is absent from the city and which gives him three votes in the board oi
WHEN THE BOYS COME BACK
the same spirit or Araei lt
they have acquired while fighting for their country. A new race of me .
were, is coming back to America and they will want to be welcome' a
understanding dn our part of the seriousness of the business in n iQt
have been, engaged and an appreciation of the sacrifices they bve m
the country they love so well
j-V 'IMHirlMMM iimnni
OF THE SOLDIER
John Erskine, professor of English
at Columbia university, has been In
trusted by the Y. M. C. A. with the
task of establishing an educational
war project of tremendous size and of
far-reaching importance to the United
States. The purpose of this project
is primarily to offr opportunities of
education to our solders during over
seas service In order that they may'1
return home even better citizens than
they were when they left. Many
thousands of our soldiers will presum
ably do overseas duty for some time,
no matter whether peace or war con
ditions prevail in Europe.
The Y. M. C. A. sent Anson Phelps
Stokes abroad to make a survey of the
educational need of American sol
diers. ' The present plan was then
evolved to meet the conditions shown
by his report. The Y. M. C. A will
undertake the actual operation of the
Mrs. Mary Hatch Willard. chair
man of the executive committee
America's allied co-operatic coni
tee, has returned from Europe. -visited
the French and Italian fr
Mrs. Willard. who was decoiai
ir.j.m jiti Ii.r re it 1
i : .f win
lueaaiiie a nouut-ui . ,.t.
among the troops, spo
aks in emu
astic terms of the morale
American soldiers auroa
cer who had
; in the Cta-
She quoted a French
i.j TnoriVftn-: in U'c .
1-1 -U ctniT fO II- .
"The Americans are fine so
fearless and brave, and every o
them seems to be a hero." t
"We must prepare no.
Willard says, "to receive 01 : r
heroes. They will want soim,tdeS.
sides brass bands and great P
They will want to be "mch