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POLK COUNTY NEWS, TRYONN. C. 4 ! : '. f i lmth and Smartnes 8 V 5 it'll- 3 V. V V V V w V V V 1 A Romance of the American Army -Fitfhtina-on the Battlefields of France By VICTOR ROUSSEAU BATTLE . 4. of ill p 5 .1' 1 t 1 - hi - i i (Copyright, by.w. G. Chapman.) CHAPTER XV Continued. 11 , , And tlth .the blow all .bis etrenffth TCtnrned, all his energy and zest for kittle. He forgot everything. Waving the sword, he hurled himself Into the attacking ranks. They gave, and with a. dicer the defenders swept on into the main street, Mark leading them. now ne' rough t tha. day he never l33nr: long "afterward he would see YisSms of it in sleep, and battle pic tans that forever' eluded his waking consciousness. Round the little vll ftn unexpected places, hideous death top caught the unwary and venture some, sometimes a street was filled yRh a jostling mob, too packed to use their steel, tearing at one another with fiste and teeth. There was no order, toe command fell to him who Weston," heanswered." And suddenly he remembered Elea nor, and, ashamed and humiliated, and yet strangely elevated, he. began to push his way back through the crowd. 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 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 felt suddenly sick, he trembled, and with his last reserves of strength he staggered forward. i Then he saw Colonel Howard with in the orifice in the wall, and Eleanor kneeling beside him, holding a water- uotue to nis lips, She turned, saw him, and ran to him, folded her arms about his neck and pressed her Hps to his. Swept on Into the Main Street, Mark Leading Them. jlase. the key to the day's .fortunes, the j&iEe&bed and flowed. Company after ; company came up on either side. Now (advancing; now driven back, the Amer j leans fought from street to street and Stack again.' Machine guns opened fire jM&rf l Through all thatnightmare (Mar fought at the head of his com Jpaaqr, looking like a madman, as they fac&ief Mm afterward. When he came to himself at last he found himself. wjwoanded, save for his bleeding arm. j"8 which the bandage had long since autn, and in command of a battalion. - had driven the Germans from 1 3fce last house of the village. The de i aay had) saved the day. The reserves Sad come pouring in. On the ridge be ttoeJ fise enemy was marshaling for a iJadLcounter-attack. k looked about him. Lieutenants, liaptalns. who should have commanded raeipaiiies, mingled .with privates and !cras. were following, as if hypno iSfcad. this middle-aged private with the crass on his arm. As Mark looked jMa. "tearf swelled with the conscious irosa and pride of leadership. And, at lance, a roar went up that was wt up from man to man and sent tadwing into the distance, Asa Mark was swept away with un jcnaQtrerable enthusiasm. It was his eoj. the day of which every soldier dreams. , "Come along, boys! Break them :H?r he shouted, and ran forward. With one resounding cheer the lines i swept after him. A ripple of machine j Bos fire caught them, but could not tlsJd them. Over the fallen they ijwessed on, cries of triumph upon their fiey the faces, set above the gleaming ifcajonets, animated by a single pur :aMe... And now they were upon them. Mark fought in the bloody swirl, aaades thrust at him, bullets tore his ftaitered uniform. Once he was down, amd he saw a giant rush at him with mm:u rme. tie raised his arm, he Uricd to driven with his sword, lunged mxd. missed. Then the uplifted rifle Scfl harmlessly beside him, and the Sant fell forward, dead, over him, pin MiBg him io the ground, and covering Mm with his blood. A bayonet thrust 2kkI passed clean through his body. And. looking up bewildered, Mark wnght he saw Hartley's face look aato his own. JZext moment Mark was on h'is feet acaia, and Hartley had vanished. But slready the lasf. tussle was over. The -ernans broke td fled. Mark stood fill, gasping. The men re crowdint all about him, waving their helmets on bayonet points, cheer .C him, shaking his hand. Across the eld two mounted men were siding. They came up lo the ridge, anf. one, a rate-haired old officer, leaped to the crasnd and wrung Mark's hand. -uuM-uur country's thanks to air be cried. "What Is your name?" ark looked and saw the General's upon the officer's shoulder- CHAPTER XVI. 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 clinging to him, at his side, her hand drawn thrpugh his arm. The contrast between the two men was extraor dinary. Kellerman looked as If he had Just stepped into his uniform: his gloved hands, his adjusted belt, the creases in his tunic were those of the fashion-plate. Looking at Mark, he sawU 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 I" 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 time in my life. I liked you. Major Kellerman. I trusted you and I bf lteved in you. When you told me that you were working to get Captain Wal lace his recognition I was glad, and proud of. you both, and happy. What did you dor' "What did he do?" cried Kellerman furiously. "Why should you believe evil things of me, because he said them" "He never spoke one word against you i" "When the decision has already been made by an impartial court, anxious to clear a soldier's character. If that were possible?" "Because I have a woman's instinct Major Kellerman." u-nougn of this," Interposed Mark. wnat are you doing here, 6lr?" IT ... ne snapped the last word out in Irony so bitter that Kellerman winced "So you've cheated the firing party, Private Weston!" he said, with his habitual sneer. "O, call me Mark while you're about it," answered Wallace. "Or please re member that I am no longer under your command, nor a soldier in the American army. Technically I am a dead man, Major Kellerman, and 'dead men " "Tell no tales, eh?" resDonded KpI. lerman savagely. "Well, here we stand man to man, and the conditions war rant plain speaking. It is not my busi- uess to piace you under arrest. But, if x ao so, you are aware that your life win oe worth about five minutes' rmr. chase. So go, Mr. Weston, or Wallace, or whatever you call yourself now. Go if Miss' Eleanor here says the one word that will set you free. Go and In this confusion you will have a rea sonable chance to escape, with those ready wits of yours." "The one word?" Eleanor easned. "The one word 'yes'," responded Kel fthat has come to him has ctne from you. And It tells me, too, that your power has ended. 'Nq Is my answer." "And yours, Mr. Weston?" asked Kellerman, looking at Mark. 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 on the Dattlefield of Santiago. He was a fugitive from justice. He was the notorious Hampton." Mark uttered a cry. He sprang to ward Kellerman, but Kellerman dealt him a blow t that sent him stumbling among the bricks. "That's a He, Kellerman!" said Colo nel Howard quietly. The old Colonel's eyes were wide open. He laid his hands laboriously upon the edge of the brick wall and, with a great effort, raised himself to his feet. "That's a Me," he repeated. "It-!sno lie, Colonel Howard. You told the whole story to Captain Wal lace In the hospital tent Never mind how I know. I know." "You damned, dirty spy !" said the old Colonel. "A confession," answered Kellerman blandly. "Your words were strong ones, Colonel Howard. Deny them if you can. You said, 4A thousand years or neii wouldn't atone for that crime You said 'it was calculated, cold Diooded deliberation You said. The T&otooel, attempting'-to make the pas 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!" CHAPTER XVII. Hartley sat up on the stretcher and fixed nis eyes on Howard's face. It was evident that ha was desperately wounded. One of the orderlies kneeled beside him and held him. TJils 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 the stricken man; she placed her arms about him and drew his head down upon her shoulder, looking plteously Into the weary eyes. Hampton raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Unjustly accused," repeated the General.. "Major Kellerman, stand to attention, sir! You shall be heard later. ; : pin 1 in mm t I &k ft mi 4 1 - Some people are stepping, out of midwinter coats and turning their backs on -cold weather to, journey South, and others are just stepping into them bound for the joys of winter sports in the frozen North. These are the firm believers (in the tonic of the cold who have learned how to enjoy arctic weather. Then there are all ings of black hang ders, In ci i . ill n viwn i hangs s,rieht ao" I Vithri, v . cane collnr nf k- uuasi match. The big collTaft up about thp r,0,i. Ar " a"" "-vn In Irs the rest of us who intend to keep He was the victim of the Sys- warm and aspire to look smart, what- a specialty of luring young officers Into gambling dens, winning large sums from them, and thus leading them nnum pas p. niint nBnint,n u, i.uwru uisgrace ana fo auauiuicil I daa th nrnvan VTa mna n w i i .1 f. f , v. u. tw aa w nave oeeu nangeo as soon as we captured Santiago. tem, which was even then laying its ever icF blasts may blow our way. We plans In Washington. He was the vie- rf use to De shut in by the weather tim of a woman named Morghelm and require of midwinter coats Hilda Morsheim, whose. activities were warmth and smartness. And the de- well known, thoughwe could then do m&nd is answered with coats and oth nothlng to counteract them. She made er garments of fur and of textiles that ness ered until 'iily lerman. "I will never become your wife. Mn. jor Kellerman." So you told me the other dav. nffr leading me to suppose that it was your intention," answered Kellerman easily. "Stop, Mr. Weston, if you nlensp. nnH 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 dismiss'al, Eleanor. But here we three stand under the naked heaven, like ants on a hill. All artificial dis tinctions have fallen away. I've loved you for many months, Eleanor, and I vvunt to marry you. That's the bald truth of it. In order to persuade you, I am willing to let this gentleman es capeto facilitate his escape, even to maKe our marriage dependent on my success. That's fair, isn't it? And, what have you against me? Is it my fault that he was court-martlaVid nd sentenced to tfeath for striking an of . The man's effrontery took l-'ark's breath away. "My answer," responded Eleanor steadily, u no And even if you could send him to his death it would still be no. Because he himself would wish that But you can't harm him. Some thing convinces me that all the harm' i was born rotten. He sold his country to pay his gambling debts And. you caiiea. mm by the worst name one man can call another. That was whv von tried to persuade Mark Wallace not to adopt Hampton's child. Like father. iiKe oaugnter. He swung round upon Eleanor, and for the first time seemed to lose his seif-coHtrol. That's who you are!" he cried. "The cmid of a wretched traitor, who worked in the war department with Colonel Howard and me, a man without honor! entangled with a wretched woman spy. wno sold our secrets. And that man your adopted father, whom you love ano 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." fcieanpr staggered toward rh Pniw nei, ner arms raised imtlorinirlv nn m - ... " w cnea m a choking voice: "Say It's: untrue! Only say that IPs 1. . ... T W - uuirue r "It's a damned He." said the Colnnpi but there was not the least convn in nisvoice. "Tell me the truth ! tTi.l x . . ... xi a true, tnen it's more or less irue, said Howard wearily. irue i" shouted Mark. "Ro. member, Colonel, the mail's fflff hart been practically blown away. How do Knw that It was Hampton who was with the child? It might have ueen another. We don't know for sure, and we can't know. Tve never believed it. I wouldn't ever dare to let mvPif 1 II .. ueueve lu You found his papers " said Keller man. Nobody answered him. Eleanor went up to Mark and raised her white face to nis. 'Tell me what you think. f!n- ir..i. . " - ' , ' Laiu murK, sne pleaded. A J . - - auu ouce more Mark was mute. . Kh read his face as If by inches. Sn turned toward Kellerman. "Now will you go r she asked. . Kellerman 'saluted her with mnoir formality. T11 go." he said, "but he's spent his chance, and a spy's " The ambulance bearers armefiftvi nf the entrance to the recess. They bor a tretcher. Propped up in it, swathed in a bloody elbut of bandae-os w Hartley. them. It tortoise-shell i e eves dtn U cant shine and warmth . ." uuu nnk: "7, Luan the skirt - V,nu "u.noru" isthenjjw1 l"6"1 ittUWt makes the ofcJ 1 1S uue oi those thick, sofi, cloths that are as protecting urious as a chamois skin, btf and softer than this. It is in ri taupe color with wide cane M i i . taupe-iynx tur and match deep It is bordered at thtJ with this fur. The collar nik J VtM W are as warm and rich as furs. All over the country fur garments of one kind or another are the mode. These earliest coverings of the body remain the most desired and rich skins "She had a confederate who w are rich skins, however mnrio Vt I rrVhl vlnl t il 1 ffLv a. wk V t ar aePartment- y " e ine msPlratln of furriers, ed up about the head and toil !? y , f UDited effrtS' Here i9 a coat made of leopard skins find refuse in ample slit n3 failed tn mnlfo trait with uat , , ... " . aiUic pwiea a - vjayium ...v.. miuuiamuie uaiurai mare- Deit is made of the vplnnr j Luuiuasseu uis ruin. How they did so I need not describe now. The facts are of record; tt 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. Tfiey broke his wife's heart ; she died. They made his name one of execration. Still they were not satisfied. Witn devilish in genuity they sought to cover their .tracks by making it appear that Hamp- For Undercoat or Southern! Vxi K .. 'svJfK k mm HvXSf v..' sSf Xm "The Child of a Wretched Traitor." ton was still carrying on his tmrto ettn A epy's daughter 8ellS government secrets. You see wny, uoionel?" he continued, turning to Howard. "Because they themselves were continuing their vile work, and the new leakages had tn ho Jftf - - "wuuitu Kellerman, ghastly whlta io "There he Is!" he cried. nninHnr ki against the-brick walli ho hand in triumph. "I knew he'd come bling nerusly in his tunic pocket this way, He's here, sir!" he rHerf 'l suppose, sir. that 1A I , ,. . . V UVVUO some one outside the orifice Ihe stretcher bearers set down thoii- burden on a ledge of the wall Tnt the little place. strode the General. His appearance there exeivisprf ; o paralyzing Effect upon them all. Kel erman was the first to recover his self. possession. He saluted stffflv t J ' xUia tuuu, ne said, pointing to Mark, is the prisoner who was to have ueen executed this morning." The General, without a word, strode toward Mark and clasped him by the hand. Kellerman gulped and moved toward the entrance for the last time. The General turned. ' "Halt, sir I" he commanded. "Colonel Howard, will you have the goodness to go to theman on thewhy, I beg your pardon. Colonel I Not badly hurt V "NotWfc anuch, -sir;" answered the trier l " uegan. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Old Siberian City. One orthe princiDal l rr-i.-.-. .. uuw i aodoisk. tne COmmerrlol Many demands are made of the lat est sweaters they must be cozy and pretty and they must not be bulky, to start with. They must be in line with the styles and at the same time if they are to be successful they must have attractive variations and original touches to give them distinction. Sweaters, as a part of the wardrobe, are as much a matter of course as shoes and stockings and variety is the spice that flavors them. The last arrival in slip-over sweat ers has mhde its entrance on fashion's stage, and its portrait appeals to us for consideration in the picture above. This young aspirant for favor can hardly fail. It Is closely knit and cozy snug fitting and easv-to cet nn. crepe georgette or of any 01 i cottons that are u or. thpv are women ueuiusc .,toiisJ .... rrha three knitted . , ho fmntof tW in wnue, ariun i- - g er fit in well with these M there is a short. thp front anu b is defined with a narro J n j which seems v.-ry oio sleeves are. 'inese . ; convenient garment w suit or top i vuiuuiei umi cenrer or i t the vast province of Tobolsk which . is dalnty- ne can imagine it extends over an ren nt raSnwk' m any of the flower-like, lively colors which are approved for spring or in the vivid "sweater tones" nf rninr nr along the (iult ot - n $ really a warm ,jBd more or j- i.. .i,,, bv hand stitch over an area of 500,000 square miles, a large Dortlon nf xcMnu 6ver is practically uninhabited. The most prominent building in the city 13 the Kremlin, built In imitation of the Ztl J11 In Mos. This struc ture was erected by Swedish prisoner WwrJ?ptared y Peter the Great at the battle of Poltava in 1709. . Found. -t hI!sed PuUman portw A5l tf0Uaa tne secrct ais bertt Andjie took a flask from under ia. Passenger! plllow.-Cartoon.. tine, in tne beige and gray shades if any one denies herself the privilege of colors that are bright. For, in sweat ers, young and old alike may indulge a fancy for live colors. The pretty sweater above" owes some of its charming effect to the fine lingerie blouse worn under Jt. The blouse is of batiste with frills of lace at the front, and its frilled turned-back collar simply froths over on the bright hued sweater, making the freshest and daintiest of vestees und nec&flnlsh lags. The blouse might be of net or r.A Blouse r . m Th. tendency to elonf J . , ,.nfll H - of the diou.s m like a small apron i esting style uerai part is a curious notion but one tremendously popu'a r-atP' sent- the r' Lr Catln vorite m WW4 its velvets support - mi riv 1 i Jr. .
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