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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 25, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 20',
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tongues. In a moment the biplane
was -fiercely burning. Against the
glare of the flames the head and
crouching body of the German were
silhouetted like a fiend's. I saw him
touch his rudder, and the biplane
swopped towardearth. As it fell it
blazed up more fiercely. The entire
hinder part was now a glowing cin
der. JEach moment I expected to
see the Taube buckle and go swoop
ing earthward, to fall, an incinerated
He had a wonderful head, that Ger
man. In spite of the hell of flames
that surrounded him and raged above
him, he dived like a bird, alighting
with only the forepart of the machine
as gently as a bird alights, and
sprang gracefully to the ground.
There he awaited me with his fists
You see, he was armed only with a
Maxim, for he had never anticipated
this calamity, and he could not re
move his gun from the burning
wreckage at his side.
But he held up his hands reluctant
ly when I covered him with my pistol.
"Monsieur, there is no man in any
army to whom I would sooner sur
render than you," he Baid.
I marched him toward our distant
trenches. We had alighted in a bar
ren region between the lines, but
nearer our own forces.
"Courage, comrade," I said to him.
"I have sought to make you a prison
er for the sake of one who awaits
"Eh?" he inquired, looking at me
with sharp scrutiny.
"For the sake of your love, mon
sieur," I said.
Would you believe it? The girl
had watched the entire combat from
the half-ruined farmhouse in which
she lived. And at this precise mo
ment I saw her coming toward us
across the Hats. It was impossible to
mistake the gait of youth, the light
ness and joy that seemedto animate
She saw -us and broke into a run.
In a few moments she was at our,
"Embrace each other, then, my
children," I said softly. "Monsieur le
lieutenant, I trust you implicitly. I
am well aware that you will not
abuse my confidence."
The girl clung to him, but to my
dismay there was no love on her face
"Now will you pay me for that pair
of chickens you stole!" she screamed
at him, shaking him.
"But what does this mean?" I de
"He took two chickens from my
yard three weeks ago and promised
to come back and pay for them!"
cried the girl, a veritable virago.
I flung her a piece of silver. "There,
take that!" I said disgustedly.
"How the deuce could I come back
when the Frenchmen were in posses
sion?" grumbled the lieutenant, look
ing at the girl, nevertheless with
something of admiration.
"It's all one to me," she answered.
"What I have, I pay for. What any
one has from me, he pays for, too."
The prisoner and I went on in si
lence. Presently he turned to me
with a smile.
"What a wife she would make!" he
murmured. "I shall certainly remem
ber this place after the war. 0ne
does not often find a hausfrau of
such economical virtues."
And there you have, in a few
words, the difference between the
French, the German and the Bel
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
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