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'bled. It shook under the footsteps
of thousands of men, rushing toward
each other in the fury of battle.
"If I am your prisoner," said the
Saxon, "where can you take me
when your men are-beaten?"
"They can't be beaten."
"Listen, then. We go out after the
fight, and if my men have won, you
are my prisoner. If yours have won,
I am your prisoner."
"If our side wins, you are my pris
oner," answered Edwardes. "Mean
while let the girl go !"
"But where can she go now?"
asked the Saxon.
Nowhere! The three must wait
there until the conflict ended. Ed
wardes was disarmed by the presence
of this girl who had stolen in to meet
her lover. He thought of Milly again
and he realized as never before the
sadness of the struggle. All per
sonal thoughts must be set aside.
"Throw down your revolver," he
The Saxon, with a shrug, obeyed.
They watched each other. Overhead
the sounds had lessened. Then they
ceased. The dull "boom of the can
non began again.
"We have taken your trenches,"
said the Canadian.
The Saxon smiled.
"March before me! Take the girl
on your arm. You will not be harmed.
They will let her go. You are for
tunate to have the hope of meeting
after the war."
"May I tell her?"
" Edwardes bowed his head slightly,
and. heard the German translate. The
girl looked at him incredulously for
a moment; then she flung her arms
about her lover's neck and embraced
him. She clasped her hands again
and looked imploringly at the Cana
dian. "It's all right,' 'said Edwardes. "I
have Ich have ein fraulein," he ex
plained clumsily, thinking of Milly.
The Saxon smiled at him. "You
understand, you are taking me to
freedom and yourself to imprison
ment?" he asked.
"Our men hold your trenches," an
swered Edwardes, in a tone that ad
mitted no denial. Yet, as the pair
preceded him along the sap, there
came into his hear the faintest fear
that the attack had been repelled.
But he only squared his shoulders
and crouched behind the two, and
followed them toward that gleam of
daylight that became slowly strong
er. Overhead sounded the cannon,
louder, more insistently.
They reached the entrance to the
sap. No one was visible. Dead men
and broken arms lay heaped in piles.
Edwardes raised himself and stared
about him. What had happened? Had
the trench been taken or were the
enemy still in possession?
He saw his own doubts on the
Saxon's face. The two looked at
each other silently. The girl was
standing a little distance away.
And it was thus, in their ignorance,
in their pathetic helplessness, that
their fate came toward them in the
form of the scattering shrapnel. Ed
wardes and the Saxon fell together.
With a last effort he raised himself
upon his arm and, staring at the un
injured girl, motioned imperatively
toward the distance.
And he fell back, seeing the Sax
on's uncomprehending eyes fixed on
his. The form of Milly hovered be
fore his gaze and vanished.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
(On Seeing a Four-Pound Pomeran
ian Attack a Motor Truck)
I love to see a millionth-horse power
Start in to chew a fierce truck-motor
I'd make the bays of Bonaparte loqk
If I had nerve and confidence like
Mr. Pleasant poses children in the
studio of a Cleveland photographer-