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BRIDE of BATTLE
A Romance of the American Army Fighting on the Battlefields of France By VICTOR ROUSSEAU ________^___________ _ 7Z*-' (Copyright, by W. O. Chapman.) CHAPTER XIII—Continued. •— 10 — Suddenly the Oernian uttered a chok ing cry and dropped, blood spurting from his throat, where a chance bullet had found 'him. As he fell, Mark pre cipitated himself upon him and lay flat on the ground. The firing died away. Captain Mark began to crawl back toward the parapet of his lines. A whispered chal lenge, an answer, and he had scaled the sandbags and descended Into the mud of the trench, to find the firing posts crowded and himself facing Kel lerman and the company captain. Inwardly boiling, he stood still. It was too dark to see the expression on | Kellerman's face, but he could Imagine the sneering grin that disfigured It. "Well 1" said Kellerman sharply. "The man you sent me to bring In was dead. He bad been there for days." • "Where are your companions?" de manded Kellerman. "Captured." • "And you?" "We were attacked In the dark* I . fought with my man until a bullet killed him. The others were taken." "And your stretcher?" asked Keller man with a bland sneer. "I left It between the lines. Do you wish me to go back for It, sir?" j "Thl8 man Is lying," said Kellerman to the Captain calmly. "He abandoned J his companions nnd ran away. He lost his stretcher. Put him under arrest." The Captain beckoned to the pla toon sergeant, who came forward. "I'd like to say one thing," said Mark, striving to keep his voice steady. "We three were sent out to bring In g dead man, who had been dead for dkys—a nyone here will bear me out In thlat Was any mun wounded tonight? There was only one body In this sec tion—" "Gut It out!" said the sergeant, lay ing his hand on Mark's shoulder. But Mark swung clear of him and turned and faced Kellerman again. "You sent me out tonight to put me out of the way!" he cried, losing all self-control. "For reasons that you know, and I know, you wanted me dead, and you were willing to send two others to their death also. You lied to me to put me off my guard, d you, you treacherous dog! And here's the blow you gave, back again!" He struck Kellerman a buffet that sent him reeling back against the par apet. CHAPTER XIV. The thiee officers who had brought In their verdict, nnd the- fourth, of high rank, who had passed the sen tence, stood rather stiffly at the door of the little headquarters village house, watching Mark as, with hands chained, he was marched away by two armed guards toward the jail. When he was out of sight they un bent. "D-n it I" said one. "My sentiments," answered another. "What do you think, McKinnon?" "I don't want to think about It." "If it had been some tough who lmd got roped Into the army—a gunman or thnt sort—but—" "Well, if the fellow's n gentleman, why did he do it? He must have known." "Aud, after all, he might have been respited for the blow, but the gross cow i.rdlce—" "I don't see that. The blow was worse than the cowardice. Jl new hand, between the lines at night, his first night—-Kellerman shouldn't have sent him—" "1 don't follow you there. Kellermun had known the man in the U. S. and wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself." At nightfall Mark was sitting in his cell. He had eaten, he had composed himself to meet his end according to the traditions of his caste and race; but he could not meet it calmly. He had deliberately flung everything away; he had let Kellerman goad him to madness; he was going to die without even the soldier's satis faction of duty honorably done. And he could not compose himself. Suddenly he heard the outer gate of the prison click; then came the sound of voices,' footsteps, a woman's swish ing skirts; Eleanor and Colonel How ard stood at the barred entrance with the guard. » Mark rose from bis bed and stood staring at them; he could hardly be lieve them real. The guard unlocked the door of the cell. Eleanor shrunk back against the corner of the ma sonry, her kerchief to her lip, her face chalky white. Suddenly she started forward. The Colonel whispered a word, she brushed him aside as if she had not heard him. Her arms sought Mark's neck and found it She pressed her lips to his. "Captain Mark! Dear Captain Mark!' she sobbed. A- (1, holding her closely to him, and fin-etti lg Howard's presence and ev t-i - ' nil- else, Mark found his peace. ■ onol Howard was trying to calm 1 o assuage her frantic grief. At ' : . uaded her to sit down. He took Mark by the arm as If he were u ! chlld, and placed him beside her. "Mark, my dear boy—Mark, I heard of It only five minutes ago," he said. I "I had to spend the night here, and j Eleanor had got leave to meet me. I've Just learned the outlines of It I'm trying to get the General. Yes, yes, I know he refused this morning, but he j didn't know. I'm only going to ask for a respite till I can see him personally, It will come out all right. Now tell me, Mark, what happened? How did Kellerman meet you? Why did you strike hlm? I don't ask about the charge of cowardice, because that Isn't worth speaking about I'll settle thnt with the General—I haven't for gotten Santiago. But about that blow. Mark—how did It all happen? Tell me exactly, so that I—" It was unlike the old Colonel to gabble so fast. Perhaps he was afraid of breaking down. "Can tell the General. Now begin, Mark. Tell me from the beginning." But Mark did not open his Ups. And before Colonel Howard could resume Eleanor had sprung up and faced Mark eagerly. "Now, Captain Mark, listen I If you've never listened to- me before, listen now!" she cried. "I know you aren't going to tell the Colonel. It's like you, Captain Mark. You're stub born. You have a stupid, wicked streak of stubbornness In you that al ways makes you pretend things, and always prevents you from letting the world see what a dear, good, splendid man you are. I know you through nnd through, though you've never known I did. You've ruined your life by your silly silences. You seem to like to be misunderstood. You like things to go wrong with you, so that you can suffer undeservingly. But It isn't he rolcal of you, Captain Mark. It's stub born and wrong, and, where others are concerned. It's criminal. Where others are concerned—others who love you, Captain Mark!" She spoke with intense pnsslon, but, when she ended, site put her nrms I "Now Capt Mark, Listen." quietly about his neck. "Tell the Colo nel, Captain, Mark, because of me," she said. , "There's nothing to tell, my dear," said Mark, groping for the words that would not come. "I struck him be cause he—" And he could say nothing. Of Kel lerman's blow outside the inn, of his false offer of friendship, of the treach ery that had risked three lives that Mark might die on a false errand— nothing! And, If he had been able to speak, he could not have told. Yet he Was Ignorant of the inhibitory process that now, as always, held him in silence. But Eleanor clung to him. "Yes, Captain Mark. Because he—■" "He sent three of us out to rescue a wounded man unnecessnrlly," said Mark lamely. He saw a spasm pass over Howard's face. This was worse than Howard could have believed. The Colonel was shaken; his faith was strong, but he was one of those who accept the obvi ous. "Listen, Captain Mark!" said Elea nor, speaking ns if to a baby. "That isn't what you wanted to say. You had no thought of criticizing your superior officer, even If you thought him wrong. That isn't what you meant Perhaps he'll tell me, father I Stand back a lit tle. Now, whisper it. Captain Mark I" But in the shelter of Eleanor's arms Mark felt altogether at peace. What did it matter, ali this of long ago? "Are you going to marry Kellerman, Eleanor?" he asked. Very softly, in the obscurity, he felt her shake her head. And the action had precisely the opposite effect of i what Eleanor had Intended. __ For nothing mattered any more, noth lng at all. He couldn't find excuses— Mark Wallace had never excused hlm self In his life. Eleanor drew herself out of his arms nnd looked at him. He looked from her face to the Colonel's. Why were they worrying him? How could he hope to save his life by going Into the obscure details and explanations that they required of him? And what a long rigmarole, begin ning back In the war department ! Mark could not string a case together; his mind was not constructed in that fashion. Eleanor laid her hand on his arm. "Captuln Mark—don't you see that every moment Is torture to us?" she asked. There was a terrible Intensity in her tone, as If she were holding herself rigidly in. restraint, for fear that she would fall should she yield to her emo tion. "I struck him," stammered Mark. "I told you why. I thought he was wrong to risk those lives—I—" The look upon each face seemed to be frozen there ; it was as If their lives and not Mark's, hung upon his words. Suddenly a shriek pierced the sky, cutting off Mark's speech, and a shell burst somewhere by with a shattering detonation, followed by the dull boom of a distant gun. The Colonel started, and then resumed his gaze. It seemed to Mark as if that was an eternity of torture. He struggled In his mind desperately to flpd words to say when the noise subsided. But there came a stunning sound that seemed to split his ear-drums. He fell forward, and felt as if some one had lifted him; looked out into dark ness, sought Eleanor and knew noth ing. CHAPTER XV. When he slowly grew conscious It was with the glad realization that he had found her. He felt her hands, supple and warm, binding a bandage round his arm. Ho opened.his eyes to see her face bent over his. And It was dawn. Vague cries rang in his ears, distant cries, blending, surging, swelling and dying down, but never ceasing. The rattle of small-arms was continuous, and punctuated by the loud timbre of guns. He was lying amid a heap of debris that had been the village Jail. Not far away he saw the Colonel sitting with eyes closed, propped up against the fragments of a wall, a blood-stained bandage round his head. "O thank God !" cried Eleanor. "You have been unconscious so long, Captain Mark! And the Colonel is badly hurt. I saw the Red Cross wag on pass and cried, but they could not hear me." All round them the guns were boom ing, all round them they saw khaki clad Americans swarming over the fields, and yet the village seemed de serted. They were alone in a little oasis of calm amid the tumult. "What are we to do?" cried the girl. "Can you walk? Try to stand on your feet. Let me help you. We must get the Colonel somewhere." The question on Mark's lips died away as there came the howl of a heavy shell, followed by a stunning Im pact. A column of broken bricks spout ed Into the air at the end of the street, dissolving into a cloud of dust. An in terval, and again there came a missile from the monster gun. A house In the next street went down like cardboard. It was the threatened attack on the American lines. The enemy was In force somewhere across the fields, the reserves were rushing up to repel them. Mark staggered to his feet and found that he could stand. His arm ached under the bandage, but It was not broken. Probably a splinter had struck him. He made his way toward the Colonel, who eyed him vacantly as he approached. "Take Eleanor to safety and leave me, Mark," he said, In a choking voice. "TU take you both, sir. This can't last long. Our men will be in the vil lage in a few minutes. Or an ambu lance will pass." Mark put his hands beneath the Colo nel's arms and tried to lift him. i to him thnt the reason win | cans «lid not enter the -- « .....- vu un, mm. As the Colonel tried to stand he col- ! lapsed forward in Mark's arms. He looked at Mark piteously. "Take her and leave me,-" he whis pered. "And listen to me, Mark. She cares for you. All will come right, if I con keep my worthless carcass alive until I've seen the General. But I never counted on being done up like this." There were tears in the old man's eyes. tered, and fell Into unconsciousness." Mark set him down against the wall j agaln. It was impossible to move him, oven with Eleanor's help. Mark looked at Eleanor. "It's safest —oi uiciuiur. it s safest here," he said. "The village will be occupied soon Help will come-" He broke off abruptly as another of the heavy shells dropped nearer, send lng the brick fragments flying i n «11 di rections. Of a sudden It had occurred It wns a death-trap; its ranges were all mapped nnd plotted, nnd the Ger man) were bent on its systematic de struction. Mark stood by Eleanor in irresolu tion, cursing his fate. He did not know what to do. He could not leave her; and yet he felt a burning impulse to play some part in affairs. His eye, trained by long years of practice, took in the tactical situation 'at a glance. The Germans must have made a prodi gious thrust In the night, bursting through the center; the reserves, still rushing over the fields, were trying to fill and hold the gap. And the little Headquarters village was the key to the whole battlefield. Wounded men came streaming down the street, followed by the merciless shells. The aeroplane above was still circling like a hawk; it seemed in credible that no aeroplane attacked It. And It was quite clear to Mnrk that only treachery, calculated and long planned, could have brought about the situation. For the Germans must have ad vanced four miles since nightfall. "Help will come—•" Mark repented ; nnd suddenly, even above the drumfire, he could hear the sounds of cheering. And, topping the ridge that ran before the village, there came a sw'nrm of gray-green figures, thrusting back the thin, scattered line that held It. The bullets were whirring overhead, ' audi ble, and like a swarm of bees. Clouds of dust rose up and hid the battle. Eleanor, clutehing Mark's arm, stood tense beside him; Mark saw that she understood, and the two held their breath as the dust clouds eddied along the ridge. Suddenly they dissolved, and the at tacking swarm poured like a great flood into the village. It looked as if all were lost. But an instant later Mark saw a lit tle company of Americans thrust out a Maxim gun from behind a wall, where they had hidden it. The gunner took his seat, and, just as the ranks were closing in on him, swept the street from side to side. The ranks recoiled and fell, body piling on body. Then, as a . torrent forces its way through the Ice-crust of a river, the attackers over whelmed the Maxim section and swept into the streets. And, ns torrent meets torrent, with a surge and a rush a body of American troops swept forward to meet them. The battle was all about them. Every house was a fortress, every mound of bricks a rallying point. Mark raised the half-conscious^ Colonel in his arms and drew him into the shelter of a lit tle hollow in the brick wall. He beck oned to Eleanor to crouch down beside him. There they were safe from flying bullets, and might hope to pass unno ticed. He still hesitated, when a body of Germans rushed, shouting, past him, upon a troop of Americans who came round a shattered corner, Jed by a young officer carrying a bloody sword. It was quick and short bayonet work. Mark saw the blades flash, heard the panting gasps of the thrusters and the moans of the wounded. He Saw the young officer stagger and fall, a bayo net through his shoulder. The sword fell from his hand. Before the German could withdraw his weapon Mark had snatched up the sword and, with a mighty blow, cloven the German's arm from his body. (TO BE CONTINUED.) EAGLE ALWAYS AN EMBLEM From Mythological Times the Monarch of the Air Has Been Chosen as Representative of Power. In mythology the eagle usually ren / h T The grent mythical eagle of India, the Garuda, Is the Ä gbd Vishnu, victorious brlghtness over all demons. In Scandinavian mythology the eagle Is a gloomy figure, assumed by demons of darkness or by Odin himself, con Rwp^f l f gl ° omy nIght or ,n wind swept clouds. The storm giant Hras weigr sits in the form of an eagle at the extremity of heaven and blows blaste over all people and on the great tree Yggdrasil sits an eagle ZefvZ w7s r ^eparW t fo aP M n8, When Zeus the Titans *° r , h s . stru Sß le with thunderbolt „L? 8 6 br ° ught him a hi-a whereupon the god took the bird for his emblem.Tt naturally became the emblem of nations X r Its long use in mythology. Ptolemv Han r m " d H e U thC 6mblem of the Ä turn kingdom. In the Roman story , J ag e was the hernld to Tarqulnus ttL h ™ r ? y . al POWer ' and u was one of publican™w^aLi" 818 " 1 " ° f the re * u«».ury alter the tim« , magne. 6 t me of Ch arle A Good Laugh. A «„„«j , thing .TaÄv'? qu,te the snm * you mav hnv^LÎ""^ ° rr " si ™nlly another. ,|T to IDAHO BUDGET Bootleggers are getting $5 a pint for inferior whisky nt Pocatello, and doing a thriving business, it Ih said. The proceeds for the Boise Red Cross salvage shop for the first two weeks of December amounted to $<1». The schools at Colllster were closed week when several new enses of Influenza developed, one of the teach ers being stricken. Automobiles in Idaho number 7513 more for 1D1» than for 1!»17, the total number being 32,281 for this year ac cording to figures in the office of the state highway engineer. Thirty cases of influenza are re ported lit the state penitentiary, which Is suffering from the epidemic In spite of a strict quarantine which has been maintained for seme lime. Lori ne Price of Parma was acci dentally killed while duck hunting when he discharged ids own shotgun, the charge blowing the top of his hend off and killing him instantly. A. L. Miller, of Fairfield, last week received word from the adjutant gen eral that iiis son, Elmer Miller, had been killed in action October 10. Mr. Miller is the first father of Camus county to lose a son on the battlefield. Ed Davis, Ed Smith and Blackie Jordon, who escaped front jail at Burley after overpowering the keeper and dangerously heating one of the prisoners, who had testified against them, were recaptured a short time after they escaped. After two months' worry over not hearing from his son, Corporal C.-E. Ileed, a former Boise High school boy, who enlisted front Ontario, .1, A. Reed received a letter stating he was all right except for a machine gun bullet in the hand. Women of the state are making progress with regard to filling elective offices, results of the last election show—thirty-five out of the forty-one county superintendents .being women, and twenty-one out of the" forty-one ounty treasurers. According to a government report on Fort Hull lands, the Indians ôn that reservation last year had under culti vation 5085 acres, most of which was irrigated from a government irrigation system which furnishes irrigation water for the Indians. Boise basin, thirty miles north or Boise, is credited with a total output of gold aggregating .$500,000,000. Boise is tlie outlet of this basin. At varying distances, but within 100 miles of the city, are ore resources in gold, silver, copper, lead and zinc. The city council of Buhl has under consideration plans whereby the city would he supplied with water from Antelope springs, twenty-four miles south of Buhl. The only outlay would lie for installation of a pipe line, as gravity pressure would force the wa ter through the line. If the direct primary law does not deserve to be abolished, it should nt least be revised to guarantee the right of political identity to the re spective political parties, the majority of members of the next legislature seem to agree, according to a poll made by the Boise Statesman. Twin Falls county lias the greatest number of automobiles, judging from its collection of $03,1)33.47 for licenses, the largest amount of any county. Ada county Is next with collections of $55,485.43, and Canyon county third witli $38,828.10. Boundary county col lected $2240, the lowest amount. At the meeting of the Western Re tail Lumbermen's association to be held at Boise, February 20 to 22, rep resentatives will attend from Wash ington, Montana, California, Utah, Oregon, Nevudu, Colorado, Wyoming, Arizona and Idaho. Speakers of na tional reputation will be present from as far east as Philadelphia. Ten per cent of tjie state's share frot|i_this year's collections of $144, 11H5.37 auto license was apportioned to tlie sinking fund for payment of in terest ami principal of the $200,000 state highway bond issue and tlie re mainder, less cost of automobile reg istrations, or about $200,000 during the biennium, was available for use In maintenance of state highways. The "Americanization" of foreigners in Idaho may become compulsory if a certain measure to lie drafted and pre sented to the coming legislature Is fa vorably acted on by the lawmakers. I lie framing of such a measure will be one of the principal features of a meeting of city and county superin tendents of schools to be held In Boise December 27 and 28. Boise is probably the only city in ie United .States where homes nnd buildings are heated by natural hot «ater, or which supports an indoor swimming resort, the Natatorlum, of mu-Ii large proportions where the lint water supply Is natural. Perhaps it 's the only city |„ the world that ■ Prinkles Its streets with natural hot ■ n a i Cl ' POmes from artesian «ills 4(H) feet deep. Miss Augusta .Schoonover, a promt •'"""K woman of Caldwell, died ... u ' r ,lou ' e Sunday morning of tn iluenzu. Mm,'!,??' 1 .. Worbo,s was taken from • aln Home to Boise and placed in ' A la county jail to answer a charge i ..1er 'm"* 1,11,1 " eglectlng 'o register I'M- \v' e . se ecUve uct May 18, Worbois is 2i) years of age. J," s |°"»ne'ler. taken as the stand ''<1* Idaho town, nnd figuring a sW '". |,er 11 ls averted that $5!t I ,„.." mi ll,us, ' ''an he heated for • ' ' u *" r «itli coni stoves; for $IP for " IMl 11 hot uIr furnace, and nucr' im '' '"'' lr for n >'ot water fur dwellln " r| r beat for the sat uuelllng would cost $318. To All Our Friend«: A Glorious Christmas BOYD PARK 'OUNDfDjflfta MAKERS OF JEWELRY I AIM (Tb rtr ... LLI '* SALr LAKE CITY K6 MAIN STRUT BARGAINS IN USED~CARS um * ranninc condition -easy ,■ ,y c l*u ■jlbi pirlies. Writ« l„, deuücj In, *'1"!" k ik»n, U.ed Car Depi.. *" J '•««ty RamUll-Dodd Auto Co., „„ Uk , ^ THAT GOOD OLD RAH. FENCE Anolent and Honorable and Onv.„L ent Institution That Held Hon •red Place on the Farm. Among the once necessaries nt t„_ H fe that reflected prodigality |„ J use of valuable timber was the 1 Datch 6nC I lk bSerV< S ,l " < ' olu,nb a* W«! patch. Like many mher almost by got.es "f rural life, its p| m . e ln f , m wastefulness now Is well established and yef it had its uses f„ r wh ,J present straight line wire fencing «in not qualify. s The old rail fence's serrated stretches were tlie llf snia|| an| _ mai life that now arc rapidly disap penring. Around its timbers there 11.0 «»cultivated blackberry, with In sister, the. raspberry, mol among it. recesses there thrived the elder »-hm, fruit once was <-ov,.„„| pie • niatwi , | and whose blossoms were the f 0U nda tlon for elderberry wine that matron, served of n winter evening when tie neighbors gathered. Tlie rail fence, witli Its Invariable undergrowth, was the favorite protêt tlon for Bob White In winter, and from Its top he sang In the warmer seasons. Beneath, the little ground squirrel burrowed. From safe re tient he el.uttered if some intruder came near to annoy him ns he ku busily engaged In gathering his store of food for the snow time. To the harvest hand it afforded pi» tecflon nt the end of the long rmrfw a tirief respite nnd its corners forsd shaded nooks under which tlie water Jug might he kept. And from what royal timber tills old fence constructed! Bint walnut logs, chestnut logs and tin smooth lengths of tlie ash trees«.: «■left hy numerous rail splitters hr the "seven high" fence that stood the storms of decades. There wns ngaj j a black walnut rail «linse timhrr j would make the manufacturer if jb i stocks chortle with satisfaction hi j be such a present supply of wood his command. NAMES IN ASIA'S GOLDEN '/hat Genghis Khan. De*troy»r, si I Tamerlane, Upbuilder, Accom plished in Samarkand. Whenever one Is shown a rain kJ Samarkand, the native cxptaluM "Genghis Khan destroyed It." If 1 1 monument stilt wears some vestige d I IlS former grandeur "Tamerlane(01J rd it." Everywhere Is carried iW| from generation to generation men»l ries of Genghis Khan, the destroyftl and Tamerlane, the upbuilder. #>] to Tniiiei'lutio. who feigned st the Md I of the fourteenth century, that SjMcJ kend owes Its most bouutlful H'®| nient». Elsie F. Weil writes io Magazine. With ids exploits he I spired the Imagination of counlMl poets of us many nations, Incliiwa Christopher Marlowe, for he *"!| great sovereign and organiier«' as a mighty coiifpieror. When Tin lime returned to Iiis capital after*■ qtilshlng most of Asia he Was / mined to make it tlie loveliest dy the world. To I'ersln. Mesop 1 India and China lu; sent for the• celebrated artisans, orderinl here to create their nwst* 1 Byzantine, Persian and Aram* ences in art were all melted into«« feet harmony—green» a* 11 ' Ml lowing Into each other lllte^| nnd the sky—n vast and chorus of beauty. •» _____ —— Chrysanthemum Bnck in the sixteen« I**.Jj reign of Emperor first poem written t0 h (1 s||J mum, or kiku. but nose mythology diced above ail mlicrs. was called tlie knkn, 1 ru the goddess Kuba H'am-J* feast was first kept b> ■- 1 f kami in 1«11. And stj follow the empress i ire dens on the ninth W month, liiiuirlcally »P 1 ' VB || ently watch the *' 1 '[ T1,S< ' ^ on slender stems beneath coverings. __ "Nemesis" Nemesis was a goddessj divine retribution. ^ he from n Greek verb menu ^ . dlstrlbut«*, dispense. In ngy Nemesis was a 4 fying allotment, or ihe < tion to every man of *'* s |ji of fortune, good and h«' ■ special function to see J proportion of individu» I' preserved, nnd that , came too prosper«)«* ° r ■ uplifted by Ids prosper» reduced or punished.