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The RedMirage A Story of the French Legion in Algiers By I. A. R.WYLIE (All rights reserved. The SYNOPSIS. 12 Sylvia Omney, her lover, Richard Far fluhur, finds, liaa fallen In love with Cap tain Arnaud of the Foreign Legion. In Captain Sower's room Farquhar forces Sower to have Preston's I O V'a re turned to him. Farquhar Is helped to his rooms by GSahrlelle Smith. Sower demands an apology. Refused, lie forces Farquhar 'to resign his bommission in return for posKuyslon of Farquhar's father's writ ten confession that he had murdered Sow er's father. Gabrlelle saves Farquhar from suicide. To shield Arnaud, Sylvia's fiance, Farquhar professes to lave stolen war plans and tells the real culprit why he did so. As Hicha'rd Nameless he joins the Foreign Legion and sees Sylvia, now Mme. Arnaud, meet Colonel Destlnn. Furquhar meola Sylvia anil Gabrlelle, and learns from Corporal Goetz of the col onel's cruelty. Arnaud becomes a drunk ard and opium smoker. Sylvia becomes friendly with Colonel Destlnn. Arnaud becomes jealous of Farquhar. Farquhar, on guard at a villa where a dance is in progress, is shot down by Arnaud. Ar naud justifies his Insanely jealous action to Colonel Destinn. Arnaud goes to a danc ing girl who loves him for comfort. Ga brlelle meets Lowe, for whom she had sacrificed position and reputation, and tells him she Is free from him. Sylvia meets Destlnn behind the mosque. ooooooooooooooooo A heartless wife sees her hus band going mad because she does not love him, but she re fuses to give him even a friend ly smile. She refuses to make amends even when she learns that he Is killing by torture the man she really loves. Is such a woman worth any man's affec tions? ooooooxx CHAPTER XII Continued. "What is It, Desire? Had we not better wait until another time?" "What I have to say is said quickly. A volunteer corps is being formed for Tonkin. I have offered for service. If I am accepted you will accompany me." "I refuse." "On what grounds?" "I simply cannot. You are absurd and melodramatic, Desire. I have given you my answer. Have you any thing more to say?" He got up quietly. "Nothing." She hesitated, then glanced at Gab rlelle Smith with a pretty expressive shrug of the shoulders, and passed calmly out of the room. But the little appeal had been ignored. Gabrlelle was watching the man standing mo tionless in the lamplight After a mo ment she came up to him and placed a cup ou the table near him. "Your tea, Captain Arnaud." He started nervously. "My tea oh, thank you. I had for gotten. You are very good a sort of administering and practical angel." He tried to laugh. "Des nothing ever up set you? I believe in the middle of an earthquake you wou! 1 still come up to ine and say in your quiet, hobgoblin sort of way, 'Your tea, Captain Ar naud,' and make me feel that earth quakes were the most trivial occur rences possible." "Tlicy are at least more frequent than the seismographs would have us suppose, Captain Arnaud." "What does that mean?" He turned his heavy lightless eyes to her nice. She met the interrogation quite calmly, her hands clasped in front of her with prim precision. "I mean that I know something of what has happened," she said. "For instance?" "I know what happened at the Villa Bemotto's." It was very silent in the shadowy room. Arnaud had not moved. But over his white, vice-marked features there quivered the first signal of re awakened consciousness. "How did you know?" he asked quietly. "I can't tell you. I guessed. Some thing you said made me understand that you hated Mr. Farquhar." "You know his name?" "I know him." "Well?" "I wag In the dark I am still. But I was almost sure of one thing. And it was I who warned the patrol." "You wanted to trap me?" "I wanted to save you both." He turned away from her then with a trembling gesture of incredulity. "You wanted to save me from what from murder? Was it worth while? Don't you know what I am? Ask my wife. She can tell you a drunkard, au opium-smoker, a dissolute " "A madman, Captain Arnaud." "How do you know that? I have been trying to hide it from everyone. But you are right I am mad ob sessed. They say some mad people suffer tortures from the knowledge of their madness. I am like that I know that I am mad, and I am in bell. I can see the days that are to come horrid misshapen horrors, crowding along the path and waiting to spring on me." He caught bold of her by the band, and his quiet, terrible voice dropped to whisper. "Today was a red-faced devil you know, like the one you saw that night I drugged myself so that I should Dot wake until It had gone But yon cannot cheat the devil with Bobba-Merrill Co.( opium. I went out on to the plateau. Farquhar was there. Poor Farquhar! My heart was sick for him. They had torn my bullet out of his shoulder, and he held himself like a man. I wanted to let him go, but I knew It was no good to try, so I sent him and a dozen others over the plateau at the double. You understand It was a mile or more, and he looked as though there wasu't a drop of blood in him. He fainted over the body of a comrade whom he had tried to help. I mar veled that he had gone so far. The sergeant ordered him up, but he did not move. He was unconscious. But that did not count; he had disobeyed orders. We are very severe with that sort of thing in the Legion. I had him strung up in the crapaudine. Do you know what that is, mademoiselle? We strap a man's wrists and ankles to gether behind his back and! leave him like that for a day or two, out of doors, with a quarter of an hour's interval here and there to break the monotony. It used to be a very favorite punish ment in the Legion. The good Gen eral Negrler abolished it, but now and again we revive it. I revived it Rich ard Farquhar is out there now, on the plateau, and perhaps he will not live to see the morning. And he saved me he saved " The terrible dry whis per ended suddenly. Arnaud put his hands to his head with a movement of pathetic helplessness. "Miss Smith I I am afraid I have been wandering talking nonsense. You you don't think I am altogether mad, do you?" 'No, no Captain Arnaud only worn out exhausted. Come, I want you to lie down on this sofa here, and I shall put the lights out. You must promise me to try and sleep. On your word of honor." "My word of honor? Oh, I don't think that's worth much nowadays. But 1 11 do anything you ask." "I only ask of you to sleep and for get," she answered. ' s tie noouea, yielding to her like a sick child, his eyes following her move ments with an humble gratitude. She "I'm Going to Act for You." arranged the pillows beneath his head, and he took her hand and kissed It dif fidently, apologetically. "I hope you don't mind. I expect if you knew what I was what I had done, you would shrink from me." "No, Captain Arnaud, if you were the devil himself I should not shrink from you." "I don't believe you would. You'd comfort him you'd tell L'n there was hope for him yet that he wasn't al together bad. My wife" He faltered, and her grasp on bis powerless hand grew firmer. "Your wife is very young, Captain Arnaud. One day soon she will un derstand as I do." "If that were true possible then I could sleep " His eyes closed. A weak tremulous sigh quivered at the corners of his mouth. Noiselessly she turned out the lights and left him. Sylvia Arnaud's room lay at the farther end of the corridor. Gabrlelle knocked and immediately entered. Her manner, from that of quiet good hu mor, had become alert and bard. Her eyes were very bright her mouth set In lines that for once betrayed no trace of humor. "Your husband is very ill, Madame Arnaud," she said. "He is on thi brink of a nervous breakdown per haps worse and only you can save him. I came to warn you " "You are very kin,d. Miss Smith." "This is not the time to exchange commonplaces. When be awakes you must go to him. Yon must tell him that you will accompany him to Ton kin. But you must act at once before it is too late." Sylvia Arnaud drew back, white anfl trembling, the first Indulgent good hu mor turned to an incredulous anger. "Miss Smith, are you forgetting " "That I am your paid companion? No. But it is in your or my power to make our status Into that of absolute equality this moment if you wish. Do you wish it?" Sylvia stared blankly at the stern white face of the woman confronting her. Her anger had burned out like straw, and she was now only fright ened and a little resentful. 'I I don't want to lose you, Miss Smith," she Btammered. "I know that you do not care for me; but in your strange way you have been friendly and I I am very alone. I have confi dence in you. I am prepared to over look the evening's outbreak." 'That's what you cannot and shall not do," was the grim answer. "You have driven your husband to the verge of madness, Madame Arnaud, and through madness to crime to the mur der of a man who surely was once dear to you." "Whom do you mean?" "Richard Farquhar." "I forbid you you are beside your self" Garblelle Interrupted the indignant protest with a quiet decision tinged with irony. "We are always beside ourselves when we tell the truth, Madame Ar naud. But fortunately I have not much more to say. Go to your husband tell him that Richard Farquhar never was and never could be his rival In your affections tell him whom it wag you went to meet in the grove that night" "I cannot what you ask is absurd." The gray, neat little figure came closer. "You are very lovely, Madame Ar naud," Gabrlelle Smith said very gen tly and almost reverently, "One under stands why men suffer so much and patiently for you. A man's life is in your power. Whatever he has done be loved you. He still looks up to you as a saint in heaven. Madame Arnaud, such loyalty is rare. You dare not kill it!" Sylvia laughed carelessly. "That all comes too late," she said. "You cannot plead to me for pity. And justice! What justice dare you claim for an outcast a cheat, a man whom all honest men shrink from or for a dissolute roue who has not shrunk from murder? They have earned their fate." Sylvia rose instinctively to her feet and they faced each other In the silence of unrelenting antagonism. The little gray-clad woman turned and went quietly toward the door. For the first time Sylvia's voice sounded breathless and anxious. "What are you going to do?" "I am going to act for you." The door closed. Sylvia Arnaud ran to it and, turning the key, set her back against it as though shutting out an unreasoned, nameless terror. CHAPTER XIII. Dreams, There were dreams on the great plateau unreal shapes which took their airy substance from the stars and from the white translucency of the Arabian night. Richard Farquhar saw them distinctly. In the first hours of twilight he had believed them the pig ments of his own pulsing, fever-driven brain. And he had rolled over, hiding his face against the hard soil, and had bitten his lips bloody. The melancholy hour between life and death was over, and slowly, with all the mysterious majesty of the East night led out her shining myriads from the darkness into the waiting solitudes. Only the sentinel of the hour Btood out as something living, a tall rigid shadow magnified by the silver ghostly light of the stars. The sentry had turned and became suddenly an immense shadow. The shadow bent over him and whispered: Are you awake, comrade?" "Yes, of course I am awake," he said. "How are you? Are you in great pain? Perhaps I could loosen the cord a little. Shall I try?" "No, you will get yourself Into trou ble. I am all right" ' "Mother of God! Your wrists are covered with blood. The devils! See, here is water. It will refresh you. You are a brave man. You have not cried out If you had cried out they would have gagged you. They gagged a countryman of mine out there in Madagascar, and In the morning he was dead. There, drink!" Farquhar turned his bead away. Hitherto he had not been conscious of pain; now he knew it had been there throughout, at the back of his con sciousness a white-hot searing of his muscles, a frightful crushing weight a band that seemed to hold him by the throat, choking the breath from him. "I cannot drink" He could not hear his own voice. He was not even sure that he had spoken at all. The shadow of the sentry seemed to envelop the whole earth, blotting out its own shape. But the whisper went on. It sounded so close to him that It seemed to have crept Into his very brain. XXXXXXX The soldiers are In deepest sympathy with Farquhar. If he should organize a revolt they would follow him. Will he do o, after this torture, or will he heed the stern Inner call of duty ana nonorf What would you j7 ' s (TO BE CONTINUED.) Venezuela's 1914 imports were ia ued d at $3,987,457. ' ' FOR LUNCHEON OR TEA THREE APPETIZING AND HEALTH. FUL CONFECTIONS. Apple Cake Made According to Direc tions Will Be Found Delicious Zwieback an Old Favorite For German Coffee Cake. Apple Cake. One and one-halt cakes yeast, one cupful milk, scalded and cooled, one tablespoonful sugar, three and one-half cupfuls sifted flour, one-fourth cupful butter, one-half cup ful sugar, two eggs, one-fourth tea spoonful salt and five apples. Dissolve yeast and ono tablespoon ful sugar in lukewarm milk, adj. one and one-half cupfuls flour to make a sponge, and beat until smooth. Cover and set aside in a warm place until light about three-quarters of an hour. Have sugar and butter well creamad, add to sponge. Than aid egga well beaten, rest of flour, or enough to make a soft doi:gu, and salt. Knead lightly. Place in well greased bowl. Cover and set aside to rise about two hours. Roll halt an inch thick. Place in two well greased, shallow pans. Brush with butter, Bprinklo with sugar. Cut apples in eighths and press into dough, sharp edge downward. Sprin kle with cinnamon. Cover and let rise about one-half hour. Bake twenty minutes. Keep coy- ered with pan first ten minutes, in or der that the apples may be thoroughly cooked. Zwieback. One cake yeast, one-halt cupful milk, scalded and cooled, two tablespoonfuls sugar, one-fourth cupful lard or butter, melted, two eggs, two and three-fourths cupfuls sifted flour and one-half teaspoonful salt. Dissolve yeast and sugar in luke warm milk. Add three-fourths cupful of our and beat thoroughly. Cover and set aside, in a moderately warm place, to rise for fifty minutes. Add lard or butter, eggs well beaten enough flour to make a dough about two cupfuls, and Bait Knead, shape into two roils one and one-half inches thick, and fifteen inches long. Pro tect from draft and let rise until light. which should be in about one and one half hours. Bake twelve minutes in a hot oven. When cool cut diagonally into one- half-inch Slices. Place on baking sheet and brown iu a moderate oven. German Coffee Cake. One and one. half cakes yeast, one cupful milk, scalded and cooled, one tablespoonful sugar, three cupfuls sifted flour, one- half cupful butter, one cupful sugar, one-eighth teaspoonful mace, one and one-half cupfuls mixed fruit citron, raisins, currants in equal parts one- fourth teaspoonful Bait and three eggs, Dissolve yeast and one tablespoon ful sugar in the lukewarm milk, add ono and one-half cupfuls of flour. Beat well. Cover and set aside, in a warm place, to rise an hour, or until light Add to this the butter and sugar creamed, the mace, the fruit which has been floured, the balance of the flour, or enough to make a good cake batter, the salt, and eggs well beaten. Beat for ten minutes. Pour into well buttered molds, fill ing them about half full, cover and let rise until molds are nearly full, then bake in a moderate oven. If made Into two cakes, they should bake forty- five minutes; ono large cake should bake one hour. Lemon Jelly Cake. Two cupfuls sugar, one-half cupful butter, creamed. Add ono cupful sweet milk, tnree cuptuis Hour, ono teaspoonful cream tartar, one-half tea spoonful scda and three eggs well beaton. Bake in five thin layers. Jelly for cake Grate rinds of two lemons, add Juice of lemons, one cup ful sugar, one beaten egg, one-half cup ful water, ono teaspoonful butter, one tablespoonful flour mixed with a little water. Boil till it thickens. Worth Trying. Keep foldod newspapers handy upon which to place soiled pots and pans, and save cleaning smutty marks from the table. If the stepladder slips, paste a piece of old rubber over each support; this will not only prevent a fall, but it will protect the floors. When a box of sardines is opened, it should be drained of its oil at once and the fish turned out. Banana Salad. One tart apple cut In cubes, four bananas sliced, one-half package dates cut small. Mix together. Dressing One pint cream, whipped. little salt, cayenne, yolk of one egg well beaten. Lemon juice to taste and two tableBpoonfuls sugar. Cocoanut Biscuits. Beat two eggs with one-half pound of confectioners' sugar, then stir one-half pound of ground cocoanut Mix together well and drop from tea- Bpoon on buttered pan. Bake ten min utes In a moderate oven. English Turkey Force Meat. Two ounces of lean ham or bacon one-iourtn pound suet, rind of ono- half lemon, one teaspoonful each of parsley and herbs, six ounces bread crumbs, two beaten eggs, salt, pepper, spice to taste. Fried Scallops. Scallops are most appetizing when fried. Rinse them In salt water, dry In a napkin and dredge In flour try In hot pork fat. Eggs and crumb ire not needed. AS WON DESERVED FAVOR American Cooks More and More Com ing to Recognize the Advantages of the Casserole. Why is this cooking en casserole, or In earthenware, so popular in France T Because in no other way is it possible to obtain such delicious flavors. There are three things to remember in casserole cooking: First, the food must be entirely prepared before the baking is begun; second, the oven should be only moderately hot at first, then reduced to slow heat; third, the food should not be allowed to boil and must be given time enough for long cooking. A meat casserole of any kind needs at least an hour and a half to cook, while many meats, fruit and desserts require from three hours upward. In the old French ovens covered crocks containing beans, or apples, or fruits, for the cooked compote so beloved by them, were put in the oven at night to cook slowly until the next morning. This was a part of the frugality, the putting to account every bit of meat, which is still the habit of all French housewives. For the best results, or I may say the most striking results, get a cheap cut of meat, which is not liable to be tender, and see what a transformation will be worked by the casserole cook ing. Cut the meat in pieces suitable for serving, and add some thickening agent which will abBorb the excess moisture, leaving the food JuBt moist enough to be served attractively. Rice is good with game, chicken, lamb and veal; dried bread crumbs with pork; macaroni and pearl barley with beef. Sometimes wlthrpung chicken or tender fish potatoes may be used, but never when long cook ing is required, for they cook to a mush. Pittsburgh Dispatch. USEFUL SHELF FOR KITCHEN Device Will Save Housewife Manv Steps In the Preparation of the Family's Dainty Meals. Only four boards, 8 Inches wide and 42 inches long, three boards, 8 inches wide and 24 inches long, and about a dozen screw hooks, are needed to make this handy and useful shelf. Just under the right of the shelf are small Bpice boxes, and just below this is placed a lid or pan rack. To the loft are screwed into the shelf board one or two rows of screw hooks for SHELF 4aww- spoons, cups and all small utensils. More screws may be placed in the back of the shelf boards. The hooks below are made of No. 9 wire bent in the shape of hooks, run through a hole bored in the bottom board and another hook bent this way can be used for pans with handles, skillets or other useful articles. I And this slielf to be very useful and it will save many stops. Mrs. W, B. Max woll, in Farm Progress. For Soiled Towels, A bag to hang in the bathroom or linen closet, for the reception of soiled towels is made of huckaback. There is an opening in ono front of the bag, bound with white cotton braid, through which the Boiled towels are thrust. The top of tho bag pulls up with tapes and the towelB are taken out through the top. The word "Tow els" is embroidered under the open ing. The whole bag is washable and simple as any soiled linen or clothes bag should be. This bag, made and ready to omboldor, costs CO cents. Chicken on Toast. Chop the plocc3 of cold chlckon meat into fino morsels. Make a thin white sauce, using the liquor in which tho chicken was cooked, and stir the morsels of meat into it. Now prepare thick pieces to toast, put the meat on It, pour over the gravy, and with a ring of cooked rice about the edge, serve at once, piping hot. Bread and Cheese. Slice bread one-half inch in thick ness. Butter dish, lay on slice of bread spread with butter, salt and paprika, cover with a layer of cheese cut thin. Repeat three times. Beat two eggs, add one pint of milk and pour over bread and bak3 half hour. Calf's Liver Salad. Take fried, broiled or baked calf's liver. Cut into neat-sized Btrlps; place those on a bed of lettuce or chlckory. Mask with mayonnaise dressing, strew over the top a few capers or a chopped pickle. Bonnet Frames for Vases. A discarded wire bonnet frame can be bent to any desired shape and fitted in tho mouth of a jardiniere or wide vase, forming juBt the support that certain long-Btemmed flowers need to keep in graceful positions. Bostonlan Sandwiches. Thin strips of cold bacon, mayon naise dressing, with little chopped pickle If desired. Put between one lice of white bread and one slice of a.o mew- l POT UP WACK. brown bread, WHEN LONDON FALLS GERMAN WRITER FORESEES TRI UMPHAL ENTRY. Von Hlndenburg Selected by This En thusiast to Lead the Kaiser's Troops Into the "Proudest City In the World." An anonymous German writer has produced an extraordinary work en titled "Hindenburg's March Into Lon don," says the London Times. The book is delighting the German popu lace. Some extracts from the last chapter of the book, in which the au thor describes the passage of the vast German army through the streets of the captured capital, follow: The triumphal entry had been pre ceded by a great battle in which the Germans had dispersed the last levies of "decadent England." At Croydon the field marshal passes troops in re view. "Comrades," ho crios, "we have the proudest city in the world in our hands." The subdued lights of the Imperial city are seen by the soldiers as they camp on the night before the tri umphal entry into the outer suburbs. The march across London bridge be gins at nine o'clock in the morning. Hlndenburg seated on his horso, with Count Zeppelin at his side, watches intently the first regiments as they swing past doing the goose step, as if they were on the parade ground at Berlin. The soldiers look curiously at the docks burning or smoldering from Zeppelin attacks. The goal of the troops is St. James' park. The Wellington and Charing Cross bridges had been demolished on the previous day by heavy German artil lery, and all the traffic, tramways, om nibuses, tradesmen's vans, cabs and motor cars are concentrated upon Lon don bridge. Thousands and thousands swarm on the tops of omnibuses In order to get a glimpse of Hlndenburg and the "Huns." The troops march through King William street to the "richest place in the world," that be tween the Mansion house, the Bank of England, the Stock exchange. Round the bank the troops saw an angry mob clamoring for money. The lord mayor of the day looks down upon the strange procession from the Guildhall balcony, unkempt and worried looking; members of the stock exchange are huddled togother, angry, but curious. Past 8t. Paul's, up Fleet street, along the Strand, through the Mall into Clubland, the conquerors march. Mournful clubmen peer out from their privileged positions In the club windows at the troops. Hlndenburg and some of the higher officers visit the houses of parliament, where, doubtless to Hindenburg's embarrass ment, they find a huge life size picture of the field marshal propped up on the historic woolsack. Big Ben, it seems, had been silent for many months, but on Hindenburg's Instruc tions he strikes the hours again on this historic night. Electrified Pants. Pants warmed by electricity 1b the latest war invention. It is described by its originators, an Innsbruck pro fesBor who is at present serving in the army, Max Beck by name, and the well-known Vienna professor of medi cine, Von Schrotter. BeBldos the comfort this garment would bo to men In tho trenches in winter, it is pointed out that electrical pants and, likewise, an electrical arm warmer, might bo prolltably used in airships and aoroplanes. It appoars from tho description given thut ex tremely supple but stilT electrical warming-wires are woven in with the stuff, which Is itself made especially with a view to insulation. The pants are put on like any other, and fed by cables at a distance of a hundred yards or more. Tho'wearer can himsolf connect and disconnect the heat conductor. The expense is l'd. to Id. an hour. The cost of manufacture Is estimated at from 3 6s. 8d. to 4 3s. 4d. Twenty Years on Job. Twenty years ago William Schoon was passing the homo of Mrs. Harry J. Langworthy, wife of a contractor, 308 Broad street, Staple ton. "You're Just tho man I want to see," she said, halting him. "I want you to repair a hand mirror for me." Schoon took the mirror to his shop and put it in a chest. The other afternoon he returned to the Langworthy home. "What brings you here?" she in quired. "Why, I haven't seen you In years." "Your hand mirror," he remarked, and handed it out simply marked, "25 cents." "Why, I forgot all about It,'' ejacu lated Mrs. Langworthy. "So did I," answered Schoon. New York World. Beer Glasses to Be 8terlllzed. Boilod beer glasses will be the only ones permitted In the saloons of Mont clalr, N. J., by an edict of the health department Of course, whisky glasses will come under the same rule. Up to the present the karkeepers have used only cold running water to clean glasses after use. The health department believes this treatment la not sufficient to destroy germs. The new code requires not only that the glasses shall be washed in boiling wa ter, but that they shall be rinsed In, cold water afterward. The same rule applies to glasses used at soda fountains. J