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The Red Mirage A Story of the French Legion in Algiers By I. A. R. WYLIE 8YN0P8I3. 15 Sylvia Omney, her lover, Richard Far quliar, finds, haa fallen In love with Cap tain Arnaud of the Foreign Legion. In Captain Sower's room Farquhar forces Bower to have Preston's I O U' re turned to him. Farquhar In helped to hie room by Oabrlelle Smith. Sower demands an apology. Refused, he forces Farquhar to resign his commission In return for possession of Farquhar's father's writ ten confession that he had murdered Sow er's father. Gubrlelle saves Farquhar from suicide. To shield Arnaud, Sylvia's fiance, Farquhar professes to have stolen war plans and tells the real culprit why he did bo. As Richard Nameless he joins the Foreign Legion and sees Sylvia, now Mme. Arnaud, meet Colonel Destlnn. Farquhar mets Sylvia and 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 Destlnn. 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. Ar naud becomes 111 but Sylvia will not help him, nor interfere for Farquhar, Ga brlelle, aiding Farquhar, who Is under Sunlshment, Is mistaken by him in his ellrlum for Sylvia. Farquhar delivers a message to Destlnn at night and finds Sylvia with him. He learns that It was Oabrlelle who aided him. There are women who appear able to fool all men with their wiles, but they can't fool smart women. Sylvia made men mis erable wherever she went made them throw their lives away recklessly. But the dawn of a day of reckoning Is begin ning for her, and a woman of her own sort is the Instrument. CHAPTER XIV Continued. "Faithful friend!" He caught her band roughly from the bridle. "There Is something In all this I don't under stand. Have I been mad or dream ing?" "Dreaming, Elchard." "Oh, I remember 'the men who fol low mirages die.' That was the night when she came to give me 'God speed,' and It was for that man who came to me that night on the plateau who saved me? Was It you?" "Yes." "And everything all you said was He, a charitable farce?" "It was the truth." He did not speak for a moment. He bent lower In the saddle, as though to penetrate the twilight that hid her from him. And suddenly It was her band that sought his and held It. "I am sorry!" she said. "I did not mean to hurt you." "I have to thank you," he answered unevenly. Then gently he freed himself and, pulling his horse round In the middle of the road, galloped back In the di rection of the barracks. CHAPTER XV. Mrs. Farquhar. "And so we part company?" "I think It better, Mme. Arnaud." Sylvia looked up from her book. It was "East Lynue," and the condition of the cover suggested assiduous read ing. "I dare say you ore right," she said lazily. "All the same, I don't quite un derstand you, iVfi Smith. You saved me in rather an awkward dilemma the other night. And now you want to leave me." Gabrlelle Bmiled. "If I was of any assistance to you, It was for reasons that had nothing to do with you personally." "Sylvia fidgeted Irritably. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Madame Arnaud, you are pretend ing. You want to pretend that the lives that you have linked to yours have really nothing to do with you that you are not responsible, that you ore just a beautiful, Innocent woman sitting among your dreams on a moun tain top far above the turmoil of or dinary mankind. And you want me to pretend with you. But I really can't. As you said I know too much. I'm discomfort." The liberty curtains dividing the open door from the courtyard were pushed aside and Sylvia's English maid made her discreet appearance. "If you please, madame, a lady wishes to see you Mrs. Farquhar, from England." There followed a brief, poignant si lence, Sylvia Arnaud's hand tightened convulsively on the bonbonniere, and she looked at Gabrlelle with the help less appeal of a child. who suddenly realizes that it has lost Itself in a crowd of strangers. "Tell Mrs. Farquhar that I I am" Bnt Mrs. Farquhar was already in the room. She stood for a moment on the threshold, smiling at them both, with the delighted consciousness of having successfully performed the part of an agreeable surprise packet Her appearance undoubtedly heightened the desired effect She wore a white dress and a white toque. Moreover, she was profusely powdered, and looked, if possible, younger and more (All rights reserved. The Bobbs-MerrUl Co.) daringly self-assured than ever. For a minute, during which she hesitated, her bright eyes rested rather earnestly on Gabrlelle Smith, who, bowing for mally, went out into the courtyard with a grim amusement written on her small, sunburnt face. Whereupon Mrs, Farquhar advanced and kissed Sylvia on both cheeks. "My dear Sylvia my dear little Syl via now I am sure I am the last per son on earth you expected an old woman traveling In a savage country full of foreigners! It's almost inde cent, isn't it?" Sylvia smiled faintly, like someone awakened from a stupor. "Oh, I don't know. Won't you sit down? I certainly didn't expect any English person In this dreadful place. If one can live in England " She broke oil suddenly. "What made you leave?" "You see, I hare been rather lonely. Since Richard left" "Ah, yes, of course." Sylvia sat down with her back to the sunlight, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "You must miss him very much." "Oh, terribly. But that's our fate to have to get on without people we have suffered for. You, for instance. I'm sure sometimes you feel sad a little homesick" "Often." Sylvia looked np eagerly. "We are alike, rather. We under stand each other." Mrs. Farquhar was silent a moment considering the white- faced woman opposite her with bright, affectionate eyes. "And so you are sometimes lonely? If it were not for Captain Arnaud I should pity you, Syl via." "Yes, of course, if it were not for Desire" She stopped, as though seeking for words, and slowly, beneath the persistent gaze of the blue eyes, the last trace of color died from her cheeks. The hand that passed Mrs. Farquhar's cup across the table shook. "I am sorry but the life out here makes one so nervy and jerky." "Yes, I can imagine that," Mrs. Far quhar agreed seriously. "I had hoped to find Captain Arnaud here. I was so charmed with him, you know, and wished Richard and he had been more friendly. Poor Bichard!" Sylvia's hand tightened on the carved arm of her chair. She made a movement as though on the edge of an impulsive speech, then drew back, white lipped and silent. Mrs. Farquhar bent for ward and patted her on the knee. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I know how delicate and sensitive you are, child. But you must never worry about Rich ard. He writes me such wonderful letters, and In each one of them he talks about you, how good you are, how much nobler and better you are than other women. Really it Is quite touching" She stopped short. Syl via Arnaud had risen to her feet. She stood prfectly upright for a moment staring In front of her with blank eyes, and then suddenly she lifted her hands to her head. "It's the heat the awful sun shine" She collapsed, senseless, at Mrs. Far quhar's feet. Mrs. Farquhar got up. She looked down nt the motionless figure but did not touch it. She rang the little ori ental bell lying In the midst of the English silver. "Your mistress has fainted," she said coolly to the panic-stricken serv ant who answered the summons. "I think a little sal volatile is all that Is needed. I leave her, I am sure, in good hands." She smiled graciously and went out into the sunny court yard. Gabrlelle Smith, who stood by the fountain, trimming the luxuriant ferns, turned as she heard the light, quick tap of Mrs. Farquhar's French heels. Mrs. Farquhar held out her hand. "I have to thank you for your let ter," she said. "There isn't any need for thanks. I hesitated for twenty-four awful hours. But I felt I had to do something. Once I had seen your name and address on that envelope I dared not keep si lence." "I shall never be able to repay my debt. I hurried here as fast as ex press trains nnd wretched French packet boats could carry me. I want ed to reach Sldi-bel-Abbes before you left. You have given up your situa tion?" "Yes." "Will you come to me?" Gabrlelle Smith did not answer for a moment. Her eyes rested steadfast ly, significantly, on the faded, pow dered face. , "I think better not, Mrs. Farquhar. You know nothing about me not even whether I am respectable " "You are the woman who has given me the hope that I may see my son again before I die. That Is all I care about! I am an old woman, Miss Smith, and what lies before me Is al most beyond my powers. I need you my son needs you. Will you think of that?" "Yes," Gabrlelle answered simply. "Then I rely upon you. Here Is my card. Come to see me as soon as you can. We must act at once. Will you accompany me to my carriage?" As Gabrlelle helped her silently Into the waiting victoria Mrs. Farquhar turned for a moment to glance behind her. Her face, which had suddenly grown old and lined with grief, lit up with a flash of malicious enjoyment. "When we women go to the devil we go all the way," she said. "We outdo Lucifer himself we make hell a comparatively respectable abode. And men can't pay us out can't get at us. Only our own sex know how to do that. I know how to do it. I have actually made Sylvia Arnaud faint." She sank back among the cushions with a sigh of relief. "And that will be my consolation on my deathbed," she finished, almost cheer fully. CHAPTER XVI. In the Teeth of the Storm. During the first night of that great march southward they had sung lus tily. Now they were silent. No man spoke even to his neighbor. From time to time they exchanged glances lightning, stealthy glances, which passed unnoticed. But that was all. It was the only sign that they were still men. The last village lay behind them. Two hundred miles awny there was Sidi-bel-Abbes. In those two hundred miles there had been many things and eight days! Eight days! They had ceased to count. The milestones had disappeared. Their memories were blank. Mechanically as each dis tance of ten kilometers was forced be hind them they dropped stupidly into the burning sand and five minutes later mechanically rose and went on again. At night their white camps stretched like a string of pearls Into the darkness, and the bivouac fires shone brightly, but they did not sleep. They sat, huddled together for shelter against the blasting cold of the des ert night, and stared in front of them, or at one another. Before the dawn broke they marched on again. Their eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot with the sand and the glare of the sun. But they neither cursed nor com plained. Only from time to time they glanced at one another, and always with that smoldering, searching inter rogation, "Is it yet?" The day was cloudless. Since dawn no shadow had crossed the brazen monotony of withered azure. Yet there was darkness in the air as though light had burned up light itself, and the great ball of the sun had sunk behind a yellow, transparent veil of smolder ing, scorching ruin. Suddenly to the southeast the darkness gathered; the formless gloom hovering above the slow-moving line swept together in one, stupendous shadow which rushed down upon them. Colonel DeBtlnn gal loped furiously along the wavering, stricken line of men. "Campez! campez! Each man for himself!" . Then It was upon them. The sun was blotted out. The sand was every where. It came like a blast out of hell's furnace and crept into their eyes, their mouths, their lungs, their very hearts. It eddied round their feet, mounting steadily to their knees, and around them there shrieked the hurri cane itself, an awful army of articu late, destroying myriads. In that first moment Farquhar reeled forward, Instinctively fighting the gall ing storm with the fierce physical mad ness of a body goaded by intolerable torture, then he dropped quietly to his knees and waited for the end. He heard the scream of a horse In terror, and a thud as of something falling close beside him, but he remained in different Stubbornly, doggedly, he awaited the final consummation of his release. Then something touched him. He awoke with a curse of resentful agony. A hand had groped through the dark ness. It gripped him, and he dragged himself to his feet, lifting the heavy, Invisible body with him. The sand beat down upon them. He turned his back to the storm. He stamped the shifting, whirling mass under his feet, and with a woman's generous tender ness sheltered the motionless unknown man against As shoulders. No word was spoken. Eternities of suffering, In which each moment was the last, bore down upon him. There was no time in that hideous, revolving" obscur ity all the landmarks of life had been swept away, and he was pitted against the full force of death itself. He dropped back. With an effort he gath ered the unconscious man closer, keep ing his face uppermost Then he lay still, wondering If this were death. , , . Has the time come for a rec ognition of kinship between Richard and one of hit enemies Colonel Destlnn, or Captain Arnaud? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Optlmlstlo Thought The jealous feed on jealousy, yet never grow fat STIMULATED BY WAR INVENTORS DO BEST WORK DUR ING) CLASH OF ARMS. Valua of Antl-Typhold Inoculation First Apparent During Brltlsh-Boer Conflict Water Wireless lm portant Discovery. War is at best a dismal, wasteful business. Yet there Is one thing about It. It stimulates the brains of Inven tors, and chemlstB and scientists In all the countries involved are working at high pressure. Some are busy about purely mili tary inventions, some to evolve sub stitutes for materials of Industry, of which the import has suddenly ceased, others again are working for the bene fit of the sick and wounded. It was the Boer war which taught us the value of antityphoid inoculation. Nowadays, not only soldiers, but trav elers and explorers and all those who may have to risk drinking impure wa ter go in for this inoculation, which in the long run will probably put an end to the ravages of one of mankind's worst enemies. The present war has already seen at least three Important new medical In ventions, the most valuable of which 1b undoubtedly the new Berum called Coagulen. Coagulen is the invention of the great Swiss surgeon, Professor Kocher. It is in the form of a powder, which, before use, is mixed with water. Ap plied to a wound, it almost instantly coagulates the blood and stops the bleeding, whether external or Internal. It shortens surgical operations and makes them less dangerous. The French medical headquarters speak most highly of coagulen. It will, no doubt, come into general use in all sur gical operations. Professor Frauher, an Austrian doc tor, has discovered a preventive against typhus. It is a mixture con taining anisol, which almost instantly destroys the hitherto invulnerable in sect which transmits the Infection of spotted typhus. The odd thing about the discovery is that it came by chance. The pro fessor's assistant was told to use anise oil in the mixture which was being pre jared. Instead he put In anisol. A third invention which will be al most as useful In peace as in war is a method for taking almost instanta neous X-ray photographs. Hitherto an exposure of many minutes has been necessary for X-ray photos. The Bearchlight has hardly been Im proved since 1886, when the first per feet parabolic mirror was produced. The chief disadvantage of the search light has been that it could not be used in a ship that bad not an electric Installation. This has now been changed. A new searchlight has been evolved in which a mixture of acetylene and oxygen Is burnt and the flame played on a small pellet of cerla, which emits an amaz ingly powerful light. The outfit is quite light and portable and can be carried and used by two men. It will be most valuable both on sea and land. Water wireless is another product of this tremendous struggle, which will probably In tho future save thousands of human lives from collision at sea. At present it is being used for the de tection of submarines; in the future passenger vessels will find it invalu able in times of fog. The French have a new air bomb which, when it bursts, produces cold so intense that the aviator who first used them in November last has placed It on record that he distinctly felt the chill at a height of 800 feet. It is suggested that a modification of these bombs will prove extremely useful in flre.fightlng, and will enable firemen to get to close quarters with the intense flame pro duced by the burning of oil wells. Hub of Three Nations. An Alpine point of curious Interest just now, as the meeting place of two hostile nations and an anxiously ob servant neutral, is the DreUprachen- spitze (9,328 feet) near the Stelvio pass. As the name implies, this height is the spot where not only three na tions Switzerland, Italy and Austria meet, but three languages German, Italian and the Latin of eastern Switzerland. Two similarly named peaks in the Alps have loBt political significance, since the Hapsburgs now own, in the one case, all three countries, in the other, two of the three the Drelherrenspitze, Junction of Tyrol, Salzburg and Goerz, and the Dreilaenderspitze, junction of Tyrol, the Voralberg and Switzerland. Lon don Chronicle. Progress From Napoleon. Napoleon's famous saying was that "an army travels on Its belly," which was to say that it had to depend on Its food supply, and could not with safety move faster than Its commis sary department. The Galician cam paign has demonstrated .hat in mod ern warfare an army advances on Its ammunition supply. It may have food in plenty, bu. without an enor mous supply of ;helh and shrapnel and smaller ammunition it cannot make progress against a well-armed enemy. Chance for Investment "It's remarkable how many things can be bought nowadays on the in stallment plan," said the city boarder. "Ain't it, though?" assented Silas Plumberry. "The last time I was up to the city a feller offered to sell me th biggest skyscraper In town fijr $100 down and f 10 a month." DISEASE WILL FOLLOW WAR Certain That It Must Be Year Be fore Travelers Can Tour Europe . In Comfort War's terrors will not be over In Eu rope with the ceasing of the cannon's roar. A more deadly foe disease will stalk the ravaged lands after the cessation of hostilities and It behooves the traveler to think of this before planning his trips abroad. The miles of trenches In northern France and Belgium will be the breed ing places of germs. Every battlefield Is already a pest region. The debris of thousands of ruined towns In west ern Europe, unfortunate Poland and Servla are making hotbeds of pesti lence. It will take months to purify the water of streams supplying these regions before disease can be Btamped out. The great war hospitals are being equipped to battle with the coming Bcourges and the staffs of ail are being enlarged with doctors and nurses from every land to fight the conflict that is to follow the dawn of peace. Typhus and cholera, the two most dreaded of epidemic diseases, it Is predicted by eminent Burgeons and bacteriologists, will ravage Austria this summer and undoubtedly reach Its near neighbor and ally, Germany. Thirty thousand cases of typhus have already been reported in Servla. In one town alone, it is said, a hundred patients are dying dally of the dread affliction. Smallpox and scarlet fever are present in Borne communities and cholera is expected with Warmer weaher. According to cabled dispatches ev ery community on the main lines of travel is in the clutches of typhus. Smallpox is also prevalent In Turkey and Palestine. Thus there remains but little territory in Europe immune from the threatened danger. The star vation and privation that will inevita bly follow the war will menace Eu rope's health for an Indefinite period. It will be years before the traveler can tour Europe as he did 12 months ago, without lurking fear of sickness. Kathleen Hills In Leslie's Weekly. Trieste In History. As a business city, Trieste, now looming so large in the publia eye, since Italy declared war, is tremen dously successful, and therefore large ly modern. Its harbor facilities are the best that modern technic can de vise, and many millions of dollars have been expended in carrying their un dertaking to conclusion. In 1910 near ly 12,000 vessels, representing a total of about 4,200,000 tonnage, entered and cleared at the Trieste harbor. The population numbers 229,475, of whom about 170,000 are of Italian descent. The new part of the city nas been built largely upon land reclaimed from the sea; Its streets are broad and straight and its buildings are substan tial and modern In architecture. Ter- gerfte (Trieste), the Roman coloniza tion of this coaatland, was probably established under the reign of Ves pasian. After the decay of Rome, Trieste experienced a checkered course for centuries. It was captured by Venice in 1203. Its people strug gled with the Venetian conquerors for the next 180 years, and Anally, In 1382, they placed themselves under the pro tection of Leopold III of Austria. Lady French's Canteens. Lady French is at the head of the canteens which are being operated in England for the benefit of the muni tion workers. The need for such can teons is caused by the munition fac tories taking on such a large number of workers that often It is Impossible for these extra hands to get living ac commodations within a reasonable dis tance of the factory. In some towns where the manufac ture of munitions Is being rushed to the utmost capacity of the factory there are no restaurants. In others the facilities for supplying meals is far below the demand. So the women of England, under the leadership of Lady French, have undertaken to sup ply the need, to do for the munition worker what the Army Service corps has done for the men in the field. Good food, freshly cooked and well served, is supplied to munition work ers at a minimum cost, which means that the workers pay for all they get, but not enough for the canteens to make a profit. Peer 'Becomes a Mechanic. Lord Norbury is one of the latest amateur recruits to the ranks of war workers. Tomorrow he begins em ployment as a fitter in a Surrey aero plane factory, working from six o'clock in the morning until seven o'clock at night at the regulation pay of 7d. (four teen centB) an hour. Lord Norbury, who will take his meals with the other workmen, and will be on the same footing in all re spects, is fifty-two years old and he has chosen this way of doing his bit because he Is above the age limit, but feels strongly that everyone should do what he can to help the country. He has a good knowledge of Internal com bustion engine Lady Norbury. who is a cousin of Lord Howard de Walden, will begin work at a soldiers' canteen at Euston the same time that her husband commences as a fitter. Lon don Globe. How Did He Dodge ThatT Designing Widow Speaking of co nundrums, can you tell me why the letter "d" is like the marriage serv ice? Slowboy I'm no good at conun drums. Why? Widow Because "we" can't be "wed" without It Boston Transcript HISTORY MADE BY THE INDIAN Real Life Story of the Red Man Hat Not Been Properly Set Forth by White Writers. It has been pointed out more than once that if one could but "get at the facts" of the history of the Indian tribes It would be of Interest to com pare these with what is related as the fortune of most civilized nations. It is only In tradition that the history of the Indian lives, and only one ver sion of the story is ever heard. Some times this Is so true to nature that no room for doubt can be found. Such is the following chapter from the annals of the Beavers, a Canadian tribe: One day a young chief shot his ar row through a dog belonging to an other brave. Tho brave revenged the death of his dog, and instantly a hun dred bows were drawn. Before night had fallen some eighty lay dead around the camp, the pine woods rang with the lamentations of the women; the tribe had lost its bravest men. There was a temporary truce. The friends of the chief whose arrow had killed the dog yet numbered some sixty people, and it was agreed that they should separate from the tribe and seek their fortune in the vast wilder ness lying to the south. In the night they began their march, Sullenly their brethren saw them de part, never to return. They went their way to the shores of the Lesser Slave lake, toward the great plains which were said to'be far southward, by the banks of the swift-rolling Sas katchewan. The tribe of the Beavers never saw this exiled band again, but a hundred years later a Beaver Indian, who fol lowed the fortunes of a white fur hunter, found himself In one of the fortB of the Saskatchewan! Strange Indians were camped about the pal isades; they were members of the great Blackfoot tribe, whose hunting grounds lay south of the Saskatche wan. Among them were a few braves ' who, when they conversed, spoke a language different from that of the others, and in this language the Beaver Indian recognized his own tongue. Swiss Army Always Ready. Endurance tests show that in time of war the Swiss soldiers can "com mand" the highest Alpine passes and the most difficult mountains with light artillery. The infantry, the field artil lery and cavalry are recruited by the cantons, but the engineers, guides, sanitary and administrative troops, as well as the army train, are enrolled by the confederation. The cantons furnish the uniforms and equipments, for which they are, however, reim bursed by the federal government, and the latter supplies the arms directly. A yearly Inspection of armament and equipment at which every soldier, without exception, has to appear, pre vents any neglect In that line, as every man keeps his uniform and rifle at home, and when the mobilization or der goes forth, the whole army Is ready for action within a few hours. A regu lar salary is paid only to the Instruc tors, the general staff and a few other officials. The officers receive pay only during the brief period they are called upon for training. The common sol dier, when on duty, has his traveling and living expenses paid and receives besides that a dally compensation of 80 centimes, or 16 cents. Life-Saving Rifle. A rifle that shoots over the parapet while the user sits in comparative safety in the trench without necessity for exposing himself to the lire of the enemy is a late Invention brought out by a well-known sportsman and big game hunter of England. The feature of this invention Is that the rifle Is held vertically while the projectile is tired horizontally. This Is accom plished by a curved deflecting tube, fixed to the muzzle of the gun, that changes the course of the projectile from the vertical to the horizontal as it leaves the gun. In spite of the enormous friction that must accompany this change of direction the tube, as shown by actual tests', is not subject to excessive wear, while the effective range of a rifle equipped with this device is between 100 and 150 yards. The rifle Is aimed by means of a periscope consisting of two mirrors, one fixed to the upper end and the other to the lower end of a tube that is mounted on the rifle barrel War's Alarums. The grand duke paced restlessly up nnd down the hall of his palace. "The Germans must not get to RlKa!" he cried over and over again. "The Germans must not got to Riga! They must not. In no circumstances must they. It would be my ruin. I'd never be able to survive It!" "But why not?" murmured a dis creet secretary, seeking to calm the great man's agitation. "Why so? Here we are safe In Petrograd, quite out of range of the biggest German guns." "Suppose we are," ' retorted the grand duke peevishly. "Suppose we are. What's the ubo? Two ancient aunts of mine live in Riga. And if the Germans get Riga, those two old per sons will surely come and camp on me here." Tommle'i Idea. "Among the prizes awarded at Yar mouth elementary school, England," said the mother, " was one for the boy who had the cleanest shoes and bands and the tidiest hair during the year." "Shucks!" exclaimed Tommle; "he wasn't no boy, he was a mollycoddle!"