The Red Mirage
A Story of the French Legion in Algiers
By I. A. R. WYLIE
8YN0P8I3.
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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
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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!"