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The RedMirage A Story of the French Legion in Algiers By I.A.R.WYLIE (All righu reserved. The SYNOPSIS. 16 Sylvia Omney, her lover, Richard Far quhar, finds, has fallen In love with Cap tain Arnaud of thte Foreign Legion. Far quhar forces Sower to have Preston's I 0 TJ's returned to him. Sower forces Far quhar to resign his commission. Gabrielle saves Farquhar from suicide. To shield Arnaud, Sylvia's nance, Farquhar pro fesses to have stolen war plans. As Richard Nameless he Joins the' Foreign Legion. Farquhar meets Sylvia and Ga brielle. Arnaud becomes a drunkard and opium smoker. Sylvia becomes friendly with Colonel Destinn. Arnaud becomes jealous of Farquhar and is shot down by him. Arnaud goes to a dancing jfirl who loves him for comfort. Gabrielle meets Lowe, for whom she had sacrificed posi tion and reputation, and tells him she is free from him. Sylvia meets Destinn be hind the mosque. Arnaud becomes ill but Sylvia will not help him, nor interfere for Farquhar. Gabrielle, aiding Farguhnr, who Is under punishment, Is mistaken by him min his delirium for Sylvia. Farquhar delivering a message to Destinn at night finds Sylvia with him. He learns that it was Gabrielle who aided him. Ga brielle leaves Sylvia and goes to Farqu har' s mother, who has come to Algiers in an effort to save her son. While on a march Farquhar saveB Destinn's life. i The nearness of death has ! brought close together in the J fellowship of misery two men J who are sworn enemies. That la one of the tricks of death to make men seo that the general run of quarrels and bickerings are all foolishness, a waste of time. Will these two see It and become friends? CHAPTER XVI Continued. The peace was absolute. Golden clouds sank lazily through the quiet air, and beyond the haze a single fiery star blazed down from a dome of em erald. He lifted himself painfully on his elbow. This was not death, nor the world he had left. Where there had been hills there were now plains, and the gullies had become mountains. Where there had been men there were now nothing but smooth layers of un troubled sand. Something moved and touched Farquhar. He started and looked down at the man whose head still rested agalnBt his arm. Their eyes met In the red twilight they recog nized each other and their eyes shift ed instantly in Bhy horror of that which the other bad become. Arnaud dragged himself up upon his elbow and coughed the sand from his lungs. "My horse bolted and threw me," he jerked out gratingly. "I must have been half stunned. I did not know that it was you." There was a brief silence. They measured each other. Then Arnaud stretched out his hand. "I'm sorry I wish to God I did not hate you, Farquhar." They went on. Behind a great rock which towered out of the storm-driven sand they found Colonel Destinn. He stood with his back to them and count ed the thin circle of men who re mained. There were a hundred in all. They had fought the sirocco for ten hours. The sand clung to their uni forms, to their hair and beards. On every face was printed the same dev astation, the same exhausted suffering, and something else that looked like the ravenous greed of wolves whose prey Is within sight Colonel Destinn turned. "To work at once all of you!" he commanded. But they did not move. They stood there, watching him. As he saw their purpose he sprang back. Six times his revolver barked In the stillness four men rolled over. Then he waited for then), his arms folded Indomitable, imperturbable, triumphant to the last. They flung themselves upon him. But for one swift moment Farquhar had met Destinn's eyes. What passed In that lightning recog nition he did not know. He broke through the raging circle of madmen, beating up their weapons, and flung himself recklessly between the lonely man and death. A bullet grazed his cheek, and be laughed, a cracked, high pitched laugh of good-humored mock ery. "You're no good, comrades no good. You can't even shoot. You wanted me as a leader now I'll lead you. I'll lead you against the Arabs, against all France, to Morocco, to freedom; but I claim this man as my prisoner, com rades; I claim his life." They cursed somberly at him. "It won't do!" the foremost legion ary shouted. "They're the only wit nesses against us. Dead men don't tell tales. If we're caught who's to know they didn't die In the storm with the rest?" "If we're caught I give you my word of honor that none of you shall suffer," Farquhar Interrupted. "It's my word against these two lives. Is It a bargain?" They answered with a frenzied, dry throated cheer. Harding seized Far quhar's hand and kissed It, and the next instant they were all around him, sobbing, laughing, shouting like chil dren awakened from Intolerable night mare. They called their allegiance to him In a dozen half-forgotten tongues, they gripped his bands and kissed the bem of bis Uttered coat In fantastic worship. "We'll follow you, Englishman; do with ns as yon like we trust jou." There were burning tears of fratl- Bobba-McrriU CoJ tude, of a deeply stirred pity, on his cheeks. He turned gravely to the. two officers. "You are my prisoner, Colonel De stinn; Captain Arnaud, I must ask you for your sword. Have I your word of honor that neither of you will attempt escape?" Aruaud bowed. Destinn was smil ing. The men were silent. A strange, pitiable figure had crept out from the shadow of the rocks. It was Goetz Goetz, scarcely recognizable save for the livid scar across his, cheek. He staggered blindly, and his cracked and bloodless lips could make no sound. But he pointed westward. A low lino of dust whirled against the scarlet horizon and came nearer. In the dying light flashes of silver broke through the rapidly moving cloud. They could almost hear the thud of galloping hoofs. "Arabs!" The word passed like a sigh from mouth to mouth. CHAPTER XVII. Promises. With the frenzied energy of mad men, they cleared the ammunition wagons from the deep drifts of Band. The bodies of comrades, stiffened al ready in the agonized attitudes of their death, were flung ruthlessly aside rifles were torn from cold, tenacious hands; friends with whom they had "Ready, Present, Fire!" marched and suffered were trampled under foot There were seven hun dred dead and a hundred living, and the seven hundred were forgotten. Fa tigue, hunger and thirst were wiped out Tbey crouched, silent and motion less, In the sand, with the sullen pa tience of wolves, hunted to their lair. They did not look at Farquhar, but they heard him. He could feel with a thrill of power hew their nerves and muscles stiffened at his command. It was good to command again. He gave his orders mechanically In French, but his heart had spoken them in another, dearer tongue. "Hold your fire till I give the signal. They haven't seen us yet. Sight at five hundred yards, and when you let go pick out your men." The cavalcade advanced rapidly and unconsciously. At their head a horse man rode In majestic loneliness. A red streak from the dying sun, light ing up his burnlRhed accoutrements, threw Into relief the splendid outline of his figure. A moment later the command rang out: "Ready present fire!" The answering volley broke like a crack of thunder on the stillness, and when the smoke cleared a dozen saddles in the foremost ranks of the enemy were empty. Taken utterly by surprise, the troop swung round in dis order and burst Into a short, headlong retreat. But It was the panic of a moment Fanatic, splendid, they swept on Into the teeth of a withering death which left no trace. They raced one another for the gates of paradise;' they bore down upon an enemy fighting only Instinctively for a life that was al ready worthless. Farquhar glanced anxiously along his little line of men. They were firing recklessly, hopelessly. He called to them, and tbey responded with patient doglike obedience, but he knew that for them the fight waa al ready over. This was the agony of death. Someone touched him. He turned. It was Destinn. They took aim together like men engaged In mimic warfare. Goeta dragged him self up alongside. He waa smiling pleasantly with a cartridge between his teeth. "I like dying In good company," he shouted, as the impediment was jammed into the smoking breech of his rifle. "That's the new prophet Ali-Mahomed In the front there. If we could bring him down it might break their backbone." The Arabs .were now within four hundred yards. Their pace had not slackened for an instant Farquhar sprang to his feet. "Cease firing fix bayonets!" He raced out alone to meet the en emy. The rain of bullets had been a spur to their fanatic daring the sud den silence checked them. They wa vered, suspecting a trap In this strange lull, seeing In the lonely figure the one thing they feared the supernatural, the unknown. Not a shot was fired. For an infinitesimal second of indeci sion both sides waited. Goetz, with his rifle against his cheek, his finger on the trigger, kept up a soft flow of good-humored expletive. "Mad mad as Englishmen, but oh. gods of my fathers, what sublime method!" Farquhar had covered fifty yards before the enemy had grasped his pur pose. Then with a sort of delirious triumph their leader burst through the ranks of his followers and thundered down upon the doomed man with the superb arrogance of his race, disdain ing a peril that seemed contemptible. Those watching for the end saw the flash of a bayonet heard the jarring rasp of steel against steel, and then All-Mahomed's horse swept on rider less. Simultaneously flame burst from a hundred rifles. Destinn led the charge, and behind him raced a hun dred cheering men who an hour be fore had clamored for his life. He ran like a boy, waving a smoking, use less rifle, shouting madly, while Goetz thundered at his side. It was two to one, exhausted Infantry against cavalry in full course. But the mir acle had been performed. The incal culable element In all battle, the su perstition of men's hearts, had fallen in the scale. The whirlwind died down. Within a few feet of their fallen leader the heroic Arab host fal tered, broke and fled. They picked up Farquhar from be neath the dead body of his opponent and as his eyes opened they rested on Destinn's face. The elder man knelt down and touched his hand almost tenderly. "That was a good fight," he said In English. "We've won. All-Mahomed is dead. You've saved a lot of trouble for us all. I am proud of you." "Thanks, sir. I am glad you're sat isfied." They looked at each other. Behind their careless, Indifferent composure there bad rung a note of emotion which even now was not wholly si lent, though both men, lost for a brief space in recollection, had regained their hold upon the present Farquhar rose slowly to his feet. "Keep Colonel Destinn under guard," he said. "Where is Captain Arnaud?" Two men advanced and placed them selves on either side of their former leader. But they did not answer. Destinn frowned thoughtfully at the night gathering eastward. "Ben Azar lies thirty kilometers from here," he said. "Even with a lame foot Arnaud Is a wonderful marcher. There is a squadron of chasseurs at Ben, Azar besides artll lery. They should be here before morning." "Captain Arnaud gave his parole," Farquhar observed dispassionately. Might one ask why you did not ac company him?" Destinn shrugged his shoulders, Hmlllng. Farquhar lurched forward. He stood for a moment within arm's length, swaying on his heels. When he spoke It was in an undertone and In English. "We are fellow countrymen, Colonel Destinn," he said. "Whatever else has happened or may happen, we have fought together shoulder to shoulder. I nsk a favor of you. Make it pos sible for me to keep my promise to these poor fellows." "Is that In my power?" was the quiet return. "You cannot shoot a hundred men. You cannot send the last remnant of your regiment to the penal battalions. lou need a ringleader and one exeui' plary punishment I am the ring leader " "It matters very little to me," he said. "1 consent to your conditions. It Is for you to manage your men as beat you can." "Of that you need have no fear." "You speak with authority. What vagabond gang did you lead In Whlte- chapel, my countryman?" Again the faint, irrepressible note of uneasiness quivered beneath the Irony. Farquhar laughed. "The finest gang of daredevils In the world, my colonel," he said. Then he motioned to the two men on Destinn's either hand. "Colonel Destinn has given me his word," he said briefly "You have nothing more to fear. Biv ouac as best you can. We shall re main here till the morning." He turned from them and passed the hundred dim figures of men leaning weary and motionless on their rifles Tbey did not look at blm or seem to notice blm. lie saw Goetz standing. a slender, delicate figure, outlined against an unearthly background of silvery hills. The German was smok ing placidly, almost Insolently. After this, will Colonel Des tinn have the nerve to order Richard executed for leading a mutiny? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Mother's Choice Most Often Proves The Best By LAURA JEAN LIEBEY O child, some day you'll think of ma When I am far, far from thee And the world seems cold and drear. And false are the friends that seemed so dear. It is not every girl who has the choice of a baker's half dozen of sweethearts. Tha girl's choice usu ally falls upon the young man her mother likes the least, mother's choice being the man who does not appeal to the girl. While it is true that the youthful heart should have a certain amount of leeway, it is truer still that mother's opinion should have great weight in influencing a girl to make a careful choice. A mother has traveled the road of experience. She looks deeper than the handsome face or smooth, glib tongue. She looks down Into the very heart of man. Ardent words make no Impression upon the mother. It is a man's acts which bear weight with her. Girls In their teens often imagine that they are in love with a man when, as a matter of fact, they are only fas cinated by him. A mother knows this phase of girl life and does not feel un duly alarmed, realizing it will be, like the first flower of spring, the first to perish, to give place to a stronger, lasting flower on that stem. Few young men can wholly deceive a careful mother as to their disposl tion, good or bad, their character, hab its of indolence or thrift, whether they are really In love or are triflers. ii motner lorms a dislike to a daughter's would-be suitor, he should make every effort to overcome her ob jection ere pressing his suit farther with the girl.' To attempt to win the young woman in the face of parental disapproval Is blazing the way on a road which will prove hard traveling. No one In this world has a daughter's interest more deeply at heart than a mother. She would rather give her child to a man of sterling worth whose honor was untarnished, who scorned falsehoods and whom she could trust, though he had only will power and his brain and strong two hands to work for the woman he loved for fame and fortune, than to a profligate, though he was rolling In wealth, realizing that such a union could result In nothing but misery for her daughter. in rare instances a mother may make a mistake in choosing the man to whom she would resign her jewel, but such instances are few and far be tween. A good daughter should be thankful to have the benefit of a moth er's Judgment and give the young man she selects from many competitors for her favor careful consideration. A mother feels intuitively when her child is in danger, and there is no dan ger so grave, nothing in all life's cal endar of woes so pitiful, as choosing the wrong man for a husband defiant ly wedding the man mother cannot be won over to like. Mother likes the right one. POULTRY HINTS H. L. Kempster, Missouri College of Agriculture. Sour milk is valuable in any ra tion. Summer shade Insures thrifty chicks. Remove overactive cockerels to separate yard. Clean up the Incubator, remove the lamp und throw away the wick. Soft, fresh dirt Is an insurance against leg weakness In chicks. Add to the grain feeds with a mix' ture such as bruu, shorts uud com ment. Do not keep unnecessary mule birds. An extra hen eats no more and may lay eggs. When range Is limited spade up the runs or move the brood coop a short dl.stuuce dully. Spoiled or decaying flesh, If enten, will surely cause limber neck. Burn or bury the deud. AVutch for head lice on the chicks If found, rub top of head with a small piece of lard free from suit. A PRAYER Cy J. HORACE LYTLE. THE curse of wliat the world is pleased to terra "good fortune" is that with its coming too often the best qualities of tho heart are allowed to lie doruinnt, or altogether die. It seems the heart of man gives oftenest the freest before his worldly effort have been crowned with marked success. Tho simplest, surest, purest, sheerest truth emanates more often from the cottage than from the mansion. Oh, why must tho possible) good thr.t might eccompany success he, almost inevitably, marred and overshndowi.xl by a chilliness creeping around the heart! I have myself worn MH overalls and evening dress, and, although I deplore the fact, am compelled to admit that I have never felt quite so free-hearted, nor so much sympathetic charity towards my suffering fellows, while wearing the latter as while wearing the former. Hence, 0 Lord, I pray for sufficient real strength of character that, whether much fortune visits me or not, I may never forget that the souls mukinr up the multitude in this world are but so many human hearts tlmt can suffer, and therefore that I may always regard it as one of my chiefcat duties to make as light as lies within my power the pass ing through this life for some other fellow. STAR OF FILM DOM fpixy , 4. 7 JiifM' Mist Kathlyn Williams. Popular actress with big personal following among patrons of the "movie" theaters. Tenammandments For Bridegrooms Here are ten commandments for the guidance of prospective bridegrooms given by Rev. Robert J. MacAlplne of the Central Presbyterian church of Buffalo, N. Y.: 1. Don't bank on mere beauty ; It Is unreliable as the weather. 2. Don't marry for talent, popular ity or wealth. Without love these would be as insipid as an egg without salt. 8. Don't let sentiment rule you. Like a flower, It is apt to fade before tomorrow. 4. Don't marry a woman whose stock of common sense is no greater than her dollars and cents. As no amount of the latter can buy the least amount of the former, you would like ly soon be a hopeless insolvent. 5. Don't propose to a young woman whose tongue isn't silent during the sermon. She has sermons In store for you. G. Don't marry a girl who thinks more of a good time than a good name. Your good time would very probably never arrive. 7. Don't choose a young woman who is more concerned about how she looks than how she acts. One is what she appears to be, the other is what she is. 8. Don't marry your opposite in re ligion. Your religion is likely to out live your love. 9. Don't marry till your heart and bund are as clean as those you have won. Bluck and white mixed makes both a dull gray. 10. Don't murry In haste. For the sake of at least two lives, keep in mind the modern key-words: "Safety first" and "preparedness." New York Future Fashion Center, Mury Garden, while busily collet'tliiR fundti for her hospital In Purls, found time to prophesy tlmt New York would be the future center of style. Miss Gur den declared that American designers hud shown such originality und Amer ican manufacturers so much Initiative since the wur that It would be impos sible for Purls to regulu her one-time prestige. DADDY'S EVENING y FAIRYTALES MAW GRAHAM BONNER GNOME HAS PIG SCHOOL. 'A little Gnome named 'Snips' thought he would like to start a 3chool. The Pupils he wanted were the Pigs. "So one fine day he went to all the Pigpens in the neighborhood and talked to the Mother and Daddy Pigs. " 'Now you know,' he said, 'you sure ly want your Children to know some thing besides how to dig In the mud.' "'Well,' said Mrs. Fatty Pig (she was named that because she was the fattest Pig In the country around), 'I don't know that I care whether my Children know anything or not. If they don't know anything, they don't know they're missing things and then they never have to worry or hur ry or scurry.' "You see Mrs. Fatty Pig was so fat, all she wanted to do was to lie around and eat and sleep. "So Snips asked Mrs. Fatty's Pig's Husband what he thought about it, and all Mr. Fatty Pig did was to grunt at everything Snips said. "But when he began to talk to a few of the younger PigB they quite liked the idea of going to School each day, and as the Mothers and Daddies didn't mind at all one way or the other, the very next morning all the young Pigs arrived at Snips' School. "The Schoolhouse was an old Tree which had fallen down and which was They All Sat Along the Sides of the Tree. hollow. They all sat along the sides of the Tree with their slates of smooth stones and their pencils of cut stones, which made white marks. " 'Now,' said Snips, 'I have always liked Pigs and 1 want to do all I can for you. You must surely come every morning to School, though, for every lesson will be most Important, and I don't want to hear of any little Pig staying away unless he Is too sick to walk. " 'In the first place we are going to learn what words mean and how to spell them. Now take your own fam ily name, for example. Pig well that came is thought to mean by some People anyone who is greedy and grabs everything he can. Such a bad idea to get of your Family, i know it's quite untruo, so we must make other People believe It's untrue too. " 'You see so many of your Family are lazy. We don't want to think what our Mothers and Daddies do is wrong no, that wouldn't do. But your Mothers and Daddies were brought up wrong by People. They were put Into dirty pens, and they thought It was quite right to be dirty. " 'So the next thing we must learn 1b to be nice and clean. Write down on your slates: "Pigs must not be greedy," and "We must be clean and wash our faces and our feet every day before School, and after play and before meals.' "And when the Fairies heard that Snips was holding School each day for the Pigs they were delighted. Snips said that they would give an entertainment each month for the Fairies to see how the Pigs got along In school. And now a fine set of Pigs are working hard for their next month ly entertainment." DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO Three-Year-Old Minnie Was Much Re lieved When Mother Couldn't Think of Suitable Punishment. Little three-year-old Minnie could re peat nursery rhymes and talk like an old woman. 0j day, having done something strictly against orders, her mother said: "Minnie, I really don't know what 1 had better do to you." Drawing a long breath of relief the lit tle miss said, "I'm awful glad you don't, mamma, ' and marched off, tak ing it for granted that the matter waa settled. FIRST EXPERIENCES IN TOWN Little Girl Discovert That "Next Door Is Fastened to Our House" Boy Don't Like the Sidewalks. A little girl whose parents had re cently moved from country to town, and who Is now enjoying her first ex perience In living In a street, said: "This Is a very queer place. Next door If fastened to our bouse. ' Her younger brother added his im pression by declaring: "I like to live where the sidewalks have odges." Brooklyn Eagle. "