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The RedMirage A Story of the French Legion in Algiers (By I. A. R. WYLIE (AllrishU reserved. The Bobbs-MerriU Co.) CHAPTER XXII Continued. 21 Farquhar came out of the shadows to the corporal's side. . "There must be no struggle," he said. "It would be quite useless, and we must keep Harding out of this." "Yes, of course." "You said I had friends here. Who?" "An Englishman for one, who calls himself Preston." "What does he know?" "Everything more than you do, Don Quixote. But wisdom Invariably comes too late In this world. Hush!" With a roar of laughter the song came to an end, and in the brief full that followed the two men listened in tently. Without warning Goetz wrenched open the door. By the dim light of the lantern falling into the now darkened passage they saw the body of a man lying face downward on the stone. He still breathed. Be yond him, leaning ngalnst the wall, was the German doctor. His head was thrown back; they saw his face a white mask, made whiter by the dark line of blood .trickling from the balf open mouth. His eyes shone to meet them with a boyish triumph. ."He wanted to go in I knew we fought and I managed to stun him the road Is clear, Englishman." "Good God, do you think we are go ing to leave you there?" "He got at me with his bayonet. It's all over. Go don't make it all in rain." Farquhar caught the cold fast-weakening hand in his. Danger was forgot ten in grief and self-reproach. "Must I bring death and destruction to you also?" The fading eyes brightened. "This is not death not destruction. It was my chance to make good " He faltered and staggered to his knees. "Goetz von Berllchiugen I I have known always your highness greet our fatherland" He mnde a last ef fort to draw himself up to the salute and fell quietly forward. "You will forget what you have heard," Goetz said simply. "The road Is clear. We must not make the sacri fice a useless one. Come!" . "The sentries" "The sentries are the men you saved. The sentries are blind tonight." She came out of the darkness, a slight frail figure in the big cloak, her hands outstretched. He caught them and kissed them, and then the white grave face which she lifted to him with the dignity of a great and single passion. "You had my message, Gabrlelle?' "Yes." "You understood?" "Everything." The light which shone in her eyes dazzled him. It was supreme happi ness, supreme sorrow. "If there Is a new life waiting for me over there you will come to me. you will help me to live It as you have helped me to live in the past "I shall be always with you, Rich ard. But you must not think of me now: think of your life for my sake, An Arab servant brought up the two horses. She drew back instantly, and Farquhar swung himself into the sad die. Preston came ud to him and pressed his hand for a last time. "Our friend Goetz here will explain everything that has happened. You will ride straight to Les Imberts. It Is thirty-two kilometers you should be there before daybreak. Let your horses go. There Is a train starting for the north at five o'clock. I shall be on It We meet at Oran. I shall have pass ports for two Englisbimen Richard Farquhar and John Eyres. You will remember? Now off with you and Godspeed!" Goetx had already ridden out of the grove. Still Farquhar lingered. Gabri- elle bad come forward and placed something hard, metallic, In his out stretched hand. "It Is your one gift to me your re volver," she said. "It is loaded. May It guard you well, Richard." For a fleeting second he looked down at her. Swifter than a dream he re lived his life as he saw It mirrored among the shadows In her eyes. "You have saved me twice," he said. "You will save me again. God keep us for each other." He drove his heels In his home flanks and a moment later was gallop ing at Goctz's side across the plain. grim unconquered desolation of rock and stone and yellow ever-changing hills. He drew rein at last, moved by a curious pity for the panting quiver ing animal beneath him. The three men were outdistanced. He was alone, his haggard haunted face lifted for an Instant to the now darkened sky. Out of the black unlit waste a horseman raced toward him. "Who goes there?" "Arabs Arabs two thousand you are cut off Sldl-bel-Abbes attacked at daybreak " The reeling horse stumbled and pitched its rider on to the stones. The goum lay motionless. Colonel Destlnn turned in his saddle. The three le gionaries were already behind him. Their heads were lowered. There was for a moment no sound but that from the snorting, winded horses. Then from the southwest, borne on a gust of the fitful storm, there came a monoton ous, familiar cry "II La Uaha ilia Allahu!" They watched him stupidly as he turned his horse and rode forward in to the mysterious half-light which In the darkest hour hovers over the great African wastes. Silently they rode after him. Colonel Destlnn did not hear them, He was listening to the walling mo notonous chant beyond the darkness. As yet he could see nothing, but he knew with whom he had to deal. Lowe had spoken the truth. The tribes bad isen. And he had said, "Tomorrow you may have no son." 'mat aiso would be true. The twenty-five years of exile had been sacrificed to an un known life perhaps already extin guished. "La Ilaha ilia 'llahu!" He straightened in his saddle. The high-pitched voices were now close at hand his trained ear measured at most a couple of hundred yards. And the man who had long since ceased to believe in God or devil prayed "God, make It not in vain!" Then he shook the tired beast Into gallop. The flying hoofs scarcely added a sound to the dull thunder of the Arab advance. Then he was on them through them, with the horde With Strips of His Linen Shirt Plugged the Ragged Wound, He CHAPTER XXIII. Kismet. In the full blaze of the afternoon Colonel Destlnn had ridden out of Sldl-bel-Abbes. He had taken three mount ed legionaries with bim, and they had followed sullenly silent In the low cloud of yellow dust which rolled back from his horse's hoofs. It was now close on midnight. They left the smooth, white military road behind them and galloped out Into the waste faster and faster memory bot at bis side. Its merdless hand upon the reins. The kilometers flatbed past Vineyard end huddled llghUea Tillages lay far behind in the eastern shadow. There wu again t of shouting Arabs at his heels. He bent low in the saddle. And he gained There bad been a diversion. The three legionaries had followed him, and they bad been mown down almost without resistance. This Destlnn did not know. There was a narrow passage be tween the bowlders room for a couple of horsemen abreast but no more. If he could reach them there would be an other hundred yards gained perhaps more perhaps safety. Suddenly he felt the animal beneath him reel In her stride. He dragged her up an other ten yards and Bhe pitched for ward, rolled over and lay still. He swung free as she fell, and raced on through the soft clogging sand. But his own strength was gone. This was the end. He smiled grimly to himself. "If this be the expiation 0 God!" A shout reached him. As the dark swift-moving line of his pursuers broke out from the lingering shadows he turned. Two horsemen raced toward him from the rocks, ne saw them through the mist new enemies and took aim and fired with an unshaken nerve. As he saw that neither shot had told he cursed irritably. The next moment the foremost rider reached him and swung round In a cloud of dust "Get up behind me! Quick!" He obeyed. At the terse Imperative command his brain had cleared. He had recognized Ooota In the soldier now galloping beside him. ne glanced back over his shoulder. . The Arabs were In sight. He caught the flash of steel and the waving of pennons above the dark line of dust The air quiv ered with their hoarse triumphant shouts. Tbey were gaining. It was at that moment that the man riding be fore him swayed and suddenly (ell back limp Into his arms. Then Des tlnn understood. One shot at least had told. Exerting all the powers of a bril liant horsemanship, he held on to the unconscious man and forced the strain ing mare to an Increased effort. Side by side the two horses burst Into the narrow passage between the rocks. Destlnn bent forward. "We've no chance like this warn SMi-bel-Abbes I Bhall try to take cover God help you!" Goetz nodded without answering and dashed on. At the end of the cutting Destlnn drew rein and slipped to the ground. There he fell, face downward. The blood drummed In his ears. It filled his brain, thundering down every other sound. A dozen Arabs swept through the gully, but he neither heard nor saw them. When he at last lifted himself upon his elbow the pursuit had long since rolled away In the distance. The dawn had broken. He glanced down at the man lying motionless beside him. His heavy brows contracted over eyes in which there had dawned a sudden emotion, a startled incredulity, changing a mo ment later to a bitterly contemplative amusement. He bent over the dark unconscious face. The fiery eyes that time after time had defied his with their brilliant recklessness were closed. the black brows smoothed out into an untroubled serenity. Yet the expres sion was as he remembered It. In the far distance, beyond his range of vision, a sudden sharp rattle of artillery broke the silence. His eyes flickered with a faint triumph. Sidi- bel-Abbes had not been taken un awares. Perhaps that daredevil Ger man had arrived In time. He laid a shaking hand on the quiet breast. The mau still breathed. It was like an answer an acceptance. He opened the tunic with rapid skillful fingers. The roar of battle was now close at hand. It rolled toward the narrow barrier of rock in a cloud of rising dust, from which flashed an in termittent lightning. Colonel Destlnn paid no heed. He had traced the course of his bullet. It was lodged an Inch above the heart, but its force had been checked by an old tattered letter case, which he tossed on one side. With strips of his linen shirt he plugged the ragged-looking wound and bandaged it. The whole thing was the work of a few minutes. Death swept down upon them both, but this man was not to die through him. He had lifted the unconscious head upon one arm; his eyes passed for an instant to the tattered letter ease and rested there. It had fallen open. Moved by he knew not what Impulse he touched it tremblingly. A few dried and faded rose leaves, a letter, yellow with age, singed and pierced by his own bullet. Suddenly it grew very still about him. The crash of battle seemed to have sunk behind a deaden ing veil of silence. There was nothing left in the world but this man and himself. "Richard Farquhar!" The name escaped him without his knowledge. The legionary groaned and half turned, his unconscious hand clutching Destlnn's arm, and a minute later his eyes opened. They looked at each other steadily, and Destlnn shrank back. This was the expiation the punishment. There was to be no curse and no mercy, but the grim working out of a logical merciless law. "You know now, sir?" The weak voice sounded loud In his ears-louder than the thunder of the guns. lie made a movement of stunned assent. "Yes; you are Rlchnrd Richard Far quhar, my" He broke off. He was looking In the eyes of his judge; he awaited sentence. Farquhar drew himself up with a desperate effort. They're they're coming on fast aren't they, sir? I haven't much time. And I have a message from my mother who is waiting for you in Sidi-bel-Abbcs. She gave It me two years ago. Can you hear me, sir?" "Yes yes." "I was to tell you that night when you left her you won her. She has waited for you." He dropped back, gasping, Into Destlnn's arms. "Sir, I thank God that at the last I have found you. I also have my message- understand and honor and pity you." Destlnn bowed his head. A word or release had been spoken. He was free. The burden of years dropped from him. He was gazing down into the face of a child, In the frank clear eyes of a memory, ne held the wounded man closer, shielding him with a stern tenderness. "I too thank God. Richard." The cheering bad grown louder. Within a hundred yards of the rocks where they meant to make their last rally the harried shot-ridden ranks of Bedouin cavalry faltered. For an In finitesimal second of delay they seemed to be gathering to face the new attack: then the leaders broke away west ward and with them, In a magnificent awe-inspiring semicircle, the whole beaten, panic-stricken host It was Goetz von Berllehlngen who had led the victorious flank attack. sweeping the retreat far Into the west. He had bad no orders to do so and only a small detachment of chasseurs at bis command. But be had succeed ed, and now he lny In the sand, cough ing up blood from a bullet-riddled lung. General Mennlcr knelt beside blm. He bad no great Interest In dying legion aries, but he wished to make sure of Colonel Destlnn's last whereabouts. "You say to the right among the rocks there?" -Yes." "Then your flanking movement prob ably saved them. You are a daring fellow. If yon bad lived I should have had the pleasure of court-martialing you. At It U hive you any request to maker (TO 81 CONTDTOKDJ WISE OLD HEADS STEADY 1 Wily Manager of Athletics Uses Ex perienced Players as Backbone of His Team's Defense. In the reorganization of his Ath- etics Connie Mack has seen the val- of a few wise old heads among the many brilliant but inexperienced kids. Amos Strunk in center field is great help in steadying the bunch at critical times and his heavy hit ting very often Inspires them to fol low up and bring in enough runs to support their high-class pitching. Joe Bush and Elmer Myers have shown some of the most excellent twirling seen anywhere this year, the latter being a find of Connie's who mack's fast youngsters Mother's Cook Book. rip FY w m If ' i i M t "J t M -1 Connie Mack. has made other managers green with envy. Bush seems to be "coming back" in great shape this yeur and pitching with all the splendor that was expected of him two years ago, With such work continued from Myers and Bush and with a few more de pendable hurlers the Athletics will be pretty well cared for In the box. The idea, current through the early part of the season, that Connie Mack had gathered a bunch of talented but green and awkward kids is rapidly be ing dispelled. The confidence and pep they are showing liuve surprised most of their opponents. A great part of the success of the youngsters so fur may be ascribed to Connie's care to have the backstop, second base and center field well cared for by steudy heads. With Schang behind the but, Lajole at second and Strunk In ceuter, the situation Is well fortified. The present season Is Strunk's sixth sum mer In fust compuny and every fall he has shown a fat average. If he Is not able to top a good .300 he conies well near It. From the vim he hus shown with the hickory of lute It's most like ly that he will finish the season with the highest average he has shown yet. It's the bad that's in the best of us Makes the saint so like the rest of us! It's the good in the darkest crust of u Redeems and saves the worst ot us! It's the muddle of good and badness, It's the tangle of tears and gladness, It's the lunacy linked with sanity That make and mar humanity. Strawberry Mold. With a bit of careful handling of everbearing strawberry we may be able to extend these delicious dishes over a longer period. Take some slices of thin bread and butter, or stale slices of sponge ,cake. Line a baking dish with these, then fill nearly full of ripe berries, sprinkling a little sugar over each layer. Make a nice custard of two eggs, a pint of milk and sugar to tnste; cook until smooth, then cool and pour over the berries. Serve with whipped cream. Minute Soup. Take a cupful of bread crumbs, one grated onion, a half cupful of rich cream, one tublospoonful of butter, a seasoning of salt, pepper and poultry dressing and three cupfuls of boiling water. Simmer one minute, then serve with crisp crackers. Raisin Pie. Grate the rind of a lemon, add the pulp, chopped, to it, one cupful of chopped raisins, a cupful of brown sugar, a half-cupful of molasses, two cupfuls of water, using some of the water to stir Into a half-cupful of flour. Mix all together, boll five min utes and bake with two crusts. Rice Omelet. Beat a cupful of cooked rice and two cupfuls of milk to a smooth paste. Add two eggs well beaten and salt and pep per to taste. Turn Into a hot pan with a tnblespoonful of melted butter. When brown, cover with powdered su- gur and serve. T3C FOOTBALL GAME IS MODIFIED Muskmelon Dessert. Cut the melon in cubes, removing the rind, dust with powdered sugar and grated nutmeg, chill and servo iu sherbet cups, pouring over nny of the melon Juice that escaped when pre paring It. Hit and Miss. Mosquitoes Don't Like Yellow. People who wish to avoid the bite of Ihe mosquito should wear yellow. Of 11 colors the mosquito Is most partial to red, especially deep blood-red, nl liiough the fuct has nothing to do with Us fondness for blood. For yellow It shows the deepest aversion and shuns It on ull occasions. It Is said that the seeing power of Ihe mosquito is so keen that It Is susceptible to color even In the ordinary darkness of night; hence night dresses or bed coverings of a yellow color will aid In keeping mosquitoes at a respectable distance. Vanity Is apt to be Its own reward and no questions asked. Some men either have to be on the water wagon or in the tank. Faith would have an easy time If doubt didn't camp on its trail. Did you ever notice that the chronic kicker is proud of the title? A woman can be good to a mun pro vided he doesn't deserve it. Occasionally n man who Is rolling In wealth loses ills equilibrium und rolls out of It. If a vain girl thinks herself beauti ful, it's a man's cue to tell her thut she is, even If she Isn't. . Not all floorwalkers are to be found In department stores, us any young father can Inform you. A girl keeps her relatives In the background during courtship, but they always come to the front after mur-riage. Interesting Substitute for Popular Pas time Is Free From All Rough ness How It Is Played. An interesting substitute for foot ball that retains most of the elements of the popular game, and at the same time is free from roughness, will he welcomed by many boys. Such a game is tag football, It will appeal particularly to the boys who are too young to play regular football, or who have been forbidden to play be cause of physical Incapacity. It is also a good game tor older boys when there are not enough players to form; two complete elevens. With oome adaptations It has also been played successfully by girls. The game is played with a rugby ball, on a regular football field, by two opposing teams of from five to eleven players each. Scores are made as in football, and football rules hold good except where special rules are prescribed. After the Bides have been chosen, the ball Is kicked off, and the receiv er rue toward his opponents' goal until an opposing player touches him. The ball Is "down" where It touches the ground on an Incomplete pass, or at the place where the runner is flrBt tagged, or at the point where he goes out of bounds. Because of the obvioua futility of straight-line plays, the forwards spread out along the scrimmage line. The play Is therfore much more open than in the regular game. As in football, no player may kick the ball when It is on the ground, ex cept at the kick-off or when making' a free try for a goal. Another foot ball rule that applies should be kept in mind. Players must be "on-slde' the kick-off, at the beginning of each down, and at the free kicks for field goals. An important variation from foot ball is that the side putting the ball in play may have only one man on the scrimmage line If It so chooses. Every man on the team is eligible, at any time, to receive a pass coming in any direction. It Is therefore a running, passing, kicking game, and can be played without likelihood of mishaps long after the ground has been frozen. Youth's Companion. Feminine Charity. Percy I wish I could uscertaln Hazel's correct uge. Ainiee Well, there Is only one wuy that you can munuge. It. Percy And how Is that? Ainiee Outlive her und rend It on her tombstone. Belgian -American Inventor Has New "Perpetual Motion" Machine ..." , v r'tl Device Which Inventor Claims Constitutes "Perpetual Motion" Machine. Joseph lines, n Biiglan-Amerlran In ventor, is the latest to come forward with a device whli-h he claims solves the problem of "perpetuul motion." The man who claims to huvc achieved the gmil for which Inventors and sci entists hnve been striving from time Immemorial, has been working on this device for 25 yeurs. He has several other successful Inventions to bis credit The device which lines claims con stitutes a "perpetual motion" machine Includes a spring, gear wheels and two electric motors attached. The Initial impulse Is given to the machine by liand-wlndlng a lurgu spring. Gear wheels communicate the power thus generated to a motor, which, In turn, runs a smaller motor. This smaller mo tor partly rewinds the original spring und keeps It in a semlwound atata. SHOOTING A PING-PONG BALL Toy Weapon Projects a Missile, but a Perfectly Harmless One Fills Long Felt Want. There Is justly a deep-rooted objec tion to the toy pistol because of the damage and Injury which is likely to be inflicted by it; but, at the same time, there is a period in every boy child's life when he calls for a toy pistol, and one which does not shoot a missile does not seem to fill the bill. Every doting parent knows the diffi culty of denying a child such a trifling thing, and the result is that almost Invariably the parent waives his ob- Pistol Shoots Ping-Pong Ball. lection, for a limited period at least, and the child gets the coveted toy pis tol. In order to provide a pistol with the requirement that it should shoot a ball, a nursery weapon of new doslgn .projects a ping-pong bull, which can accomplish no disaster under any cir cumstances. As most everyone knows, the ping-pong ball Is made of the thin nest wafer of celluloid. It Is molded In two hemispheres, and the two parts cemented together making a perfect Bphore and one which Is exceedingly lively, the antics of which as It bounds from point to point make much merri ment. The pistol which was recently patented Is shown herewith, and Its modo of operutlon may bo readily observed. A Spelling Lesson. Whnt does Choughphthelghtteeau Bpell? Do you give It up? It pells potato, that Is, according to the following: Gh stands for p, as you will find from the lust letters In hiccough; ough tor o, as In dough; phtti stands for t, as In phthisis; elgh stands for A, as In neighbor; tte stands for tt, as In grtsette, and eau stands for o, as In beau. Thua you have p-o-t-a-t-o.