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T h e Red M ira g e
A Story of the French Legion in Algiers
B y I. A . R. W Y L I E
lAll nahu rrwv cU. Th* Ik-bbs-Merrill Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
to the floor. The woman bent over hlin
and kissed him. A single tear, drawn
Sylvia Omnejr, her lover, Richard Fnr- from a well o f savage pity, had
quhar. rtnil*. has fallen In lore with Cap dropped on tlie untroubled brow.
tain Arnaud of the Foreign legion. In
" « o i l o f our fathers," she whispered
Catta. n Sower"« room Farquhar forces
Sow«. to have Preston’s I O. U’ s re from between clenched teeth. “ Thou
turn«-! io him Farquhar Is helped to his
rooms >-\ Gabrieli«- Smith. Sower demands knowest 1 am bad— rotten to the heart
an ap, .¡v. Refused, he forces Farquhar — but thou knowest also 1 am uot so
to resign his commission In return for
Possession of Farquar's father's writ bad as the woman who sent this man
ten confession that he had murdered Sow to me.”
er's father. Gabrielle saves Farquhar
She knelt down, «nd with her dark
from suicide. To shield Arnaud. Sylvia's
against
the
sleeper's
kuee
tlance. Farquhar professes to have stolen head
war plans and tells the real culprit why watched and waited.
he did so. As Richard Nameless he Joins
All was quiet.
Hut on the other
the Foreign Region and sees Sylvia, now
Mme. Arnaud. meet Colonel Pesttnn. side o f the curtain an Arab crouching
Farquhar meets Sylvia and Gabrielle. and beside the brazier awoke. There wua
learns from Corporal Gosts of the col
onel's cruelty. Arnaud becomes a drunk a slight smile about his llps'as though
ard and opium smoker. Sylvia becomes bis dreams had brought him food for
friendly with Colonel Destlnn. Arnaud
becomes Jealous of Farquhar. Farquhar. amused reflection, and with a quick
on guard at a villa where a dance is in glance at his motionless companion he
progress, is shot down by Arnaud. A r
naud Justifies his Insanely Jealous action got up and slipped out Into the street.
to Colonel IVstlnn. Arnaud goes to a dan It was now toward evening and the
cing girl who loves him for comfort.
great heat o f the day was broken. At
9 » m *
a white-walled villa on one o f the
broad avenues he glided through a
Opium is a deadly drug, but It
I Moorish doorway Into the passage. Be
makes men dream away their
fore him lay the courtyard where two
lives in a sort of artificial peace.
wqmeu talked, their low voices min
Burdened with the grief of de
gling musically. At last be came out
sertion. racked by disease that
Into the light. Ills manner was In
is fatal, buffeted by fate and
imitable in Its suggested homage aud
thoroughly disheartened, a mid
a hundred unspoken flatteries.
dle-aged man smokes opium to
"Madame, It’s Abou-Yukoud who
keep his senses deadened. Do
ventures before you.” be said In his
you think his action justified?
soft
Arab French. "Abou-Yukoud.
who has seen Mecca and who reads
Destiny as an open book. G ive me
C H APTE R X— Continued.
your hand, madarue. For a little frnne,
; I will tell you good and evil— what
"I tried to kill him,” he said quietly
1 was and what Is to come.”
but distinctly, "and I mean to kill him.
Sylvia Arnaud started slightly and
That is the only change.”
turned.
"Is that any change? lia s it taught
•"You shall not come In here,” she
your fair, pure young w ife to love and
said Impatiently, and yet not without a
honor you?” He ground bis teeth to ¡ childish touch o f hesitation. “ Beg-
gether without answering, and she
1 glng Is forbidden. Now be gone!”
went on, her voice grown suddenly
She tossed a handful o f money on to
harsh and contemptuous. "You are a the white stone flags. Each coin rnng
fool. Desire. You are a fool, like all out like a note of jangling laughter,
men. What Is there In this one wom which still echoed after her as she
an that you should care? She Is pretty, passed Into the shadows of the gate-
but others are prettier. 1 have seen day.
her, for it amused me to have a glance
Abou-Ynkoud bent and gathered the
at the wonder who could drive two nickel pieces from the ground. When
men to the devil. And what is she? A he looked up again he stood straight
charming doll with a child's eyes and and erect, and the beard had vanished.
a sparrow’s brain. What else— ”
"G abrielle!" he said softly.
The girl rose. She took one o f the
She turned a little. The warm gold
long-stemmed pipes from the table and of evening was on her face nnd soft
lighted it at the brazier. The red em ened the stern lines to a mild and
bers glowed up on to her face, where noble serenity.
was written a somber Inscrutable bit
” 1 know,” she said.
“ Your voice
terness. She came back and placed betrayed you.
And then—sooner or
the pipe in Ills inert haDd.
later I felt that you would come,
though for what purpose God knows.”
“ Let us hope he does not.” he an
swered sardonically. "I am here on
Wji/Utl i
my own business, and my own busi
ness has no sanctity about i t I must
keep control if I nrn to win through to
the things I want.”
"The things you want!” she echoed
with deep sadness. "W hat are they
now. Stephen?”
He knelt on the marble edge o f the
fountain and caught her hand.
“ Gabrielle!” he repeated hoarsely.
“ Gabrielle!”
She looked down at him. Her free
band she laid quietly upon his.
“ You are cruel to yourself,” she said.
“ Why have you come, Stephen?"
"God knows. I have lied so much In
all these ghastly years, Gabrielle. I
have lied most o f all to my own eon-
—
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1
sclence. I have called you an episode
— n folly. I have heaped contempt on
you, ou my memory of you. nnd al
ways you have risen as now -the one
pure thing that I have loved, my one
virtue, my own Udelity— ”
“ Hush, Stephen, w e have hurled our
dead.”
“ You have— I eannot. I tried. At
first It was remorse that would not let
mo— the knowledge that 1 have ruined
you— dishonored you— ”
“ That Is not true,” she Interrupted
proudly. “ No woman—no man—has
ever Itccn dishonored hy one action.
Honor Is not n possession to he lost or
broken. It is ourselves—what we are.
I f you hail dishonored me 1 should In
different; hut I am uot different
I
have grown stronger—that is all.
1
see clearer. I niu happy.’*
“ Happy? And your name— your po
sition— your jHMiple— all lost!”
She smiled faintly.
“ Those griefs are old nnd healed.
Stephen. I have a name and a posi
tion. They are my own. aud I am a
little proud o f them. I owe you my
knowhslge o f myself and my own
strength—some hours'Illusion, a broad
er outlook, a deeper understanding of
other women's failures. Let that suf
fice between us— ”
“ I cannot.”
He sprang up with a
wild gesture of protest “ It is not re
morse that hnuuts me. I nru not the
man to feel remorse, I half loved and
half despised you. Then—that night
when I came back and found that you
knew me for what I was—a liar, a
cheat, n common spy, to be (»ought and
sold by every man—and bad left me
on the very eve o f my atonement to
you— then I knew my mvu madness.
From that hour I wanted you."
“ It’s too late. Stephen.” she said,
“ too late.
I have buried my dead,
dear. I cannot call the dead to life.
We are free and we stand alone. We
must go our ways, Stephen.”
“ 1 won’t plead. Gabrielle. I know
you better.” Then suddenly he turned
and stumbled blindly into the dark
ness of the passageway.
CH APTER XI.
Behind the Mosque.
Colonel Destlnn rode through Sldl-
bel-Abbes, and many o f those he
passed looked after him. One or two
o f his observers were soldiers wearing
a red and blue uniform o f the Legion.
They saluted first and grimaced only
after a cautious Interval.
“ Nom d’un Petard! Will the devil
never grow old?”
Women looked after him— Arab
women from behind mysterious veils,
and Europeans—all with the same fem
inine Interest In what Is strong. For
Colonel Destlnn sat his horse with
grace and ease, nnd the slight erect
figure carried the years lightly. How
many the years were no one knew.
Thus he rode slowly through the
pleasant shaded avenues, skirting the
nigger quarter, till he reached the
plateau. There he drew rein, his keen
eyes sweeping the low girdle o f olive
trees and clustering native hovels to
the far side, where the mosque ros<- up
In stately purity against the turquoise
sky. Through the graceful archway u
HOT WATER BED IS RESTFUL
flows In at one end of the tub and
out at the other.
For the harried business man, who
complains that his working day Is too
Sleeping in a bath tub full of water short, such a sleeping couch as this
He
kept at blood temperature la claimed should have a distinct appeal.
should
be
willing
to
rest
four
hours
at
by some physicians to give the re
least.
quired amount of rest In half the time
that sleeping in a bed requires. Pop
Prirfiitlve Weapons.
ular Science Monthly says. In other
The
bolo
is a kind of large single-
words, four hours’ sleep In a bathtub
edged knife, of considerable length, re
filled with water at the proper tem
sembling a machete. It Is now used as
perature— and always maintained at
an agricultural instrument or a weapon
that temperature— will result in the
of war, as occasion demands, by some
exact amount of restfulnesa that eight
of the natives of the Philippine Islands
hours In bed will give.
The bolts Is a missile weapon, consist
The explanation Is that warm water
ing o f two or more balls of stone or
completely relaxes the nerves, which
metal fastened to the ends of con
ordinary sleep does not necessarily do.
nected cords, and hurled so as to hop-
The most difficult part of this treat plo or entangle cattle and large game.
ment Is In maintaining the water at a It is used by the Gauchos and Ir. Hans
constant temperature, and for the of South America. A similar weapon
purpose of accomplishing the result a Is used by some o f the African tribes,
middle western manufacturer has re and a small form by the Eskimos for
cently brought out on the market a catching birds.
thermostatic water-control apparatus,
which, as Its name Implies, maintains
Naturally.
the water at any desired temperature.
"T h e wealthy soap manufacturer In
In practice, the patient climbs Into our neighborhood has bought a hand
a bath tub filled with water, his head some automobile."
protruding through a hole In a rubber
“ What kind Is It?”
blanket, which is strapped around the
“ I don’t know, but I should call It
edges of the tub. Water constantly a soap bubble.”
Four Hour«’ Sleep in Bathtub Said to
Be Equal to Eight of Usual
v
Kind.
“ I Tried to Kill Him," He Said Quiet
ly but Distinctly, “ and I Mean to
Kill Him.”
“ There!” she said simply. “ That Is
what you have come for. Forgetful
ness.”
He nodded. Silently he cowered back
among the ragged cushions and with
half-closed eyes began to smoke. In
the hovel there was perfect silence. As
the minutes passed the subtle m ig li1
oerfume sleeping beneath the rank
iweetness awoke, the lurking dreams
and fancies came out from among
their shadows and moved lightly to
and fro in the brightening circle of
firelight. Arnaud smiled wistfully at
them. Little by little the terrible lines
of pain drawn about his features
passed, leaving them a white peace.
A sigh broke from bis loosely parted
lips.
“ Sylvia— Sylvia— my w ife— ”
His bead dropped back—the strange-
itemmed pipe slipped from his power-
‘*88 fingers aud fell with a soft thud
doublé lino <>f Arni»« drlfted linckwarri
ami forwnrd In a loft flowlng, un
broken «tream of worshlp, and «iiddeii-
ly t'»»lotici Deatlnil m>t «pur« and giti-
loped over thè In» ! clay, «i-iilterlug tlie
«triigglcr* lo rlgl miti left
“ Madnui* Animiti!”
She turiteli wilh a little start of aur-
prlNc, ami freelug lieroelf freni lite
cumberaouie reti allppera wlilch eu-
ea«et! Iter lultdel feet, «he cimi« lo
meet litui, ber luintl outatretctiaU In
gruclous « eleolite.
"W’Iiy, ( ’idonei Destinili Toni**
“There's no tuie bere for wboni It 1«
necessary to play comedy.” he mi-
«weretl wllli brutul illrectueaa. “YoO
liuti my note?"
"Yen— ” She rrlniaoned and fallateti,
ami he swung litui h «-If lo thè ground,
looping Un- brulle over bis wrl»t.
"W e must get iiwny frolli thè t-rowtl.”
he «alti In thè «mua curi, Imperativa
tone. "It 1« falrly qulet helilntl thè
A Kansas Editorial
It warmed our hearts the other day
to aoo a top buggy, new and glisten
lug, claim a place among the motor
cura aud farm wagon a In the rank
around
Centerville's
court I ioiibo
square. When we found out who own
cd that buggy wo couldn't help hut
chuckle. Hodge's hoy Ini* the right
Idea; gasoline can mini up the roads,
hut u trusty old nag with a buggy will
find the shortest way to Hnruli's heart
Bid«« your time,-Jim ! *1 lie gootl oi l
country buggy 1« «till the king of siege
guns In Centerville'« affair« of urfec
tton. Tw o or three night« u week
y«iung Hhaw takes Hitruh for a «pin In
lit« flivver. Well, lei him and as o f
ten us In- wantal
More speed can't
win a girl like Sarah Wive Shaw hi«
choice moonlight night« and tic you
content with tin* ilurk onus. I ll« eye«
are always on the rood. Ill« hands
ar«* buay with the steering wheel, i ll«
voice Is drowned In c I iiiks and whirs
and sputters
Here lies your Incoiu
parable ad vantage, Jim. jou ran lay
«(own the reins! A long road ami a
shadowy one. Soinellilng to say and
an eternity to say It. Collier«.
Onion Seed Poor.
The average germination percentage
of onion« In Oregon Is low this year,
only f>l 90'", germinating, u« «•omp.vri’d
with 75.13'", for lust year. The ger
initiation of over 34'r of the onion
sumples was below J 5 'i.
Onions muke up over ten per cent
of all gornilnntlnn tests made In the
Oregon Braneli Heed '|i«tlng la b o ra
tory till« year.
Up to Them.
"W hy did Mendelssohn compose his
‘Bongs Without W o rd s "’ ?
“ Possibly to give the audience nn
unhiinipcred chance to talk." Louis
ville Courier Journal.
The
Inexpressi ble
rAiéAf//*c
“ Those Griefs Are Old and Healed,
Stephen.”
o f being able to cat without
any annoying distress must
have its beginning in a
strong, active stomach.
I f you suffer from poor
appetite, heartburn, cramps,
biliousness, constipation or
malaria, JUST T R Y
mosque. Take my arm. The rough
ground Is excuse enough.”
“ I f anyone «aw us they would
think—”
“ Nothing that 1« not true, mndnuia.”
She hesitated, half resentful, hall
afraid.
"I am beginning to ask myself what
Is the truth, colonel.”
“ That 1« what I have coma to tell
you.”
They walked ' tl. Overhead, from the 63 Years a Family Medicine
high tower* o f the mosque, an Arnb
chant drifted down to them through
Practical Prohibition.
the quiet nlr—
“ I extol the greatness o f the I-ord.
“ I understand you urc now one of
the officials of Crimson Gulch.”
o f G«>d the most high—”
"Y ep ,” rcplh-d llronco Boh. “ I came
They were quite alone now. On
In on tht* prohibition ticket.”
their right tin- white walls sheltered
“ And how 1« prohibition working
them; to the left tin? open sunacorched out?"
plateau. Colonel Destlnn stood still
"Fine. W e've got It fixed now no
and faced his companion.
that nobody but the particular friend»
“ Well,” lie said, “ have you nothing of ur authorities can buy or sell a
drop."— Wh-hita Eagle.
to any to me?”
“ I?” She lifted her lustrous brown
eye* to his In simple Inquiry. “ What i
should I have to any?"
“ Your husband Is safe.”
“ Oh. Desire! Yes, I bad forgotten'
about It almost. It was nn accident
He thought I was nhoiit to be attacked.
He Is so nervous and excitable, and
the night was dark. He explained It Some Have to Keep on Until
all— "
They Almost Drop. How
“ Yes. Cnptnln Arnaud explained'
Mrs. Conley Got Help.
everything.”
There was n block of,
■tone beside him and he set hi* foot
Here Is » letter from a woman who
upon it, leaning forward so that their
had
to work, but was too w>-ak nnd suf
faces were on n level. “ Madame Ar-1
nuud! Do you really think I believe fered too much to continue. How she
regained health :—
you or In you? My child, If your hue- |
band had acted as you say. he would | Frankfort, Ky. — " I suffered so much
With female weakness that I could not
have been cashiered for an Intoxicated
do my own work,
Incapable; hut he gave me Ids expla
had to hire it done.
nation. It was nn explanation which
1 hr aril « o much
men among themselves— some men—
•bout
Lydia E. Pink-
understand and accept— madness on
ham
*
Vegetable
account of a woman. I let your hus
Compound t h a t I
band go free. Do you thank me?” She
tried it. I took threo
made no answer. The graceful knowl-1
bottle* and I found
edge o f her jiowcr was gone. Her eye*
it to ho a ll you
hung on his with the blankness of a
claim. Now I feel as
will in altnyunce. “ You do not thank |
well a.« ever I did and
me," he went on deliberately. “ You
am able to do all my
would like to. You would like to play >
own work again. I
the role o f tin» faithful wronged wife. |
recommend It to any woman suffering
But I am the one person before whom
from female weakness. You may pub
you cannot act. either to yourself or to
lish my letter if you wish.
Mrs. J amf S
others. I have seen through you, nnd
C o ni . f y .C1B St. Cl.iir St., Frank fort, Ky.
your little shallow soul know* It. All
No woman Ruffering from any form o f
artifice between us Is useless. Do uot
move— stay there!” He caught her fcmaln tioublcil phon'd lose hope until
hands and held them In u grip o f Iron. she han given Lydia E. Pinkham'a Veg
H O S TE TTE R ’S
Stomach Bitters
HELP FOR
WORKING WOMEN
etable Compound a fair trial.
W ill 8ylvia be strong enough
to resist the fierce fire of sen
sual temptation which Colonel
Destlnn holds to her scorching
aoul? W ill she fall Into a moral
abyss?
• ••••■«• s-s-s-.s-s-«-«-»-
T T- t t t t I g- f
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
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