T h e Red M ir a g e
A Story of the French Legion in A tgiers
By 1« A.
R .
WYLIE
t&ll right« m e r v s l. The BobtM-Murili Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
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S y lv ia O m n ey, h er lov er. R ich a rd F s r -
q u liar, Amis, h as fallen In love w ith C a p ­
ta in A rn au d o f th e F o re ig n L egio n . In
C a p ta in S o w er's room F u rq u h a r fo rces
S o w er to h av e P re s to n 's I O. l ” s re ­
tu rn ed to him. F a r q u h a r Is helped to his
ro o m s hy O ab rlelle S m ith. S ow er d em an d*
a n ap olo g y
R efu sed , he fo rce s F a ru u h a r
to resig n his co m m issio n In re tu rn fo r
p ossession o f F a rq u f ia r 's fa th e r 's w rit­
ten co n fessio n th a t lie had m u rd ered S o w ­
e r 's fa th e r. O ab rlelle s a v e s F a r q u h a r
fro m suicide. To shield A rnuud. S y lv ia's
fian ce. F a r q u h a r p ro fesses to h ave stolen
w a r p lan s an d tells the re a l cu lp rit why
he did so As R ich a rd N am eless he Joins
th e F o re ig n L egio n and se e s S y lv ia, now
M m e.
A rn au d . m eet Colonel IV sttn n .
F a r q u h a r m e e ts S y lv ia and O ab rlelle. and
le a rn s from C o rp o ral O o e ts of th e co l­
o n el's c ru e lty . A rn au d b eco m es a d ru n k ­
a rd and opium sm ok er. S y lv ia b ecom es
frien d ly w ith Colonel D esllnn.
A rn au d
b ecom es Jealo u s of F a rq u h a r. F a rq u h a r.
on g u ard a t a villa w h ere a d a n ce Is In
p ro g ress, is sh ot down by A rn aud . A r­
naud Justifies his In san ely Jealo u s a ctio n
to Colonel D estinn. A rnuud g o es to a d a n c ­
ing girl w ho lov es him fo r co m fo rt. O a ­
brlelle m eets Low e, fo r w hom sh e had
sacrificed position an d rep u taU o n . and
tells him she Is free fro m him.
S y lv ia
n iets D estinn behind th e m osque.
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Col. Destinn understands what
a mean littln soul Sylvia has
and she knows he does. As a
result of his power over her.
do you believe she will surren-
her herself to him—a man with-
out honor or mercy?
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CHAPTER XI—Continued.
She tried to wrench her hands free.
the while her eyes remained In help­
less attendance on his.
“Colonel Destinn—you are Insult­
ing—you have no right—’*
“I am not Insulting. And If 1 were
you would have to listen to me. The
power I have over you Is yours over
me. We belong together. Madame Ar­
naud, by virtue of our vice. We are
both corrupt, worthless—you In your
way, I In mine. Hear me out, please!
I am n brutal man, and 1 am tearing
down the veil with brutal bands. Rut
no matter—you will have It mended
by tomorrow. For an hour I choose
that you should see clearly. You have
hounded two men to their ruin—In all
Innocence. Y’ou set yourself on a false
pedestal which they could not reach—
you set them a task which they could
not accomplish without using your own
methods. They had not your powers
of assuming virtue nor my powers of
valuing your peculiar worth. The one
man virtually committed suicide at the
altar of your perfection, the other
murder.”
He stopped entirely. It was as
though his own thoughts had engulfed
his knowledge of her existence. She
drew her hands away, und he made no
effort to retain them.
“Colonel Destinn,” she said gently.
T think yon must be mad. Even If
the dreadful things you have said were
true, why should you say them to me?
I gave you my friendship because you
seemed to need It—a little, as you say,
because I myself was lonely and un-
iappy. Rut does that merit so much
brutality in return?”
"Forgive me. madame. I am a ruf­
fian. 1 have forgotten the language.
See, I am pleading with you for my
life, my sanity. A soul in hell—a soul
that you could save cries out to you as
to the last hope of Its salvation. Are
you a woman and have not the cour­
age to hold out a band from your own
grief to a deeper grief, a deeper de­
spair? Will you turn away from me
Sylvia?”
"Colonel Destinn, we shall neither of
ns find peace in evil,” she said. “You
have done wrong—you have thrown a
shadow on a friendship fhat I treas­
ured. Whatever we have to bear we
must bear bravely and with honor."
“What do I ask of you?” He took
her hands between his own and held
them caressingly. “Only what you say
you have given me—friendship, but
friendship freed from false convention
and hypocrisy, friendship that dare be
Itself and its own law. I need you. A
man's fate lies in your hands.”
lie broke off, and she too was silent.
In hl.s silence there was covered irony
in hers fear. Her eyes no longer met
his. She was gazing fixedly across the
plateau to where a dark stream flowed
out from between the hanks of olive
and Ciime on swiftly, its surface,
caught by the evening sun, glittering
in long Hi es of stiver.
“Look,” she said under her breath.
He glanced over his shoulder. A
harsh bugle note rang through the
penc-fu! evening stillness, and as
though the sound had held enchant­
ment the stream recoiled, rolled hack
on ilse f I p waves of light, and then
a in i! mn.ttol thunder came to rest
Colo*.•*! I'estinn nodded.
| "It Is their lost camp-out before we
' go south,” he said. "We are golug
! south. Dfd you know that?'
“No,” she said lu that same low
1 one.
“There Is the road to be completed—
my road. Until you came It was my
life—the thing I deadened my brain
with—a kind of narcotic. It ia the
finest military road in Algiers, and In
three motitha It will be finished.“ He
looked her deep Into the eyes. "There
are limits to human patience. I had
not meant to outlive my ambition. It
was tbe term I had set myself. Shall
I come back. Sylvia?”
She made no answer. She seemed
only iii part to understand him. Rut
Instinctively she recognized that the
pleasant intermezzo of romance which
she bad played to her own boredom
moment. She t«mch',d Hie lightly*
clasped hand* with ii gentle rniupns-
alou. lint her eyes war** fixed ubsetitly
In front of her.
“I don’t know." she said. “I expect
we all feel like that sometime*—when
we stop taking ourselves for granted.
Or perhapa—unkuown to you —the
erlals la there."
“The erlsls?” Outside In the court­
yard Sylvia A maud’» ear had enught
the sound of heavy footsteps. She roise
with a painful change of expression,
then, as she saw her c qupaulon’s face,
became calm, gently InilKTerent, with­
out trace of the sudden outburst save
for the heightened color, lliu feverish
bright lies* of her eye*.
Dcalre Arnuud glanced at her as he
entered. She hud resumed lier corre­
spondence und did uot turn, but the
quiet disparagement of her attitude
seemed too usual to alTeet him. lie
crossed the room nod. tossing Ilia kepi
oil the table, sank wearily in the chair
which Uubrlelle had Just vacated. Uls
uniform was soiled and dust atalned.
and the tine yellow sand of the desert
seemed to have crept luto the deep fur­
rows of tils face, marking them out
as with a merciless pencil.
Unbridle Smith turned from him.
nnd went quietly to the ten table and
began to pour out. Rut tie did not
seem to see her. The w hide man tutd
sunk Into a heavy stupor, beyond the
reach of sound apparently, without
know ledge of tils surroundings. Yet a»
Ilia w Ife rose from her place he
stirred, hi* eyes followed under the
heavy white-lushed lids.
"W ait a moment. I have something
to say to you."
She stopped Her fnlr head was
throw u back slightly; her feature*
would have lieen expressionless but for
the faint suggestion of contempt about
the mouth.
First Aid to a
Weak Stomach
H O S TE TTE R ’S
Stom ach Bitters
F O R T H E A P P E T IT E
“I am glad to hear such good tilings
of Richard.” she wrote, and then added
T H E D IG E S T IO N
“Sylvia Arnaud” lu prliu neat letters.
T H E L IV E R
When the envelope had been addressed
and dosed site sat back wltb a little
AND B E W E L S -
exclamation of relief.
“How I bate letters,” she »aid Irrita­
bly. "They are the worst form of so­
cial hypocrisy without even a cup of
tea or nice frocks to make them bear­
able. You never write letters, do you.
Miss Smith?”
A Family Remedy for 63 Years
Miss Smith. Intent on mending a
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beautiful bertha collar of brussela lace,
Sunflower Philosophy.
did not look up.
Patriotism
rarely consists of voting
“I have no one to whom It Is worth
a straight ticket
while pretending.'' site said In her di­
There Is also the sort of morality
rect way. “And even if they were
| that is due to cold feet.
worth whilA I doubt if I should think
Most men are busy enough not to
so."
want to serve on a Jury.
“You have really no friends—no re­
When u man says plain talk he
lations?”
i means unpleasant talk
“No one.”
A friend Is a useful Institution If
j you don't use him too much.
The light from the tall rose-colored
Hometlmes n line of hot ulr Is digni­
lamp behind her fell softly ou her
fied hy calling it a propaganda.
bent head and drew warm golden col­
It seems impossible for one to do
ors from the thick colls of hair ns
j
his
duty und keep off everybody's toes.
usually neatly plaited Into obedience
While one Is paying Interest he
Her hands, busy with the delicate
j shouldn't lead too many reform move-
task, were also In tbe light, and their
manta.
extraordinary whiteness and beauty &
Complications somi'tltncs represent
Hat Arnaud learned of 8yl-
caught Sylvia’s wandering attention
via’» meeting with Col. Destinn, X that part of un Illness the doctors (all
' to understand
“What wonderful hands you have!"
and In his madness. Is he sbout
x
It wasn't a lack of raw material
she said, with . delightful spontaneous
to shoot her and then commit
\ which eliminated the shell game ns u
enthusiasm. “One would think you
suicide?
3 side line of tile circus Atchison Globe.
si>ent half your days looking nfter
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them—which, of course, you enn't do.”
I r < * m l i t ) N T I N t :K t > *
I*“ ' "
Obliging.
"They are heaven's customary com
petisntlon to ugly women." Mis* Smith
At n certain church In the Jer*oy
HOW THE GRIPPE IS SPREAD ! town it is the Invariable custom of tho
answered, smiling.
Sylvia turned away Impatiently, nnd
! clergyman to kiss the bride after tho
the old pucker of nervous restlessness Gathering of Large Crowds In Bsdly ceremony. A young woman who wus
about to be married In this church did
crept back between her brows. For a
Ventilated Places Is One of the
1 not relish the prospect and Instructed
few minutes neither nninuo spoke.
Chief Causes.
her prospective husband to tell the
clergyman that she did not wish hlin
It may be Interesting to a consider­ to kiss her. The bridegroom obeyed
able number of persona to know that the Instructions given.
the handy term, "la grippe.” which Is
"Well, Harry." said the young wom­
quite as expressive If deprived of the an when lie appeared, "did you tell
"la" and reduced to four letters, comet the minister that I did not wish him
to us from the French verb "gripper.” ! to kiss me?”
"Yes."
no-lining to seize, clutch or nab. and all
“And
what did he say?”
three of these terms in English are
“He said that. In that case, he would
required fully to express tho condition 1 charge only half the usual fee.”
of the victim of tho dread visitation.
Even among physicians there Is a ten­
dency to Indeflnlteness In naming dis­
eases of the naso pharyngeal organs,
nearly every kind of severe cold. In­
fluenza. coryza or catarrh being called
grippe. Dr Charles Ifalptn Nnmmack,
visiting physician of Uellovuo hospital,
says. In tho New York Medical Record,
‘Colonel Destinn," She Said Gently,
that tho present epidemic, which Is a Mr3. Sh eld o n S p en t $ 1 9 0 0 fo r
“I Think You Must Be Mad.”
national affair, has depended for Its
T re a tm e n t W ith ou t B e n e ­
spread and success on three main fac­
had ended abruptly, leaving her at the
fit. F in a lly M ad e W e ll by
tors: The tremendous variation In
mercy of an Incalculable force. This
climatic
conditions;
tho
crowding
to­
L y d ia EL P in k h am ’s V e g ­
man. as be had said, held the reins.
gether of grent maBst-B of people in
Colonel Destinn laid his hands on
e ta b le C om pound.
badly ventilated cars, moving picture
her shoulders. “Poor child!" he said
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shows and other halls, and tho con­
almost pityingly. "You cannot choose ,
Englewood, III. — “ W h i l e g o i n g
tamination
of
the
air
which
they
have
the straight path even to the devil.
through the Change o f Life I suffered
been obliged to breathe, by tho cough­ --------------------------- *with headaches,ner-
Who am I to blame? Come, I will
ing. sneezing and Bplttlng of those al­
j vousness, flashes of
make an end for you. You need not
ready suffering from some form of re­
I heut, and I suffered
choose; leave it to destiny—to me.
so much I did not
spiratory Infect m. usually of tho com
There is only one thing I ask. Reform
know what I waa
mon cold type. Under direction of tbe
I go south 1 must say good-by to you
doing at times. I
New
York
hoard
of
health
the
police
of
You will come? It is the only answer
spent $1900 on doc­
that city arrested In one week more
I shall need.”
tors und not one did
"Wait a Moment, I Have Something than 1.C00 persons for expectorating In
mo any good. Ono
A Jewish woman laden with flow­
to Say to You."
public places. Of these, 1,400 suffered
day a lady called at
ers came round the corner of the
conviction and fines It is noted that
my house and said
mosque, singing a monotonous Arab Then suddenly Sylvia broke the silence epidemics of grippe an a clinical entity
she hail been as Hick
—with a rush, as though a deep re­
song. Colonel Destinn bowed.
as I was atone time,
have been recognized for almost a hun­
luctance had been swept aside by a
“Au revoir, Madame Arnaud."
and Lydia E Pink-
dred years, but It was not until 1892
She turned from him with a little deeper need of speech.
ham’s Ve g e t a b l e »
that the bacilli were discovered In tbe
"Do you believe the dead see us.
Com round mm Jo her well,no I took it arul
strained smile about her white lips.
sputtum of the sufferer.
now I am ju st ns well as I ever was. I
Miss Smith?" she asked.
“Au revoir. Colonel Destinn."
cannot understan i why women don’t
Miss Smith looked up then, her eyes
Tbe flower-seller came up to her, of­
Minerals In New Mexico.
ace how much pain anu suffering they
fering her a sprig of Jasmine, and she full of shadowy thought
In
the
days when New Mexico was would escape by taking your medicine.
"I don't know,” she answered, half
accepted and paid for it with a me­
a hinterland an Indian showed some I cannot praise it enougn for it saved
chanical self-possession. Convention to herself. “Rut there Is one thing of specimens of rock he had found on my life and kept mo from the Insano
had lent her the strength to appear in­ which we can be sure—our instinct, Raldy Peak to white men, who recog­ Hospital.’ ’—Mrs. E. S heldon , 6067 S.
different. Yet her hand trembled. The our conscience, if we feel that the nized them aa copper ore. and who, Ilalstod S t , Englewood, III.
Physicians undoubtedly did their best,
woman looked up into her face with a dead see us, then we know that we guided by the Indlrn. found the ledge
are standing at the crossroads— be­
battled with this rase steadily and could
bold smile.
and
located
a
prospect.
Tho
men
do­
no more,but often the most scientific
"Let madame keep the flower ever tween good and evil—and that we ing development work on this copter do
treatm ent is surpassi-d by tho medicinal
must
choose.”
She
got
up
quickly,
for
with her,” she said. “It carries a bless­
Sylvia Arnaud had dropped forward prospect In 18GR found plncer gold and properties of tne good old fashion«*!
ing to a pure heart.”
traced It to Its parent ledge.
The roots and herbs contained in Lydia E.
Sylvia Arnaud nodded aDd passed wltb her face burled in her hands and placers yielded $2.21)0,000 and tho gold Pink ham's Vegetable Compound.
the white, beautiful shoulders were
on.
If nny co m p licatio n exists It
quivering. “Madame Arnaud. what Is mine about $1,163,00<>, bu the rich ore
waa exhausted In a few years, and for nnya t o w r i t e t h e L y d i a K. P l n l c -
it? Have I hurt you?”
luim M e d ic in e C o., L y n n , M u ss.,
CHAPTER XII.
“No, not you. Rut I am nnhappy— over forty years desultory prospecting f o r s p e c ia l f r e e a d v i c e .
for
other
ore
bodies
wus
carried
on
terribly unhappy. I never felt It be­
In recent
The Choice.
fore, but I feel tonight that my brother without notable results.
Sylvia Arnaud sat at lier small writ­ is dead. Until now I always had hope years prospecting based on the
ing table beneath the lamp, and before —and now I have none.” She lifted geologic relations of the old ore body
putting lier signature to the completed her tear-stained, twisted young face to resulted in the discovery of a new
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letter before her reread Mrs. Farqu- the woman beside her. “I think I body of rich ore, which has yielded
H n ffM ifiil Horn«
har’s concluding sentences. “You will loved my brother," she said. "You nearly $250,000 In ten months and lg
Kerned it«
he pleased to hear that Richard has won't believe me—you think I am vain still producing.
HU ra e ce M fg l h erb-
settled down at last,” Mrs. Farquhar and shallow and heartless, and you
fit rem edies euro all
kinds o f ailm en t* o f
New Use for Hopvlnea.
had written in her sprawling, reckless may be right. I—I am not sure of
men and women w ith ­
One of the latest results of the ef­
hand. “He has taken a ranch in Aus­ anything except my brother. I have
out operation .
used
from th e
w onderful
tralia and Is doing very well. I have been trying to go right down Into my­ forts of Germany’s «.dentists to aid
C hine«* herb*, root*,
even hopes that some day soon I shall self, but I can only find darkness and the fatherland 1a tho discovery that
hud* and vegetable«, which are unknown to
tiie m edic«! « rie n c * o f th i* coun try.
have news from him of the sort dear to confusion. 1 wnnt to stop thinking— hopvlnes make an excellent material
W rite for blank »nd c ircu la rs.
Rend ■Ump.
every woman’s heart—though heaven to he like I was—but I can 't Even for paper. Jute and charcoal.
C O N S U L T A T IO N FK K K . Addr.-s*
knows why. He asked me in his last my love for my brother doesn’t seem
Hie C. Gee Wo Chinese Medicine Co.
letter to be remembered to you.”
indla Is now said to he producing
so certain. What Is It—what has hap­
162V% F ir s t S t., P ortland. Or«.
morn coal than all the other Rrltlafe
Sylvia Arnuud sighed and picked up pened to me?”
M ention Papor.
her pen.
dependencies.
Oabrlelle Smith did not answer for a
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