Legion’« cemetery— Philip Grey, No. a « *-” _ w — - “Y u — I remember— thank yo __| She did not see him go. She C.jmaA quickly and went out into the court­ yard. A voice called her by name with monotonous persistency, but aba didn't hear i t There was a woman with flowers to sell standing hesitantly in the passage, but she did not see her. , She had grown deaf and blind to the I present. Sbe was looking back along ; tbe road she had come, and sbe saw I the fate she had Invoked stalking in­ visible beside her. “Sylvia! Sylvia!” The flower-girl still stood in tbe shadowy passage. Imperturbably, with Inscrutable eyes, she watched Sylvia „ 0 .«» her Arnaud's figure stand out for a mc- comrode said to me: T e.l her tb. against the sunlit avenue sud faith In me made many things poa- | * slble. Tell her that the reality was dl‘ *P P **r; more beautiful than the mirage. j “A strange message." She tried to 3112, Legion "Philip Grey, 1 laugh, but the laugh shook and broke off. “I shall endeavor to remember." Btrangere.” Sylvia knelt, with clasped hands, and “My comrade will thank you, ma­ gazeil at the roughly-cut letters. dame.” He saluted and turned to go. But Around her and above her a sea of on the threshold of the wide-open win­ crosses lifted up their gaunt black dows he baited. He seemed to be look­ arms— hundreds upon hundreds. In tba ing at something, and suddenly, to her voiceless Identical supplication of for­ angry amazement he stopped and gotten things. She prayed softly. She picked up a sliver frame from the bric- did not cry. She felt herself surround­ ed with a peace that was above tears. a-brac on the low table. “What are you dotug?” she demand­ Little by little the flood was flowing back on Its old course. Sbe was think­ ed imperatively. He faced her with an ease and de- ing what she should say to Destlnn when he came to claim her. She would cleion that startled her. rise up and point to this piteous un­ “Who Is this, madame?” tended mound. “This lies between “Are you mad? Shall I have to re­ us." she would say to him. She would port you to your colonel?” not curse him. In expiation she She glanced at the photograph which would claim Richard Farquhar’s life. he held toward her. Against her will, She would go back to her husband; she forced by an Indescribable fascination, would tnke up the broken threads and her eyes rose again to his face. Aud weave them to tbe perfect pattern. She suddenly the pulse stood still, drowned would carry with her the memory of In a rushing flood of Incoherent ter­ that brief glimpse of her own soul, of rors. her own love. The dead are not In 'T h a t was my brother.” vain—It was a beautiful thought— She used the past tense for the first Steps sounded on the gravel path­ time with that deadly sense of convic­ way. Sbe looked up. but It was not tion. The legionary unfastened bis Destlnn who came toward her. It was tunic and drew out something, which the flower-seller, her basket crowded be laid quietly on the table beside her. with fresh blossoms. “Then this belongs to you,” be said “Roses, madame? Roses to offer to simply. the dear dead?" Mechanically she took up the little “Ah. yes. I thank you. Give me all locket and opened I t Inside was the that you have." thing she knew that she would find, She covered the low mound with gor­ her own miniature— a valueless, ama­ geous red and gold. The beauty of It teurish effort done In her schoolgirl —of this chance— lifted her grief on years for her adored comrade. soft wings to a gentle, almost happy “I knew him as Philip Grey, resignation. She said, smilingly, “I madame. He gave It me nearly two shall come every dn.v. and every day years ago—when he was dying.” you must bring me nil your flowers." "Then—he Is dead?” She wondered what It was—wbat He made a grave pitying movement had come over her. Something had of assent happened. There had been a sharp, “He wns my friend, mndame. He insignificant little pain between ber belonged to my company. He was not shoulders—a mere nothing. She caught strong, and one day out In the desert her breath; It hurt her, and she turned he gave way. He went mad, I think— slowly, her eyes wide open with a mad with exhaustion and thirst He childish amazement disobeyed orders, and they gave him a “What has happened?” double burden. He broke down, and The woman opposite her said noth- they left him out there—In tbe desert." Ing. Her face, through the rising m ist “How long ago?" wns blank, unreadable^ Sylvia put ber "As I have said—nearly two years. fingers to her lips—sbe did not know It was Colonel Destlnn’s great forced why she had done so; she saw now march south—one hundred and fifty that there was blood on her fingers. kilometers In three days. Many of us Sbe remembered that she had kissed died on the road.” one of the roses. Perhaps It had bled. She laughed suddenly. She bad the She tried to turn back again. Her odd feeling that there waa a third per­ limbs were curiously heavy—almost son In the room—a black faceless leadeD. Then she dropped, face down­ shadow that had laughed with her. Sbe ward, amid the scattered roses. had to make a great effort to regain (T O B E C O N T I N U E D .) her composure. “Yes—and then?" Meet Conditions as Th e y Rise. “Afterward they allowed me to go j No man knows wbat is ahead of to­ back and fetch his body. I did not day. or what Is Just around the cor­ know his real name, but he had given ner. The only thing for us to do la to me the locket and It occurred to me step where we can see clearly today, that If ever bis people knew they and be prepared to meet with confi­ would be glad that he had not been dence and courage the obstacles which left out there—alone. He lies In the may arise tomorrow. T h e R ed M irage Fora Galled Horse A Story o f the French Legion in Algiers By L, A. R. WYLIE U lln a h u m e r i t Tba Bobbr-ManiU C oJ gin a new life together In a new world, CHAPTER XX—Continuad. my wife. There will be no shadow —ID— Tbe clear eye« darkened. Oabrlelle between na where we are going—” She shrank from him, half lu horror, Smith did not take the extended hands. half in vague fear. He was dying, Her own were clasped before her. “I base come to plead with you, and be seemed so sure. He did not ask for forgiveness; there was no re­ Madame Arnaud—not to Judge.” “And If I promise you—If I tell yon morse In his sunken eyes— rather a His band still that 1 will do all that lies in my grave, serene pity. held hers. There was a power In Its power—” "Then ray errand Is accomplished." weakness which terrified her: she felt Sylvia’s hands dropped. It struck as though she would never be able to her that this woman bad a mean soul, free herself. “8ylvla—yon will not leave me? I coarsened with rough contact with the world. She could not rise to the high feel as though I could rest with you altitudes of forgiveness and reconcili­ beside me. You will stay?" “Yes—yes." ation. She could only grnsp the ma­ "I have loved you so greatly, my terial things of life. Sylvia caught a glance of her own reflr-tlon the wife. I have been down to hel! for glass opposite, and she saw bow ethe­ love of you, and now 1 am fighting my real her own beauty had become. After way back— to you—to the light Love all, beauty is the outward and visible Is stronger thau sin—than death—than sign. Suddenly her name was called— <5od himself—” His voice trailed off roughly yet piteously—and her eyes again, bis eyelids dropped, hiding the pale light of ecstatic delirium. sank. The nurse entered on tiptoe. “That's my husband,” she said "There Is a man—a soldier— In the gravely. “Even In bis delirium be Is always calling for me. The dying are drawing room, madame,” she whis­ sacred, are they not? We must for­ pered. "H e brings a message for mudame— It must be delivered at once. give them as we forgive the dead." I will keep watch while madam« Is "Y es,” Gabrlelle assented. " I must go to him. But I will do gone." She nodded. He had sent for her. She what I have promised. I— I will atone for him. Perhaps It may soothe him— wns going to him. Nothing mattered comfort him to think thnt the wrong now. She had waited long enough. he has done has been lighted—don't The little fragile chain of self-control had snupped. She was going to him you think?" —now. cost what It would. Yet out­ “ Perhaps." wardly she was quite calm as she But Oabrlelle Smith did not seem to see the extended hand. There was a hard line about the One mouth, and without greeting—almost as though goaded by an Impatient contempt—she went out of the open French windows Into the brnzen glare of the afternoon. Sylvia Arnaud watched the slight up­ right figure vauish Into the archway beyond the courtyard. She was vague­ ly disconcerted—like an actress Isft suddenly without her cue—and be­ neath the tranquil consciousness of vlr- tue there stirred the old hatred, the old m istrust In the sIckrooraTairw as'stlll "again. The blinds were drawn, and In the green-tinted shadows Desire’s face showed like a white light She went softly over to bis bedside and sat down, looking at him. Ills eyes were closed and be appeared to sleep. A cold wonder crept over her. He had changed so completely In those few months of their married life that the change censed to be terrible. This wns not the man whose fleeting, un­ known fascination had caught her rest­ less fancy—not even the man she bad grown weary of. He wns nothing—a mere husk of something that had once been. Still, as she sat there aud looked back on those months, many things became triumphantly clear to her. She understood why she had grown weary, and why weariness hnd changed to nausea. He was a hnd man. He had sinned; he had let another suffer for him, and had pursued bis victim with a relentless hatred. Her woman’s In­ “Who Is Thla, Madame?" stinct had recognized the evil and had passed Judgm ent Beside him Rich­ ard Farquhar's figure gleamed In the pushed aside tbe curtains. Only the BURIED WITH HAND MIRRORS consists of several strands of car- limelight of her Imagination—a cheva­ uneven color of her cheeks might have nellan beads inscribed with the car­ lier of the old school, quixotic and betrayed her. touche of Sesostris. The government Tombs Tell Stories of Vanity That Was “Yea?" abe enld Interrogatively. romantic. But she did not love him. of Egypt will keep a part of this neck­ Marked in Ancient Egyptian Tbe legtouary standing against the Perhaps there was even somewhere In lace, and Doctor Fisher will send the Women. her a vague contempt—at le a st a light turned aud clapped bis heels to­ remainder of it to Philadelphia. gether. slightly pntronlzlug pity strengthened “Bury me with my mirror—so when "A letter, madame. to be delivered In by the knowledge that now his salva­ l become a mummy I can see if my hat Our Increasing Population. tion was In her tímida. Her thoughts your bands.” Census bureau experts estimate that “ I thank you." Her voice sounded is on straight." passed on from him to the Implacable, So spoke the wives and daughters of the population of the United States ruthless man who had come back to gentle, graciously courteous. She tore ____________ _ to _ on January 1 was 101.208,315, and that according her out of the Jaws of death, and to open the letter with steady fingers. seven thousand years ago, ■whom she was going with the sur­ “Will you take back a message from evidence dug up at Dendereh, one of by July 1 next *t will be 102,017,302. the oldest cities of Egypt, by the Eck- On July 1 last year they figured the render of her whole self. And as she me?” she asked. "Such are my orders, madame." thought of him Invisible hands tore ley B. Coxe, Jr., expedition sent out by population at 100,399,318. "W ill you tell Colpnel Destlnn the Philadelphia Cntverstty museum. down the veil, and she saw the pic­ Or. the basis of the rate of increase ture that he had painted of her—saw • Y es'r Dr. Clarence S. Fisher, director of the between the 1900 and the 1910 cen­ "Is that all madame?" It aud shrank from It even though she expedition, has sent report of the op­ suses the bureau estimates that there “That la all." knew that It was the I n s i g n i a of his erations. is an increase of 808,997 in the popula- Yet he remained motionless, watch­ power. The vanity of the women of those tion of the United States every six Desire's eyes opened. They rested ing her. early dr#s was revealed by some an- “ onths. or an annual increase of 1 ,. “Madame. I have another message. full on her faca, and lu their recogni­ clent graves which the university ex- 617-994- The census estimate is that tion, their pathetic, helpless worship It is for auother lady—a Mademoi­ plorers opened. In several of these the Population of the country is in- she regained herself and the height« of selle Oabrlelle. who Is Madame's com graves they found highly polished cre«slng at the rate of 4.433 a day— pa nlon.” her virtue. She bent over him. bronze mirrors, which had been buried j 18,1 eT*ry hour and 3 1-15 persons ev- "From whom?" "Are yon better. Dealre?" with the women, who were supposed to ery minute. “From a comrade who dies at day­ •’Sylvia." Ills hand groped feebly need them after death. Western states have led in growth for hers. She touched It kindly, she break.” Another grave, that of a child, con- Wa8h'ngton heading the list, with Sbe caught her breath Inaudlbly. would not reproach him. She was for­ giving him. He wns golug to die. The pulse stopped for a moment In tained a cow. which was supposed to j °.k,ahoma. Nevada. North Dakota and Aud then she would be free. She did the full course of her reckless purpose nourish the dead In another a dog New Mex,co following in the ord°r not think of her freedom. 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