“ Please! it would b* rlpplug really hull story nbout being wounded and
to do something.'*
t h e n " the sergeant started to My,
The captain perceived that tiie In when Streetmnn Interrupted bltn.
action ot waiting for an attack was
“ Never mind that! I tell you I’ ve
One efficient way to remove
fast setting Guy's nerves on edge. And Information that's vital to Knglaiid."
nasal catarrh is to treat its cause
lie Insisted.
at last he gave hi* consent
which in most cases is physical
But the captain was still susplelous
For a tittle time Guy called out dl
weakness. The system needs
roetIona to the captain, who *t«Hui at 1 o f til III.
“ My
Dime's
Lee— Walter
I*ee."
the telephone relaylug Guy's Instruc
more oil and easily digested
tion* to the battery. In the light fur Streetmnn asserted, “ formerly of the
liquid-food, and vou should
nished by the British bomb* the youth British iirm.v, I've been lu husluess In
take a spoonful ot
ful lieutenant carefully watched the Belgium ttie automobile business. My
effect o f the shells that whistled over paper* there will prove what I say.
their heads and hurst Increasingly The Germans took my factory—kept
nearer to the Teuton artillery.
me prisoner all night In the cellar.
“ Right on a gnu!" Guy shouted at That's when I learned their pluna from
last. " I saw It crumple! That'* It! some major Major vou Brenig and s
Keep the ruuge at twenty nine fifty!" Captain Karl. I could listen to them
The words were hardly out of til* talking - there were holes In the floor
mouth before he came toppling from from that shell tire. I realized what
hi* perch. The captain and one o f the It would mean to England If I could
privates caught the limp figure Just he bring word to the British army of this
after each meal to enrich your
. fore It struck the ground, and they laid secret plan o f the Germans. During
blood and help heal the sensi
him tenderly upou the dirt floor of the night I managed to escape through
tive membranes with its pure
Trench 27.
the cellur window. They followed uie.
oil-food properties.
“ They've got him. . . . He’s not and I got one o f their bayonets lu the
The
results of this Scott’ m
dead, though.” . _. . Captain Monta shoulder. They left me for dead: hut
E muigion treatment will
gut* kneeled beside the lad and tieut It was only a flesh wound. Aud for
over him. And a corporal with some the Inst twenty hours I've been seek
surprise those who have used
knowledge of first aid procedure un ing the British position somewhere
irritating snuffs and vapors.
dertook to stop tiny's bleed ^ig
He near Trench 27— for that's tiie vital
was seriously wounded -th at much spot—when your sergeant caught me."
“T r e n c h 27. <-ti 7" the c a p t a in sa id .
was clear. And he was unconscious.
“ Yea!" Streetman nuswered eagerly
“ Beastly dull” —so Guy had been
w-rltiiig Georgy Wagstaff. "A w fu lly “ Is It near here?”
hot— no excitement. Haven't seen a
"Remember, sir. you are not ques
Q o r Q Q
German or any decent food. But that tinning me." Captain Montague replied.
doesn't matter. Tell mother I'm being
“ So you won't believe me?
Yet
careful.”
you've looked at my papers.
Don't
“ Poor kid!” Charlie Ilrowu ex they convince you?"
claimed.
It was a grim business—
“ Taper* nre easily forged.” Monta
war!
gtie told him. Still, he was somewhat
"Sad— very sad!" the captain agreed Impressed by the other's glib tale,
"But perhaps he’ll pull through: and If und he allowed the captive to proceod
he doesn't— well! forgive me. Mr. with hla story.
Brown. If I seem heartless— hut re
"The Gertnaus are to attack tonight
member! this Is new to yon and he’s In force at your Trench 27. In the hope
only one, and I've seen so many!” of cutting through the Rrltisb Hues."
Captain Montague noticed that the Htreetiuuu continued.
S a fe and Su re
“ Your only B
American correspondent was white chance is to hriug up every possible
and somewhat unsteady.
man to protect that trench. Otherwise
"I feel a bit shaken. Do you mind w e’ll be beateu.
You see what It
He Knew It Was Dangerous.
If I go back now?” Charlie asked.
means. . . . Ah! There’s your Held
“ Certainly not!”
telephone! Let me communicate with
An Englishman was seeing hla first
They’ll understand!" game of baseball, aud tho "fa n " was
“ i f I come ncross the surgeon or any headquarter*!
explaining the different plays as they
of the Red Cross, you don't mind If I He started for the telephone.
send them back, do you?”
Charlie
But Captain Montague sprang la were being made.
“ Don't you think It’s great?" enthus
wanted to do what he could to help bis front o f him.
iastically asked the “ fan.”
friend.
“ Keep away from that Instrument!"
“ W ell.” replied tho Englishman, " I
Tiie captain readily gnve bis assent. he commanded. And. turning to the think it s very exciting, but also a
“ I'm through with war.” Churlte sergeatit. he ordered him to take the very dangerous game."
Brown said as he shook hands with prisoner to he.idquurtrr*.
"You ran
“ Dangerous nothing,” replied the
Montague. "I'm off to London. I’ ll explain to them.” he Informed Street- "fan."
Just then a runner was put out at
see his mother there, and that kid girl man.
o f his— and then go to New York,
“ By then It may he too late.” tba i*< * "lid bane.
"W hat has happened now?" asked
where there's no war. thank God! And fellow replied. “Their uttack was to
the Englishman.
you know. Cap. when I’ m home, sit- be at midnight.”
“ Chick Smith has died at second,”
“ Indeed!’’ tiie English officer ex laconically replied the fan.
tlug at my desk, looking down over
Broadway where war only means some claimed dryly.
“ It’s past midnight
“ Died at second ?” replied the aston
And straightway he berame ished Briton. "1 knew It was danger
more headlines on tiie front page about now."
some unpronounceable places, and yon more doubtful than ever of the ous game."— Indies' Home Journal.
turn over the paper to see how stocks stni tiger’s *tory.
Dr. Tierce’s Pellets are best for liver,
"Then they're likely to charge any
closed, or who won the game— when
I’ m back there and the war stuff minute," the spy doe la red with well- bowels and stomach. One little Pellet
“ I’ ve got to tele for a laxative three for a cathartic.
comes over the wire, I'll be thinking of simulated alarm.
you fellows over here under fire, and phone. It's for England! I beg of you
Sounded Like It.
I’ ll be wishing you luck, old man. the to believe me! Let me Inform bead- '
“ Gertrude,” asked
the
teacher,
best o f lock!”
quarter*— let them decide!
!>• you
“ what were the causes of tho Revolu
The captain thanked him: and they dare take the responsibility?”
tionary war?”
One o f the privates on guard sud
said good-by.
“ It had something to do with auto
Charlie lingered for one last look denly ended out.
mobiles, but I did not understand Just
“ Somethin' crawlin’ out there, oap- what." replied Gertrude.
at the wounded Guy.
"Oh. no," said tho teacher; "that
" I hope you pull through, old boy!” taln! Looks like a mnn!"
The sergeant faced to the front was before the day of automobiles.”
he said; he knew, though, that Guy
"W ell, it said it was on account of
could not hear him. “ Do what you can with gun ready for action.
for him, won’t you?” he asked the cap
“ He's coinin’ this way!” another sol unjust taxis,” said Gertrude, firm ly.—
Exchange.
tain. “ I know his mother. . . . This dier cried.
whole business Is hell. Isn’t It?”
Streetman saw another chance for
A Point of Reliability.
Ills plnn to succeed, and he quickly
"Anyhow,”
said the weary election
CH APTER XXII.
seized It.
forecaster. "I'm thankful for the Pan
“ You see, captain, It'a the atart of ama canal.”
A Meeting In the Trenches.
their uttack!" he said excitedly. "For
“ What has that to do with the sit
Charlie Brown had gone, and Cap God's sake let me telephone!” he uation?"
tain Montague had ordered his men to begged.
“ It’s the only great American Insti
place Guy upon a heap o f straw, where
At last Captain Montague was con tution that permits me to predict a
landslide with any degree o f confi
he must lie until the doctor came. In vinced.
Trench 27 an atmosphere o f sadness
“ Quickly then— telephone!” he said. dence.” — Washington Star.
had succeeded the nlr o f light-hearted And while Streetmnn sprnng to the
About the Children.
carelessness that Charlie Brown had Instrument, the British officer ordered
"W
h
o
can
name a word with an T
found when he arrived there.
The his men to their stations. “ Keep your
In It?’’ queried the teacher of the Ju
candle still flickered upon the table eyes open— and give ’em the best we've venile class.
round which the poker players had got!” he urged them.
"N e e d le !” exclaimed a bright little
lately sat.
But all thought o f that
Meanwhile, out there In the moon miss.
frivolous game had vanished from light between the two lines o f trenches,
“ Construct a sentence using the
their minds. It was not that they had that dark figure crawled nearer. Rifle word grewsome,” ’ said the teacher.
"W hen the man stopped shaving his
not already seen many o f their men Are crackled out from the German
shot down.
But Guy Falconer had watchers, und the skulker broke Into whiskers grewsome more,” answered
Willie.
quickly endeared himself to all—offi a stumbling run.
cers and enlisted men Hllke. And now
"They're tryln' to pot him from the
that he had received bis billet, In the other side!” one o f the Britishers cried.
A R IG ID
German bullet, there was not one soul
"Another trick to fool us!” Captain
In Trench 27 that was not both sobered Montagu** observed.
and sad
<TO MB C O N T IN U E D .)
But they had little time to bestow
upon a eonfernplntlon o f war’s horrors
Sharp and Pointed.
Five minutes had scarcely elapsed
Chairman Herbert 8. Houston said
TO SIMPLE HEALTH RULES
after Chnrlle Brown's departure when at the Associated Advertising Clnlsi’
a sergeant appeared, holding a prisoner convention In Philadelphia:
by the arm.
is really necessary in order to
“ A good advertisement should be as
It was Streetmnn— that prisoner shnrp and pointed ns the Irishman'*
promote and maintain
And lie was far from presenting the answer.
health
Jaunty figure that usually distin
“ The witty Judge Lord Morris wns
guished him.
His clothing— civilian on the Irish circuit, iind one evening
clothing— was badly torn, his face was at dinner he tried to tell a story, hut
scratched and dirty, and his right arm un Irishman kept Interrupting him.
The digestion must he kept
was In a sling. The man's hat was
"Finally, In despair, Lord Morris
gone, too.
normal, the liver active and
seized tiie Interrupter by the sleeve.
The sergeant reported to his captain
“ ‘Surely,’ he said, ‘surely, mnn, ye
the bowels regular
that while on patrol duty he had wsnt to hear the story o’ the rlnt
caught the fellow skulking around.
breaker o' Bally-Sklbereen.’
“ He came from the German lines,”
“ ‘No, no, me lord,’ said the Inter
he said.
rupter, ‘that’s the lie I tould ye meeelf
Captain Montague held the candle to yesterday.’ "
Streetman’s face.
“ And in civilian's clothes! A spy.
Optimistic Thought.
eh?” he exclaimed.
Every difference o f opinion Is not
“ No, no, captain! An Englishman—
a loyal Englishman!” Streetman pro difference of principle.
tested.
A mammoth oil-driven Iiareeeter
They searched him; but found noth
that la being tried on Australian wheat
ing o f Importance.
“ He's got some kind o f eock-anfi- fields stripe nbout 80 aerea a
Don’t Have Catarrh
scorn
CHAPTER X X I—Continueo.
— 15 —
Thnt was the worst part of It all—
the waiting. Heart-rending report* of
happenings In many Belgian villages
came to the British, for Courvolsler
was only one o f many hamlets that
had tragedies to relate. And the Brit
ish were powerless to aid those strick
en people.
Trench 27—the English trench which
Street man had Indicated upon his map
as being the keystone to the enemy’s
defense— lay In the first line o f the
British. All unconscious of any spe
cial designs that the Germans might
have against their particular position,
the Tommies stationed there proceed
ed to put things In shape for the gen
eral action that was bound to come.
A fter completing their grim arrange
ments. there was little for them to do
for the time being, except rest. And
that they were glad enough to do.
after their herculean exertions o f
those first days o f the war. That there
was worse ahead o f them they did not
doubt.
But in the meantime there
was no reason why they should not
make themselves at home.
It was night—the second night fol
lowing that fatal day when the Ger
mans descended upou the Lion d'Or
and robbed Jeanne Christophe of her
father.
In Trench 27 four soldiers
were playing poker under the shelter
of a bombproof hut that they bad con
structed by digging Into a side o f the
ditch.
Dirty, unshaven, begrimed,
they were nevertheless enjoying to
the full their well-earned respite. And
the flickerirg light o f the candle which
stood upon their rude table revealed
no fear upon the face of any o f them.
At either end o f the trench two men
stood guard, while close at hand a
periscope lay upon a makeshift bench,
ready for instant use In case the
watchers should detect any unusual
and suspicions movements In front of
them. Out there beneath the stars the
first outpost of the enemy had already
dug itself in. And In testimony of
their alertness the Germans continu
ally played a searchlight upon the
British position. That prying shaft of
light was never still. Now it swept
the top o f Trench 27, now flickered
upon a tree close by. and then
searched the intervening ground be
tween the two lines In an effort to de
tect some venturesome observer.
To the four privates in the bomb
proof shelter there came a momentary
interruption, in the shape of a lieu
tenant who sauntered into their
trench from the le ft This youthful
officer, whom they bad already voted
“ a bit of all-right” observed them
pleasantly.
“ Hello, boysT he said.
They sprang op and saluted, mur
muring "Good evening, sir!”
“ H ow ’s the game?” the lieutenant
Inquired.
“ Henry, there, la w ln d n g all our
cigarettes.” one of the men said.
The young officer smiled. And then,
drawing a pencil and a postcard from
his pocket, he seated himself and pro
ceeded to write a note to a young
woman in London. For Guy Falconer
had consistently kept bis promise to
write Georgy every day.
The privates promptly resumed their
poker game.
"I raise it one cigarette,” one of
them said.
And again Guy smiled.
He was glad that his boys were en
joying themselves.
So engrossed did Lieutenant Fal
coner become ln bis note to bis lady
love that he did not notice when his
captain appeared. In the company of
a civilian. Captain Montague paused
and turned to his guest
“ Now. Mr. Brown.” he said, "you’ re
in the first line o f the English trenches
— Trench 27—and I may say you're
the only American correspondent who
has had this experience.”
Charlie Brown looked about with
undisguised interest.
“ And l rather butted in,” he re
marked.
“ Well, as long as you stumbled In
side our lines, you might as well see
something. If you give me your word
not to write anything.”
“ That’s a nice thing to say to a
newspaper man.” Charlie retorted.
“ But I have your word?”
“ I s'pose so!” It cost Mr. Brown
some effort to promise that He saw
the makings o f a bully scoop before
him. And he hated to forego such a
wonderful opportunity.
"The closer yon are to the front, the
less you know o f what's happening,”
Captain Montague resumed, “ except
on your own very «mail square of a
very large checkerboard. . . . But,
technically, you are under fire."
“ Am I?” Mr. Brown was surprised
at that. “ Somehow, 1 dou't feel auv
different.” he said.
“ Yon would if you stuck your head
over that trench nud they happened
to see It.” the captalu told him grimly.
“ W ell— believe me. I’ m not going
to.” »aid Charlie.
“ Aren’t they uu-
usually quiet toulght?”
"Yes. rattier!
But always before
the eveultig’s over they gi\e us a bit
of fireworks and go for some of our
men with a lucky sbrnpuel or two
You see. they try to get our range lu
the daytime, and then at ulgtit they
shoct at tile same range.”
Charlie Brown and bis escort bad
not talked long before Guy Falconer
came out of his a ttraction . lie raised
his bead all at once and looked Inquir
ingly at the civilian. Then he Juui|>ed
up and approached Charlie with out
stretched hand.
“ 1 thought I recognized that voice!”
he exclaimed. “ Do you remember me.
Charlie Brown?”
"Hello. Guy!" the delighted A merl
es u cried. "So you did come over
to the fron t after all? Didn't I say
you would?”
“ Yes! I came over with the first
batch— bribed the recruiting sergeant!
And here I am! . . . But what are
you doing at the front?”
Charlie explained how he had fallen
Into the hands o f the Germans, bow
they had set him free and started him
toward Brussels.
But his rebellious
nature had revolted: and having bid
den by day and traveled by night be
had made straight for the place where
he understood the British to be in
trenched.
k
Mr. Brown had scarcely finished his
brief recital when there followed an
ominous whistle, which seemed to
come from over his head. Off in the
distance there was a flash and an ex
plosion.
“ What’s that?” the American asked
“ Oh, Just one of our shells traveling
somewhere to our friends, the enemy.”
the captain informed him.
“ That will probably start their eve
ning song." Guy remarked.
“ They needn't hurry on my ac
count.” Charlie said.
For a few minutes they stood there,
discussing the war.
“ What’s it for?” the newspaper man
asked. “ There's no individual hatred
— no gre.it. soul-stirring emotional
crisis behind it all.”
“ But England was forced into It,”
Captain Montague interposed.
“ And I dare say France and Russia
and Austria all feel they were forced
Into it. too.” Charlie replied. “Th at’s
the whole trouble.
Each nation be
lieves honestly that it’s In the right,
and in some way I suppose each o f
them is. . . .
I don’t know— I ’ m
not a big enough man to attempt to
say. . .
And what good Is It all?*’
“ It Is that militarism shall cease—
that never again can there be another
war like this,” the English captain
told him.
As they talked, a doctor, accompa
nied by two stretcher bearers, en
tered the trench, and. finding that
there was no need for their services
In that quarter, they passed on.
"That’s the Red Cross.” CaptalD
Montague explained, noticing the Jour
nalist's Interest in the trio. Following
close upon his words came another of
those sinister whistles.
“ That’s one of their shells!” the
captain continued, meaning the Ger
mans.
At the information Mr. Brown
promptly ducked and huddled down
upon the bench under the overhang of
the trench.
“ Y’ ou needn’t duck, old man!
It
wouldn’t do you any good,” the elder
officer remarked.
"Anyw ay,
that
shell was on its way toward one of
our batteries,” he added, pointing to
their rear.
“ Well, now they’ve started, any
how,” Guy said.
“ Sometimes they fire only one or
two shots— and then again they go on
all night,” his senior officer explained.
Stepping to the field telephone,
which rang Insistently, Captain Mon
tague received a message from the
battery posted some dLstance behind.
When Guy Falconer learned that some
light bombs were to be let off. he
begged the captain to let him climb
the tree that rose near one end of the
trench. In order that he might try to
get the range of the German guns.
The captain did not like the idea.
He had been cautioned not to expose
his men— and especially hla officers—
unnecessarily. And he warned Guy
that he might get picked off by a Ger
man sniper.
“ Not a chance!” Guy protested.
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