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M: -Ofi S.-fim? C v .y>. ; P A L M E R F R E D E R I C K (Copyright, 1914. by Charles Scribner's Sons) SYNOPSIS. ."?W " V PUliftiSlLEB, M HENRT, ILL im Wi if/1 m : - m. £S»3ri *3» v. wva®,- i *';'•<-¥-• Jit thetr home on the frontier between , firo»n« and Grays Marta Galland and h<T mot?»er, entertaining Colonel Wester- 8%|b*.. ling of the Grays, see Captain Lanstron. i; Btaff intelligence officer of the Browns. Injured toy a fall In his aeroplane. Ten . years later. Weaterllng, nominal vice but real chief of stafT. reinforces South La jTir, medUates on war, and speculates on the comparative apes of himself and Mar- i?' w^° 's visiting in the Gray capital. Weaterllng calls on Marta. She tells him of her teething children the follies of war anfl martial patriotism, begs him to pre­ vent war while he is chief of staff, and predicts that if he makes war against the . , Browns he will net win. On the march with the 53d of the Browns Private Stran­ sky, anarchist, decries war and plavt'd- out patriotism and is placed under arrest. • Coio»>3l Lanstron overhearing, begs him > v of- J anstron calls on ^Marta at her home. He tMks with Feller, the gardener. Marta tella Lanstron that she believes Feller to be a spy. Lanstron confesses it is true. Lanstron shows Marta a telephone which Feller has concealed in a secret passage urnlfr the tower for use to benefit the Browns in war emergencies. Lanstron de­ clare his Jove for Marta. Westerling an 1 •M to get away!" shouted the major. "All we know is what is written in our in­ structions. and we shall act on them when the thing starts. Then we are in command. Meanwhile, get ready!" Then the major became aware of a young woman who wae going in the wrong direction. Her) cheeks were flushed from her r^ipid walk, her lips were parted, showing firm, white teeth, and her black eyes were re­ garding him in a blaze of satire or amusement; an emotion, whatever it was, that thoroughly centered his at­ tention. "Mademoiselle, I atn very Sorry, but unless you live in this direction," he said very politely, "you may not go any farther. Until we have other orders or they attack every one Is supposed to remain in his house or his place of business." "This is mv place of business!" Marta answered, for she was already *he Gray premier plan to use a trivial in-"'•*%&•• **rn®tlonal (jfalr to foment warlike pa- •ViJlte*«trtotlsra tn army and people and strike be- • opposite a small, disused chapel which fore declaring war. Partow. Frown chief . Rrhnnlrnnm where a half ; o f s t f t f T . a n d L a n s t r o n . m a d e v i c e , d i s c u s s ^ a s d e r s c n o o i r o o m , w n e r e a i n u i -V "the trouble. and the Brown def' nses. Par- low, reveals his plans to Lanstron. ; i X > "• "Uif'-i-ye ¥ vK '<14' •'•Xfcy •- ¥ H f CHAPTER VMI-^Continued. Now Dellarme disposed his men in IWe back or the ridge of fresh earth that they had dug in the night, ready to rush to their places when he blew ^the whistle that hung from his neck, ^ but he did not allow them a glimpse over th^ crest. ' "I kftow that you are curious, but .powerful glasses are watching for you to show yourselves; and if a battery turned l$ose on us you'd understand," lie explained. Thus the hours wore on, and the church clock etruck nine and ten. "Never a movement down there!" called the sergeant from the crest to Dellarme. "Maybe this is Just their final bluff before they come to terms about Bodlapoo"--that stretch of Af­ rican jungle that seemed very far away to them *11. "Let us bope so!" said Dellarme seriously. I* Choosing to go to town by the castle road rather than down the ter­ race to the main pass road, Marta, starting for the regular Sunday ser­ vice of her 6ehool, as she emerged from the grounds, saw Feller, garden- shears in hand, a figure of stone watching* the approach of some field- batteries. The question of allowing him to undertake his part as a spy had drifted into the background of her mind under the distressing and ever- present pressure of the crisis. He wae to remain until there was war. She was almost -past him before he real­ ized her presence, which he acknowl­ edged by a startled movement and a Btep forward as he took off his hat. She paused. His eyes were glowing like coate under a^blower as he looked at her and again at the batteries, seeming to include her with'the guns in the spell of his fervid abstraction. "Frontier closed last night to pre­ vent intelligence about our prepara­ tions leaking out--Lanny's plan all alive--the gunB coming," he said, his shoulders stiffening, hie chin drawing in, his features resolute and beaming with the ardor of youth in action-- "troops moving here and there to their places--engineers preparing the de­ fenses--automatics at critical points with the infantry--field-wires laid-- field-telephones set up--the wireless spitting--the caissons full--planes and dirigibles ready--search lights in po­ sition--" There the torrent of his broken sen­ tences was checked. A shadow passed in front of him. He came out of his trance of imageries of activities, so vividly clear to his military mind, to realize that Marta was abruptly leav­ ing. "MisB Galland!" he called urgently, i "Firing may commence at any min­ ute. You muet not go into town!" "But I must!" she declared, speak­ ing over her shoulder while she passed. It was clear that no warning would prevail against her determined mood. "Then I shall go with you!" he said, starting toward her with a light step. "It is not necessary, thank you!" she answered, mord coldly than 8he had ever spoken to him. This had a magically quick effect on his atti­ tude. "I beg your pardon! I forgot!" he explained in his old man's voice, his head sinking, his shoulders drooping in the humility of a servant who rec­ ognizes that he has been properly re­ buked for presumption. "Not a gun­ ner any more--I'm a spy!" he thought, as he shuffled off without looking toward the batteries again, though the music of wheels and hoofs wafi now close by. Marta had a glimpse of him as she turned away. "He is what he is be­ cause of the army; a vi< »im Gf a cult, a habit," she was thinking. "Had he been in any other calling his fine qual­ ities might have been of Bervice to the world and he would have been happy." A company of infantry resting among their stacked rifles changed the color of the square in the distance from the gray pavement to the brown of a mass of uniforms. In the middle dozen of the faithful children were gathered around the masculine impor­ tance of Jacky Werther, one of the older boy6. "Then you are Miss Galland!" said the major, enlightened. His smile had an appreciation of the irony of her oc­ cupation at that momrnt. "Your chil-j dren are very loyal. They would not tell me where they lived, so we had to let them stay there." "Those who have homes," she said, identifying each one of the faithful with a glance, "have 60 many broth­ ers and sisters that they will hardly be missed from the flock. Others have no homes--at least not much of a one"--here her temper rose again-- "taxes being so high in order that you may organize murder and the destruc­ tion of property." "Now really, Miss Galland," he be­ gan solicitously, "I have been assigned to move the civil population in case of attack. Your children ought--" "After school! You have your duty this morning and I have mine!" Marta interrupted pleasantly, and turned toward the chapel. "They are putting sharpshooters in the church tower to get the aero­ planes, and there are lots of the little gune that fire bullets so fast you chn't count 'em--and little spring 'wagons with dynamite to blow things up-- and--" Jacky Werther ran on in a series of vocal explosions as Marta opened the, door to let the children go in. "Yet you came!" said Marta with a hand caressingly on his shoulder. "It looks pretty bad for peace, but we came," answered Jacky, round- eyed, in loyalty. "We'd come right through bullets 'cause we said we would if we wasn't sick, and we wasn't sick." "My seven disciples--seven!" ex­ claimed Marta as s^ie counted them. "And you need not sit on the regular seats, but around me on the platform. It will be more intimate." "That's grand!" came in chorus. They did not bother about chairs, but seated themselves on the floor around Marta's skirts. The church clock boomed out its de­ liberate strokes through ten. the hour set for the lesson, and all counted them--one--two--three. Marta was thinking what a dismal little effort theirs was, and yet she was very hap­ py, tremblingly happy in her distrac­ tion and excitement, that they had not waited for her at the door of the chapel in vain. She announced that there would be no talk thie morning; they would only say their oath. Repeating in concert the pledge lo the boys and girls of other lands, the childish voices pecu­ liarly swe^t and harmonious in con­ trast to the raucous and uneven sounds of foreboding from the street, they came in due course to the words of the concession that the oath made to militancy: "If an enemy tries to take my land--" "Children--I--" . Marta Interrupted with a senee of wonder and shock. They paused and looked at her ques- tioningly. "I had almost forgotten that part!" she-ofereathed confusedly. "That's the part that makes all we're doing against the Grays right!" put in Jacky Werther promptly. "As I wrote it for you! 'I shall ap­ peal to his sense of justice and reason with him--' " Jaws dropped and eyes bulged, for above the sounds of the street rose from the distance the unmistakable crackling of rifle fire which, as they listened, spread and Increased in Vol­ ume. "Go on--on to the end of the oath! It will take only a moment?' said Marta resolutely. "It isn't much, but it's the best we can do!" th» peppered sflhouette that fact* Wssterling's desk. What they had done repeatedly in drills and maneu­ vers they were now doing in war, me­ chanically as marionettes. "Come on! The bullet is not made that can get me! Come on!" cried the giant Eugene Aronson. Nearly all felt the exhilaration of movement in company. Then came the sound that generations had drilled for without hearing; the sound that summons the imagination of tnan in the thought of how he will feel and act when he hears it; the sound that is everywhere like the song Snatches of bees driven whizzing through the air. • "That's it! "We're under fire! We're under fire!" flashed a crooked light­ ning recognition of the sound through every brain. There was no sign of the enemy; no telling where the bullets came from. Whish-whish! Th-ipp-whing! The refrain gripped Peterkin's imagination with an unseen band. He seemed to be suffocating. He wanted to throw himself down and hold his hands in front of his head. While Pilzer and Aronson were not thinking, only run­ ning, Peterkin was thinking with the rapidity of a man falling from a high building. He was certain only that he was bound to ̂ trike ground, "An inch is as good as a mile!" He recollected the captain's teaching. "Only one of a thousand bullets fired in war aver kills a man"--but he was certain xhat he had heard a million already. He looked around to find that he was still keeping up with Eu­ gene and felt the thrill of the bravery of fellowship at sight of the giant's fluehed, confident face reveling in the spirit of. a charge. And then, just. . . Pilzer Was Shooting to Kilt CHAPTER IX. The Baptism of Fire. A)1 the landscape in front of Fra- casse's company deemed to have been deserted; no moving figures were any­ where in eight; no sign of the enemy's infantry. Faintly the town clock was heard striking the hour. From eight to nine s men wait-of the main street a major of the bri- I and nine to ten Fracasse gade staff, with a number of junior officers and orderlies, was evidently waiting on some signal. Sentries were posted at regular intervals along the curb. The people in the houses and •hops from time to time stopped pack- ing up their effects long enough to go to the doors and look up and down apprehensively, asking bootless, ner­ vous questions. "Are they coming yet?" • **Do you think they will come?" I" Are you sure it's going to be war?" J**Will they shell the town ?" v *Tfcere*U time enough vou ed; waited until the machine was ready and Westerling should throw In the clutch; waited until the troops were in place for the first move before he hurled his battalions forward. They did not know how the captain at their hack received his orders; they only heard the note of the whistle, with a command familiar to a trained instinct on the edge of*anticipation. It released a spring in their nerve-cen­ ters. They responded as tie wheels respond when the throttle is opened. Jumping to their feet they broKe into a run, bo4i*»* bent, hoads dnvq. like then, Eugene convulsively threw up his arms, dropped his rifle, and whirled on his heel. As he went down his hand clutched at his left breast and came away red and dripping. After one wild backward glance, Pe­ terkin plunged ahead. "Eugene!" Hugo Mallln had stopped and bent over Eugene in the supreme Instinct of that terrible second, sup­ porting his comrade's head. "The bullet Is not--made--" Eugene whispered, the ruling passion strong to the last. A flicker of the eyelids, a gurgle in the throat, and he was dead. "Here, you are not going to get out this way!" Fracasse shouted, in the irritation of haste, slapping Hugo with his sword. "Go on! That's hospital- corps work." Hugo had a glimpse of the captain's rigid features and a last one of Eu­ gene's, white and etill and yet as if he were about to speak his favorite boast; then he hurried on, his side glance showing other proserate forms. One form a few yards away half rose to call "Hospital!" and fell back, struck mortally by a second bullet. "That's what you get if you forget instructions,V said Fracasse with no sense of brutality, only professional exasperation. Keep down, you wound­ ed men!" he phouted at the top of his voice. The colonel of the 128th had not looked for immediate resistance. He had told Fracasse's men to occupy the knoll expeditiously. But by the com­ mon impulse of military training, no less than in answer to the whistle's call, in face of the withering flre they dropped to earth at the base of a knoll, where Hugo threw himself down at full length in his place in line next to Peterkin. "Fire pointblank at the crest in front of1 you! I saw a couple of men standing up there!" called Fracapse. "Fire fast! That's the way to keep down their fire--pointblank, I tell you! You're firing into the sky! I want to see more dusJL kicked up. Fire fast! We'll have them out of there soon! They're only an outpost." Hugo was firing vaguely, like a man in a dream. Pilzer was shooting to kill. HiB eye had the steely gleam of his rifle sight and the liver patch on his cheek was a deeper hue as he sought to avenge Eugene's death. Drowned by the racket of their own fire, not even Peterkin was hearing the whish-whish of the bullets from Dellarme's company now. He did not know that the blacksmith's son, who was the fourth "man from him, lay with his chin on his rifle stock and a tiny trickle of blood from a hole in his forehead running down the bridge of his nose. Hugging the cover of the ridge «? fresh earth which they had thrown op the previbus night, they watched the white posts. Stransky, who had been ruminatlvely silent all the morning, was in his place, but he was not look­ ing at the enemy. Cautiously, to avoid a reprimand, he raised his head to en­ able him to glance along the line. All the faces seemed drawn and claylsh. "They don't want to fight! They're Just here because they're ordered here and haven't the character to defy au­ thority," he thought. "The leaven is working! My time IB coming!" For Dellarme the minute had come when all his training was to be put to a test. The figures On the other side of wMto pests were rising- Hd wns to prove by the way he directed a com­ pany of infantry in action whether or not he was worthy of his captain's' rank. He smiled cheerily. In order that he might watch how each man used his rifle, he drew back of the line, his slim body erect as he rested on one knee, his head level with the other heads while he fingered his whiBtle. The Instant that Eugene Aronson sprang over the white post a blast from the .whistle began the war. It was a signal, too, for Stransky to play the part he had planned; to make , the speech of his life. His six feet of stature shot to its feet with a Jack-in-the-box abruptness, under the impulse of a mighty and reckless passion. "Men, stop firing!" he howled thun­ derously. "Stop firing on your broth­ ers! Like you, they are only the pawns of the ruling class, who keep us all pawns in order that they may have champagne and caviare. Com­ rades, I'll lead fou! Comrades, we'll take a white flag and go down to meet our comrades and we'll find that they think as we do! I'll lead you!" The appeal was drowned in the cracking of the rifles working as regu­ larly as punching-machines in a fac­ tory. Every soldier was seeing oply his sight and the running figures un­ der it. Mechanically and automatical­ ly, training had been projected into action, anticipation into realization. A spectator might as well have called to a man in a hundred-yard dtfsh.to stop Running, to an oarsman In a race to ' Jump out of his shell. The company sergeant sprang for Stransky with an oath. But Stransky was in no mood to submit. He felled the sergeant with a blow and* reck­ lessly defiant, stared at Dellarme, while the men, steadily firing, were still oblivious of the scene. The ser­ geant, stunned, rose to his knees and reached for his revolver. Dellarme, bent over to keep his head below the crest, had already drawn his as he hastened toward them. "Will you get down? Will you take your place with your rifle?" demanded Dellarme. Stransky laughed thunderously in scorn. He was handsome, titanic, and barbaric, with hid huge shoulders stretching his blouse, which fell loose­ ly around his narrow hips, while the fist that had felled the sergeant was still clenched. "No!" said Stransky. "You won't kill much if you kill me and you'd kill less if you shot yourself! God Al­ mighty! Do ypu think I'm afraid? Me --afraid?" His eyes In a bloodshot glare, as uncompromising as those of a bull in an arena watching the next move of the red cape of the matador, regarded Dellarme, who hesitated in admiration of the picture of human force before him. But the old sergeant, smarting under the insult of the blow, his sand­ stone features mottled with red patches, had no compunctions of this order. He was ready to act as execu­ tioner. "If you don't want to shoot, I can! An example--the law! There's no other way of dealing with him! Give the word!" he said to Dellarme. Stransky laughed, now in strident cynicism. Dellarme still hesitated, recollecting Lanstron's remark, da pictured Stransky in a last stand In a redoubt, and every soldier was as precious to him as a piece of gold to a miser. "One ought to be enough to kill me if you're going to do It to slow music," said Stransky. "You might as well kill me as the poor fools th*t your poor fools are trying to--•" Another breath finished'the speech; a breath released frojm a ball that seemed to have come straight from hell. The fire control officer of a regi­ ment of Gray artillery on the plain, scanning the landscape for the origin of the rifle-fire which was leaving many fallen in the wake of the charge of the Gray infantry, had seen a figure on the knoll. "How kind! Thahk you!" his thought woke faster than words. No pneed of range-finding! The range to every possible battery or infantry position aroftnd La Tir was already marked on his map. He passed the word to his guns. The burst of their first shrapnel- shell blinded all three actors in the scene on the crest of the knoll with its ear-splitting crack and 4.he force of its coqcuBsion threw Stransky down beside the sergeant. Dellarme, as his vision cleared, had JuBt time to see Stransky Jerk his hand up to his tem­ ple, where there was a red spot, be­ fore another shell burst, a little to the rear. This was harmless, as a shrapnel's shower of fragments and bullets carry forward from the point of explosion.. But the next burst in front of the line. The doctor's period of idleness was over. One man's rifle shot up as his spine was broken by a jagged piece of shrapnel jacket. Now there were too many shells to watch them individually. "It's all right--all right, men!" Del­ larme called again, assuming his cheery smile. "It takes a lot of shrap­ nel to kill anybody. Our batteries will soon answer!" His voice was unheard, yet its spir­ it was felt. The men knew through their training that there was no use of dodging'and that their best protec­ tion was accurate fire of their own. StranskV had half risen, a new kind- of savagery dawning on his features as he regained his wits. With in­ verted eyes he regarded the red ends of his fingers, held in line with the bridge of his nose. He felt of the wound again, now that he was less dizzy. It was only a scratch and he had been knocked down like a beef In an abattoir by an unseen enemy, on whom he could not lay hands! Deaf- eningly, the shrapnel jackets con­ tinued to crack with "ukung-s-sh-- ukung-s-sh" as the swift breath of the shrapnel missiles spread. The guns of one battery of that Gray regiment of artillery, each firing six 14-pound shells a minute methodically, every shell loaded with nearly two hundred projectiles, were giving their undivid­ ed attention to the knoll. How long could his company endure this? Dellarme might well ask. He knew that he would not be expected to withdraw yet. With a sense of re­ lief he saw Fracasse's men drop for cover at the base of the knoll and then, expectation fulfilled, he realized that rifle-fire now reinforced the ene­ my's shell flre. His duty Was to re­ main while he could hold his men, and a feeling toward them such as he had never felt before, which was love, sprang full-fledged into his heart as he saw how steadily they kept up their fusillade. Stransky, eager In response to a new passion, sprang forward into place and picked up his rifle. "If you will not have it my way, take it yours!" said the best shot in the company, as he began firing with resolute coolness. "They have a lot of men down," said Dellarme, his glasses showing the many prostrate figures on the wheat stubble. "Steady! steady! We have plenty of batteries back in the hills. One will be In action soon." (TO BE CONTINUED.) BOY IS KILLED III Fl Young Turk, a Fancy Swimmer, Makes a Heroic Struggle Against Aquatic Enemy. ALMOST WINS COMBAT Crowd at Lake Pontchartraln, La* 8ees-Death Struggle Between Youth and a Man-Eater, Rescuers Arriv­ ing Too Late. New Orleans, La.--Peter Hontpou- las, a seventeen-year-old Turk, a fancy swimmer of remarkable abil­ ity, gave a large audience at Lake Pontchartraln 20 minutes of unsched­ uled thrill and horror when, he was fatally attacked by a man-eating shark while doing his swimming stunts in the lake. Kontpoulas had been doing his swimming tricks 100 yards out from the throng-lined shore for 15 minutes before the excitement began. Suddenly, the water about the boy began to churn. The lad was seen to throw up his hands and then disappear. The water became violently agitated, and the knowing men in the crowd which ,lined the shore yelled: "My God! A shark has attacked that youngster!" Clear-headed men in the crowd ran up the beach a quarter of a mile to get a boat to go out to the assistance of the youth. The rest of the crowd, helpless to aid the struggling swim­ mer, watched the death struggle of the nervy Turk in mute horror. Out on the lake, the expert swimmer was making a terrific fight for life. The shark first caught the man by the right foot. By ^beating the water hard and by strenuous squirming, the Turk freed himself temporarily from the jaws of the man-eater. Bravely he struck out for shore. In another minute, the shark, again on its back. M mi haw re f f i j ] > > > > > > > > > > • > > > < < < < < < < < < < < < < Tells of Tense Moments \V",> Young Dellarme, new to his cap­ tain's rank, watching the plain through his glasses, saw the move­ ment of mounted officers to the rear of the 128th as a reason for summon­ ing his men. "Creep up! Don't show yourselves! Creep up -- carefully--carefully!"' he kept repeating as they crawled ward on their stomachs. "And no U u fir* vntu the command oom< for- vne Man of Prominence Had Two, and Their Causes Were of Widely Different Beginnings. I heard a prominent Cambridge man tell 6f the two most tense moments of his life yesterday, Bays a corre­ spondent of the Boston Journal. But the tension in each case was differ­ ent "I doubt if I ever shall forget either occasion," he said, reflectively. "They were big moments. "The first was when I was in col­ lege. I was captain of the baseball team that year. We came to the end of the ninth. We needed one run to tie the Bcore and another to win the game. Two men down and two on the sacks when I came to bat. And for once in my career I did it. 1 lined out a three-bagger, right over the railroad track. When I felt it go --well, that was one o6casion. "And the other." He, chuckled, but a slow flush crept over his cheteks. "It was thirty years ago, soon after I left college. I went over to see a girl I thought was pretty nice and to meet her folks for the first time. 1 went on a Sunday. All the men were away. And they had duck for dinner." He stopped. "Ever carve a duck?" he asked meaningly. "No, neither had I before. Nor have I since." His blush deepened. "I never even went to see that girl again," he added plaintively. Press-Gang. The press-gang was an Institution which flourished In Great Britain in the olden times when impressment was the mode resorted to for manning the navy. The practice, •wjhlch had not only the sanction of custom, but the force of law, consisted 4n seizing by force, for service oln the royal navy, seamen, river watermen and at times landsmen. The press-gang, an armed party of reliable men commanded by officers, usually proceeded to such supposed to be th$ reBort of the sea­ faring population, laid violent hands on all eligible men, and conveyed them forcibly to^the ships of war In the harbor. Mitigations of the harsh laws on the stkbject were frequently -in­ troduced. As early as 1563 the naval authorities had to secure the sanction of the local justices of the peace; in 1835 the term of an Impressed man's service was limited to five years save in urgent national necessity. By that time the .system was becoming obso­ lete, and now the navy is manned by voluntary service. But the laws sanc­ tioning impressment are in abeyance, without being repealed. Woodchuck "Bile 'Em Fust." 1 Horace Kephart once asked old Un­ cle Bob Flowers, one of his neighbors in the Smokies: "Did you ever eat a woodchuck?" "Reckon 1 don't know what them is." "Ground-hog." "O, la! dozens of 'em. The red ones hain't good, but the-gray ones! Man. they'd jest make yer mouth war ter!" "How do you cook them?" "Cut the leetle red kernels out from under their forelegs; then bile 'em fust--all the strong Is left in the water--then pepper 'em and sage 'em, and put 'em in a pan and bake 'em to a nice rich brown, and--then I don't want nobody there but me!"--Buffalo News. »•* ' .-.v The Change. rtIt used to be," declared old Brother Bombershay, "dat when Brudder Mau­ ley and his wife was uh-squabblin' dey had it up and down like a see-saw, sometimes one of 'em gittln' de best of it and den de yudder. But now, bleus goodness, dey de<is goes 'round and 'round like a merry-go-round, and no body kin prognosticate which is ahead With the Right Arm of the Swimmer In Its Jaws. made for^the bo^. This time he got a grip on the right leg of the youth. Again the battle in the lake raged fast and furiously, the boy and the shark both churning the .water like paddle wheels. Again the boy freed himself from the monster of the deep. By this time the men who had gone for a boat were putting out foi1 the scene of battle. In another two minutes, the specta* tors saw the shark make another lunge for the swimmer, but this time they saw the Turk avoid the on-rush­ ing monster. When the shark passed the youth, the lad struck out again for shore. The lad was seen to swim at least fifteen yards with great speed. Again the white, ugly throat of the sea brute was seen to shoot out of the depths, this time with the right arm of the swimmer in its uncom­ promising jaws. Men in the crowd yelled: "Merciful God! The shark's got a big taste of blood now. He'll never quit the fight. The boy is done for!" Using his left arm and his legs to the best of advantage, the boy strug­ gled for fully two minutes underneath and on the surface of the water be­ fore he could wrest himself away from the mountainous man-eater. The men in the boat were pushing nearer and nearer, but were still a consider­ able distance away from the scene of battle. Weakened, but with mag­ nificent spirit, the boy was seen to put again for tjie beach.. This time he swam longer than he had alter previous attacks. Suddenly, however, the lad was seen to rise bodily out of the water. The shark had made a pwift flank attack and the people on shore could see the boy's right s.ide in the jaws of the man-eater. With unbridled fury the boy attacked the shark, freeing himself again from the monster. Again, he tried to strike out for shore, but his strokes were weak. As the rescuers in the boat reached the lad, he was Just going down for the second time. He was unconscious when hauled into the boat, dying from lo8B of blood and an overworked heart before the craft reached Bhore. "ft.. !f£.: A- v .A&iiL - ^ •• mM, , „ •:LH housao In the seaport towns aa wer®. -- Puck. ^ ,if t. -rx-ik it U. S. War Hospital Praised. London.--The Times describes the American ambulance established in the Pasteur Lycee at Neuilly by a committee of Americans as one of the best equipped and most remark­ able war hospitals in Europe. "Its splendid work is not sufficient ly known in England," says the Times. "It deserves all the help that Eng­ lishmen can give, and the devotion end kindness of the self-denying American citizens in Paris should send a thrill of gratitude throughout tinglaad." OF MOTHERHOOD • , A- f Enhanced By Perfect Phyai»'^: cal Health, -- r© The experience of Motherhoai is a trfr '•$ fp&one to most women and marks diflfv tinctly an epoch in their lives, Woman in a hundred is prepared or tlH" derstands how to properly care for hexw •elf. Of course nearly every woman nowadays has medical treatment at such times, but many approach the expert* enee _ ji MXXUUWU iOr uiS trial of strength, and when it is ovef her system has received a shock froal which it is hard to recover. 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