Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-06-11

/ eOitou VI WTlleF OF HCtIOn-tley are SynO-
| nyms-be pleased to gid the letters OF these
great names? And while the romancer or
| observation-disclosures you willis about it,
~ MIN regiid the name of Renan, as he
SITS feedfng himself at TortoniS In the
! starving city, splitting piatitudes with De
| Goncourt. See him as he eats, His chin is
rat, his belly fatter; his fat white fingers
are spread out on either knee, the nails
extensively untrfmmed. He breaches uni
! versal brotherhood: he is on good terms
| with humanity. Incidentally he talks much,
and Familiarity. about our Savior. and eats,
! eats, eats.
In the beginning of his career Gambetta
| created for himself name. 1t only took q
| rev weeks to create it. He followed Roche
Tort methods with equal success He was
| very popular in France. He was talented
| lawyer. Again and again in the corps legis-
| iati1 ne showed himself to be not only an
orator, but a statesman of certain kind
| In the beginning Of the revolution he was
| useful; he was the hyphen that connected
! the paru avance and he bourgeoisie He
| was opposed to Trochu. He sailed away in
ms balloon to Tours. where he felt that his
sphere or action ended only with the from
| tier. he was mistaken. His colleagues
| proved useless. He set up a dictatorship
| that ended by sterilizing and making ridicu-
| lous his former enemy
| Did this young tribune of the people re-
member that the greatest glory God can
| accord to man is the glory Incompatible of
| saving his country? Had. he a soul SUBJ
lme enough for such mission? And the
VI
his life, the elevation Of his character
| were they so notorious that he should be
deemed worthy of such an honor?"
Let France answer her own.
The third sortie ended in the fire-swept
| streets of Bagneux, and for the third time
since the siege began the army of Paris
retired to the city. having accomplished
nothing except a few thousand deaths.
highly commended by "Ollivier MiIitaire.
bourke; hurrying back to the city, had at
tempted to telegraph this news by way Of
| Bordeaux. Then, when he had spent the
remainder of the day in similar and equally
| VAN attempts. he gave it up and went back
70 the mouse on the ramparts, where he
| louhu LAKEWOOD, pockets stuffed with I'M
| sem uispatches, pacing the hallway and
smoking furiously.
| It's just as L told you," he said. when
ne saw Bourke. We're cooped up for
on to Versailles
oh, shut up" said Bourke, pleasantly.
You are no worse OFF than am
LAKEWOOD, little ashamed of his selfish
petuiance sat down on the stairs and
looked over his dispatches.
we can't run the lines" he said; 1--WE
can SEND these by pigeons, even if We had
the pigeons; We might send them in the
next balloon.
I've tried" SAID Bourke; it's no 60"
he hung his own dispatches into a corner
and lit cigarette.
las war news puryeyors he obsor,,od
you and l are useless, my son until a
sortfe is made and the German IInas
piefceu- ihen we must BE- there; we must
go sr,o OUT with the next sortie. and If our
troops get through we must go, too"
wood. "Neo iiaie-
Chance it,
Hardwood was silent
You're naturally considering Hide md
folette, began Bourke
., Naturally, replied the other with a
tlnge OF irony.
I
correspondents or we are not We can do
nothing here, that's certain If we trv tn
lake risks and try to get through the lines
We stand every chance of early and uncon,,
Lortaple decease. But it's what were maid
for If We follow the next sortie we naV
get through with whole skins That's moe
10 my taste and fairer to the Journals n
we stay mere, 1t is true we can chronicle the
siege and watch for hole in the German
lines, but think we ought to resign from
Cur journals in that case and risk selling
our stun outside If we can't get II throuob
oenorenahd. That's the only HONORABLE
course see-either get out of the city or
you Think" '''' w
~ won't leave-for the present" said
Hardwood, reddenng.
Good replied Bourke promptlv "Nai
ther VIII while these young girls ar, here
alone. OF course, / knew you'd saw that
our papers Will have to wait until we can
reasons That can't be helped II WIS a
practical mistake for us not to go out of ne
city when we had the opportunity. IFS
tough on our Journals. but I've decided not
| 10 accept last months salary and thar will
square things. I'll not draw another cent
| eitner Have you money, Jim?"
| We little money" said Hardwood He
TOOK out notebook and pencil and calcu-
! lated. Presently he locked up
we shall need our salaries before the
/ month is out" he observed
I Iheh; said Bourke. "one of us must do
| lhe work Tor both: One of US must go out
sible. - poS-
| slowly. oou'
In Inc :; ether ought to stay here-as long as
there is danger. Jim, do You want to stay?'
he forced a smile as he spoke. Har. wood
said nothing. Bourkes embarrassment was
increasing. He Redeemed and stood up.
DO you care for Hide?" he asked. with
an effort. Hardwood did not answer Bo,1rka
unbuckled the spurs from his riding boots
and walked backward and forward, swing
ing the feathers till the rowels tingled like
tlny chlmes. After a moment he came I'D
| to Hardwood, who was sitting moodilv on
| the stairs.
Il should like very much to stay, Jim-if
you don't mind-very much"
HARDWOOD did not move
| 1t is-for-for Yolette," added Bourke.
CRIMSON TO the temples. but If 1 thought
you loved Hide, would go. If you wish
1t will go tomorrow"
Harewood's face was set and pale. his
heart sank under oven whelming rush of
shame; shame for himself, shame because
ne gould not answer the confidence of his
comrace, bitter shame that he. should be
wiling to accept generous mans sacrifice
man who loved for the first time in mis-
life and who loved honorably. Bourks con-
tinued almost timidly: I never imagined
that folette was anything to me; 1 never
thought of that sort of thing. 1t came be-
fore knew it, Jim.n You see never before
cared for woman" Harewood's strained
glance met his questioningly and Bourke
answered: Il have not spoken to iier. I
don't behave she would listen to me; L
scarcely dare think of it; you see, Jim, I'm
not attractive"
He broke off abruptly; there was a swish
| OF skirt on the landing above; the sound
of door gently closing.
They don't understand English" mo-
toned Hardwood; go on"
Yes. they do-Hilds7 does" muttercd
Beurke.
Hide understands English?" repeated
HARDWOOD in duh surprise. He had not even
suspected 1t; suddenly he realized that he
had learned nothing of Hilde-absoluteIy
nothing, except that she loved him. Bourke
slipped his riding crop into his boot. picked
up his dispatches and moved toward the