Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-10-13

of world of which he had seen nearly all he cared to
see, and thinking of the girl he knew who awaited
the safe coming of the young man he liked better
than any other man, old fat Emil kurz tried to pick
out where the short match lay. But Glastonbury
held the matches concealed the evenly placed
tips. kurz whispered huskily, Give to the short
one!" But Glastonbury did not understand the
muttered words, nor the 1mplor1ng question IN the
German eyes; kurz put out his pudgy hand
and seected-the last unbroken match.
l, too. am a noncombatant," he said, struggling
his vast shoulders. 1t rested now with Allah He
had done all he could He knew without trying the
impossibity of making Morris change places with
him.
Morris looked at his friends. Did you reckon
you could beat an American at gambler he asked
He turned to D Entremont II am ready"
There a scattering of the group, and Morris
bent to Kurz Look out for-for her, Emil if
If anything happens.
That / will Jack" said Emil Kurz as much as
man can do, will do. But it will not be much
Jack-to her.
A spasm of keen pain touched Morris. But a
moment later he was warmly shaking hands with
his fellows who grasped his hand as one grips the
hand of a man bound on a journey from which the
chances that he will not return.
Fifteen minutes later John Morris had been swal-
walked at the head of d Entremont's men, proceed
ing in single file along the winding path through the
thick growth of palm and vne with occasional shafts
of dim moonlight striking momentary swords
through the mystic gloom.
In his heart there srnoldered aching rage
against this stupid youth, whose arrogance and
Illustrate the dream of two hearts, the hope of two
souls. Yet, adventure had been the very breath in
his nostr1ls tor many years; and the thrill OF this
adventure was also tinglng in his blood; and when
after two hours of cautious travelling, they had
reached point where the jungle path forked into
two narrower trails, he surprised d Entremont
by breaking into low laugh.
And the cause of monsieur S m1rth! asked the
officer stf1y.
oh, was thinking that again everything depends
on gambling chance: as SO many things have in
my life, Lieutenant, answered Morris. Both
these paths lead to the river station One shorter
the other is easier. It's up which is best to
take. But have hunch-if you know what that
term means, Lieutenant Have you ever PLAYED
poker? No? All, I'm sorry for you. Well then.
III say have presentment that it would be best
to take the right hand path But here goes for the
the right; tails the left left He deity caught the
whiring coin, and ooked at it. Heads win, Lieu
tenant. My bunch is approved by chance. We
take the right hand path
They did
And then came the wonder of that gambling
chance. short half hour after they had moved
forward again, the broodng silence of the jungle
shattered by far volley of rifle fire. and fainter
cries of voices. Involuntary they broke into a
run, making their rifles ready as they sped The
noise of the firing and the clamor of voices dis
tlngushable soon as the mingled cheers of French
men and yels of savage warriors, became louder
and nearer and soon D Entremont and Morris burst
through the jungle the edge of long, VALE
and saw before them, clear in the moonlight,
ragged little square of soldiers surrounded by
charging horde of naked barbarans; and in the
first flash of that vision of battle, they that the
square was broken on one face, and that the
ages slashing through.
But Morris than this. "Oh, my Cod!
he cried hoarsely, loudly. He snatched a rife from
the hands of a nearby soldier and sprang mady
forward.
A gigantic Hova was bounding away from the
square, running for the Jungle; and in his arms was
the struggling, light figure of girl
"Florence!" shouted Morris.
cried D'EntrernOnt and hurled him