The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-09-06

each other the first day on board the Yucatan, and had purposely avoided each other. Barlow spread the report that Lusk was supposed to be a spy In the service of Spain. Some of the men [ in Lusk's troop told him of the report. but they did not know where it had started. Lusk knew-and waited.
 He was not aware at that time that Barlow knew Evelyn Sinclair, and that she had refused to become his wife. He did not know that the beautiful Evelyn had kept his image in her heart all these years, and he did not know that Evelyn's mother had died two years before. Lusk was an orphan, and had no close rela- lives living, so he had been a stranger to the news of Winchester. He intended to go back there when the war ended. and try once more to win the hand of Evelyn Sinclair. In all those years filled with so many dangers and experiences, he had not met girl whom he consd- cred her equal-and he loved Evelyn Sin clair still The writer had the pleasure of meeting her after Santiago was taken. 1 She was one of those angels that cared i for the wounded and dying soldiers, dis polling the gloom that pervaded hospital walls; and more than one soldier sank into his last long sleep with smile upon his lips, taking with him the remem- brance of her sad, sympathetic eyes out on that great voyage from whence no man has yet returned. There are some natures so true, so kind, so grand, that man can but worship at their shrine; and Evelyn Sinclair was one of them. It was at the battle of La Guasimar that fight in the jungle, where a man , could see hardly 20 paces before him, that Lusk suddenly felt the sting of a bullet in his side. He whirled about to behold the malignant face of Will Bar low, partially concealed in the rank fol- iage of the jungle, glaring at him along the barrel of the rife which he still held to his shoulder, taking aim for a second shot at the man for whom he entertained such deadly hatred The writer was one of a dozen men who saw the beginning and the end of this tragic duel upon the battlefield, and can testify truthfully that , never has he beheld elsewhere an inc- dent so filled with vindctiveness or so rank with treachery. Sergeant Barlow's feac was at that moment the face of a demon.
 Lusk involuntarily threw his own rife to his shoulder and pulled the trigger, anticipating by the merest fraction of I second the second shot which Barlow took at him. It was enough however, to spoil the sergeants aim, and to send his bullet hurting through the top of | small palm tree few feet to his left. i Barlow sank writhing to the ground | Lusk staggered over to the side of his 1 fallen enemy, the true reason for whose assault he could not then guess. and saw
 at once that the man was dying. Yield
 ing to a compassionate impulse he stopped
 to lift Barlow's head into easier po-
 sition that he might die in less discom- i fort whe nthe sergeant made desper- ate effort to regain his feet. drawing his | dirk as he did so but the weapon fell ! from his relaxing clasp, and gasping out
 in one sentence the secret of his deadly /, hatred he mathematical the man who , had won the love of the woman he loved: i Evelyn Sinclair loves you!-you-- { have"
 i But what he would have said, Will Bar
 low never told upon this earth. His
 strength deserted him utterly, and he fell
 back lifeless.
 When the fight was over, Lusk with
 the other wounded men, was taken to
 the emergency hospital. He had in the
 meantime become unconscious from the
 loss of blood. The surgeon shook his
 head when he examined him.
 Bad wound-bad wound!'' he nut
 tered; ''but there's chance for him.
 poor fellow"
 He gave directions for treatment and