The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-08-28

RIvETED ON THE sENTINEL,
was innocent childhood, unconscious Of
danger sleeping sweetly. the, boyish
face lighted by the moon. 3
At last Mark heard the relief COM
ing. The sentinel took his gun and be-
gan to pace his beat. The usual form
was proceeded with, and the relief
marched to the sentinel up the river.
Mark observed the man that had been
left ON post. = 7-. -~.sz :
II hope this fellow will be more In
clined to rest" he unused. -.
But he was disappo inted to see the
man begin to pace his beat ensrgstcal-
". He seemed to fear that If he did
not keep moving he would get drowsy.
A halt hour passed with scarcely a
rest, then another half hour, 1t was
tramp, tramp In one direction, turn
and tramp, tramp back again.
The clouds which continued to pass
over the moon became heavier. If the
sentinel would only relax his vigilance,
these periods Of comparative darkness
would be favorable to flight But If
the soldier was to keep a proper watch
the clouds might die away. Then there
was the morning to come. Mark be-
gan to lose that GOODNESS which thus
far bad characterized him. It was the
waiting that was wearing him out,
In perhaps an hour after the SEN
tinel came on picket he yawned. This
was the first sign OF hope for Mark.
After awhile be sat down ON the log
and yawned several times at intervals.
He got up and paced for awhile. but
at last sat down again. This time he
sat longer and his chin sank on his
breast. He reused himself aud sank
away again. He would not go to
sleep comfortably in accordance with
Marks muttered prayer, but took short
maps. Mark considered the feasibility
OF an attempt to escape between these
maps. Without Jakey he could do IT.;
with Jakey it was too hazardous.
At last the soldier slid down on to
the ground, stretched out his legs and
rested his back against the log.
Marks heart went up into his throat
with sudden joy.
AS near as he could guess there re-
manned a quarter of an hour till the
next relief would come. He looked at
the moon, which was now shining with
provoking brightness; he looked at the
man and tried to make sure that he
was asleep. It was Impossible to tell
with any certainty.
'Ill risk It." he said.
He took Jakey up in his arms very
carefully, hoping not to waken him.
fixing the boys limp body In the hol.
low Of his left arm. In the right hand
he took the squirrel gun. cooked and
capped. using the arm at the same
time to hold the child. When all was
ready he rose slowly and fixed his
eyes on the soldier.
The man did not stir.
Mark moved slowly forward, his eyes
riveted on the sentinel. A few steps
convinced him that the man really
slept. Mark turned his back on him
and walked a dozen steps noiselessly.
picking place to plant his foot at
each step. ~s ~ ..
Halt! 70 Mig
Was it the soldiers voicer Should
he turn and shoot him?
No. only an explosion OF a burning
brand in the campfire at the picket
guard on the railroad track.
He turned to look at tho sentinel.
The man sat there gazing straight at
him; at least so he appeared to Mark.
The figure was as plain as day in the
moonlight. though too far for Mark to
see the eyes. He cast a quick glance
down into Jakey's face. He, too. was
sleeping peacefully. While these two
were il sunderland Mark felt himself
suspended between heaven and hell.
And bow still it was. Even the hum
of insects would have been a relief,