New-York tribune., 1912-02-25

lcnavc who had almost ceased to breathe,
ptowhosc thin checks had surged blood red
and hot as flame, who was shaking as if
palsicd, glared at the messenger as if the
latter had suddenly appeared from out the
bowels of the earth. And his lips moved,
forming a name that they did not utter
aloud.
Captain My Captain.'
He gripped the table to prevent himself
from falling
Dagobcrt himself was standing there.
His left hand in its white glove rested
easily on the hilt Of his sabcr; his night hung
loosely at his side; and his eyes, piercing as
a condor's, watched the face Of the Herr
Commandant
Count Raoul Dagobcrt, in the uniform OF
a German Hussar.
If he had seen Bordcnavc he gave no sign
If il Eycrting tremendous effort, the lat
fer cleared his brain. He looked at the open
door, he pecrcd into the absolute dark be-
yOnd.
Captain Shofcn read aloud from the dcs-
patch:
Report to me in force instantly. General
Won Werder, commanding.
He looked up and read the delight on the
faces Of his men. 80 so, Gentlemen. SAID
he. at seems that at last the advance IS
Dcginning- Death! stop him"
Bordenave went through the open door
way with a rush. In a twinkling the opaque
riGbt swallowed him. He bounded across
the road and promptly fell into ditch. 1t
WAS deep and wide and he plunged into TINS
bed Of dccaving leaves and mud. Wnggllng
along face downward, stopping when the
hort pursuit came too near, he soon found
himself clear out Of the hamlet. He lay
,,,;,n still in the rnirc. The chase had quick
lv been abandoned. Not a sound did he
hear save the sigh Of the wind which had
that first touch of ice in its breath, the tern
bic ice that was going TO rcdOublc the SullcT-
ings Of France. go.
well out Of that, by the devil muir
INJURED the franc-tlrcur.
LIE scrambled from the mud, lurched
IL across the road, and then onc--two--
f.u~-cight-a dOZcn-a score OF glganuc
,pc.tcrs rushed upon him from every SIDE.
"Oni est IdI"
The words came as the snarl OF wolf.
BorIenavc's tongue seemed frozen 10 MS
palate. ,,
The sShoolnastcr 1capcd back as a bayo-
net licked at him. 1t passed between his
arm and his side. With a smothcrcd yell
he flung both arms round the striker. neck.
a fricnd-I," he almost shrckcd.
Lean fingers at his windpipc relaxed. The
breath of his antagonist steamed in his face.
"PayGieu! l think it is our little Cor
nellie" muttcrcd LapOrtc, cl-Louaye ana
franc-tircur
Bordcnavc uttered a sob Of delight.
aSilcncc! III slit the throat Of every
mothers son Of you" snarlcd that voice OF
a wOf. ,,
~Hush, Petit" whispered Laportc. That
is Lieutenant Varachc, of General Chanzys
army. We are going to sleep in Garlcsse to-
night Our Captain has gone to prepare our
nests.
The Frcnchmcn, who had looked like 81
gantic spccters in the gloom, We're lying
down again on their stomaChS And Borde-
nave crouchcd with them. He could make
out D'Ormonde the author just to the right,
and Tolibois and Able Rcmilly to his lett:
"Ycs, they are all here, and score OF
others besides, he whispered to his wildly
beating heart. And his fingers closed on
long knife that Laportc thrust toward him.
THE boy Fritz rcGentcrcd the cures sit
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