Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-23

Captaino Well, it is quite certain TO me that if French
men cannot obey orders might well ask the Ger
to take of our guns.
"Ha Blood of Paul! not going to ask them
to do anything of the Sort cried the Count in rasping
voice Listen to me- am not going to lay bare my
heart and show you just what feel at taking of you
eternal farewell When the campaign 1t will be
time enough to consider your little gries. say simply
that love you Well. let that be enough Then say
that am captain here wan and that shall do as PLEASE
where you all next to my soul; only he perhaps
he broke off cenchng his strong jaws and looking away
"See here what am going to do for him would do for
any of you. He is boy. Haven't we all thought
at some time other that his place ought not to be
with us? Yet till an hour ago he gave sign OF break
slaughter pits These little things do not harm u.s. but
have watched that young fresh heart wilt under them
and have vowed in the most solemn fashion to lose
my life if by doing might give him chance
here. We ought not to let him die. The parole dis
arms us What are we to do? 1t is certainly possible
that this Prussian whose do not know will tear
my note up. But think he will accept my offer, be-
cause he is gentleman, and therefore fool. The
exchange is well worth his consideration On the other
hand, he may refuse to treat with franc-tireur
Il warn you then that | shall probably not return
leave my medical student to your In any
my friends, only to meet DEATH which anticipate
by little distance which has already taken brave
Mar1lac, who lived for his music; fencing master,
who fought that great fight in the chateau at Logny;
artist the only of his mother who climbed the
Church of the Crucix after Uhan-who climbed to
heaven after Uhlan and brought him down to hell.
You will be at perfect liberty to avenge That is
only war France is not dead You are good red drops
of blood in her veins Follow her defeated armies
Paris That is my advice. | was going to lead you
there to that last CONFUSION of the heart of France.
As it is
@Yes yes Count?a cried d'Ornlonde
"Adieu"
"He gone!' exclaimed Jolibois as it possible that
he has abandoned us?" And he burst into tears.
Nane of dog! this must be of his jeStS' cried
Bordenave
"He will come back, feel sure of it, declared the
able.
an the meantime said Laporte in tone of gloom,
1--WE may well make big fire to thaw the ice in
arteries
1--WE shall in that case have forty Prssians here in
twenty minutes said the EngEshman
(which is my very reason for building blaze an
swered Laporte And he barred his teeth terrible smile
As silently as he had appeared Count Dagobert van
shed. 1t no jest that he was playing, as the
schoolmaster had hoped. The boy Ado1phe had found
place in his heart, and he had made up his mind
purchase, with his own, this young unsained life.
He was on his way to the poplar bordered road out
side the village where he had met Adolphe If his offer
accepted, the prisoner parole to return to
that spot with the information and he, Dagober would
go forward and surrender himself. He charmed by
the action of the German officer in releasing Adolphe in
order that he might see his old mother and believed
that such man would continue to play fair AT the
same time the Count intended not to be taken by
surprise:
for the scintating spashes of light where the Prssan
watchfres burned in the distance. He had fully thirty
minutes of time The opaque dark over the fields
wrapped him round, and he made no sound than when
perhaps frosted ridge of earth cracked under his foot
SUDDENLY he stopped. He heard noise that he
~ recognized at once. Someone quite near was
sharpening a sword by rubbing it on a stone
Silent cat Dagobert ghded toward this harsh
sound, and he perceived with long gray beard,
an old with hump between his shoulders grinding
the point of bayonet large fiat stone the
ground He wearing clay-colored blouse and
sabots and his gray hair hung his eyes he bent.
do SharDen
The old man 1eaped round with kissing snarl.
"What sort of bird you going to cut up?"