Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-02-25

and hot as fame who was shaking as if
palsied, 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.
Dagobert himself was standing there!
His left hand in its white glove rested
easily on the hilt of his saber; his right hung
loosely at his side; and his eyes, piercing as
a condor's watched the face of the Herr
Commandant.
Count Raou1 Dagobert, in the uniform Of
a German Hussar!
If he had seen Bordenave, he gave no sign
of it. Exerting a tremendous effort, the lat
: ter cleared his brain. He looked at the open
door, he peered into the absolute dark be-
yond.
Captain Shofen read aloud from the des-
patch:
: Report to me in force instantly. General
Won Werder, commanding
He looked up and read the delight on the
faces of his men. $50, so, Gentlemen" said
he. at seems that at last the advance is
beginning Death! stop him!'
Bordenave went through the open door
night swallowed him. He bounded across
the road and promptly fell into ditch. 1t
was deep and wide, and he plunged into this
bed of decaying leaves and mud. Wngglng
along face downward, stopping when the
short pursuit came too near, he soon found
himself clear out of the hamlet. He lay
quite still in the mire. The chase had quick
" been abandoned. Not a sound did he
hear save the sigh of the wind which had
q &c 600 -. &C. ,ao tt,ot tors
BILE ice that was going to redouble the suffer-
ings of France.
@Well out of that, by the DEVIL" MUIR
INJURED the franc tireur.
LIE scrambled from the mud, lurched
H across the road, and then one-two-
four-eight-a dozen-a score of gigantic
S., specters rushed upon him from every side.
"Qui est la?"
The words came as the snarl OF wolf.
Bordenaves tongue seemed frozen to his
palate
. Don't fire." cried a voice with harsh,
menacing rasp.
The schoolmaster leaped back as bayo-
net licked at him. 1t passed between his
arm and his side. With a snothered yell
he flung both arms round the striker S neck.
"A friend-I!7 he almost shrieked.
Lean fingers at his windpipe relaxed. The
breath OF MS antagonist SlSd1IlcU III HIS ldCe
"Pardienl | think it is our little Cor
neille!7 muttered Laporte, ex-Zouave and
franc-tireur.
Bordenave uttered a sob of delight.
Silence! I'll slit the throat of every
mothers son of you!" snarled that voice of
wolf.
@Hush, Petn!' whispered Laporte. THAT
is Lieutenant Varache, of General Chanzy's
army. We are going to sleep in Garlesse to-
night. Our Captain has gone to prepare our
nests"
The Frenchmen who had looked like 81
gantic specters in the gloom, were lying
down again on their stomachs. And Borde-
nave crouched with them. He could make
out D'Ormonde the author just to the right,
and Joibois and Able Ren1illy to his left.
eyes, they are all here, and a score of
Others BESIDES he whispered to his wildly
beating heart. And his fingers closed on
: long knife that Laporte thrust toward him.
THE boy Fritz reeentered the cures sit
ting room. He saluted.
Il am afraid he has got away, Comman-
dant,' said he guilty.
Shofen paid no attention. Holding the
despatch in his left hand and tapping upon
it with his right, he still questioned the mes
senger. at is general move upon Paris?"
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