The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-04-21

tie due SKlFL on speed 5 hneeS. HIVE
they harmed that child?"
l told her.
A beautiful light grew in her eyes
as she listened. Did l not warn you
that we Bretons know how to die ."
she said
There were noises outside our door,
loud voices, hammering, the sound of
furniture being dragged over stone
floors, and | scarcely noticed it when
our door was opened again.
Then somebody called out our
names; file of half-drunken soldiers
grounded arms in the passage way
with a bang that brought us to our
feet, as Mornac, flushed with wine, en-
tered unsteadily, drawn sword in hand.
I'm damned if l stay here any long
err" he broke out, angrily. 'Pll see
whether my rascals can't shoot straight
by torch-light"
The shutting tread of the insurgent
infantry echoed across the gravel court
extinguished; blackness enveloped the
cliffs.
Well" broke out Speed, hoarsely,
yard; torches behind the walls were
"Good-by, Scarlet"
He held out his hand
"Good-by," l said, stunned.
Then he went to the countess and
offered his hand.
81 am SO sorry for you," she said,
with pallid smile you have much
to live for. But you must not feel
lonely, monsieur; you will be with us
we shall be close to you"
She turned to me, and her hands fell
to her side.
Are you contented?" she asked.
yes" / answered
Il, too" she said, sweetly, and Of
fered her hands. / held them very
tightly. you say" l whispered. that
it is not-love. But you do not speak
for me. love you"
A bright blush spread over brow and
neck
''So-it was love-after ALL" she
said, under her breath. God be with
us today love you"
"March!" cried Mornac, as two
Speed passed out first; l followed;
the countess came behind me.
Courage" / stammered, looking
back at her az we stumbled out into
the torch-lit garden.
She smiled adorably Her forefa-
theirs had mounted the guihotine smil-
ing.
a soldier dressed like Turco lifted
torch and set it in the flower bed un-
der the wall, Illuminating the spot
where we were to stand AS this sol
der turned to come back I saw his
face.
'Salah Ben-Ahmedi'I cried, hoarse-
ly. DO Marabouts do this butchers
work."
The Turco stared at me as though
stunned.
"Salah Ben-Ahmed is a disgraced
soldier!" | said, In ringing voice.
Its lie!" he shouted, in Arabic
''it's lie, o my inspector! Speak!
Have these men tricked me? Are you
not Prussians?"
silence! SiIence!" bawled Nor
nae. "Turco, fall in! Fall in, / say!
What! You menace me?" he snarled
cooking his revolver.
Then a man darted out of the red
shadows of the torch-light and fell up
on Mornac with a knife, and dragged
him down and rolled on him, stabbing
him through and through, while the
mutilated wretch screamed and
screamed until his soul struggled out
through the flame-shot darkness and
| fled to its last dreadful abode.
The Lizard rose, shaking his fagot
knife; they fell upon him, clubbing
and stabbing with stock and bayonet
but he swung his smeared and sticky
| blade, clearing a circle around him
And think he could have cut his way
| free had not Tric-Trac shot him in the
| back of the head.
Then a frightful tumult broke loose
Three of the torches were knocked tC
| the ground and trampled out as the
| insurgents, doubly drunken with wine
and the taste OF blood, seized me and
| tried to force me against the wall
| but the Turco, with his shrill, wolf
like battle yelp, attacked them, saber
bayonet in hand. Speed, too, had
wrested a rife from a half-stupefied
ruffian, and now stood at bay before
! the countess | saw him welding his
heavy weapon like fail; then in the
darkness Tric-Trac shot at me, sc
close that the powder flame scorched
| my leg. He dropped his rifle to spring
for my throat, knocking me fat, and
| crouching on me, strove to strange
me; and l heard him whining with
eagerness while l twisted and writhed