The evening world., 1914-02-07
BY GASTON LEROUX


I stood with Speed and the sailor.
ing woodwork. tearing the burning
curtains from the windows. Tho ma
rines firod steadily from the windows
above us.
They want the Red Terror,~
laughed the sailors. They shall have
III"
Hunt them out! Hunt them outl"
cried an officer briskly. "'ire!" rang
out q voios. and the volley broke
crashing. followed by q clear. pens-
tratlng boatswain's whistle sounding
the assault.
Blacksnsd. scorched. almost suf.o-
Gated, ! staggered back TO the tea
room. where the Countess stood
blanket, and smoothing the childs
wet curls away from . face ~ white
~ death.
Together We carried her back
through the smoking hallway. up the
stairs to my bedroom and laid her In
tho bed.
The child opened her eyes a. We
drew the blankets.
Where 10 speed," she asked,
dreamily.
A moment iator he came in. and she
turned her head languidly and smiled.
"JacQueline! JacQueline!" he whis-
pered, bending close above her.
"Do you love me. Spesdf"
"Ah. Jacqueline." he stammered.
moro than you can understand"
Suddenly step sounded on tho
stairs, q rifle-stock grounded. clang-
inG. and Q sonorous voice rang out:
"Salute, o my brother OF tho tough
The enemies Of France are dead!"
And In the silence around him
Saiah Ben n-Ahmed the Marabout re-
cited the fatha. bearing witness %
tho eternal unity of God.
Late that night tho light cavalry
from Lorient rode into Paradise. A.
dawn the colonel, established In tho
mWyory. whence it, foolish oocu-
pant had ned. sent for Speed ana
mo, and when we reported he drew
from his heavy dolman our oommis-
sicns. restoring us to rank ana pay
IN the regiment dc marchs which he
commanded.
Al sunrise I had bAds goodby 20 tho
sweetest woman on earth; at noon We
were miles 70 the westward, riding
iikc demons on Buckhurst's heavy
trail.
! am not sure that wo ever saw him
again, though once. weeks later.
speed And I and . dosen hussass
eavo chase 70 Q mounted man near
II, Brieuc. and that man might have
been Buckhvrst. He led ~ . mag
r,ificeut chase straight to the coast.
hero We rode plump Into . oovey
OF Prussian hussafG. VINO were oeAnd.
ing ON their saddles hacking away at
tire telegraph wires with their hes~y
That was our flrst and last sight OF
the enemy In either prssslan or COM
munistic g,aiss. though In the long.
terrible days and nights Of that WIN
ter Of II, when three French armies
frose, and tho white death. not the
Pruscians, ended all for rfance. ru-
mors OF insurrection came 70 ~ from
the starving capital. and wo heard OF
the red nag flying on the Hotel.de-
Vile. and the rising Of he carbineere
under Flourens, and some spoke OF
the leader OF the insurrection and
called him John Buckhurst.
That Buckhurst could have pone-
trated Paris neither Speed nor bo-
lioved: but, a. all now know. We warn
wrong. though the testimony con-
cerninY his death at the hands OF his
terrible colleague 1ortisr. was not
In evidence until = young ruman.
known ~ The Mouse" confessed be-
fore he oxpiated his crimes on Sar-
tory Plain In 1873.
Thus. for three blank. bitter months.
freesinR and starving, the Ftrst Regi-
ment dc marche OF Lorient Hussars
stood guard At Brest over tho dia-
monds OF the crown OF France.