The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1915-09-02

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tering. chasing him from tres to
shrub.
Speed" shouteA-~ths sailors
from the Fer-de-Lance!"
had picked up . rine With Q bro
ken hayonet: The countess. elasping
my left arm: steod swsying IN the
rife smoke. eyes closed: and. when
horrid screeching arose from the
depths of the garden where they we're
destroying Tric-Trac. sbs fell b shud-
derins. hiding her faes On my shoul.
der.
Suddenly Speed appeared. carrying
. drenched little figure. partly wrapped
in . sailors pea-jacket. slim limbs
dropping. blue with cold.
Put out that nrs In there" he
said. hoarsely: I'VE must get her into
bed. Hurry. for Gods sake. Scarlet!
There's nobody in the hoase!"
"Jaequeline! Jacqueline! brave lit
tie Bretonne." murmured the count
ess. bending forward and gathering
the unconscious child into her strong.
young arms.
A fresh company Of sailors passed
on the double, rifles trailing. their Of
hcer shouting encouragement And
a. We came In view of the semaphore.
saw the signal tower ON IRE from
base to top. The marines fred stead
ily from the windows above ~.
They want the Red Terror!" laughed
the sailors. "They shall have it,"
Blackened. scorched. almost suffo-
Gated. staggered back to the tearoom,
where the countess stood clasping Jac-
queline. huddled In . blanket, and
smoothing the child's wet curls away
from q face - white a. death.
Together We carried her back
through the smoking hallway. up the
stairs to my bedroom. and laid her in
the bed.
The child opened her eyes q We
drew the blankets.
Where Il Speed" she asked. dream
lily.
A moment later he came in, and she
turned her head languidly and smiled.
"Jacqueline! Jacaueline!" he whis-
pered, bending close above her.
DO you love me. Speed"
"Ah. Jacqueline." he stammsred.
more than you can understand"
Late that lisht the light cavalry
from Lorient rode into Paradise. At
dawn the colonel, established in the
mayory. from whence its foolish occu-
pant had fed. sent for Speed and me.
and when we reported he drew from
his heavy dolman our commissions, re-
stering ue to rank and pay in the regi-
nent de marche which he commanded.
At sunrise had bade good-by to the
Swesto0t woman on earth; at noon we
werS miles to the westward, riding
like demons on Buckhurst's heavy
trail.
1 am not sure that we ever saw him
again. though once, weeks later, Speed
and and dozen hussars gave chase
to a mounted man near st. Brieuc,
and that man might have been Buck
hurst. He led us . magnificent chase
straight to the coast, where we rode
plump into q covey Of Prussian hus-
sars, who were standing on their sad.
dies, hacking away at the telegraph
wires with their heavy, curved sabers.
That was our first and last sight Of
the enemy in either Prussian or com.
munistic guise, though in the long, ter
rible days and nights of that winter
Of II. when three French armies froze.
and the white death, not the Prus-
slams, ended all for France, rumors of
insurrection came to US from the starv.
ing capital, and we heard of the red
flag flying on the Hotel-de-Ville, and
the rising of the carbineers under
Flourens; and some spoke of the lead
er of the insurrection and called him
John Buckhurst.
Then, for three blank, bitter months.
freezing and starving, the First regi.
ment de marche of Lorient Hussars
stood guard at Brest over tho dia.
monds of the crown of France.