The Pulaskian., 1915-12-31
PULAsKIAN PULASKI dTTTLE P. O..

eously. tear stood in the eye of Miss Moore.
 "They are in new danger now" con- tinued the priest, and my duty calls me to the hospital at Manse, where score are dying daily. Madam, sir, you will certainly find some way to reach safety. These little ones-I would save them. If they could be got to Paris the aid societies there would take charge of them"
 But I scarcely know how I shall get there myself" explained the young lady.
 The priest regarded Noble wistfully. The latter had been reused out of him. self by the pathetic incident of the hour.
 There are no trains he said, mo- body here of the inhabitants seems to think of anything but his own escape. I doubt if I could find a conveyance in the town, but-there may be way. I will see.'
 A queer sensation of interest thrilled Adrian Noble as the beautiful girl di- rected toward him an approving and appreciatiye glance. He made his de- parture, strangely anxious to continue her favorable opinion of him.
 It was an hour later when Noble re- appeared at the old hospice. He drove sorry nag, attached to a hay rack. This was piled knee-deep with hay, h,,4 sol< blankets lay.
 Tt is the best I could do," he ex- plained to the priest. "A refugee was anxious to get rid of his surplus and, under the present conditions, worth less belongings. I struck a bargain for cash"
 But who will driver" inquired the innocent-faced priest.
 Why, myself" replied Noble, with careless laugh. Then he caught a merry gleam in the eyes of Miss Moore. She had read him alright as fastidious idler, used to the equipages of luxury, rather than this slatternly outfit, and the vivid contrast momen- tarily amused her.
 The priest helped them to pack the little ones into the vehicle. He added to their equipment all the eatables he had in the house. As they drove off Noble lifted his hat reverently and the eyes of Miss Moore were full of tears. Their recent host had his hands raised in benediction. Then he turned to face dYfi0 nd cuff ing.
 The blind route the refugees took led them good many more than forty miles ere they reached safety. It was pitiful to view the orphaned little ones leaving their native land forever. Miss Moore was tender and attentive. No- ble made them comfortable and buoy ant. This was decidedly new ex- perience and it's winning phase was the presence of the lovely girl, who took up the care of the children as though it was her life work
 When they reached Paris their charges were taken to a hotel by No ble. There appeared Miss Moore and her father little later. He thanked Noble for his protecting escort. He looked over the children speculatively.
 T think I'll adopt them" he said finally. q say, Violet, we can get the people at the home farm to take them in and ourselves keep track of their progress in life"
 q shall be interested to see them permanently housed,' remarked Noble. "As I am going also to return to the United States"
 We can't spare you from the party, of course" declared Violet's uncle.
 And one beautiful moonlight night, steaming homeward bound, Adrian No ble told his love to the girl who had reused him to new and truer interest in humanity.
 "Our little wards" spoke Noble ten derly, when Violet had said yes. "We will see them grow into men and wom- en together"