The Mena weekly star., 1916-06-22

away.
 ''Give my compliments to General Meunier. l shall be with the regiment in ten minutes"
 This dime there was no answer. The silence seemed to impress itself slowly on Colonel Destinn's consciousness He looked up over the top of the letter which he still held to the light aid his gaze rested for a second on the little ivory fan and the white gloves--then passed upward, as though drawn by an irresistible fascination, to the face of the man opposite. He, too, had seen A minute later their eyes met. In the distance a bugle chanted the Legion's war signal, Aux armesI Aux armesw
 Richard Farquhar swung round and closed the door behind him. Instinct lively Colonel Destinn had placed him. self between Farquhar and the door leading to the inner room. IL was typical of him that he did not threaten or attempt to deny the vital facts of the situation. In an hour this man might be arrested and shot down--but not now Richard Farquhar picked up the fan and opened 1t.
 Colonel Destinn. a man knew gave this to the woman he was to have married. How did it come hereY Colonel Destinn looked into the blazing eyes of his opponent and drowned. It was the first sign of yielding self-possession.
 You are brave Courage is the one thing 1 can respect You are free to go. Englishman."
 "Not till you have answered"
 "I shall then have double cause to order out shooting party on your be- half"
 What you insinuate is damnable lie"
 Destinn laughed.
 At least you have the courage of your convictions" he said, almost with regret.
 The legionary made no answer. He had thrust aside the intervening table, and the next instant both men were locked together in merciless em- brace. There was no sound-scarcely a movement The first fury of Far quhar's onslaught balanced his fever weakened condition and leveled their respective strength to practical equal ity. Then the steeed muscles of the elder man asserted themselves, and slowly, imperceptibly, he retreated from the door, seeming to yield. never for an instant relaxing his tenacious hold upon the others arms. Suddenly he wrenched himself free and sprang back to his writing table. If you touch that door I shall shoot you down-now,' he said quietly. Farquhar turned, conscious that his own rage had suddenly burned out. He saw that the door which Destinn had protected had opened, and that Sylvia Arnaud, white and large-eyed with terror, stood trembling on the thresh. old. Farquhar recoiled a step. Colonel Destinn had replaced his revolver on | the table. There was something akin | to pity written on his hard face. Sylvia | glanced at him and then at Farquhar. | Behind her fear there had already be- l gun to dawn the knowledge that the | situation was dramatic and wholly in her hands.
 "I knew that you were a traitor Richard" she said. But I thought you were still gentleman. It seems was mistaken" Her manner was fearful, childishly resentful.
 He turned from her without answer
 "I owe you an apology, Colonel Des- tinn,v he said simply. Do you trust me enough to let me place myself un- | der arrest?"
 .'I trust you enough to let you find your punishment under fire." was the courteous answer. T shall need brave | men"
 ''I thank you" They saluted each other-gravely, with respect, as unreconciled duelists who have learned each others worth | in the bitterness of battle: then, with a slight bow to the woman, standing against the dark background of the Inner room. Richard Farquhar passed out of the open window.
 Aux armesl aux armesl"
 He laughed to himself, his teeth clenched. But the music of that storm signal was as the call of the blood. a challenge to the fighting spirit of his race. He swung himself lightly into the saddle and drove his heels against the horses dripping Hanks.
 "En avant, Graner' The animal swerved. Someone had caught at the bridle. Farquhar bent forward, peer ing into the darkness. ''Who is 1t? My God-Gabrieiler'
 'Yes; I thought I recognized you. Where have you come from?"
 Colonel Destinn's-"
 sTs-"
 'Yes; she Is there"
 Captain Arnaud is asking for her. and l suspected. There isn't a mo- ment to be lost"
 Faithful friendr' He caught her hand roughly from the bridle 'sThere is something in all this I don't under. stand. Have 1 been mad---or dream ingT'
 Dreaming. Richard"
 "Oh, I remember--'the men who fol- low mirages die That was the night when she came to give me God speed and it was for that man who came to me that night on the plateau who saved me? Was it your