The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-18

farther on. So Jim, utterly spent and nerveless, rested. Every one about him was dead. Finally he fell asleep.
 When he awolze Jim gazed on the faces of the dead about him. Paddy Kilbane, the Irish boy who had been a shipping clerk till couple of weeks ago and who had been picked to try out in the tnfield with the Cubs, had been thrust through the heart. The bayonet had pushed from his pocket a, scrap of lace, all crimson now. Jim recalled it--the handke, chief Paddy had found in the seat of the train which had belonged to one of the beau tiful refugees who had fed to Chicago. So Paddy had kept it. the guerdon from his unknown lady for whom he had fought We'll, the Irish boys gal lantries were over. He was very bold and handsome, as the star shell show ed him. There seemed almost smile on his lips He lay as he would have liked to lie if one of those blushing little colleens who came to the camp in Chicago should come to see him now. SNedy Swenson, who had car ried his rife like mop, was bayonet- ed through and through. He was not at all neat now. SweIy would not like that. Swedy had written a letter few days before. Jim found 1t and put ! 1t in his pocket Winslow was dead, too. So was Houston-every man of the company except Jim, who had faced that charge. The others wer& dead, too-those who could not face it.
 He took rife and was fumbling about dead mems belts and .bandoiers for cartridges when he hear1 some one approaching. He crouched very still and waited. A star shell blazed and showed him a girls slight figure bend ing over the bodies at the other end of N 04. Jim watched her dazedly, amazed. She was alone Besides him. self she was the only living thing in the light of the star shell It's light burned out, but the girl continued her search in the darkness. She worked slowly in Jfm's direction, examining each still form. Jim waited for an- other star shell to show her to him again; she was quite close now, She was a girl of twenty-two or twenty three, he guessed, with clear cut fea- lures. She wore shirt waist and plain skirt and she was without hat. She looked like an American girl That definition included, Jim realized, Mar ion Marlatt as well as Agnes. She, might be of the other side. but Jim believed she was not. She had come to Winslow's body now and was turn ing it over.
 Those men are all dead" Jim ad- dressed her quietly.
 She straightened and looked about quickly, but without, starting. f'Where arc you?" she asked in low, gentle voice.
 Here" Jim stood up.
 "You are hurtT'
 "No; I was-just resting here" "I see" She came closer and gazed at him. She showed no surprise that he. unhurt. had lain there to rest. She ! simply took his hand and began lead ing him away. She guided him by the flare of the star shells over the debr...;. away from the river toward the great granite and brick and the pinnacles of the city, where the .searchlights were playing. There wcre none of the re- gents soldierst about, she told him. The assault which had swept over N 04 had broken down soon afterward; {; the enemy were killed or taken or driven back, but the Americans had not yet reformed their positions along that part of the water front.
 She led him through choked, debris strewn streets. with smoldering ruins on both sides, where sentinels chal- lenc them, and she answered and was allowed to lead him on. She led him past charred ruins and great, gaunt heaps of brick and stone and plaster and steel beams, where men searched with electric hashlights; she led him into a street-a wide street, a ragged, eerie, spectral caricature of Broadway, where she was challenged again and where great gun was fir ing. It was long barreled gun of the sort seen on warships. but it was mounted upon truck, which stood on a car track and moved away after the gun had been fired up into the air The girl turned with Jim into build ing, where he lay down upon a cot and