Evening star., 1918-07-21

med near his legs and
spat up fountains Of dust from the
ground below. but he went steadfast-
ly on to where the man was writhing
and squfrming in the barbed wire.
ana with brisk. capable fingers dis
entanSied him.
Ehe man said: -Go sway. you
damned fool. I'm done for"
" Jon speak to me lil1e that, you
SON Of q brick" returned the little
sailor. Z vm stamp the 6iDes out
Of Jon cay Sir when you address
me- And Lift mp your starbosrd sl-
bow. I've got all the rest clear nov.
WIN Il hurt you II Lift you By your
left srmis
TIA rafher you left me alone. I'm
done In. I'm shot through the back
bona. Ehan1B all the samas
'Hnp Jon 30 nows" said Kettle.
aand xnind, DON'T aEnock on my hat,
because It's the only one I've got out
here, and ] have them built at Scott's
and can't buy another nearer"
'ftaB jolly decent Of you." said the
soldier family, as Kettle lowered him
gentty down on the short turf behind
wind. I'm q Eoner..
II I'd bottle Of Horners Perfect
Cure with me I'd make you as at as
French. Horners has cured worse
cases than you're AS 1t Il. I'm afraid,
my lad. yoz7l have to wait TIN can
to come and patch you up..
II 7uu could fix me drink I'd re-
member yoQ later on. LIS the very
devil. this thirst"
II know The feeling" sxdd Kettle.
Tive been HIT myself. You sha1l hsxe
Just put fhts other fellows cnAt NM
der yvur heaA-eo. Hes got no fur
ther use for II. Now take Q Erip on
your nerves and expect mo back In
twenty-etght mfnuteG"
n,.. YgS,Es p re-, . soed % .ors" . s.!d tie SOL
or later. 30 long. Keep away from
Capt Kettle rosa up from the rnan.s
side, brushed the mud from his knees.
made himself a. spruce as the occae
sion would allow: and worried his
where II Joseph Mumm had arranged
to meet him with the cinematosraph
camera.
There vas. however. no Monsieur
Joseph. and In his place lolled an ex-
with red tabs on his collar. Tho o1icer
was smoking pipe mat gurgied. and
was adding artistic touches to map
of his own production.
Hello, said the officer. who the
devil are you, How's the pig trader
The sailor introduced himsoH formally
and produced papers.
Come to take photographs Of Bel
sium to annoy William with have
you? Well. SO far a. am concern
ed. and especially If you can give
me q box Of matches, you may go
along and prosper. I'm only gflded
subaltern Of the staff and I am too
busy with my own Job here to find
time to run you In. But II you go on
long enough you'll come across some
officer who'll either hang you out OF
hand or pack you OF home again.
much the British farmer to be quite
in this dear country.
ISN'T there a grand smell Of beer in
this ruin? There's not drop left,
though I've looked.
II came to meet a party here. SIR. a
Belgian named Mumm. Have you seen
him by any chancer
IF he was a little fellow with pale
face. and hump shoulders and q club
foot who carried an Internal machine
with . handle to It. did. Lord, do
itch. Haven't got any insect powder
by any chance. have your
I'm sorry. sir, but I'm travelling
light at present. 1t was Mumm you
saw. Did he leave any messagef
Well, as you seem to be the noble-
man he expected. you may as well
have IL. He returns anon I'm not
much good at Choctaw, but as far AZ
could gather from his rapid converse
tion, he's gone to fetch his wife and
bring her back here"
'James!' said Kettle nervously. Ills
wife! didn't know he had one. I
don't like thfs."
Cheer up," said the subaltern, cock
Ing his head and admiring his map
work, "and don't fear the worst. You
haven't seen the lady yet. She may
even be good looking. You can never
your recent stroll through that barbed
wire In front. did you happen to notice
what gauge It was, or must go out
'.Tm afraid I don't carry an accu-
rate wire gauge In my eye. SIR. But
I've got an errand out there as sson
as I've found something to drink. and
..If you don't look out" said the star
onicer thoughtfully. your promising
young career will be cut short Il you
20 gadding about In this health re-
sort. Have you been hit already by
any chance? noticed you hmped
when you came in. ..
THAT was on account Of my wooden
leg. sir"
:oh, sorry Didn't know was dip-
ping into domestic secrets. II you
want q drink. there's my flask. It's
filthy, but it's wet. It's made OF some
patent tabloids that my favorite aunt
sends me, and IL guaranteed. believe,
TO keep of malarial fever. fngrowing
toenaiis. and that tired feeling. Here.
y ryAr q II