Evening star., 1918-07-21
CAPTAIN KETTLE ON THE WARPATH -ne.L

upon them. were hard to move. Their
country had been crushed with
Satanic eficiency. Terror stalked
through i rsw-hsadsd- % .,a they .c,umaa mac
Of q censored newspaper. The full
beaStly story had been chartered out
to them by wild-eyed. shivering sur
vivors. Small wonder they were
"To hear you ducks talk" said Capt.
Kettle. disgustedly. zone would pc
lieve you don't want to do anything.
or say anything. or think anything
that'll hurt the Emperor OF Ger.
playing | heirs delight with your
women and kids this minute. ane the
most you can say is so mote ~ pc.
Can't some Of you do a bit OF kihins
in your turne Get ct, out svsiv or here; Germsn se
you see with your fingernails and
your teeth II you've nothing better,
and you'l hnd the German will run.
Then gather your women and como
what. you'l take our wives, toof
You never said that before"
Then, by James! say II now.
Now then, out with you! All that
are back here with their women IN
two hours time I will take out Of
this filthy Belgium to place where
the Huns can't get"
The mechanics sullenly shouldered
their way out through the cellar door
with Kettles tongue lashing them
ness Of a distant corner came the
frightened moan Of N. Joseph Mumm.
Give me a little money. I must
have money. 1t is to buy film with"
Shut up! You're after drugs again.
and you've a skinful Of those already.
Now clear out Of this one-time. and
go and hunt up your wife. I'll come
with you till you find her. in case
what your errand is-you miserable
bag of shivers"
Out into the street they went, lit
now by burning houses, and horrid
with the noises of a sack.
my God! we shall be seen in all this
glare, said poor Joseph. "Dieu de
Dieui but hear the screams"
There are too many screams for my
taste. said the sailor acidIy. Where
did you say Mrs. Joseph wasT
"At the cafe where we dined."
Then go along and collect her and
bring her to the lodge. I'd better not
come with you as 1 expect I look a
bit English. and might bring down
attention But I will hang about,
board and board, in the ofiing. and
bear hand If you look like needing
one. Mind your head- 49,
murder and with blood-lust giaring
from his eyes. ran at them from a
doorway. Joseph Mumm covered his
face, moaned and covered up against
the wall. Capt Kettle attracted the
mans charge with a yell. then lodged.
after he jumped upon the mans back
and dirked him heartily with his own
bayonet-
Joseph Mumm found himself shaken
yiciously by fierce-faced man with .
red torpedo beard, in pickle-haube
James! Do you dare to make me give
an order twice? I told you to be OF
and collect your wife. Go! Dye hear
me! Go. you swinew
The humpback hobbled of. and Ket-
tie. with Mauser at the trail. followed
the sack continued and horror
abounded. Another soldier danced mp
drunk, with rife slung over his
shoulder and cigar boxes in his arms.
ALI the boxes except two he dropped
to the cobbles. and then opening
those he had left, he solemnly emptied
the tobacco rolls over Capt. Kettles
helmet.
Il dashed upon Capt. Kettle that
here was a certificate for his disguise.
The German had taken him for
another German and. in view of what
was necessary. But at the same time.
as head Of the Wharfedale Particular
Methodists, he felt very keenly the
degradation of being an actor. He,
followed after NJ Mumm, telling him
self that bundle Of terror little knew
what insults his protector was forced
to put up with. ,tsS via
Joseph Mumm tottered in between
the Eayly-lft, green-painted tubs OF
shrubs which advertised the front OF
the cafe at a point where two
streams of German officers made in
gress and egress. Capt. Sir Owen
Kettle, with a start, remembered that
q German private should never
breathe the air hallowed by his ofhcer,
and (using his new-found caution1
cut into a side street and worked his
way round to the back of the cafe,
where he remembered a side window.
But when he put his face to the
name and peered through the side OF
the blind, the scene dished up through
that narrow slit staggered even his
steel nerve. The place was full Of
German officers, many Of them roar
ing with drink. At one side OF the
ruined cafe lay Mime. Mumm. dead.
There was no doubt as to how she
had died. Facing a group Of three Of
the soberer officers, Joseph. who hAo
loved her, with light laugh and hu-
morous gesture, was giving tnforma-
tion about the little town. he Was
making no attempt to avenge ms
wife. He was merely being traitof-
my Great James" muttered ketue-
"And they hate the English tnou-
sand times worse than they nate .nsse
poor devils. What would the swine
do if they got to England? There's
only one way of tanning them now,
and that's by killing them on.