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The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1918-04-12

"And what does she intend?" King
asked him suddenly.
"She? Ask Allah, who put the spirit
In herl How should / know?"
"We will march again, my brothers J"
King shouted, and they streamed along
behind him, now with no advance
guard, but with the Orakzai Pathan
striding beside Kings horse. with a
great hand on the saddle. Like the
others, he seemed decided in his mind
that the hakim ought not to be allowed
much chance to escape.
Just as the dawn was tinting the
surrounding peaks with softest rose
they topped ridge, and Khinjan lay
below them across the mile-wide bone
dry valley. And while they watched,
and the Khinjan men were beginning
to murmur (for they needed no last
view Of the place to satisfy any long
ings y none else than Ismail rose from
behind rock and came to Kings STIR
rup. He tugged and King backed his
horse until they stood together apart.
"She sends this message" said Is
mail, showing his teeth in the most
peculiar grin that surely the "Hills"
ever witnessed. ''Many Of her men,
who have never been in the army, are
none the less true to her, and she will
not leave them to the mullah's mercy.
They will leave the caves in q little
while, and will come up here. They
are to go down into India and be made
prisoners If the sirkar will not enlist
them. You are to wait for them here"
SIS that all her messenger King
asked him.
"Nay. That is none Of It'll This is
her message: THOU SHALT KNOW
THIS DAY, THOU ENGLISHMAN,
WHETHER OR NOT SHE TRULY
LOVED THEE! THERE SHALL BE
PROOF SUCH AS EVEN THOU
SHALT UNDERSTAND
Ismail slipped away and lost himself
among the men, and none Of them
seemed to notice that he had been
away and had come again. It was a
little more than an hour after dawn
and the chilled rocks were beginning TO
grow warmer when the head Of pro-
cession came out Of Khinian gate and
started toward them over the valley.
In all more than five hundred men
emerged and about a hundred women
and children. Then:
sMuhammad Amin comes!" shouted
voice from crag top.
They Struggled into better hiding,
and there was no thought now of leav-
ing before the mullah should go by.
It needed an effort to quiet them when
the mullah rose into view at last above
the rise and paused for minute to
stare across at Khinjan before lead
ing his four thousand down and on
ward. He was silent as an image, but
his men roared like river in flood and
he made no effort to check them.
He dismounted, for he had to, and
tossed his reins to the nearest man
with the air of an emperor. And he
led the way down the cliffside without
hesitation, striding like a mountaineer.
His men followed him noisily.
It was thirty minutes after the last
of the mullah's men had vanished
through the gate, and his own men in
dozens and twenties were scattered
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1918-04-12
Invented Cherokee AIphabet.

Sequoyah, inventor of the Cherokee
alphabet. was Vne Of tire great men
Of the Indian race lie vas a half
brecd. whose EhglixN 5ame was
George Guess His father was a white
man End his -Aother . sall-bleoA u
dian woman
The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1918-04-12

threw most doubt on the sentry's tale
about the golden hair. But, as the
sentry said, no doubt Partan Singh
was jealous.
There is no doubt whatever that the
general went back to Peshawur In the
train at eight o'clock and that the
Hangar went with him In separate
compartment with about dozen hill.
men chosen from among those who had
come down with King.
And it is certain that before they
went King had talk with the Hangar
in room alone, Of which CONVERSE
tiop, however, the sentry reported aft
erward that he did not overhear one
word: and he had to go to the doctor
with cold in his ear at that. He said
he was nearly sure he heard weeping
But, on the other hand, those who saw
both of them come out were certain
that both were smiling.
1t is quite certain that Athelstan
King went up the Khyber again, for
the official records say SO, and they
never lie, especially in time Of war. He
rode q coal-black mare, and Courtenay
called him "Chikki"-a '1ifter."
Some say the Hangar went to Delhi.
Some say Yasmini is in Delhi. Some
say no. But it is quite certain that be-
fore he started up the Khyber King
showed Courtenay great gold brace
let that he had under his sleeve. Five
men saw him do 1t.
And If that was really Rewa Gunga
in the generals train, why was the
general so painfully polite. to him? And
why did Ismail insist on riding in the
train, instead of accepting Kings offer
to go up the Khyber with him?
One thing is very certain. King was
right about the jihad. There has been
none in spite Of all Turkeys and Ger
many's efforts. There have been spo-
radio raids, much as usual, but nothing
one brigade could not easily deal with.
the press to the contrary notwithstand-
ing.
King Of the Khyber rifles is now
major, for you can see that by turning
up the army list.
But II you wish to know Just what
TRANSFERRED in the room in Jamrud Fort
while the general and Courtenay wait
ed, you must ask King-if you dare:
for only he knows, and one other. II
is not likely you can find the other.
But 1t is likely that you may hear
from both of them again. for "A wom-
an and intrigue are one!" as India
says. The war seems long, and the
world is large, and the chances for in
trigues are almost infinite, given such
combination as King and Yasmini and
love affair.
And as King says on occasion:
''Kuch dar nahin hal (! There is no such
thing as fear!" Another one might
say. "The roofs the limit I"
And bear in mind. for this is impor.
tant: King wrote to Yasmini letter.
In Urdu from the mullah's cave, in
which he as good as gave her his word
Of honor to be her "loyal servant"
should she choose to return to her ALE
glance. He is no splitter of hairs, no
quibbler. His word is good on the
darkest night or wherever he casts a
shadow in the sun.
"a man and his promise-a woman
and intrfgue-are one"
(THE END.)
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22

was a peculiar appropriate
b ness in the choice of Senlis as
the place where the armistice
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
The archdeacon protested.

The archdeacon protested.
But that is not possible" he cried. "It
would be monstrous injustice"
Gail the towns where our soldiers are
fired on will meet the same fate" the Ger
man replied coldly.
Tho archdeacon implored mercy for
Sanls.
II have nothing to say about it," the
colonel said. "The orders are from the
High Command"
"Then do me one favor" the priest
begged. "Let me go to the Great Head
quarters and plead there the cause of my
poor village"
At this the German suffered an attack
of consideration.
"Have you reflected" he asked, "that you
will be held as hostage ?"
'Never mind me-" the priest replied. 81
will stay at home all day tomorrow, so
that you will have no trouble in finding me-
And I will be greatly obliged if you can
do what I ask"
He waited all the next day, as he had
said, but no one came for him, and in the
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22

evening he learned that the German High
Command had decided to be satisfied with
a partial execution of the order. Certain
quarters of the town were spared, but the
Rue de la Republique was destroyed from
end to end. The court house, the police
headquarters and the railroad station were
all completely effaced as though they had
never existed above their cellars
"They did it with the most thorough
method" said one of the inhabitants who
witnessed the destruction. There was no
shelling Nothing was left to chance.
They went from house to house and from
door to door with incendary bombs that
they threw inside the houses. If they
found a store closed and the door locked,
the proprietor having fled, they forced the
door open and threw the bomb inside
eyes," said another, "and on the third
day they sang and shouted at their work
like demons. They were drunk, not tipsy,
as on holiday, but drunk like savages, or
brutes. Do you know how many bottles of
champagne were drunk at the chateau of
Claimant, where the headquarters were :?
Twelve hundred! That was for the Off
GERS. The men drank the ordinary wine
from the barrels"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22

quickly enough to her to dsburden his sick,
heavy heart.
But by the third day of his journey his
thoughts and his feelings had become alto
gether different.
In his mothers heart there dwelt proud
picture of him. He must not spoil that
picture. She had always priced him highly,
to the point of eXaggeration. He would
often feel embarrassed when his good
mother would get to talking with her
friends and relatives about his many vir-
tues. She beheld in him qualities which
he never possessed, and ascrbed to him
deeds that he had never performed. Not
because she wished to deceive anybody but
because he had kept the truth from her.
He turned red at the recollection of sew
eral episodes. Thus, she would often boast
fully relate the wonderful criticisms that
he had received for playing certain role
in an amateur production. The critic or
the typesetter had merely confused the
names his acting had been roundly con-
demned. But he had not found the courage
to disillusion her.
He was suddenly overcome by a horrible
thought. Perhaps because of this very ele-
ment in his character he such a cursed
man? He became very uneasy. He began
to feel that he was upon the point Of
solving his life riddle.
He who can pursue his daily life calmly
in an atmosphere of lies deceves only him
self; everybody else recognizes him for
what he really is. He becomes repellent
to them, unworthy Of esteem, scorned And
finally they get to believe that a man with
such character may also be a spy For
spy needs, above ALL to be able to pass
himself off for that which he is not
He shook with fever. There was no
doubt about it; he must have something Of
the spy in him. Had it not been just like
spy when he had placed his ear to the
door of Anna's room and then opened it?
With such thoughts as these he continued
to goad himself into a wild despair. For
would be rescued from all the angry blows
| of fate if he should free himself from his
lies. Absolute truth would bring him rest
and happiness.
But this mood he laughed off at once.
! Sheer mysticism!
No, he would not bring his mother the
news that he was an il-fated misfit, for
saken by God and all good spirits. 1t would
| kill her to learn that the Ochranka wanted
to drag him into it's ranks. And how could
she help him in his love, when he had de-
J ceived himself?
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
oA1by Story of the Russian Renolution
BY DAVID PlNSK

to cover things up. 81 said nothing he
began. 81 merely repeated what you al
ready know"
"No, didn't know it, You may be sure.
too, that at the first opportunity I'll tell
those concerned how careful you are"
1t was the agents turn to feel lost. He
was now in Vilbushevitchs hands. "You
may go to the devil" he cursed "That's
what | say to you
'llavcn't you anything more to ask me 2"
They were now at Vilbushevitch's door
The spy spat out, snared several coarse
oaths and disappeared
Vilbushcvitch stood watching him as he
walked Off On the proofreader's lips
curled satisfied smile He had not hoped
to shake off the agent SO quickly. His heart
felt lighter than ever The devil is not
always frightful; he has his comical side,
too. But he must tell her of this And
perhaps he would tell her more With
laughter he would unburdcn his heart He
would tell her everything. Everything.
About his love, too.
In high feather he proceeded to Annals
house, with palptating heart and impa-
tlent steps.
From her room came the sound Of mans
voice The man was speaking in restrained,
careful tones, as not to be heard on the
other side of the door.
Vilbushcvitch experienced sinking feel
ing. He would be unable to speak his heart
now. He would have to wait till the other
man left.
But why the other man talking so
secretly in there? Something in the per-
sons voice vexed Vilbushevitch
He remained standing, completely at q
loss. Should he knock at the door, and
enter? Should he go back?
Suddenly it became Significantly still in
side. AS if two persons had interrupted
their conversation and sunk into silent
meditation. Against his will Vilbushcvitch
brought his ear closer to the door. He
was sure that he heard motions. Hc
knocked weakly, circumspectly and
opened the door at once, with trembling
hands.
Anna and his friend Leggin sat with their
arms around each others necks, Joined in
long kiss.
Obvious to everything. They had not
heard the knocking at the door, nor had
they noticed that it had been opened
Vilbushevitch was frightened. He felt a
nervous tug at his heart. He barely sum
moned the strength with which to close the
door. Then he departed, softly, slowly
with a heavy, hammering heart, with feet
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
How the Gods Have Remembered Sen1is

ton, and, as matter of fact, the draft Of
it was found on his body few days later.
The major then ordered that a number
Of the citizens should be taken as hostages
They seized as chance willed, one
because he was a clerk in the City Hall
and happened to be there another because
he was standing on his doorstep. NJ.
Odent was, of course, the first. They were
all marched away to Claimant, where the
headquarters of the division had been es-
tabished.
When the old archdeacon got back to his
house he found a German colonel installed
there.
81 am very sorry for YOU" was the
colonel's greeting to the priest.
"Why so 2" the archdeacon asked.
because tomorrow you will have no
more town." replied the colonel.
"But I don't understand you," the old
priest said. "What do you mean? ?"
"To-morrow," the colonel explained, "your
town will be burned destroyed. We are
going to make of it a new Louvain. 1t
will be our French Louvain."
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
~ cath for the
A Mayor

at was at CLAIMANT" said the first, that
They put a revolver to his temple and blew
his head into bits. Then they buried him
head down and with his feet in the air
He was found so several days later.
''And when they came to leave they made
some of our people march ahead of their
column, to protect them, that if our
soldiers fired it would be our own people
who would be killed first. Among them
a little girl, only five years old. And
she was wounded in the thigh"
NJ. Barbour, sixty years old, n druggist,
was one of the hostages taken TO Claimant
with NJ. Odent He was chosen because
he happened to be standing in the door
of his store, watching the entry of the
German troops. Seven of the hostages
were killed He escaped through the in
tervention of chicken.
eve did not know our fate for days" he
said in describing his adventures. Ger
man troops were continually passing through
and so we never remained very long under
the same commander. There were some
who wanted to destroy everything and
talked All the time OF shooting every one
in sight, though that were a mania with
them. They would go and others would
come who were less bloodthirsty; then
others still worse would come, and some of
our number would in fact, be killed. 1t
that way with seven of the hostages.
credit my escape to a roasted chicken
"The officer who guarded us had had it
cooked. He was called away and a soldier
stole it. / saw the theft, and when the
officer returned and made great row about
his chicken I recovered it from the place
where it had been hidden He was so de-
lighted that he helped me to escape"
Such was the history of the first German
visit to Senlis. They returned to the little
town they had so grievously wronged to
sign their admission of defeat.
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g Now he knew for certain that he would
not tell his mother word of his troubles.
And when his surprised mother kissed and
embraced him, moistening his cheek with
her tears of happiness, he told her with
feigned cheerfulness that he had been
seized with an irresistible longing to see
her-hs dear little mother-whereupon he
had packed his feet on his shoulders and
come straight to her.
His haggard features she ascribed to the
effects Of the war, and she made up her
mind to fatten him up during his stay. His
tears she attributed to his joy at being
once again with her with his dear old,
beloved mamma
But his tears came from an intense yearn-
ing to speak his woes, to pour out the sor-
rows of his heart, his overburdened spirit
How gladly would he have buried his head
in her lap and wept his eyes dry, crying
out to her how unhappy he was. - But he
did not do this and when he was left alone
in his room, while his mother went to buy
some food for her darling guest and incl
dentally to spread the news among her
neighbors that her Nahum had come, he
threw himself upon the little bed and broke
into bitter tears. He pressed his head to
the pillow as if he were clinging to his
mother, and kept repeating, Mother,
mother, how unhappy ami"
But when she returned laughing, with a
countenance that beamed with JOY, his
mother found him likewise smiling heartily
and tenderly. And together they spent the
happiest day of their lives.
And thus passed joyous days in rapid
succession. He spent the whole summer
with his mother in the distant village,
where even the great war only penetrated
like a far-off, strange echo. And when
he was at last about to leave he felt a
keen satisfaction that he had told her moth
ing She would not have allowed him to
go away, she would have felt uneasy and
unhappy. He felt stronger now, both in
body and in spirit. He no longer feared
the Ochranka- He'd talk to them differ
emily now! SO he journeyed back to the
capital. He did not desire to hide him
self; he wanted, on the contrary, to take
up the fight and knew that he would
emerge the victor. Then he would breathe
freely; then he would be able to liberate
his soul from the nightmare that had so
long oppressed it; ne would relate every
thing to his mother, and tell her what a
miracle had been wrought in his soul by
his stay with her.
Nor did his love for Anna any more dis
turb him. Once he received letter which
she had sent to his address at the capital
few days after his departure. She ex-
pressed surprise at his sudden disappear
ance. He tore the letter and felt that he
had broken his chains. Never again should
this woman enter his life.
He knew very we'll how he would treat
with her. He would not seek her out II
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
Zz3zlzz The Man Who Was Not

Maybe do" replied the spy, coarsely,
and maybe don't. But you tell me-"
"A shame" joked Vilbushevitch. "a man
In the government service, not to know
what word counter is!'
"Never mind. Don't beat about the hush
Tell me-"
Il told you his name, and you can re-
port it; Nichandrevtch, word counter At
the Ochranka they'll know
The agent grew angry. an bet that
you'll soon tell me-"
Vilbushevitch was not particularly anx-
ious to find out what his ignorant COM
panion would do. Again he felt a twinge of
the great uneasncss in his heart He af-
fected pleasant countenance, however, and
with smile replied: ~ can tell it to YOU
without bet But remember that YOU
learned something from me. Listen. now.
Many writer's arc paid for their articles by
the word"
His nearer was incredulous. "By the
word! You don't tell me any stories.
please"
"l'm not telling you any fibs If you're as
ignorant as all that, then l can't help you"
The spy wished to become very coarse.
Here, you! Don't call mo ignorant!"
"No, really. How is it that you don't
know such simple thing? Have you never
heard that Tolstoy received dollar word
from an American magazine? 2"
"Tolstoy? What do you mean? Who's
that?"
Count Tolstoy! Leo Nicolaevitch Tol-
stoy!"
The churl felt that he was making an ex-
hibition of his own ignorance. From Vii
bushevitch's astonished tone he gathered
that he had made very bad impression
with this Tolstoy business. SO he quickly
turned the conversation back
"Well, and what is a word counter?o
"When they pay by the word, they must
know just how many words there are in the
article the story
"Aha! SO he counts the words"
Good for you'll"
The stranger felt highly satisfied with
this evidence Of his deductive powers.
"What's there to understand about that
I've understood harder things than that.
But you're not at all smart You don't
know what you're at. If you did, you'd talk
differently to me. Tell me, now. What
place did your editor leave for last night 90
HAS my editor left town."
'No lying, now! You know he hast"
perhaps as war correspondent"
"That's not true. He left for Poland"
"If you know, the1 why did you ask me ?'
Answer when you're asked"
81 really know nothing about it, This
is the first l have heard of it, If I talk
with you much longer III learn all kinds of
things from you"
The agent realized that he had let slip a
piece of important information and desired
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
\ German Excuse
N for Murder

The German troops made thelr entrance
eral officers came first, and went at once
to the City Hall, where they found M.
Odent, the Mayor. He was q quiet, rather
timid little man, much beloved by his fell
low citizens The night before he had sent
his family away, at the same time advising
all the inhabitants to flee before the adj
vancing Germans. M. Odent himself re-
manned to do what he could to save his
beloved village, and the German major
found him on the steps of the City Hall.
care you the Mayor of Senlis ?" the officer
demanded.
eyes" NJ. Odent replied.
"Can you guarantee that the inhabitants
will not oppose in any way the entry of
our troops, and that they will make no
trouble of any kind? Your life is at
stake
"Monsieur," NJ Odent replied, "my little
town is very quiet place. We never
have any trouble here. You can be
sure"-
AT the precise moment there was a rattle
of musketry in the outskirts of the town,
where a battalion of Turcos contested the
advance of the German troops.
The German major became suddenly
furious.
"What is that?" he cried. at is an am
bush They are firing on our from
the houses"
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-12-22
He turned to M. Odent.

"This is the end of you,' he said.
But tn archdeacon OF the cathedral came
to the help of the Mayor. He had seen
the arrival of the German officers and hur-
ried to the City Hall. The firing was by
regular troops, the archdcacon assured the
major.
yes" said the officer, "and by civilians
also. Moreover, Mr.. Mayor. where are your
notices to the population? Where is your
proclamation"
81 have not made any proclamation" NJ
Odent began
"Whatl" shouted the German. "You ad-
nit it! You have made no appeal to the
inhabitants to remain calm."
"No, monsieur"
every we'll. You shall be shot"
The archdeacon INTERVIEWED agar
"Write the notice at once" he said to
the Mayor. 81 beg it Of you. [ Will carry
it to the printer and we will have it in
an hour"
NJ. Odent was confused He promised
vaguely that he would write the proclama-