Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1921-01-21

yond him. but he could not remember.
Then, by accident the other man
touched the hidden spring Of his mem
DRY.
There are some VINO think that
Mettlich--"
"3Ecttlicll.' That was the word.
With it the curtain split, as it were,
the cloud was gone. Haeckel put Il
hand to his head.
4 few minutes later, a strange figure
dashed out Of the hospital. The night
Waterman had joined the mob, and
was at that moment selecting a rifle
from a cart. Around the cart were
students, still in their carnival finery,
wearing the colors Of his own corps.
Haeckel, desperate Of eye, pallid and
gaunt, clad still in his hospital shirt
and trousers, Haeckel climbed on to
the wagon. and mounted to the seat
/ a strange swaying figure, with band
age on his head. In spite of that
there were some who knew him.
"Haeckel!" they cried. The word
spread. The crowd Of students pressed
close.
what would you do?" he cried to
them. You know me. You see me
now. l have been done almost to
death by those you would aid. Aye,
arm yourselves, but not against your
| king. We have sworn to stand to-
gether. I call on you, men of my
corps, to follow me. There are those
who tonight will murder the little king
and put King Mob on the throne. And
they be those who have tortured me.
Look at me! This they have done to
me-" He tore the bandage off, and
showed his SCARED head. Quick" he
cried. 81 know where they hide, these
spawn Of hell. Who viii follow me-?
To the king"
ITO the kingw
They tool, up the cry a few at first,
then all of them. Mere than his words,
the gaunt and wounded figure Of
naeckel in the c9vt fought for him.
He reeIed before them. Two leaped
up and steadied him, finally, indeed,
took him on their shoulders, and led
the way. They made Il wedge Of men,
and pushed through the mob.
"T0 the little king" was the cry
they raised, ard ran, 4 flying wedge Of
white, fantastic figures. Those who
we're unarmed seized weapons from the
crowd as they passed Urged by
Haeckel, they ran through the streets.
! Haeckel knew. 1t WAS because he
had known that they had done away
with him. His mind, working now with
almost unnatural activity, few ahead
to tie house in the Road Of the Good
Children, and 10 what might be enact
ing there. His eyes burned. Now at
| last he would thWart them, unless
Just before they turned into the
| street, a h0rseman had dashed cut
Of it and flung himself out Of the sad
ole. The door was bolted, but it
opened to his ring, and Milky faced
the concierge, Milky, with a drawn re-
volver in his hand, and face deathly
white.
| lie had had no time to fire, no time
even to speak. The revolver few out
Of his hand at one blow from the fail
like arms Of the concierge. Behind
him somewhere was coming, Milky
knew, a detachment of cavalry. But
he had outdistanced them, riding frCn-
ziedly, had leaped hedges and bitches
across the park. He must hold this
man until they came.
Struggling in the grasp of the con-
cierge, he vet listened for them. From
the first he knew it was a losing bat
4 tie. He had lost before. But he
fought fiercely, with the strength of 4
/ dozen. His frenzy was cqualed By that
/ OF the other man. and his weight was
less by a half. He went down finally
and lay still, a battered, twisted fig
ure.
But Black Humbert breathing hard.
had heard sounds in the street, and
put up the chain. lie stood at bay, q
huge, shaken figure at the foot Of the
v stone staircase. He was for flight
now. But surely-outside at the door
some one gave the secret knock Of the
tribunal and followed it by the pass
word. He breathed again. Friends, OF
course, come for the ammunition. But
to be certain, he went to the window
of his bureau, and looked out through
the bars. Students!
Coming !" he called. And kicked Al
Nikky's quiet figure as he passed it
Then he unbolted the door, dropped tn,
chain, and opened the door.
Standing before him, backed by ;
great crowd of fantastic figures, wa!
Haeckel
They did not kill him ct once. 4
the points Of a dozen bayonets, intend
ed for vastly different work, the,
forced him up the staircase, fight afte
flight. AT first he cried pitifully tina
he knew nothing Of the royal child
then he tried to barter what he knew
for his life. They jeered at him
pricked him shamefully from bohin,
with daggers.
At the top Of the last flight he turnet
and faced them. Gentlemen, friends /!
he implored. 81 have done him n
i harm. 1t was never in my mind to d