The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-01-30

ed and prepared for sleep himself.
Vera, the bitch, howled near the
garden. She was looking for her
dead puppy. She nosed her way into
the garden and at last found the spot
where she smelled the buried carcass
of her young one. She stopped howl
ing and set to feverishly digging.
Dry leaves and the earth flew in
all directions.
! The sentry posted near the south
wall heard strange noise behind him.
"Who goes there" he challenged.
There was not answer. He challeng-
ed again and still no answer. He
fired shot into the darkness and
Vera, terrified, fled.
Inside the mansion Audrey heard
the shot and ran into the garden to
que: ion the sentry.
Someone was prowling about
over there near the wall, comrade,"
the sentry explained. They lit Ian
tern and made an examination of the
grounds. They came across the hole
dug by the mother-dog. A portion
of the case buried by Anton and
Count Krasnofski protruded. They
pulled the box out of the ground and
examined its contents.
II will send it to headquarters in
the morning" Audrey said. 'In the
morning y-u will take it down to
division headquarters" The sentry
was pleased with his commission
and smiled his appreciation.
Upstairs in his attic old Anton
prepared his only bed for the boy
Paul. He tucked him in as of old
and spread a spare blanket on the
floor for himself. The candle flick
cred and went out.
The bombardment has ceased ex-
cept for a low rumble away to the
south. 1t was quiet now. Silence
reigned in the house.
This was the end of the first day.
Dawn.
The beginning of the second day.
Upstairs in the little attic old An
ton arose from the cold floor racked
with rheumatic pains. Young Paul
was sic ping soundly in his bed.
Anton looked affectionately at the
mass of chestnut brown tousled hair
! which lay on his pillow.
"Get up, little master. 1t is time.
Maybe they will come and look for
YOU" The boy yawned. Then
he remembered the danger he was in
and hastily jumped out of bed.
He rushed over to the window and
looked out on the grounds down be-
low. The yard was alive with SOL
diers, horses were being watered and
fed. Smoke from the soup-wagons
curled skywards.
The sound of footsteps was heard
on the stairs. The young aristocrat
was in a panic. 'They are coming
up here-they are coming" he said
and rushed around the room looking
| for place to hide. Calmly, like the
good old father he was, Anton took
the frightened boy and led him into
an adjoining attic room and hid him
behind some old trunks and discard
ed furniture.
Hardly had the old man returned
to his room then knock was heard
on the door. His heart thumped but
outwardly his appearance was not
unusual. He brushed some dust from
his clothes and said, "Come in"
His son Audrey, the red command
er and two soldiers entered the room.
Audrey looked about the room in a
suspicious manner. He looked under
the bed, into a closet; then he saw
his picture tackled up on the wall
besides his mothers. He extended
his hand to his father.
I'm sorry, father" he said, 81
made a mistake. We have to be very
careful-these are dangerous days"
Inside the other attic room young
Paul shivered and covered behind an
old trunk. Will they never go, he
thought to himself. Then the sound
of retreating footsteps was heard
and the boy breathed a sigh of re-
lief.
Anton went into the attic and TOOK
Paul by the hands and led him back
to his room. He brushed the attic
dust off from his school uniform.
"See, little MASTER" he said, 'last
night when you were alseep went
downstairs and found some gooc
things for you to eat. Cakes, some
eggs and tea" And spreading 8
white cloth on his little table as In
the good old days he said formally
breakfast is served, little mas
ter"
The aristocratic boy seated himself
and started to eat.
Anton left the room and went int
the old attic room where he hat
hidden a loaf of black bread fol
himself. Breaking off piece HI
started his own breakfast.
END OF PART III.