Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 173, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 July 1916 — Page 2

The Red Mirage

A Story of the French Legion in Algiers

SYNOPSIS. Sylvia Onaney. her lover, Richard Farquhar, finds, has fallen In love with Captain Arnaud of the Foreign Legion. In Captain Sower's room Farquhar forces Sower to have Preston’s I. O. U.> returned to him. Farquhar is helped to his rooms by Gabrielle Smith. Sower demands an apology. Refused, he forces Farquhar to resign his commission in return for possession of Farquhar’s father's written confession that he had murdered Sower’s father. Gabrielle saves Farquhar from suicide. To shield Arnaud. Sylvia’s fiance, Farquhar professes to have stolen war plans and tells the real culprit why he did so. As Richard Nhmeless he joins the Foreign Legion and sees Sylvia, now Mme. Arnaud, meet Colonel Destinn. Farquhar meets Sylvia and Gabrielle, and learns from Corporal Goets of the colonel's cruelty. Arnaud becomes a drunkard and opium smoker. Sylvia becomes friendly with Colonel Destinn. Arnaud becomes Jealous of Farquhar.

Do you think It Is possible for a young woman who has made her big “mistake” In a love affair to return once more to the fold of decorous society? If she proves sincere In her return, will that society protect her good reputation if it learns her secret?

CHAPTER Vlll—Continued. Outside in the quiet street her husband awaited them with the carriage. He saluted gravely, assisted them Into their places, and in silence they drove rapidly through the awaking town. A second carriage, traveling at a more deliberate pace, blocked the narrow avenue, and they pulled up sharply beneath an overhanging lantern. There was a subdued rattle of arms. Arnaud leaned forward. “Ah, It’s you, Goetz! One man is sufficient here. Have you anyone you can trust?” “Stand forward —No. 4005!” There was a brief silence. Arnaud rested his chin In his hand and stared down at the man drawn up stiffly before him. The other hand lay clenched on his knee, and the knuckles stood out white. “You heard—No. 4005? You will keep guard alone here.” 2—“ Yes.” —-———...... ■ “It Is well. Drive on.” Again the soft clash of steel. Arnaud dropped back In his corner. The light fell on his face for a moment, and Gabrielle Smith saw that he was smiling watchfully at the woman beside her. Sylvia had not moved. She had not even glanced In his direction or at the man to whom he had spoken. Her lips were still parted in the childish expression of wondering anticipation, and her eyes glistened. Arnaud laughed and turned away from her. A moment later they passed out of the somber shadows into the light, from the unfathomable eastern hush into the babble and movement of the West. Instinctively Gabrielle glanced back for a moment. It was as though she had been lifted suddenly out of a black, mysterious sea on to a fa iry island, and that against the haze of light she could hear the waves beating In sullen threatening disappointment. When she turned again she found that Sylvia bad already vanished into the crowd, and that she was alone with Arnaud. He glanced down at her. Over his pale features there passed a ehadow of pity and annoyance. “I am afraid my wife is not always very considerate,” he said apologetically." “You scarcely know any of these people.” “I know one or two,” she answered. “In any case I like to look on. You are not to bother about me. I can take care of myself.” “Yes, you can take care of yourself.” He nodded moodily. “There are not many of us who can do that much, Miss Smith. We pretend that we hold the reins, but It is the devil who drives.”

"Yes,” she admitted, “our particular devil.” “Do you know that? How do you know?” “Perhaps I have been into the ditch myself. Captain Arnaud. Perhaps’'— and then she looked him full into the s ac tonight has taught me,” and then, before he could answer she turned from him and passed out resolutely on to the veranda. He did not follow her beyond the first step. A man in civilian dress had come out of a flowered alcove/and as he saw his face Arnaud drew back with white lips. The stranger appeared not to notice him. He limped out on the veranda, his uneven step curiously noiseless. - Gabrielle Smith stood with her hands resting on the balustrade, her face lifted to the sky, already silvered with the first bltish of the rising moon. All was quiet. The band had ceased playing; the voices behind them had sunk to a vague murmur. “Gabrielle,” the man said, scarcely above his breath, and then louder, with t note of impulsive interrogation, “Gabrielle!” She turned and looked at him, and neither spoke. Whatever surprise consternation there had been in her

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face had vanished. Her eyes met his haggard, bewildered appeal steadily and sadly. Then she made a slight gesture—a gesture which seemed to indicate an immeasurable distance —and passed down the steps into the darkness. No. 4005 shouldered his rifle and resumed the monotonous tramp backward and forward across the narrow entrance to the grove. He moved rapidly and from time to time glanced about him with the straining vigilance of a man who suspects his loneliness. Southward lay open country, a silver stretch broken by a dark ridge of sandhills and a clump of high palms rising in majestic solitude from the hidden green of their oasis. To the north Sidi-bel-Abbes, beneath the magic moonlight a white-walled city of enchantments, dreamed while her minarets kept ceaseless watch over the distant desert.

Richard Farquhar listened; he heard subdued laughter and then the soft fall of a woman’s feet For all the haunting realization of danger he did not turn. He had not been conscious of hope, but hope, wild and unreasoning, sprang out of nothing and drummed the mad blood into his ears. “Mr. Farquhar!” He turned, and the butt end of his rifle jarred against the stones.' She stood a few paces from him in a narrow clearing where the moonlight fell upon her, and he saw every feature of the small face, every phase of her expression changing from a curious mock-

“A sentry on duty?” he said ironically, looking from one to the other. “A pleasant relaxation from discipline, by my faith. Your number and regiment, sir?” “4005, of the First, my colonel.” “One of my own particular heroes. We have already met, I fancy. Report yourself tomorrow to your captain. For the present perhaps you will condescend to resume your duties. Mademoiselle may I not have the pleasure of bringing you back to your friends?” He offered her his arm, his hard

He Stood In a Bright Patch Which the Moon Threw on to the Sandy Avenue.

ery to grave concerns He bit his teeth together. “Why did you come?” he asked. “Was it really for the pleasure of my society?” “I knew that you were in some danger tonight, Mr. Farquhar.” Her face was turned away now. When she spoke, after a moment’s silence, her voice had deepened with an unknown emotion. “Mr. Farquhar,” she said, “it was a woman’s loving fear for you .which brought me here.” “Thank you,” he said simply. He turned away from her. The momentary weakness was over. The gaunt features under the military cap were composed and resolute. Close at hand was movement, the crunching of the sandy soil under a sharp quick tread, and instinctively his hand slipped to his bayonet.

“I ask you to go now,” he said in an imperative undertone. “You have done what you eould. It was brave and good of you, but to remain is sheer folly. I am practically unarmed. We aren't trusted with cartridges, and if anything happens—” “I choose to be foolish,” she interrupted coolly. He made a movement of protest and appeal, but it was already too late. A shadow loosened Itself from the darkness and came out into the clearing. Farquhar's rifle sank to the ground. The moon was at her zenith. In the brilliant yet deceptive light the newcomer loomed out gigantic, supernatural.

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mouth twisted with a contemptuous amusement She had risen and stood beside him, shaken by a sudden trouble. He looked at her keenly. “If you are sorry, mademoiselle, will you do something for me? I want you to go back and find Madame Arnaud. Ask her to speak to me for a few minutes. I shall be outside. Tell her it concerns her husband’s proposed exchange. She will understand. I would go myself, but my condition forbids it." Gabrielle glanced at him and saw that he was in undress, and that his uniform was stained with dust. “Colonel Destinn,” she said slowly, “the man you have just punished for speaking to me is my one friend. We brushed shoulders, as it were, months ago, -when three flights of stairs separated us—materially and socially. Now by chance we have met again on the same level. ‘Birds of a feather,’ you know, Colonel Destinn. I too, am something of a scalawag, and the only virtue of the species is a certain loyalty to their kind. I am here to keep guard.”

“Keep guard?” he echoed, half puzzled, half amused. “He has an enemy.” “And you are here as a sort of deus ex machina? Name of heaven, a friend of metal! Give me the name of this evilly intentioned person?” “That I cannot do, Colonel Destinn. But I will make a bargain with you. If you will forget tonight’s delinquencies and will take my place until I return, I will go on your errand. Otherwise I stay here.” He was silent a moment, bls band at his mustache; then he' looked at her with a curious smile. “You are an unusual little woman, mademoiselle.” He seated himself on the root of the tree, and drawing out his watch held it to the light. "I give you ten minutes,” he added. “In ten minutes I shall have returned,” she answered. “One thing more. Ido not wish anyone to know of my presence here. It would cause comment The matter is between Madame Arnaud and myself. You understand?”

“Yes—l understand,” she assented slowly. At a bend in the avenue she glanced back for a moment, searching the darkness. Colonel Destinn’s somberly clad figure was hidden in the black outlines of the trees, but beyond, clean cut against the silvery plain, she saw Richard Farquhar’s upright watchful figure. Half satisfied, she hurried on. As she reached the Villa Bernotto’s the waltz came to a languorous end, and a few couples in search of fresh air drifted out on to the veranda. Sylvia Arnaud, with her hand resting lightly on the arm of a young lieutenant, stood at the top of the steps, her head thrown back a little so that the soft reflection from the overhanging lantern flooded down upon her face and the beautiful white neck. Gabrielle touched her on the elbow and she started. “Oh, It’s you, Miss Smith! I thought— What is it?” “Colonel Destinn Is in the grove,” was the quiet answer. “He wishes to speak with you. Will you come?” “Yes, wait!” She turned carelessly to her companion. “You will excuse me, won’t you? My husband has sent for me.”

A minute later, she stood at Gabrielle Smith's side at the entrance of the grove. She had completely changed. The coquettish light-heartedness was gone, leaving her excited and a little breathless. She glanced uneasily about her.

“I believe you are shocked,” she said hurriedly. “I had to say it was my husband. And I promised Colonel Destinn. It is about Desire —and his promotion—a surprise.” . Suddenly, with a little choking exclamation, she stopped and clung to her companion’s arm. “Miss Smith — what is that —don’t you see—there in the light—”

Instinctively Gabrielle threw off the terrified hand. She had recognized Arnaud. He stood in a bright patch which the moon threw between two great palms on to the sandy avenue. His back was toward her, his head bent, the stoop of his shoulders, the whole attitude unmistakable. She heard the faint click of a lock being slipped back, and then he turned and looked behind him. In that second his features were as visible as when limelight is turned on to the face of a consummate actor. Caph Desire Arnaud crossed the avenue and disappeared like a shadow in the darker shadows of the trees.

Sylvia shuddered and then laughed unsteadily. “How stupid of mel I was really frightened. But I did not want him to see us. It would have been hard to explain, and he has been so strange and excitable lately.” She went on alone, walking in the center of the grove where the light was strongest and humming softly to herself, like a confident child whose momentary fear is passed and forgotten. Colonel Destinn heard her coming. He was still seated where Gabrielle had left him, smoking tranquilly, and the dull glow of his cigarette lighted up an enigmatical composure. Neither pleasure nor triumph had their place in those set features, but something else—the suggestion of an Incalculable force under the heel of an incalculable will.

When Sylvia actually knowa that her husband la preparing to ahoot an innocent man from ambush, why doesn’t aha give warning or alarm? Does aha enjoy tragedy? «

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SISLER PICTURED AS A PERFECT PLAYER .

George Sisler Can Do Anything in Baseball.

The more the fans gaze upon Geoflge Sisler of the Browns the more they become convinced that he is the perfect ball player—a youth who, in time, may dim the luster of many of the brightest stars that ever shone in the baseball firmament. Sisler is a poem of motion. He Is graceful to the extreme. Every move he makes is a pretty thing to watch. He is quite a sizeable youth and carries a lot of weight, but he is wonderfully proportioned. Lajoie was considered one of the most graceful men that ever stepped upon a ball field, yet those who have seen Sisler, and also the great Larry In his prime, pass the laurels to Sisler. There is nothing in a baseball way that Sisler cannot do—and do better than the average ball player. He is a grand hitter, and his hits exude that same Z-z-zing that used to come from the bats of Wagner, Lajoie, Delehanty and other ciouters. Sisler is a speed demon. He can travel to first as fast as any man in the game. Few, if any men, can beat him in a dash from home plate to second base. He reaches the crest of his great speed after he makes the turn. Sisler originally was pitcher for the University of Michigan. Now he s first basing for the Browns because they need him there they do in the pitcher’s box. Put him anywhere in the lineup and he’s a star. He can plav any position with equal brilliancy. And wherever he is put he covers acres of ground and demonstrates that he is one of the greatest all-around ball players the game has produced. - And, bekt of all,, Sisler has brains. He is one of those players of the Cobb-Evers-Collins type —players who play, not only with the hands and feet, but with their heads as well.

WILL STICK WITH SUPERBAS

Ebbets Denies He Has Slightest Intention of Releasing Rucker, King of Southpaws.

President Charles H. Ebbets of the Brooklyn baseball club denies flatfootedly that he has the slightest intention of dropping Nap Rucker, who, until two years ago, was the king of the southpaw pitchers. Said Boss Ebbets : -• “Rucker has been one of the most willing workers the Brooklyn club ever had. He will positively be carried all this season, and he will be with us next season unless his arm Is absolutely worthless. The Brook-

Nap Rucker.

lyn club owes a sentimental debt to Rucker for his faithfulness, and I have always wanted to see such a great pitcher on a championship team. I believe that we have such a team this yfear, and I have not the slightest intention of depriving him of his great chance to round out his career.” Rucker was in nineteen games last season. He won nine and lost four, and was fourteenth among the National league pitchers in effectiveness. The story that he was through for the season was not believed by those familiar with the circumstances.

Another “Dead Ringer.”

Each newcomer who breaks into the game and makes good is hailed as a “dead ringer” for somebody more famous. They are saying now -that Smallwood, the Newark pitcher, is just like Christie Mathewson in looks and actions.

BASEBALL STORIES

The Browns are creeping up in the list every day. * * * Crowds of 15,000 and 18,000 are common to Cleveland this year. ♦♦ • / BCrt Niehoff, for a player of whom little is heard, is doing pretty well. ♦ • • Tris Speaker, the man, doesn’t emulate his name, but his bat speaks volumes. • * • There are some ball players who incline more to the capital I than to the batting eye. ♦ * * A sprinkling of fans sometimes refers only to those within reach of a boxer’s corner. * • • “Tillie” Walker has come to life with a vengeance and looks like the player he was in 1914. * » * Harold Cable of the Newark Indians still looks like the best prospect in the International league. * ♦ * It requires a great deal of civic pride for a baseball fan to keep on boosting a losing team. ♦ ♦ ♦ Because he had outgrown Pullman berths, Otis Crandall had to be put od the waiver list by Fielder Jones. ♦ ♦ ♦ Scouts are having their troubles finding ball players. The munition factories have copped most of them. * * * “Charley” Pick, Athletic third baseman, is not a youngster. A number of years ago he pastimed for Toledo.

A lot of those college graduates being signed up for the major league will figure in the AB column, at any rate. ♦ * • These be festive days for Father Knickerbocker with the Giants, Yankees and Dodgers up in the front ranks. ... Fielder Jones’ hitless wonders of 1906 will be remembered long after his winless wonders of 1916 are forgotten. • •' • Statesmen decline presidential nominations with the same frequency that Tris Speaker resents an Increase in salary. On hearing that John McGraw was the best in the country on the road, a big neckwear firm offered him SI,OOO a week and expenses to sell their new creations.

GIANTS’ GREAT RECORD

The New York Glante established a record this season by winning 17 games in a row, taking every game of the 16 {flayed against western teams without a single defeat, having a win to their credit before starting on the trip. The achievement was all the more remarkable in view of the fact that the New Yorkers had lost 13 of the first 15 games played. They left home in last place and returned in second place. The following is the record of their clean sweep in the West: Where Winning) Date Played Pitcher Score May 9. .Pitts. .Tesreau 13-5 May 10.. Pitts.. Anderson... 7-1 May 11. .Pitts. .Perritt 3-2 May 12. .Pitts. .Schauer.... 3-2 May 14. .Chicago. .Tesreau. 6-4 May 15.. Chicago.. Perrltt... 3-2 May 17..5t. L.. .Anderson... 9-3 May 18. .St. L.. .Benton 3-0 May 19..5t. L...Perrltt 5-0 May 20. .St. L.. .Mathewson. 4-1 May 21.. Cln’ti.. Anderson... 11-1 May 23. .Cln’ti. .Benton 4-3 May 24. .Cln’ti..Perrltt 6-1 May 26. .Boston. .Tesreau.. .12-1 May 27. .Boston. .Anderson, 4-1 May 27. .Boston. .Benton,.. 2-1

EXPECTED TO WORK MIRACLE

George Moriarity, Former Tiger and New Manager of Memphis Team, Has Hard Job Ahead. Speaking of the change in managers at Memphis, Coyle Shea in News Scimitar says: “Watkins expects Manager George Moriarity to work a miracle with the

Manager George Moriarity.

Chicks, but unless he can go in every other day and pitch winning ball hintself—he is an infielder by trade —he will find the Job a trifle tough, not to say exasperating, and exceptionally annoying. “He will find a club well schooled in the terrible art of losing games, but he is supposed to carry the necessary inspiration to bring it back into the runnings—- “ ‘lmmediate’ is the proper word, for unless help arrives from some source very soon it will be too late. Only the bubble, showing where they last sank, will be in evidence. “Moriarlty is rated a brilliant player and a wise general, but he will find blood a scarce article in southern turnips. Or rather in turnips in the Chick pantry. “Without criticizing Morlarity in the least, it can easily be said that with the present staff George won’t cause much alarm in Nashville, New Orleans and other high places.”

TERRY SHOWING HIGH CLASS

Has Failed to Gain Regular Berth With White Sox on Account of Weaver’s Fast Work. Zeb Terry, substitute shortstop of the Chicago White Sox, has demonstrated all the high-class qualities claimed for him when he came from the coast, but he has failed to win a regular berth. The reason is George

Zeb Terry.

Weaver, who is doing Rowland’s regular shortstopping in such a manner that even a high-class youngster like the Californian can’t break in. Terry, in spite of reports to the contrary* will be kept, it is said, and in these strenuous days something yet may happen to give him mdre chance to* show his wares.