Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 192, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 August 1916 — Page 2

The RED MIRAGE

By I.A.R. WYLIE

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SYNOPSIS. —l7 Sylvia Omney, her lover, Richard Farquhar. finds, has fallen In love with Captain Arnaud of the Foreign Legion. Farquhar forces Sower to have Preston's I O tFa returned to him. forces Farquhar to resign his commission. Gabrielle saves Farquhar from suicide. To shield Arnaud. Sylvia's fiance. Farquhar professes to have stolen war plans. As Richard Nameless he joins the Foreign Legion. Farquhar meets Sylvia and Gabrielle. Arnaud becomes a drunkard a.nd opium smoker. Sylvia becomes friendly with Colonel Destlnn. Arnaud becomes jealous of Farquhar and is shot down by . nlm. Arnaud goes to a dancing girl who loves him for comfort. Gabrielle meets Lowe, for whom she had sacrificed position and reputation, and tells him she Is free from him. Sylvia meets Destlnn behind the mosque. Arnaud becomes ill but Sylvia wilrnot help him, nor Interfere for Farquhar. Gabrielle, aiding Fa,rquhar, Who Is under punishment. Is mistaken by Mm mln his delirium for Sylvia. Farquhar delivering a message to Destlnn at night finds Sylvia with him. He learns that It was Gabrielle who aided him. Gabrielle leaves Sylvia and goes to Farquhar's mother, who has come to Algiers in an effort to save her son. While on a march Farquhar saves Destlnn’s life. Arnaud brings relief to the column attacked by Arabs.

"We can’t help our relatives, but thank heaven we can choose our friends," is a sentiment voiced by many persons. Richard Farquhar, in great trouble, has cause to appreciate and cherish the love of his friends for him and to loathe his kin.

CHAPTER XVII —Continued. “I stole these," he said. I thought they would be my last. I was mistaken apparently. Am I to thank you?” “Give me a cigarette instead.” Their faces were close together. The red glow of their cigarettes burned up between them, and they looked each other in the eyes. Then a hand was stretched out and touched Farquhar’s with an almost feminine gentleness. “Is there anything I can do for you—when we get back? Any message?” ••Yes —I should be grateful. Will you go to Madame Arnaud? Ask for her companion—a Miss Smith —a little countrywoman of mine. Will you tell her —how it happened?” “I promise you, Nameless.” Farquhar bowed his head for a moment “Tell her the mirage was not so splend’d as the truth." The night deepened with the silence. They had forgotten that their hands were still clasped together. Like children they dreamed old dreams and trod old paths. The dawn broke, and instinctively their eyes sought the west Amid the golden clouds drifting up from the horizon the night had built a city of temples and palaces, domed with sliver, whose pale ethereal minarets and glowing cupolas reached up into the translucent lis&t of morning. For a moment or two it brightened, the slender outlines strengthening almost to reality—then faded—and as the sun rose passed wholly into the vacant day. “Mirage!” Goetz rose slowly and stiffly. “The mirage is gone,” he said. He pointed then to something moving swiftly over the wide sweep of plain. “Colonel Destinn’s calculated within the hour,” he said. “There are the chasseurs.”

CHAPTER XVIII. The Return. In the softly-lighted courtyard of the •Hotel de France a newly-imported Zigeuner Kapelle was playing the waltz from Hoffman’s “Erzaehlungen.” Sylvia Arnaud, a red and gold Carmen, danced joyously to the slow graceful strains, and her partner smiled down into her face, upturned and brilliantly lovely in its sheer ecstasy of living. j '• L "Look at that queer old lady with the white wig! Is she a masque? And that funny, gray little thing beside her! I call them the Proprieties. What •re they doing here?” "How should I know?” Sylvia returned with sudden impatience. As they passed on Mrs. Farquhar turned and touched Gabrielle on the arm. ' “Sylvia has just seen us,” she said. "I have spoiled the evening for her. It was worth while coming. She tried to laugh at me with that young fool, but she couldn’t She is beginning to be afraid, if Richard dies I shall haunt her till she goes mad.”

In the courtyard of the hotel two more or less • Intoxicated pierrots danced a cancan to the delirious plaudits of an audience themselves overcome by the heat and passion that hung heavy in the night air. Sylvia Arnaud clapped her hands like a child. The noise of the dancing and music reached the lighted room that faced out on the avenue. At his place by the window Stephen Lowe seemed plunged in his own thoughts, and the man in evening dress who stood with his clenched hand on the table stamped impatiently. “Are you listening, Mr. Lowe?” "Yes, yes, I am listening. I heard everything you said. Sower was cashiered. lam not surprised. His profession was his tragedy. He would have made an admirable company promoter, but the task of being an honest gentleman was too much for him. You say he has committed suicide. Have you come all this way to tell me of poor Sower's more or less providential escape, Mr. Preston?” The young mpn crimsoned, but answered steadily. “You were his friend.” A faint ironical smile crept over Lowe’s suffering features. ,“I was Sower’s partner,” he said quietly. “You were Farquhar’s friend. You chose to act with us against him —of your own free wifi. There was a compact, an understanding. The whole scene that night was a farce, a little play-acting with you as an unconscious actor. Farquhar intervened. He blundered recklessly, but he spoiled out plans.” “You scoundrel!” “Yes, I am a scoundrel,” Lowe said simply; “but do not trouble to murder me. r That would get you into difficulties, and it is not necessary.” He touched himself lightly on the chest. “I have something here which will finish me off -in a month or two—less pleasantly than you would do. That is why I care not at all how much or how little you know. The partnership is ended —and I am going out of business.” He laughed sardonically and turned back to the window. The crowd beneath had broken up and fallen back on either side beneath the trees of the avenue, and from the distance there sounded a dull rhythmic beat and the ominous rattle of drums. “The Legion has returned,” Lowe said quietly. “Do you want to see the saddest sight on earth, Mr. Preston?” The young man drew nearer, reluctant yet fascinated. His hands were no longer clenched. He was looking at the gaunt figure leaning negligently against the window edge as at something monstrous, incredible. “Have you no conscience—no remorse?” he said.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Preston, a great deal.” “Then pity my remorse. For God’s sake—if you know —tell me why Farquhar did that thing—help me to understand.” The boyish passionate pleading caused Lowe to turn a moment. He smiled, and that faint glimmer of halfcompassionate understanding was a light falling deep into a turgid stream —revealing many sunken, forgotten things. “Farquhar sacrificed himself,” he said. “He resigned because Sower wished it. That seems incredible. But Sower held the reins. There was an old tragedy which he used for his own ends—the tragedy of his father’s death and of Captain Farquhar’s disappearance.” The roll of drums was close at hand, and a woman’s note of laughter fluttered up birdlike from the somber-flow-ing tide of sound. Lowe turned back to the window. “You see. Sower miscalculated,” he went on. “He was a Jew from God knows where, and he lost his sense of patriotism. He did not understand this red-hot love of one’s birthplace. He did not understand the reckless temperament of the man with whom he was dealing. Are you beginning to understand, Mr. Preston?” “Yes, I am beginning to understand,”’ Preston said dully. “And then?”

“Then history repeated itself —not in Incident but in character. Robert Sower tried to be the honorable gentleman; he tried even, strange as it may seem, to gain Farquhar’s friendship. »He failed, and then—you remember that scene at the card tables? That decided him. Blood and instinct were too strong. He tinned and used his power.” Lowe stepped out on to the balcony, and bent forward with bls elbows on the rail, watching the dense company of chausseurs force their way through the restless crowd. The clash of the band was already fainter. The chasseurs rode now in silence, and once more the dull monotonous tread predominated, strangely, persistently ominous. “You know where Farquhar is?” Preston said imperatively. “Ypu know what has become of him?” "Perhaps—l am not sure.” “If you know remorse you must wish to atone,” Preston said hoarsely. “A scoundrel, at the end of his day’s work, has much to atone for,” was the abstracted answer. “I have chosen my atonement, Mr. Preston. All atonement is inadequate, but mine shall be made—for my greatest wrong, at whatever cost —” He broke off. “The Le; gion,” he said quietly. Preston did not speak, silenced against his will by the scene beneath him. The dancers from the hotel had swarmed up to the long lines of hanging lanterns at the edge of the gardep. A clown climbed upon the stone gatepost and was beating wildly, hilariously on the heads of the crowd with his bladder, shouting a witticism at each laughing victim. But beyond a thin dark stream flowed from the darkness into the light and from light back into darkness. They were grotesque figures—hideous, pitiable. These also

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were figures of carnival —but different They marched four deep—a hundred of them. Their heads were bowed. Be neath the flare of lights each man seemed to shrink, to cower closer to his neighbor, like a herded terrified animal. And many stumbled. Preston’s bands tightened on the 'rails In front of him. “Poor devils!” ' A few yards behind the last line a spahi rode alone. A short rope was attached to his saddle —and .to a man who stumbled at his horse's heels. The rope was round his neck; his hands were bound behind him, and the broken link of a chain clanked in the sudden stricken stillness. His kepi had been knocked off, and every line in that gaunt quiet face was visible. As though blinded by the sudden light, he reeled and was jerked brutally to his knees. A woman laughed hysterically. Instantly he had recovered. And in that recovery, that quiet acceptance of a crowning humiliation there was a dignity, a courage that held the crowd a moment longer in awestruck silence. “God in heaven—Farquhar!” Lowe nodded. “You know now,” he said. “You know that your atonement has come too late.” The tragic figure passed on; an officer on horseback rode into the light, and the crowd stirred in restless relief. But above that sudden wave of movement, above the clown’s half-ashamed burst of reconquered jnerrlment, there sounded a cry—a muflled wail of incredulous agony. The officer turned in his saddle. Sylvia Arnaud, in the front row of the masques, waved to him. He did not look at her, and she glanced impatiently at the boy-Mephlstopheles beside her. “What was .that? Didn’t you hear?” He laughed. “Someone fainted. That queer old fury with the white wig, I believe. You’re not frightened?” . “Oh, no—no!” “Of course not. One gets accustomed to that sort of thing here, does one not? A runaway legionary! Who cares!” He offered her his arm with an elaborate bow. “May we not go on dancing, Carmen?”

CHAPTER XIX. The Last Offer. The long low-built room was full of sunshine. It poured in through the half-opened shutters and danced on the whitewashed walls and on the long deal table with its litter of maps and documents. The doors at the far end were thrown open, and two soldiers with fixed bayonets took up their posts on either hand. A few minutes later a group of officers followed. They were six in number —two lieutenants, three captains and a major. They belonged to the same regiment. They exchanged desultory remarks, and from time to time one or another of them laughed. Only Desire Arnaud was silent

A moment later the sentries presented arms and Colonel Destinn entered. All six men sprang to their feet. There ■was more than formal military courtesy in that simultaneous movement Their eyes were fixed on his face as on some feared and incalculable oracle. “Pray be seated, gentlemen.” He took his place in the midst of them beneath the two tricolors draped perfunctorily over a miniature and emblematic bust of the republic. “Bring in the prisoner,” he said sharply. The sentries repeated the order, and in the brief interval that followed the six men relapsed into their former attitude of languid indifference. The two younger officers exchanged whispered comments, and one of them laughed. The door opened and a sergeant entered, followed by two corporals and a man whose hands and feet were chained. There was a short silence. The sergeant made an authoritative gesture, and the man was thrust forward and the door closed again, shutting out the brief glimpse of sunlit courtyard. “The prisoner’s number?” The sergeant drew out a bulky document from between the buttons of his tunic. “No. 4005, called Richard Nameless of the First regiment, the Eleventh company.” “The accusation?” “Conspiracy and mutiny on the field.” “Any previous record?” “No, my colonel, but marked as a dangerous character.” “Very well, sergeant. You can stand back.” The man saluted and retired a few paces, leaving his prisoner alone, facing the table. Colonel Destinn looked up. As their eyes met the prisoner bowed, gravely, without bravado, with an instinctive courtesy which became him strangely well. Colonel Destinn’s outstretched hands were clenched, and the knuckles stood out white and polished as marble. There was no trace of emotion on the Implacable features, and his voice sounded formal and indifferent. “In the ordinary course of events this case would go to the court at Oran,” he said. “But I have received instructions from General Meunier to deal with all such offenses summarily. There have been signs of unrest in the Legion. General Meunier demands that an example should be made.” ? The major nodded. “It’s essential to discipline,” he murmured vaguely.

Does Colonel Destinn know that he is about to pass sentence on his own son? In case he learns, do you believe the knowledge will alter the severity of his judgment? A .

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

MANY THRONES HANG ON ISSUE OF GREAT WAR

Little Nations of Europe Keep Anxious Eye on Bulletins From Front. VICTOR MAY UNSEAT ENEMIES Fate of Portugal, Montenegro, Serbia, Greece, Poland and Other Nations in the Balance—Spain and Holland Happily Situated.

Berlin—Prince Mlgugl of Braganza, duke of Vizeu, the oldest son of the Portuguese pretender Don Miguel, and husband of the former Anita Stewart of New York, has been appointed an honorary first lieutenant of the German army, with the uniform of the Sixth Thueringen regiment of Uhlans. , The prince Is thirty-eight years old and Ilves with his father in the castle of Reichenau, Lower Austria. His appointment as a German officer is an Interesting event, because Portugal Is at war with Germany. It may have political significance. Ex-King Manuel of Portugal, who lives in England with his young German wife, is enthusiastically supporting the allies in the hope that England and France will place him on the throne of Portugal. The centrpi powers, Germany, Austria and their allies, are expected to

Prince Alexander of Serbia.

support Prince Miguel if lie tries to capture the crown worn by his grandfather. The marriage of the prince to Miss Stewart took place in Tulloch castle, Scotland, September 15, 1909. If the war ends with a victory for and Austria there is a strong probability that the American heiress may become queen of Portugal. The extinct throne of the now republican nation of Portugal is not the only one whose possessions hinge directly on the outcome of the great war. Besides the obvious possibility that the victorious side may unseat some or all of their monarchical enemies, the little nations of Europe have an anxious eye on the war bulletins every day, for their interests are directly affected. As to Serbia. The Germans and Austrians have not decided just what they will do with Serbia should they be able to retain their Balkan conquests. Two things are certain. First, Austria will keep a large section of the country and Bulgaria another large slice. Second, no member of the Karageorgevitch family will be allowed to reign, unless the entente allies win. Probably one of the host of prolific German princelings will get the seat In Montenegro the situation Is clear. King Nicholas and Crown Prince Danlllo have taken up their residence in France. If the allies win they will return to their rocky eyrie. If they lose. Prince Mirko, the king’s second son, who Is now in Austria and hand and glove with his father’s enemies, will be Installed at Cettinje. In Greece, too, King Constantine’s tenure depends plainly on the great battles now being fought in the East and West. Greece could never haie gained or kept her independence from Turkey without the aid of Great Britain and France. Constafitine has a German wife; Indeed, the queen is the kaiser’s own sister. While basing his actions on patriotic motives, the king’s course of conduct has all along been marked by hostility to the kaiser’s enemies.

' First he refused to come to the assistance of Serbia, as he was bound to do by treaty. He allowed German agitators full sway in his country. Next, he mobilized his army, thus kept the majority of the population

Ex-King Manuel.

from voting and prevented Venlzelos, the popular idol, from taking the place of power which his natural majority of the electorate should give him. In this way the Greek constitution was defied by the king. The entente powers could not stand this long. They have forced Greece to demobilize. With the soldiers voting, Venlzelos is almost certain to return to power in the elections to be held this summer. He desires that Greece assist the entente. Then Constantine’s power will certainly be reduced to constitutional limits and there Is fair prospect of his being driven from the throne altogether and probably one of his sons put in his place. But should the hosts of Germany prevail over their foes, all this will be changed. “Tino,” as the kaiser affectionately refers to his brother-in-law. will be able to Impress those Prussian methods, which In his speeches he constantly sets before his soldiers as a model, upon all classes of his population, and the Athens parliament will become a debating society, like the German reichstag.

Buffer Kingdom of Poland. If the Germans win the war they are determined to set up some sort of a buffer kingdom of Poland. This will include the Polish and probably the Lithuanian sections of the Russian empire, but it is improbable that Germany and Austria will carry self-ab-negation so far as to add their own shares in the three partitions of the unhappy nation to the new state. Many candidates for the Polish throne have been suggested. Perhaps the new king will be a Pole, but more likely a German or Austrian of German blood. If the allies win, Russia will frown upon outside dictation of Polish affairs In the peace conference. She will certainly take as big a share of Poland as she ever had and is likely to grab a little more. But economic reforms have been promised by liussian leaders to the Poles and Russia, unless the reactionaries again come into complete control, Is likely to grant, them. Sweden is anxious for th§., success 'Of Germany. Her neutrality has leaned In favor of Russia’s enemies. If Rus-

King of Greece.

sla and her allies win, the czar will laugh at Swedish claims that the Aland islands, lying near Sweden in the Baltic sea, may not stay fortifie»L If Germany wins, Sweden will be suitably rewarded. It 1 s not thought the entente allies have any idea of unseating the reigning dynasty In Sweden. Spain and Holland are happily situated in not having incurred the enmity of either of the two powerful groups locked in death struggle. In both countries partisans of the two sides have poured broadsides of ink on each other, but the governments have held the

scales fairly even and Queen Wilhelmina and King Alfonso are assured of their positions, unless the latter Is disturbed by Internal revolution due to the economic distress occasioned primarily by the war. Would Germany, tfctorious, return his throne to Albert of Belgium? Hardly If she did, it would be a shadow of his former busy little kingdom. Germany would demand control of the port of Antwerp, the annexation of territory on the east and the autonomy of the Flemish-speaking provinces. If Germany is defeated, Albert’s domain and prestige will likely be increased over what they were in that fatal July, 1914.

POULTRY FARMS IN PARKS

British Authorities Suggest Economic Plan to Save Sum of $40,000,000 a Year. London. —In the hope of educating the public mind so as to ultimately save at least half of the £8,000,000 ($40,000,000) a year spent on foreign eggs before the war, London parks may be thrown open for poultry breeding. The scheme is receiving serious consideration by the authorities because it is one of the latest wartime economies suggested on a large scale. The promoters of the Idea have asked for part of one park to start with. The plaa provides for a site of about three acres and the provision of accommodation for 600 hens. The leading poultry breeders of the country will be invited to six selected fowls Of the jpame breed and strain. Scientific feeding tests are to be made. All the eggs will go to the wounded soldiers and prizes will be awarded to the owners of the hens laying the most eggs.

DUMB BOY IS NOW NORMAL

His Vocal Organs Are Perfect and He Must Learn to Talk as Baby Does. Antigo, Wls.—Marvin Worden, who has been unable to talk since he was six years old because of a paralysis of the throat, now has normal vocal organs, according to Mayo brothers, Rochester, Minn. They found it unnecessary to perform an operation, as the growth that was believed to have impeded his speech is external. His hearing Is perfect, but he must learn to talk much as a baby does. Happiness shone on Marvin’s face when he learned that there was nothing to prevent him from learning to talk. He graduated from the eighth grade of the school for the deaf here this year, and an attempt will be made to give him higher education. Marvin was taken to Rochester through the kindness of Mrs. Thomas Kavanaugh, this city. Division Superintendent G. J. Quigley, Northwestern railway, saw that the boy got transportation.

NERVY MUSICIANS REWARDED

Two Played Mouth Organs on Parapet of Trench Under Heavy Fire. London.—Playing tunes on mouth organs under heavy fire figures In the recent award of two distinguished conduct medals. The two men. Company Quartermaster Sergeant E. S. Beech and Lance Corporal Vickery of the Seventh battalion, Seaforth HJghlanders, climbed on the parapet of a trench at a critical moment and steadied the men by playing their mouth organs.

Pays $1,100 for Bride.

Sacramento, Cal. —Rose Joe, the seventeen-year-old daughter of Chin Joe, Chinese restaurant keeper of Marysville, Cal., and a graduate of the Marysville grammar school, was sold by her father to Lee Dow, a wealthy San Francisco merchant, for $l,lOO and became the bride of the man she had never seen before. The bride-groom-is twenty-five years older than Rose Joe, who is pretty and a talented pianist.

Gander Plays Part of Housewife.

Brazil, Ind. —Hobart Brower has a. large gander that believes the duties of the. "housewife should be shared. When a goose was set on a number of eggs the gander made It evident that he, too, wished to set. He was given a nest and eggs. He stuck to his task faithfully and wah rewarded with a good hatch.

Left Cent to Each of Her Heirs.

Wakefield, Mass.—The will of Anna K. Gilman left to each of her legal heirs the sum of one cent. The woman stated that the bequests were small because in a life of 50 years she had never received from any of them a single kindness or courtesy. The estate is to go Into a trust fund for charity.

Too Expensive.

Two little sisters, who were taken to see “Othello" were much impressed by the death scene. “I wonder if they kill a lady every night?” said Lucy. “Why, of course not, Lucy,” said her sister; “they just pretend to. It would be altogether too expensive to really kill a lady every night.’’— Wasp.

Gave Him an Anxious Moment

He —I —l have been trying to tell you something for some time, but — er 'She —Oh, dear me; how romantiu. What —what is it, Mr. Shyel He — Your — your— She—Oh, do go on— He Your hair is coming down t> the back- —Florida Times-Union.