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A BAPTISM OF FIRE. (Continued from page 7.) sound around my head and limbs this increased to a wild, poisoned hate. Then so rthe first time I remember ed my revolver. With bungling fin gers I unholstered it, and, turning, fired six rapid shots. One man clap ped his hands to his face, screamed shrilly like a child, and pitched to the earth, his pigtail swinging up in the air as though it had been a black whiplash. I had it in me to have leap ed on that man had I been near him and crushing the remaining life out ■of him with bare hands, arid then have kicked and offered insults to his dead body. I was no longer a French gentleman then; I was a savage beast, lustful to tear my enemies’ throat. I turned and fled on, the breath -coming in thick, sobbing pants. A whole fusilade of vengeful shots were exchanged in return, but none of them found a billet in me, and I laughed aloud in triumph. Whatever happened now, I had killed my own weight of ■enemy. But, as I say, I wanted desperately to do more, and now that the paraly sis of terror and excitement had flash ed away my mind was beginning to work with craft and cunning. Ahead of me, and running athwart my course, was a muddy wallow they called the road, and wh ; ch our troops had pass ed along barely three hours before to the capture of the village. To the left were the French lines and safety. Tn front, and a ball’s throw beyond the road, was the yellow, turbid stream ■of the river. It was impossible to reach the camp even had I wished it. The Black Flag had anticipated the move and had de tailed off a party to outflank me in that direction. By turning off to the r’ght I might very well bring down the enemy upon our expeditionay force •on their march back from the village. They might be prepared to receive them, and again they might not, and I would have died ten times sooner than any move of mine for my own safety should bring disaster on my comrades. Our branch of the service gets-sneered at enough as it is. So I raced on for the road and passed it and labored down to the river. The shots came fast and thick now, and two more bullets grazed me, but I waded through the shallows without further hurt and gained the ■deep, tawny river beyond. A sampan was moored a hundred yards out and a little downstream. I made for it with long, bursting dives. There were half a dozen men on board, jumping, gesticulating and crying warn’ngs, and once when I came up from an underwater swim one of them let fly a matchlock at me. I saw him blow his smoking fuse and fire. It was loaded with birdshot, but I was too close for the charge to scatter and so it all missed me. Another dive and I was upon them and they me with knife stabs and how the fight turned here I could not tell. But of a sudden, with a blink POSSE N3KMX.L < CHOOL OF GYMNASTICS. 46 St. Botolph Street, Boston, Mass. Courses of one, two and three years. Positions for graduates. 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I cut the printer and lay on the sampan’s bottom, whilst she drifted down with the current into our own lines. And yet my officers were pleased to call me brave, and the general gave me the war medal. Itried to refuse it, but they laughed at me. A vedette, it seemed, had watched me through a glas sfrom the moment of the first shot being fired, and they said no man could have behaved more pluckily.—■ Anon. AMELIA’S PRESENTIMENT. FOR forty-eight hours preceding the fifteenth day of April—Amelia’s wedding day—rain had fallen in tor rents, swelling Willow Creek —a deep, narrow stream, until it flowed over its banks and almost out to the high, rocky terrace from which projected the two bridges that spanned the gorge. One of the bridges, recently built, was a light iron structure, the others was old, strongly built and seemingly sound, but it was feared by some that its timbers were de cayed. The morning of the fifteenth dawn ed brightly. The sun rays parted the clouds and a light breeze bore them away. The flowers, freshened by the rain, lifted their heads skyward, the birds trilled out from among the wet foliage. Amelia looked from the open window towards the swollen creek. Her face was pale and anxious. Her girl com panions gathered around her, trying to cheer her. “See; what a good omen!” cried Mary Brownlee, her closest friend. “The sun shines out, the clouds are departing. Let the cloud vanish from your face too, dear. Forget that idle presentiment. Randall will be here within an hour; don’t let him find his bride on the verge of tears.” Amelia turned from the window and faced her friend. “I wish I could be lieve it is an idle presentiment,” she said. “I cannot. The sense of ap proaching calamity grows on me. It points to the creek —the bridge.” Her agitated tones attracted her two brothers, and they came to her. She turne dto the older one and laid her hand on his arm. “Go to the creek,” she said. “Meet him there. As you love me do not let him at tempt to cross on the wooden bridge.” He put his arm around her and chided her with playful tenderness. “What a superstitious child to be frightened over a day-dream born of your imagination! Randall can take care of himself. He knows Willow Creek and its two bridges as well as 1 do. And it’s all nonsense about the wooden bridge not being safe. It is as strong as the iron one.” But Amelia pleaded almost with tears until her brothers, with several of their friends, went off to the creek to watch out for the coming bride groom and warn him. As they approached the stream, they saw Randall on horse-back ride up to the wooden bridge on the opposite bank. They shouted to him to stop, and he, wondering, obeyed. 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You run no risk in making the deposit. pillars, a thrill of the fear that pos sessed Amelia came to them and they shouted to the young man to go back and cross on the iron bridge, as this one, it was feared, was unsafe. < STEREOPTiC ON S A 6reat Soul-Winning Campaign for the SAIP Summer Months. Indoors or outdoors. If elhiM-wn The Christian Lantern Slide 4 Lerture Bureau *(V- 30 W. LAKE ST., CHICAGO. ILL 15