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i f TTTF ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. APRIL 28. 1913. THE BAPTISM OF FIRE The Dingbat Family The Juice Raised the Deuce Copy i I. 1013. Tn‘*Tnational Now* Se-rioe By Herriman To-day s Complete Short Story I T h»d neemwi to me at the time that I could do the thin* in entire aafe- • ty. Our troops were ordered out to take and destroy a village which la> In the valley by the riverside, and their operations would be confined to the lower ground. The heights above would be entirely untroubled, unoccupied. And so I had galDed theiie. after walk ing five miles over gentle slopes of short scrub grass, and then had lain me down on the ridge and watched the skirmish ing. the attack, and the capture through a pair of glasses From a distance it had all seemed very tame There were little puffs of gray smoke, men fell, others came on at run, zigzagging in and out in entire disorder, made their weapons and ac- coigrements glitter in the sun. and they <1 lsa>ppeared under cover of the mud and bum boo village More smoke arose in puffs from the lanes between the houses And then a stream of Black Flag Chinese began to pour out at the run, some of them pk<?h«*i forward and lay still, and t!V? others opened out to pass these by, and others limped and lagged behind the general rmee and quite Irregular crack le from the village, like the burning of brush"wood, told me what was ca.using 1 those things. Bat wb*yn the RaJck Flags were out M ram*** and the firing ceased the val- fe*T <gvpped into dread quietude and Khsiwv^s nothin* more to see. I yawped over ft gor another half-hour and then vrafloed a dozen yards down tfie slope, ■moterd #t non pie of cigarettes and began mr dedeuner The regiment of Black Flags which came down upon me must have started oMmbing the hill face the v*ry minute 1 quitted the ridge Ron Like a Dog. Instinct, aa I say, jerked me to my twet. and instinct must have given me a prodlgiooH start, for when first my wits name 1o me I found myself run ning like a frightened dog. It seemsfl as if ten million bullets | whisked past me, and I had a notion 1 , was hit In twenty places. But nothing j ologjped mv legs, and although my heart was trying to jump olear of Its moor ings J ran on at a freshened pace ; Thera wasn't a more terrified man in j Asia that minute. The shots came drop j ping after me. shots and cries In bar barous Chinese, and the world swam in j front. Terror, undiluted, made me a running automaton. Beyond a doubt the most cowardB Frenchman in the Fast that moment was myself. 1 did not attempt to con trovert this fact; 1 ran on. cringing from every bullet that rustled past me or spurted up the ground beside my leaping feet, but 1 sought to And ex cuses for my conduct. For good behavior they had raised ! me from the ranks to a non-eommis- sioned officer. How long I ran on In tfrls bllndec ata^e 1 cannot tell; but a sharp sting of pain set my wits a-going It felt like the scar of hot metal burning and ; frying, and the hurt coma somewhere from the round of the left shoulder. Instantly' my mood woke again. For the first time there grew upon me a j vague resentment against the crew who J were yelping and firing In chase; and as I scurried on, and the 111-aimed bul lets threw their rushing halo of sound around my hand and limbs, this in creased to a wild, poisonous hate Remembered My Revolver Then, for th£ first time. I remem bered my revolver. With bungling 1 fingers l unholatered it. and, turning, fired six rapid shots. One man clapped hands to his face, screamed shrilly | like a child and pitched to the earth, his pigtail swung up in the air as thought It had been a black whiplash. 1 was no longer a French gentle- i man then—I was a savage beast, lust | ful to tear my enemies’ throats I turned again and fired on \ whole fusillade of vengeful shots wore ex- ! changed in return, hut none of them found a mark in me. and I laughed aloud In triumph Whatever happened now I had killed my own weight of j enemy. But, as I say. 1 wanted desperately to do more, and now that the paralysis of terror and excitement had flashed away my mind was beginning to work with craft and curjning Ahead of me and running athwart my course < was a muddy wallow they railed the road and which our troops had pass ed along barely three hours before to the capture or the village To the left were the French lines and safety In front, and a ball's throw beyond the road, was the yellow' turbid | stream of the river. It was ImpossiMe lo reach the camp even had I risked it The Black Flags had anticipated the move and had de railed off a party to outflank me in that direction By turning off to the right I might very well bring down I the enemy upon our expeditionary 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 Shots Thick and Fast. 8o 1 raced on for the road and passed It. and labored down t<< the river The shots came fast and thick now. and two more bullets galled me. hut I waded through the shallows without further hurt and gained the deep, tawny river beyond A sampan Was moored a hundred vards out ami a little downstream. I made for it with long, bursting dives There were half a dozen men on board, Jumping, gesticulating, and crying warnings, and once, when 1 came up from an underwater *wim. one of them let fly a match lock at in. Another dive and 1 A' ; ‘ v upon them, and they received me with knife -sta - and how the fight turned next 1 could not lell Rut of a sudden, with a blink and a gasp and a downward blow I . nine by my wits again, ami found that 1 was on board the sampan with a curv ed Chinese sword in my hand, ufid one man lay dead and bleeding at my feet another was dead and floating face downwards with a current astern And the rest were swimming to the shore, and twenty Black Flags were firing over their heads as fast ns they could. Mv pistol was* gone and 1 could do no more on the offensive The wish for fight had left me the lust for life alone remained 1 cut the painter and lav on the sampan’s bottom, whilst she drifted down with the cur rent into our own lines And yet my officers were pleased to call me brave and the general gave me the war-medal I tried to refuse It. but they laughed at me A vedette fit seemed) had watched me through a glass from the moment of the first shot being fired, and they said no man could have behaved more pluckily. DonT you t>AGT EAT\ Twfr SOUIC Lemonj V /AJ AAV HUESENCfc) \ you 'Finch ' p&o AjoT TftiPL6 uufTH The. , AfpecTioajs or Tse. Lower I LK.MCM AAV DOVE TRERS- is \AAUCH Tt> LEAK*) PfcoM nr _ \Sm I5MC A/fewfaxi ' you KvouA j G4&NERED MUCH INFO PftOAA] A /MERE. 4WYfc. * *t D- IT 15 AJtfT HANDSOME-, I ADMIT nok Does it engage iaj The.’ HACEFU- CCAJVOCUTlOWS OP TeftRSlCHOSE , AJC* DOES. IT SHIA/rA in POSES PCASTIQUE BUT, I PRAY YOU, DRAW NEAR AND' Give IT A CLOSE. Look >• " ■ - oh •coot'" !! The Militancy op\ These women MOW A DAYS is . Most exaspeR-AT/Mg •' y 7 - ■&> / If There is one. 5for on This Ha vet UiHEfte. I wovlp, I Ufcfet This Eve- KCAfcy plT 13 bEAR OLb Z P*** fcow g ? UlMV JL MfcK's-feouL I SAV Pooh- Pooh ( Toft. That There! /others, OTHERS It hat other-s" t UBiC, 5WED-RoeJ I6NATZ.' A/NT ( So Worse r, ^Ab^ID fb„, ~ yj> ~0 - Polly and Her Pals Even the Worm Will Hide Copyright. 1918, Intemahona.1 News Service By Cliff Sterrett ‘Ttaud up aw' lemme Pit This Skirt °u VOu.RollV I ' WAUtJA W/EA R. n Towiorro\«/! 1 (aoTTA HEAD ACHE, MA LET DILICIA DO it! ELICIA’Y Done All The Housework Ju5r SoS I Coold 5evij, aw' “She'Y \y/or? out ! MY Heart | BLEEDT TOR: sbu MA, But i'll HAVE To PA<* l m- Somebody^ SoTU DO IT OR i'll know THE REASON ©ft; .4,,' ■ T\] 1 Us Boys No More “Port” or “Starboard” All “Left” and “Right” Rendered United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara STARFISH (SiAnTs doin' TO oET A BRAND NEW PITCHER ! M \ HEAR HE'S A PORT SlDER '• f 1 V rwAKE DP. YOU I MEAN LEFT YnderJ. j— A- I DON'T, I ) ? MEAN PORT ) ( Si PER.'. ^^ w % 4- AINT CHA dor MO £D£CATEW ?' SKINNT SHiMMER'6 6006LT DEPARTMENT NO. 3 SHANE R’ 4 EASY DRAWING LESSONS ft SNAOKE C 8l ACk ) dontcha kwouj there AIN’T MO SECH AMINAL MO M0RE5THE secretary OF THE NAVY &AYSJ SO • \\W ■Ttvm mSMamaira' —C/’ ^ (TMuo&i t which Fish has his' ties mearest ro- 6BTHBR ? - TU€ SNALLSSr fish of course cony certainly, sure Any body kwoluS that: l i fisriw tfr-dUufos FROM 11 LUILLARD MACfc- u.s. A. tvHY CANT TOO nevsti TELL WHERe A PIN) \S dotti6 To ? AOSujeR TD-^ORRolo Tragedy and the Movies By MALCOLM DOUGLAS (iJ WAS with Booth, the mighty, j. But Booth, alas, is dead' So now 1 am with the mo vies," The old tragedian said. “In Chambersburg and Pottstown, Knd likewise Kokomo. You can view me classic features At h and 10 a throw “I was with Booth, the mighty. But Booth has long been dust, So l get me cakes and cliffee From the moving-picture trust. Shakespeare thou wast tm* idol, Btit thee 1 hadst to can; Me, oh. Bard, for the movies; Me for the camera-man! Not What Pa Meant. Host's Youngest —Don't your shoes feel very uncomfortable when you walk. Mrs Xuryche? Mrs Xurych-—Dear me. what on extraordinary question! Why do you ask, child? Host's Youngest -Oh. onl\ Vos p.i said the otiicr tlay. since you'd come into your mon» \ you’d got far too bi^ for your boots. CLEEK By T W HANSHAW j Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co. TO-DAY S INSTALLMENT. ; H E did so forthwith; and the mo ment the dry leaves fell on the remnants of the fire w hich the caravanners had used to cook their evening meal, there was a gush of aromatic smoke, a sudden puff and then a broad ribbon of light rusYied upward and dispelled every trace of darkness. And in the aid of that rib bon of light Mr. Nippers stw some thing which made him almost collapse with astonishment and chagrin. Recognition. The great of the world may and often do forget their meetings with the small fry. but the small fry never cease to remember ‘their meetings with the great or to treasure a vivi 1 remembrance of that immortal day when they were privileged to rub el bows with the elect. Fiv- > cars had passed since Mrs. Maverick Narkom, Peking a place wherein to spend the summer holidays OF THE FORTY FACES The Habit of Lying with the little Xarkoms and their ntirsps. had let her choice fall upon Bynhaven-Old-Bridges and had dwelt there for two whole months. Three times during her sojourn her liege lord had come down for a week-end with his wife and children, and during cr.e of these brief visits, meeting Mr. F.phraim Nippers, the village consta ble, in the public highway, had deigned to stop and .-peak to him and to present him with a sixpenny cigar. Times had changed since then; Mr. Nippers was now head constable for the district, but he still kept that cigar under a glass shade on the drawing room what-not, and he still treasured a vivid recollection of the great man who had given it to him and whom he now saw sitting on the ground with his coat <>n and his waistcoat unbuttoned, his mustache uncurled and wisps of dried grass • dinging to his touseled hair and all the dignity *»f office conspicuous by its absence. Ol !;nr mv mid Mr Nippers wit - | a gulp. "Rut down the hammers of them guns, you two—put 'em down quick! It's Mr. Narkom Mr Mav-t “Oh, lummy, sir. yes! A murder’s prick N"«rkom, superintendent of j u9 , been committed, sir—leastwise Scotland Yard!” Hullo!’* exclaimed Mr Narkom “I shading his eyes from the firelight and leaning forward to get a clearer view of the speaker. 'How the dick ens do you know that, my man'.* And who the dickens are you, any way? Can’t say that I remember ever see ing your face before.’’ Mr. Nippers hastened to explain that little experience of five years ago; but the circumstances which had impressed itself so deeply upon his memory had passed entirely out of the superintendent’s. Just Discovered. "Oh. that's it, is it?” said he. “Can’t say that I recall the occasion; but Mrs, Narkom certainly did stop at Lynhaven-Old - Bridges some four >r five summers ago; so. of course. !t's possible By the way. my man, what i caused you to make this sudd n j descent upon us? And what are these] chap* who are with you bearing arms! lor? Anything up?” it’s only just been discovered ; but it can’t have been long since it was committed. Mr. Narkom. for Miss Renfrew, who found him. sir, and eive the alarm, she says as the poor dear gentleman was alive at a quarter o eight, 'cause she looked into the room at that time to ask him if there was anything he wanted, and he spoke up and told her nq, and went on with his figgerin’ Just the same as usual.” "As usual?” dropped in Cleek. "Why do you say as usual,’ my friend? Was the man an accountant of some sort '.*” ' Rummy! no, sir. A great inventor is what he is-ror was. poor gentle man. Reckon you must a heard of him some time or another—’most ev erybody has. Xoswortb is the name, si: Mr. Septimus* Nosworth. of the Round House. You could see the tower of it over yon if you was • step out into the road and get clear of these trees " To Be Continued To-morrow, DON'T know what on earth makes people lie!” sighed Mc- Billip. "They just naturally do it. I suppose. That’s the only way T can account for it. “Now. there's ray own daughter, Annabel. She took a notion into her head that she would <lo some lying. She was staying down in the city and some neighbors of ours went down and called on Annabel there. "Annabel turned loose. Such a string of stuff as she told them; Every night, she said, she had been out joy riding until 2 o’clock in the morning! " Who did the chaperoning?’ the neighbors asked, breathlessly. ‘Who did the what?’ asked Anna bel. " Why. the chaperoning. Didn't you have a chaperon?’ " Well, 1 should say not,’ said An nabel. "Then Annabel went on to tell that she had been having such a good time with actors and actresses. She knew Maude Adams well, had taken a joy ide with Maude, and Maude wanted to take her with her and make in actress of her. and had promised her *110 a week as a starter. Anna bel had also me* Sothern and had Hked him very we?,, but she had l>een obliged to treat him coolly becaus* Julia Marlow e was so jealous. "She had met a famous aeronaut and he had coaxed her and coas her until she finally made a flij with him. and she enjoyed the c perience very much and had receU several letters and photographs fr. the aeronaut since he left town. "Soon after the neighbors got ba home with these thrilling tales what was going on in the cltv I * word of it. I took the first train the city. Every bird In the aii /thought might be some aeronaut f ing off with my daughter. I had ms up my mind to yank her out of 1 aunt's house, where she was vlsitl; without a word of explanation a get her home at once. * "But when I got to the house thought better of it. ‘What in 1 world do you mean,' 1 said to ] aunt, ’by allowing my daughter, a * of tender years, to tty around w aeronauts and actors, and go out r ing at all hours of the night \vith< a chaperon?’ " Are you crazy?’ asked her au •Annabel has been with me e\ < night and has always gone to bed 10:30. There have been no aerona nor actors near her that I know 1 have been with that child ev< minute, too.’ , • When 1 s»w Annabel she said t had made up those yarns just for f She said she was bored and wanted start something. The neighbors 1 been so easily shocked when tl called on her that she couldn’t h giving them the full voltage,”