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w —-~~ "I ■ ■ TTTK ATLANTA ULOLr.TAX AND XKWS. MONDAY, APRIL 28. 1913 THE BAPTISM OF FIRE The Dingbai Family The Juice Raised the Deuce Copyright, 1913, Tn'rrnational X«ws Rerri^e To-day’s Complete Short Story I T had seemed to me at the time that I ©ouhi do the thin* in entire afo- ty Our troops were ordered out to take and destroy a village which iay In the valley by the riverside, and their operations would be confined to the lower ground. The heights above would be entirely untroubled, unoccupied. A l had gained these, after 'Valle jo dies over gentle slopes of short ,r*as, and then had lain me down v. e 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 a*»1 ac coutrements glitter in the sun, and they disappeared under cover of the mud and bamboo village. More smoke arose In puffs from the lories between the houses. And then a stream of Black Flag Chinese began to pour out at the run, some of them pitched forward and Jay still, and tl|e others opened out to pass these by, and ethers limped and lagged bthlnd the general r»c« and quite Irregular cradk W> from the vITtage, like the burning of brush-wood, told me what waa causing these things. But wtwm the Balck Flags were oat of'tango and the firing ceased the val- igfi dropped Into dreed quietude and djewewas nothing more to see. I yawped <yver ft far another haJl-hottr and then waited a dozen yards down the *iope, smelted a couple* of cigarettes and began not dedenner The regiment eft Black Flags which oatne down upon me must h*r© alerted olhnblng the M71 fnce the scry rafcnute I quitted the ridge Ban Like a Dog Instinct; as I say, jerked me to my feet, and instinct must bswe given me a prodigiosan start, far when first my wits ofuns to me I found myself run ning like a frightened dog. It seemed os If ten million bullets whisked paet roe. and I had a notion 1 sos hit In twenty places. But nothing etottewl rar legs, and although my heart was trying to Jump dear of Its moor ings I ran on at a freshened pace Thera wasn't a more terrified men In Asia that rod note The shots came drop ping after me; shots and cries In bar barous Chinese, and fhe world swam In front Terror, undiluted, made me a running automaton. Beyond a doubt the most cowardly Frenchman In the Fast that moment waa myself I did not attempt to con trovert this fact; I ran on. cringing from evetr bullet that rustled past me or spurted up the ground beside my leaping feet; but I sought to find ex cuses for my conduct. For good behavior they had raised me from the ranks to a non-commis sioned officer How long i ran on tn this blinded ata’o 1 cannot tell; but a sharp sting of pain set my wits a-going It felt like the sear of hot metal burning and frying, and the hurt came somewhere from the round of the left shoulder. instantly my mood woke again. flVjr the first time there grew upon me a vague resentment against the crew who were yelping and firing in chase; and as I scurried on. and the ill-aimed bul lets threw’ their rushing halo of sound around my head and limbs, this in- ereated to a wild, poisonous hate. Remembered My Revolver. Then, for thj first time, ,1 remeni- I nered my revolver. With bungling ! fingers I unholstered it, and, turning, fired six rapid shots. One man clapped hands to hia face, screamed Rhrllly like a child and pitched to the earth, | his pigtail swung up in the air as Thought it had been a black whiplash. 1 wijs no longer a French gentle* i man then—I was a savage beast, lust , fui to tear my enemies' throats. I turned again and fired on A whole fusillade of vengeful shots were ex changed in return, but none of them found a mark in me, and I laughed aloud In triumph. Whatever happened now I had killed my own weight of enenxg. But, as I sny, I 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 cunning. Ahead of me and running athwart my course wag a muddy wallow they called the road and which 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. In front, and a hall's throw beyond the road. was the yellow turbid stream of the river. It was impossible to reach the camp even had I risket* it. The Black Flags had anticipated the move and had de tailed off a party to outflank me in that direction By turning off to the right I might very well bring down the enemy upon our expeditionary force on their march back from the village They might be prepared to receive them, and again they might j not, and I would have died ten times i sooner than any move of mine for in> own safety should bring disaster on my comrades. OUr branch of the, service gets Rneerod at enohgh as ft is Shots Thick and Fast Bo I 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. but I waded through the shallows wdthout 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 j crying • warnings, and once. wLm I came up from an underwater swim, one of them let fly a match lock at m* Another dive and I was upon them. -and h<rw the fight turned next 1 - ••uld not tell. But of a sudden, with a blink and a gasp and a downward blow 1 came by my wits again, and found that ] was on board the sampan with a cur\ e*i Chinese sword in my ha ml; and one man lay dead and bleeding at my feet, another was dead and floating far* downwards with a current astern. Vnd the rest were swimming to the shor« . and twenty Black Flags were firing over lheir heads as fast ns they could My 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. J cut the painter and la\ 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 save me the war-medal 1 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 piuckiJy. • boto'H M3U t>AST HAT\ That Sour 'Lbmon ( in MV FftESEA/Cfc/ V Vov T/nch | Do Alor TftiPi.iL wfTH TheX Affections of The. Lowlv lb-mokj MV Dove THEfte. is \/MUCM "TB CEACN FROM >T \ bit Isaac NfewTSn' You KVouA I GAftVEftED MIK.H info FftOM ] l A AlEftE. AFPIE. -VCP.^- liT (5 AidT HAAJDSO/ME-, I AD/MiY >N0k Does it engage iai Thh.' (GRACEFUL LCMK)OLvTlO/&b OF C ■” PERFSICHOftE , AlOft Does IT SHWtL) in Poses Poastique. Bor / - I PPAV You DMUl NEAR AND\ Give it a Close. Look —) >■ Oaf if There is qne. Spot on i Tuts *tAwsr UjHEfte. i wovlk eTmis Eve. kCAry a Dear old hsfeK ttow‘ ! twfte ‘ „,)T i s MARK'S-kotJTMC I SAV Pooh- Pooh (_ That There s') ompfts /OTH EA.S OTHERS \ ; What others' * T SHED-Roe fGArATz." A/nr So WOftSEft, ) All ABoAftpjT) ^ / - J f/1 -m - Polly and Her Pals Even the Worm Will Hide Copyright, 1913, International New* Service. By Cliff Sterrett 3rV!WD UP Au 1 LEM ME Fit This Skirt o»j VOu, Ffc>U-Y I ’ WAUfJA VJi/tAR. n Tomiorpow/! 1 6otta HEAD Ache, MA, LET DtUClA DO it! \OtL\afe Done All The MouSf.u'/ork JuSt SdS ICould ‘Sew, ah' ‘She’S' I vy/or? out* MV HEART | BLEEDS' TOR.; SfcxJ MA, But i'll HAV/E To PA& l m' SoMEBODVS SoTU DO IT OR iu Know WHV ! Tn 3 \\ JL E Us Boys §. No More “Port” or “Starboard” All “Left” and “Right” Ileg'.ttered United States Patent Office LJ‘ By Tom McNamara I HEAR THE STARFISH 6iANTs> 14 60IN‘ TO 6ET A BRAND MEW PITCHER ! 7 l HEAR HE'S \ Z; 7 A PORT ffi SlDER. fj f 1 VhiuAKB D?, YOU MEAN LEFT tSIDERlr- - AIN'T CHA 6OT NO ‘ EDSCATEM ? * / Tn* i don't, i / MEAN PORT ( SI PER 1 . K * (“DOnT CHA AI NT NO KNOO) THERE SEC H AM/NAL no more^thf secretary OF THE NAVY &AYSJ SO.' - 7 .V SKINNY 60061T DEPARTMENT SHAN6R4 NO. 3 EASY DRAWING LESSOWG SNTOKE C Black ) Q'MLMJl £ which Fish has his £ies nearest ro- (sBThEH. ? - TV€ SMALLEST FISH OF COURSE 0W CERTAINLY. SDRE ANY BODY kwoius that; JLl fttiJULQj tfr-d&iAVj FR.0M 0 AJ1LLARD MACK - u.s. A. WHY CANT 'too NEUER TELt WHERE? A PtM \S 60/M6 TO ? AOSiusR TD-f90R*ouj Tragedy and the Movies By MALCOLM DOUGLAS it ¥ ^ AS with Booth, the mighty. But Booth, aids, is dead! So now I am with the mo vies.*’ The old tragedian said. “In Chamberaburg and Bottstown, And likewise Kokomo, You can view me classic features At 5 and 10 a throw “I was with Booth, the mighty. But Booth has long been dust. So 1 get me rakes and coffee From the moving Picture trust. Shakespeare thou wast me idol, But thee I hadst to can ; Me, oh. Bard, for the movies; Me for the camera-man!'' CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES Not What Pa Meant. Hr :’s Youngest—Don't your shoes feel very uncomfortable when you walk. Mrs. Xuryehe? Mrs. Nurych—Dear me, what an extraordinary question! Why do you ask. child'* Host's Youngest—Oh. only 'cos pt said the other day. since you’d come into your monex you'd got far too bi^ for your boots*. By T. W HANSHAW Copyright by Doubleday, I’age A Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. H E did so forthwith; and the mo ment the dry leaves fell on the remnants of the tire which the caravanners had used to cook their evening meal, there was a gush of aromatic smoke, a sudden puff and then u broad ribbon of light rushed upward and dispelled every trace of darkness. And by the aid of that rib bon of light Mr Nippers saw some thing which made him almost collapse with astonishment and chagrin. Recognition. The great of the world may—-and often do forget their met tings 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. Fivt years had passed since Mrs. .Maverick Nurkom. -v* king a place wherein to spend the summer holidays with the little Xarkoms and their nurses, had let her choice fall upon Lvnhaven-Old-Bridges and had dwelt there for . two whole moiiths. Three times during her sojourn her liege lord had come down for a week-end with his wife and children, and during one of these brief visits, meeting Mr. Kphraim Nippers, the village consta ble. in the public highway, had deigned to stop and epeak 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 off and his waistcoat unbuttoned, his mustache uncurled and wisps of dried grass clinging to his touseled hair and all the dignity of office conspicuous by its absence "Oh. lummy.” said Mr. Nippers with a gulp. Put down the hammer? of them guns, you two—put ’em down quick! rt’s Mr. Xarkoni Mr Mav erick Xarkom. superintendent of Scotland Yard!" ■Hullo!'' exclaimed Mr Xarkom. 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? Pan 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 entirdj 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 Xarkom certainly did stop r, Bynhaven-Old-Bridges some four *r five summers ago: so. of course, it's possible. By the wav. my man. what caused you to make this sudden descent upon us? And what are-these chaps who are with you bearing arms ^ for? Anything up?” “Oh, lummy, sir, yes! A murder’s just been committed, sir—leastwise it's only just been discovered; but it can't have been long since it w is committed. Mr. Xarkom. fof Miss Renfrew, w ho found him. sir, and give the alarm, she says as the poor dear gentleman was alive at a quarter o right, '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 no, and went on with his figgerin* just the same as usual.’’ “As usual?” dropped in Cleek. “Why do you sa> 'as usual,’ my friend? Was the man an accountant of some sort?” 'Lummy! no, sir. A great inventor is what he is—or was. poor gentle man. Reckon you must a heard of him some time or another—’most ev erybody has Nosworth is the name, sir Mr. Septimus Nosworth, of the Round House. You could see the tower of it over yon if you was to step out into the road and get clear «>f these trees." To Be Continued To-morrow. The Habit of Lying “I DON'T know what on earth makes people lie!” sighed Me- Billip. “They just naturally do it, I suppose. That's the only way 1 can account for it. “Now. there's my own daughter, Annabel. She took a notion into her head that she would do 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, I 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 ride with Maude, and Maude wanted to take her with her and make an actress of her. and had promis-d her *100 a week as a starter. Anna bel had also me; Sothern and had liked him very well, but she had been obliged to treat him coolly because Julia Marlowe was so jealous. “She had met a famous aeronaut and he had coaxed her and coaxed her until she finally made a flight with him, and she enjoyed the ex perience very much and had received several letters and photographs from the aeronaut since he left town. "Soon after the neighbors got back home with' these thrilling tales of what was going on in the city I got word of it. I took the first train to the city. Every bird in the air I thought might be some aeronaut fly ing off with my daughter. I had made up my mind to yank her out of her aunt's house, where she was visiting without a word of explanation and" get her home at once. “But when I got to the house I thought better of it. ‘What <in the world do you mean,’ I said lo her aunt, ‘by allowing my daughter, a girl of tender years, to fly around with aeronauts and actors, and go out rid ing at all hours of the night without a chaperon'.” " 'Are you crazy?’ asked her aunt. 'Annabel has been with me every night and has always gone to bed at 10:30. There havp oeen no aeronauts nor actors near her that I know of. I have been with that child every minute, too.’ "When I saw Annabel she' said she had made up those yarns Just for fun. She said she was bored and wanted to st:c; something. The neighbors had been so easily shocked when they /■■-tiled on her that she couldn't heip giving them the full voltage.”