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A MAN /N YooksooaJ APiECWA^ rloAicE got A goose-Pimhe. I -To/v 1 nil Voice. 'itu.iNbr -•^ViKt- That —^— - “ ■, Mir up ! a HCW DAST You liSH, (Jp-HOLD My dear UNCLE * - X 7HIEFIST !!! kX And Vtou 6AV ARCH I BALD ) ASSISTED Vou ? -CZ OCR ClL ARCHIBALD \My. /wy To-day's Complete Short Story Couftse I D/D Tne\ BigaesT PACT of The? Jor - But Then - l ame out of the water, for the torrents of rain, which had been falling ince-e* santly for more than a month, had mft^T the plain around Adrijtnople and De- vanjaros look like a sea In the uncertain twilight each of them looked 1 like an immense bundle of sheep skin, out of which emerged the barrel of a rifle. All six wore caj>« of green velvet bordered with astrakhan. It was a patrol of Macedonians en rolled in the Bulgarian army passing through the line of outposts. Hesitat ing and uncertain, they moved their long arms like windmills, made the sign of the cross, pointed right and left and peered about cautiously. A Branch for a Signal. Fifty paces away a branch stuck into into the ground and reflected in a pool of water began to movr back and forth. The Macedonians etarted toward the hole from which this signal was given. It was the abandoned trench. Sergeant ! Naritch and his five Bulgarian soldiers were down there and had given them | the signal. The six Bulgarians Macedonians. Since the beginning of the investment these twelve men were in the habit of meeting in the hour of twilight when the guns became blind. They met in the abandoned trench which was no longer used. There they sat down close together in the deep mud. They exchanged only few word®: “The { war. is going to last a long time!” or I “May the Lord give the Turks Into our hands,” was the burden of their re marks. Then they sat silent and pondered ; until it was time to separate and each party went back to its camp. Depressed and Melancholy. On this night they felt unusually de- The incessant 1 UNCLE Ay curs -lAJEVEfc l VAey IWYT WILL] COST You L, Ttw pea. cel/t AiOftE.; L4IOE ^5URE, DiD MOT A ) fcED-SK/Ns" bite Xty THe. DOST THERE. C ■. *- I6NAT2Beautifuls mice Tooth- ! PRINTS loved the six By Cliff Sterrett No Wonder Pa Was a Bit Excited 1913. International New§ Serrioe. KSi/HAYS HE W ALL*'FIRED- FtttfTlCUlAR ABOUT ~THE FOLDING BED For ? |— VJl/fN 'fHE.y PUT The FOLC»kI(j bed od THE v/AKJ HALF Ad HOUR T*£U— i hev ! teu_ 1 MA M5T To LET THEM MOVIN' MEd Touch the TOLDW’ BED Till I 6rr L THE RE 1 HAVE- A HEART, PA LET US 6et l>J THERE AKi' DO OUR HAIR* ju$t You Let TM ALONE, M4 they wow THEIR , BUSINESS ! Muppy THAT 0H2E SHAVE. PA'IV, THE f MOVIN' MEN is- / HERE AN’ 1 PONT kUOW W/HAT T' TUt'fMl/ pressed and melancholy, rain, the everlasting cold and the en force^ idleness and hopelessness over whelmed them. “The war will never end,” said Ka- lotib, making a wry face. “Never," said Nazlff, and yawned like a hungry wolf. They all bowed their heads and spat into the mud, then, as always happens when men are downhearted and de preseed, they began to talk about mys terious things. "The moon looks like a crescent to- I night," said lvaloub. “A bad sign," said Alexis, the ven erable brigand, who knew everything between life and death. “It is a vicious little moon.” And he told the legend of the vicious i little moon which kills all those upon whom it looks. They raised their heads and gazed furtively toward the sky. “One must not tempt the moon,” said Potrof, who was newly married, al though his hair was gray. "Woe unto us all.” “I am sleepy j like a child. Eet Us Go Back. “Let us go back. iffinmuii" Amuumm/n^ By Tom McNamara IPs Too Easy to Work Skinny Shaner said Reff plaintively, Pnited State* l‘at«nt Office growled Alexis, ' and stuck his bayonet into his boot. The Macedonians left one at a time. The Bulgarians looked after them and regretted they had let them go. They j remaned in the abandoned trench, op pressed by a vague sense of danger, afraid of the moon that -was looking down upon them, half senseless with , fatigue and superstition. Each was dreaming his own dreams. Sergeant Naritch saw his litl© house and his wife in her gayly colored dress. He saw her looking at a golden-haired girl. He felt the fragrance of the flow ering hedges and saw the long rows of willow trees standing like sentries along the bank of the brook. Suddenly he raised his head with a jerk and rubbed his eyes. He could see nothing now but the darkness and the slender crescent of the moon. He shook himself. What were they thinking of? It was late. Uttie Fath er Colonel would surely hear them com ing back “Come along, tjoys; we must get back to camp,” he said. Crawled From the Trench. The others yawned, stretched their limbs and crawled out of the trench. They marched through the muddy ; pools with the rain beating into their faces and soaking the fur of their heavfr sheepskin coats. From time to time they glanced at the moon. They stopped. They had lost their way. It was the moon, the vicious | little moon, which had led-them astray with its treacherous light. They shuddered and started again, tramping through the mud. Time and again they nearly fell into the deep mudholes made by the bursting shells. Half an hour passed and still fio sign of lights or campfires. Suddenly a shot rang out. The sergeant raised his head, about and listened. “We are inside the he said. "We ought to have set out when the Macedonians left,” growled Kaloub; “they know their way here and would not have wandered astray.” “Look,” said Diplovitch, "there are some soldiers over there watching us.” Felt Like Howling. And at the faint light of the SNIFF, $NIFP. 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TWEET Tweet; P*W - MANIA, Dupont up to TOUR* ^Tuoy NOW MAKE A L^AtFuL BOV WHEN ENTERt ill drink, rr BEFORE tT <,ers> flat > SORRT MR-TO I 'HTERUPT - SIR - V- BUT TOUR OAUC.HTE 1 I* COMINt IN TO I Sttak to you - W-, "UR' MA<Clt!. - AIT MB a ToweL BEkhee too START THE IPCTOWE' hello mahie vjhvts ON YOUR MIND p WELL-WHAT D WANT ? UNDER COVER moon they dimly made out some figures a short distance away. The Bulgarians, now quite convinced that the vicioua little moon had led them into an am bush, felt like howling with superstitious fear. In a low voice Naritch commanded: "Fire!” The enemy was quicker and fired first • With a groan, Petrof, the newly mar ried, fell fo the ground like a log. The firing was kept up by both sloe* and men dropped where they stood. The last man to remain standing finally sank to the ground. He thought he heard somebody whisper his name from among those he had shot down. Then everything was silent. Toward morning a passing patrol found the dead bodies of six Mace donians and six Bulgarians, who had been led astrav by the vicious little m-Hon, that kills those upon whom it looks. ||||;| |fl ! ||P j /. O'CLOC K .. i ■ • «..il lOWo MOVIM6 QitV -u hoku aKi. m COOD GRACIOUS 1 VHAT'S this’ The Pingbat Family THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY, MAY 1l\ <J|t Archibald Helped--That Was All Copyright, 1!>13, International News SenifY- By Herriman TheViciousLittle m