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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS MONDAY, MAY 12, 101 Archibald Helped--That Was All iernraan The Vicious Little Moon Copyright. ID13, International News Sortie A man /aJ "Took soon Arizona ^ Tomce got A goose - PlMPtE. I Ion his Voice. veyl/n& r ■' ' iKt That — mTsmut up ! M. HOW DAST You UP-HOLD* MV DEAR UNCLB" ? - Sv THlEFISTll'te To-day s Complete Short Story T HEY emerged from the ground, one, two, three, six. under the deluge of rain in darkness. One might have believed that they came out of the water, for the torrents of rain, which had been falling inces santly for more than a month, had made the plain around Adrianople and De- vanjaros look likfe a sea. In the uncertain twilight each of them looked like an immense bundle of sheep skin, out of which emerged the barrel of a rifle. All six wore caps of green velvet bordered with astrakhan. It. was a patrol of Macedonians en rolled In the Bulgarian artny passing through the line of outposts. Hesitat ing and uncertain, they moved their long arms like w indmills, 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 move back and forth The Macedonians started toward the IS- 2S9 UNCLE ■ mv curs US NEVER t l VA*y . HAT WILL] COST You TfeA) Pea ceajT /Hons. ;uw±e started | 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 loved the six 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 words: “The war is going to last a long time!’’ or “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. i Depressed and Melancholy. , On this night they felt unusually de- ; pressed and melancholy. The incessant rain, the everlasting cold and the en- ( Oft ft \[ TocTH PftnUTb ! ) 1>D AlcT A ) &ED-SKMS Bite r \ the. Dost The&e. c ‘"i6MAT2;BeAUT/Pui.s^ice l^FiXT- PRINTS By Cliff Sterrett No Wonder Pa Was a Bit Excited \WHATS HE W ALL-TIRED- PARTICULAR ABOUT “THE R)LDIN(t BED For ? |— The Foldjn/Ct Bed Od the v/AU HAL> Ad HOUR T #*'■ 11 ' HEY .'TELL H4 M5TTO LET THEM MOVlM* MEd Touch the FOLDffj’ BED Till l 6rr '-there'. HAVE A HEART, PA let us Get IU -THERE AH' ->00 OUR hair! just You Let 'ENf ALONE, H4 THEY KNOW/ -THEIR- . BUSIEST ! HURRy -THAT (WUT Shave, p/w'ini / MOVIN' MEH IS , HERE AH’ 1 DON'T KUOW VWH4T -T’ Illl'MIJ “The war will never end,” said Ka- loub, making a wry face. “Never,” said Naziff, 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 pressed, they began to talk about mys terious things. “The moon looks like a crescent to night,” said Kaloub. “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 little moon which kills all thoee 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,” said Raff plaintively, like a child. Let Us Go Back. “Let us go back,” 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 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 litle 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. Little Fath er Colonel w r ould surely hear them com ing back. “Come along, boys; 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 heavy 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, looked about and listened. “We are inside the Turkish lines,” 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 Dlplovitch, “there are some soldiers over there watching us.” Felt Like Howling. And at the faint light of the moon they dimly made out some figures a short distance away. The Bulgarians, now quite convinced that the vicious 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 t*o the ground like a log. The firing was kept up by both sides, 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 astray hy the vicious little moon, that kills those jpon whom it 1 looks. f. o’clock MOVIHG Utf/ ^MORUlMb. ' V^vV\ jun.mimMP'’ By Tom McNamara Too Easy to Work Skinny Shaner H^gleterrd United State* Patent OtHc* sniff, sniff, swiff, oh mt ; i TamL/ kav oaai> ucaoT' AW pur THAT CHATTER. 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