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To-day's Complete Short Story
T HEY emerged from the ground*
one, two. three, six, under th4
deluge of ram in darkness
One might have believed that the*
came out of the water, for the torrenti
i f rain, which had been falling inces
santly for more than a month, had mad*
the plain around Adrianople and De-
vanjaros look like a sea.
in the uncertain twilight each of them
looked like an immense trundle 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 army passing
through the lino 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 move back and forth.
The Macedonians started toward the
hole from which this signal was given.
It was the abandoned trench. Sergeant
Karltch and his five. Bulgarian, soldiers
were down there and had given, them t
the signal.
The six Bulgarians loved the six
Macedonians.
Since the beginning of fhe investment
these twel\y men were in the habit of
meeting in^he 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 L*ord 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
pressed and melancholy. The incessant
rain, the everlasting cold and the en
forced idleness and hopelessness over-*
I whelmed them.
! "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
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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 everythin*
between life and death. "It is a vicious
little moon."
And he told the legend of the vicious
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," said Reff plaintively,
: like a child.
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"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 Karltch 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 be raised his head with a
jerk and rubbed his eyes. He could
see nothing now hut the darkness and
the slender crescent of the moon.
He shook himself. What were they
thinking of? It was late. Little Fath
er Colonel would surely hear them com
ing back.
"Pome aiong. 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. 11 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 sheila.
Half an hour passed and still no 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 Diplovitch. "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-
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