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Archibald Helped--That Was All The Vicious Little Moon man A A1AM IN 'Tocksgoaj ARIZONA 'l 7 ONc.E OOT A boost-PiMPlK] IQfi HID VOICE- VELi/Kbr ike. That jfa HOW DAST You IsSi UP-HOLD MY DEAR. UNCLE' ? - Ss THlEFjSTjiyp AmD you oAV ARCHISACD Assisted you ? -c^r: OUR OIL ARCHIBALD 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 10- 25“ ■ U/VCLE 5 mv curs sjS NEVER ' I VA6y . I HAT will I COST You , Tfew Per ceajT /Mops. ; ucle fair i LIAR !'. Tooth PftiNTs * ) F<MT- PR l MTS RED-SKIMS SITE the. Dust There c “ IGWAT2 / BEAUTIFULS WtcE. ' *") No Wonder Pa Was a Bit Excited rVvpyTifcht, U>1«3, Jnternationa.1 News Service. THAT'S HE W ALL Tired particular ABOUT THt FOLDlHLr BED FOR ? I— vwrtY They put “THE tOLDllJti BED OKI the V/4M HALF Ad hour — HEY! TELL MA Mt5T To LET “THEH MOVIN' Touch the foldin’ bed till l 6rr 'THERE’- i HAVE A HEART, PA j let US (Set 1 lN 'THERE AN/' 1 -s DO OUR HAIR! just You Let 'EM ALOHE, M4 -They kuovsv 'THEIR- | MURRV THAT TTH SHAVE. PAW. THt || MOVIN' MEk/ is- , v HERE AH' 1 DOMT MOW WHAT , , T TellTm*/ 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 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. /. O’CLOCK MOV/IKI6 DAY ^MORdlHCi. AiimO!M/P' T -mum It’s Too Easy to Work Skinny Shaner K«*ijtered United States Patent Office "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- sniff, sniff, sniff, oh my i . I hid MU OAAO LICAO-T"' AVU PUr THAT CHATTER. 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