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UNDER COVER Good GRACIOUS' WHAT'S this' TTTF ATLANTA flKORfiTAX AND NEWS. YrOXDAT, MAY 12. lHlH The Dingbat Family Archibald Helped--That Was All <V»pyrifht, 1913, International Nows By Herriman The V icious Li t tie Moon To-day’s Complete Short Story T HEY' emerged from the ground* one, two, three, six, under th« 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 I)e- vanjaros look like a sea. In the uncertain twilight each of them hKDked like an immense bundle of sheep skin, out of which emerged the barrel of a rifle All six wore cape 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 sigrj 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, j The Macedonians started toward the I hole from which this signal was given. It was the abandoned trench. Sergeant Narltch and his five Bulgarian soldiers were down there and had given thent 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 Pord give the Turks into our I hands,” was the burden of their re marks. Then they sat silent and pondered until It was time to separate and each party r 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 whelmed them. “The war will never end,” said Ka- Ioub, making a wry face. “Never,” said Naziff, and yawned like a hungry wolf. They all bowled their heads and spat into the mud, then, as alway’8 happens w'hen 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 viciousTv little moon.” And he told the legend nf the vicious little moon which kills all those upon whom it looks. They raised their heads and gazed furtively tow’ard the sky'. “One must not tempt the moon,” said Potrof, who was newly married, a)- though his hair was gray. “Woe unto us all.” ) “I am sleepy.” said Reff plaintively, like a child. Let Us Go Back. "Let us go back," growled Alexis, and stuck his bayonet into his hoot. 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 dow-n upon them, half senseless with fatigue and superstition. Each w r as dreaming his own dreams. Sergeant Naritch saw his IItie house and his wife in her gayly colored dress. He saw' her looking at a goklen-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 sl.ender crescent of the moon. He shook himself. What were they thinking of? Tt was late. Uttle Fath er Colonel would 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 timjgf they glanced at the moon. w 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 no sigj 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.” 1 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 fo the ground like a log. The firing w’as 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 namfl from among those he had shot down. Then everything whs silent. f Toward morning a passing patro^ found the dead bodies of six Mace donians and six Bulgarians, who had been led astray by the vicious little moon, that kills those upon whom It looks. __j