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MONDAY, MAY 17. T915.
ATLANTA, GA
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN
THE DINGBAT FAMILY
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congratulate you.”
An the young musician was on the
point of leaving, Madame Strauss en
tered, and her husband at once began an
enthusiastic explanation.
’’This young gentleman,” he cried,
“has Just composed a parody on
*Salome'—a truly remarkable piece of
work!”
Madame Strauss raised her eyebrows.
’ ”\Vhat terms have you made?” she
asked in a low voice.
“VYhy, no terms.”
“That is no way to do; demand 16 per
cent royalties.”
And. turning to the writer of the
pan>dy, Madame Strauss advised him,
with seemingly maternal solicitude, to
accept the advantageous offer that the
master was willing to make him. Thua^
it came about that the parody on “Sa
lome,” which, as Mr. Strauss prophesied,
was very successful, Is to-day a source
of a considerable Income for the
Strausses.
shell had exploded close to him. and
then It was back to the hospital once
more.
And now he was asleep in his bed,
but the surgeon came, and. a« if he
had just been waiting for him, Hu
bert woke up, feeling strong and In
the best of spirits.
“You were asleep?” the surgeon
asked.
“Yes, major. Fine place for a sleep
here.”
“Better than down there, eh?” f
“Bah' It is all right down there,
too. I rather enjoyed it at times,
major.”
“Nasty complication of wounds,”
said the surgeon to the nurse. “The
poor fellow must be suffering dread
fully, and I shall have to hurt him
even more to-day.”
Hubert was still smiling.
“Does it hurt much, my boy?”
“Nothing worth talking about. It
tickles a little, I should say.”
“Wr*^ you are a brave fellow.
Your shoulder is in a rather bad con
dition and I shall have to operate on
it right away."
"Don't mention it, major,” said Hu
bert disdainfully.
The operation was long and painful
and the wound was scraped clean to
the bone.
"Poor fellow,” murmured the sur
geon.
But Hubert lay motionless and
smiling.
"All you have to do,” he said, “is to
believe that it dots not hurt. Then it
Just tickles.”
The operation was over and the
bandage put on. Hubert was calm
and there was a healthy color in his
cheeks. The only sign of tbe pain he
had suffered was a few beads of per
spiration on his forehead.
"Sparisti,” the surgeon exclaims,
“you have no more respect for pair,
than you have for death. I know I
have hurt you dreadfully, but I could
not help it. It had to be done. I
never had a patient like you."
“You never feel pain when you
don't want to feel pain,” said Hubert
smiling.
The surgeon and nurses looked
with something akin to veneration at
this boyish hero with a will of steel.
“There may be a letter from my
mother.”
His eyes beamed and his whole face
was radiant with joyous expectations.
He looked long at the envelope before
he opened the dear letter as if to
prolong his enjoyment. Then he
swallowed the writing with his eyes.
Suddenly he turned pale. His eyes
grew dim and his smile .vanished.
Then tears came into his eyes, big,
childlike tears that rolled down his
cheeks.
Is It really possible? Hubert is
crying. What can have happened?
One of the nurses asked him gent-
A Little Tale With a
The Story of Hubert
Touch of Imagination
mans had made into a miniature fort.
He had taken it without knowing it,
so to speak. His lieutenant had tried
to take it with four volunteers, but did
not come back.
Hubert had waited for a while, but
then he said;
“Somebody has got to go and find
the lieutenant, n’est ce pas.”
And with his friend, Pigonneau. he
had rushed toward the house. He had
fought and he had shot. He had felt
something drop. Bah! It was noth
ing but his ear that had been cut off—
the left one.
Pigonneau had fallen on the stairs,
his chest pierced with bullets, but Hu
bert had kept it up and he had done
splendidly, for he had found his lieu
tenant and the four men. all w*ounded
but alive, and he had captured the
house. He really did not know how,
but twenty Germans lay dead or
wounded on the ground.
As for himself—there was nothing
UBERT was in the hospital the
The first time
at all the matter with him but for the
lost ear and a few wounds from bul
lets and swords.
Then hospital and recovery', and
back to the trenches once more! The
trench grew rather dull and monoto
nous, he said, and one night he set out
to pay a visit to the Germans without
telling anybody. He tramped through
the deep, sticky mud, in a pouring
rain, cut the barbed wire and sud
denly hurled himself at the enemy,
yelling like a madman
“Surrender!” he cried. “The Zou
aves are coming* and they give no
quarter!”
The Germans appeared to under
stand French very well, for they im
mediately threw up their hands—
there were about 30 of them—and
cried: “Ca v&! Ca va! Pardon, com
rades!”
All Hubert had to do was to shout
for his comrades.
Unfortunately, the very next day a
i"l second time.
was because of half a dozen
bullets, a few sword cuts and a lost
ear. This time it was a shell and a
fractured shoulder. He had been hit
by shrapnel in several places, but he
had also grot the military medal. Just
now he was smiling In his sleep as
he was lying in his w'hite bed swathed
in bandages like a mummy.
Was he dreaming? Perhaps. At
any rate. 1*. had met with adventures
enough to dream about. Down there
on the battle fields, amidst blood and
Iron, he had shown such extraordinary
strength and courage that his old
comrades the "pollus” were talking
about him In every trenofi He be
came their favorite from the very day
he came to them with his 20 years,
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"What ie» it, my dear boy? Bad
new s?”
Hubert is now crying like a child.
“It is Flic, madame,” he sobs.
“Flic?"
“Yes. my own little fox terrier. The
smartest and most faithful that ever
lived. It was run down by a motor
car last Sunday.”
And Hubert was deathly pale now.
Proving His Case.
A man who had received a Jury notloa
pleaded deafness as his excuse for not
attending
“I really am deaf.” he said to the
clerk who was enrolling the names.
“Prove it,” cald the clerk.
The man hesitated, then hie face
brightened as an organ commenced to
play In the street outside.
' Can you hear that organ?” he said.
"Yes. replied the clerk.
“Well. I can't." replied the man. tri
umphantly, _
A Business Woman.
One day a young musician called on
Strauss and asked permission to play
for him a parody on the famous com
poser’s ‘‘Salome. Strauss granted the
request. When the young man had fin
ished Strauss was enthusiastic in his ap
proval.
“Very droll—vary droll I*' ha cried. “U
Four o'clock. The mall was brought
Quick! Quick!” cried Hubert.
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