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Continued From Yesterday.
She was only conscious that her
heart was like a singing bird—%that
she was about the happlest dish
washer in the world.
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As Carrie hurried along with her
tray of steaming coffee and plle of
buns to the waiting train full of
wounded men going to a base honm
tal, she stumbled over someone's ouft
stretched foot, and with difficulty
saved herself from a bad fall,
She looked back, amazed, as a Ger
man oath, muttered. yet distinct, es
caped the lips of the owner of the
foot—a man in stained khak! sitting
on a seat on the platform, with his
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head supported on his hands., Just
for an Instant he glared up at her-—a
pair of angry blue eyes looked lrito
hers, then down went the head again.
A German oath!
What Tommy Atkins would use
such a thing?
What Tommy would swear at a
woman? It's not the British way.
She hurried on, taking note of the
man's position and the fact that he
did not seem inclined to move, Her
cheeks were aflame—her heart beat
ing madly.
He must be a spy!
A spy!
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his heart and some horrible secret
work on foot.
A spy!
She distributed her coffee and bun-.l
only anxlous to get back that she
might report the man to one of the
military officials on the platform. But
as she was turning away someone
gpoke her name—at least, a namei
known only to one man. 1
“Blue Eyes!” |
She turned with a stifled cry. |
How He Was Saved, |
There he was at the window of one
of the carrlages, A pal had given
him coffee, and he was leaning back,
4 bandage round his head and one
arm in a sling. He looked weak and
exhausted. !
Copyright, 1916, International News Service.
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“You again!” she crietl. “I did not
know you were wounded.”
“It's not much-—only bad luck that
the she'l burst so near me just after
my life was saved by-—you.”
“By me?" She gazed at him with
soft incredulous eyes and parted lips.
He bent forward. His hand closed
on hers.
“By your letters Blue Eyes—and by
you. I carried them In my breast
pocket--do you see? And there was
such a nice fat bundle of them. The
bullet that was going stralght for
my heart from a German rifle hit
them Instead-—tore them a bit—
glanced off. So I say you saved my
life. Ah! Blue Eyes, I've dreamt of
this moment so often. They tell me
this arm will never be much use
again; but 1 can write with my left
‘hand, and will there be chance for
me. some day? Blue Eyes-—speak to
‘'me! ‘What is the matter? There's
something up!”
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wounded-—siting on the platform. 1
stumbled over his foot, and he swore
in German!”
“By Jove! Here, Lester, go with
thie lady like a good chap; there's
a job for some of you, There's the
colonel—l'll report to him. May 1
speak to vou for a minute, sir?”
A tall man in stained khak! stop
ped at the carriage door. He list
ened ,to the brief statement, which
Carrie corroborated, and passed
quickly on. Carrle, watehing from
afar, saw a stir near where the man
was sitting. There was an alterca
tlon, then two military police made
their appearance, and a man was led
away between them, Carrie drew a
lor’? breath.
ewas caught! He was a spy
sure enough-—one of the cleverest.
He had taken khak! uniform, had
‘bandaged himself artistically, and
had slipped through by some means
‘'with the rest of the men from the
front. The question was speedily
asked--who detected him?
And the answer wl(l:
No, Justice Is Not Dead, Not by SBOO It Isn’t
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8o Carrie found herself famous.
And by the time she got back to
the train, just about to start on its
way to the base hospital, there was
only a moment for a word.
“You sald you were nobody,” he
told her, as he held her hand, “hut,
lo! you are somebody lindeed now!
You will be paragraphed in the
press as having caught a spy. And
did you forget that I owe my life to
you? What are you going to do
with {t, Blus Eyes”’
The train was moving, but Carrie
moved with it. And something in
her tender blue eyes emboldened the
wounded man to lean forward and
kisg her,
“You'll keep it .own't you, sweet
heart”" he whispered,
Well, there was but one answer
she could make, but one word she
could say, for he was nearly out of
hearing: but the word *reached him
all right, for he fell back in his cor
ner with a radiant smile.
By George McManus
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~ Carrie of the coffee-stall was—his.
. - . - - - .
He was passed fit for light duty
at home only when he left the hos
pital--his right arm was practically
useless, But he could wield his pen,
and the great upheaval in which he
had taken a part lent fire and vigor
to his pen, and his name speedily be
came famous, so that even his family,
with their service traditions, had
cauge to be proud of him-—proud of
the man who had been a disappoint
ment to them all till now,
“You'll give up your dish-washing,”
he told Blue Eyes two months later,
when they met in orchards full of
dancing daffodils and pink-and-White
apple blooms, “and come and keep
house for me, if you please, madam,
I want a housekeeper so badly!”
“Only that?" she asked, with a
wistful glance at his serious face,
He caught her to him and laughed.
“No, much more than that, my own,
}l“r;rlnt my sweetheart—my wife!
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STeP ASIDE, ‘Mice:
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“Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet
feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine
seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar
and cream!”
Isn't that how the old rhyme goes?"
“But we shall have to study econo
my--war economics,” she told him
solemnly. _
He laughed again. :
“SBoo we shall, sweetheart; but we'll
do it together, and we may some
times run to the food mentioned in
the rhyme after all. And in any se,
we can always fall back on cofloom
buttered buns, You know all there
is to know about them!"” %
And she did! She knew also that
romance may be found evem in a
coffee-stall! For hers had met h‘g
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