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Show J - .LIB ! Confessions of j A War Bride ! CHAPTER LXXV. I Moot My Submsrins Acqusintsncs Ones Mora. ! The looso boards of the narrow path j tipped dangerously as m-e felt our way I over them. I could hear the soft beat-! beat-! Ing of a quiet ses. A fog crept up from j it and addd to the perils of our may. Hud ienl. out of the marsh and the ; mist, a light gleamed faintly, and mo 1 (ame upon a hr-hermAn's shuck. The J bgtit lessened the tension of my , nerves- It told of the presence of huanan beings. Kven another enemy woUit 1 1 a welcome addition to my pr--eertt company, thougnt. Th. rotus. like the walk me had trserse1. maa built upon piles. Bremer I l,r open me door and drew me In- j aids) the place. I stood mith my bat k j n the mall and surveyed the room ' end its occupant as defiantly as a tow. scared girl could manage to do. The fares before me were all familiar fa-miliar I had seen them last in the bold uf a submarine. Two mn were, sealed. A third mas! stretched on an iron bed. The man mas breathing horribly, mith his face turned to the mall. j Both of the seated men rose to salute sa-lute Bremer. but one. who was wrapped in a thick blanket, fell back into bis chair, shaking in a dreadful chill "Vou fool'" aaid Bremer. "What are you out of bed for?" Tha man who could stand Bremer called him lleinrich spoke for the shivering wretch. "Bernhoff died ten minutes ago," ho said, jerking ft thumb toward an adjoining ad-joining room. "Mens wouldn't stfty In the room with the body." "God: exclaimed Bremer in a tone mbich mas neither a curs nor prayer. It mas despair at its moral, I thouxht. Then he pulled himself together, as one ho must keep courage alive In ' a melancholy family. ! "See. Men. I h'e brought ou a ' nurse." be a.iid K.,t the ni' n knew; me of old -they regarded me doubtfully. doubt-fully. 1 "Oh. you can trust hr Shell be I same on a h.g Job like this, all rlfc-hl " ; Bremer in. led. "Only a fol m-oman ' mould make a fuss here tonight, she's not a, fool!" i "Heinrh h. help me m ith a cot for ! Mertft." Brmr aid. I As they fetched the sick man's t.er t and made him comfortable, I jipp4 to the door, in a panic, mad to flee anymhrre anywhere away from the-house the-house of death. But the fog had grumn denser. It cIuiik to the cottage like ' a garment. It held me a prisoner as1 If It were ft wall. i As Bremer closed the aoor of jhe room 'where the dead man lay, he ex- j plained the situation to me: j "Influenza. We buried our doctor' yesterday. But me have his medicines : we know his treatment." While me! talked, he studied the moaning pa. j tient on the iron bed. "You. mademoiselle, are not a cow- ard. You are capable of any thing. ' Will you help me watch thes M. k j men mh'le Ifemnch sleeps li- has i not rented for three nights." j "If 1 help, mill yu give me my I freedom?" It waa' the first time 1 1 -r 0 had leiRnerJ ty apeak to him ' I think my volte sounded ver Mrunge to Doth : of u. J I -owed oii fhould pay a woman wom-an a supreme penalty far that la at j frnwd. H'it I promts you- I will not ; exart !h' prire if t.Kth-r we enn j hat death of tliftw two live to- j niKht." |