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Show care. But today even If tha storm I diea you will not leave me?" Ho begged aa wiatfully aa a sick child crying for Ita mother. "1 will not go away today," I promised. prom-ised. "If only the world could turn back on Ita axis." he went on. "If time i could reverse the clock and let us all I begin over wtth August, 1V14! If only decent men could wipe out theae lyexra of horror. If only I had found you if only you could love me I Womu are foola all except you. You are the nnjt wonoerful woman In the world. And 1 do not know your name. ; Tell me your name T' "Jane! I a Id. "Jane; he whispered. "Deitr Jane! ! Tut your hand on mine while I go to aleep!" Thinking to in Kit he him aa a mother! quiets a sick child I laid my hand on I his, and he smiled, and slept. Fearing to disturb him, knowing that a long (eep might saxe his life. I let my hand rent there. Then, because I waa weary with days and nights of waking, wak-ing, 1 fell Into a doze. When at laat 1 came to my sen see, the hand beneath be-neath my own waa cold. I rose with a i hi ver My shriek aweiled above the atorrn I was alone In a peat house with Its d ea t To be continued.) Copyng-ht, 11B. by the- Newspaper Knt'Tprlge Ast""lat inn Confessions of ; A War Bride CHAPTER LXXVIII. ' Death Oslivera Ma From tH Trap of My Enemies. Night turned to day and day found me watching at the bedid of my , Miemy. The at-rm still roared around me. I bad to tell myaeif, over and t iver, "The d-nd do not stir," aa I i kept a watchful eye upon the still f irody on the cot against the wall. I. a-ho had never been afraid to die, had rrown pitifully and unreasonably j if raid of the dead. I Only when- Bremer's mind waa dear j (train did I -come out of my traiw of I error. I told htm th..t I thought he aaa much better, but he only smiled, j "If ao. or If not." he said, "I want j n give you this " He drew a curious j ; ing from his finger a thick oblong tt lapis lasull set in an Intricate ail-j ;er frame. j T "rers here." he satd touching a orner. At the touch of my finger the ' op flew open like a tlnv dor and repealed re-pealed a miniature cheat. ! "It la an ancient thing." he said, i 'put to a verv modern uae. Tt hs ', oncealed cypKer mea-iag of ,f0 , rnrds written urtder a mlcroacone. j eep It as a charm. I pray ;od you nay never have lo use It," he added ,iifer1y. i . Then aa Thaitated. He went on: i "To "prove thf you forgive a sinner -areept It with m admiratfon . I took It to quiet him but he would : , t at-.p talking ( "Witl you ait where I can ee yon! e' aaked "1 am not deKnoua Juat.; tred ToenocTw. If I am better go (- war tt you . Hh aend snyoite you ' is e. nd our 4ear ti v ea. I do not s. |