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Show i Under Fire gu RICHARD PARKER J j baswI OA the drama of j j go! COOPEB MEGRUE 9 ! .t!S(,I,l"UDd.rCovlr"iid-inthoi j o( "H paus to Advertise" j CHAPTER XXII-Continued. 10 irmanwas, already asking hend-;?n hend-;?n to connect him with General ;;;;for one of his staff, when the Aching form pained the English i The man climbed up the face dearth embankment, and shout- Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm German-I'm Irish!" he peered n at tie' alert faces turned up to ImsLanr Kedmond that dishev- nan who clung to the top of the -vproof shelter. He -was still in ,"cerman uniform, but without hat ".'j,13t, which he had cast aside, while . nn for greater safety when he -jj 'reach his goal. He had no de-t de-t to stop a bullet intended for a laan. And that uniform was -stay where you are!" Montague , -j':o him. "Boys, if he moves, " he told his, men. I'm Redmond! Captain Redmond lit Irish Guards!" Larry cried. "I've -a on special service inside their vs, and they d n near got me. By :srmaps this is Trench 27, isn't it? ", explain in a minute." 'Tou'll have to do a lot of erplain-Montague erplain-Montague told him. Tell me has anyone been here :ne yon don't know a-passin' -:.elf off perhaps for a Britisher, ::icin' you some news some word " -Some word of what?" Captain Mon-ijw Mon-ijw asked. 1 don't know I can't make out!" Itj shouted desperately. "But ;;t;'s mischief ahead for Trench 27. seen their maps; and one of their He paused as Streetman's caught his attention. The dls-rivA dls-rivA German spy had at last eu'e-.A eu'e-.A in getting someone in authority - receive his message. And now he delivering his false information. "Who's that speaking?" Larry asked English captain sharply. And Im-:rfiately Im-:rfiately he answered his own ques--i "It's Strassman, captain! I iflim. He's a German spy! Don't slim telephone! It's a trick!" In j eagerness to stop that disastrous -sage he forgot the warning that 2tague had given his men, and the " i-eyed Irishman rose to his feet The British fired point-blank at him. ;"-t Larry sensed his danger just in He dropped flat upon his face '- the top of the bombproof and the "-its whistled over him. Cipiain Montague was impressed "i Larry's news, and he ordered stman to put down the telephone. thought the matter worth further ;;stigation. "passman, don't you remember Larry asked the man at the tele- ButHerr Strassman's h-on nerve did - feert him even then. God! It's Captain Karl of the snan army! And in our very -s:" he exclaimed. "He's the -"hose plans I overheard!" That's a pretty good bluff, captain! Don't let him fool you!" Larrv ;JMa the English officer. "Drop reiephone!" he shouted, as Street-. Street-. resnmed his conversation with Quarters. And as a last resort win Redmond shot the instrument :Z ,elspj"8 8rasP- Then, under of the hubbub Larry leaped in-the in-the trench. yon' Redciond!" Streetman him moment his hatred be-,Wd!" be-,Wd!" Larry repeated' -Joy- ! , hear' eaPtain? He knows ... I really am! He called me Red- ?le'nn, A88 Streetman ged near-outlet near-outlet t0 the trench the Irishman Qr,Doat let him get away, ser-ral ser-ral men grabbed streetlnan LTM"here's revolver!" Lar-'h Lar-'h 1 eapon out to Montague. s,f " be 8alaer arrest tll y esti- l:tya' Redmnd!" the enlight-..vreP'led- Hewa8vast- Hod h he near'y fooled us. . . . 'HH ,7h Dearly fooled s!" he re-Urrr re-Urrr had reallzed the disaster that "'"Pay W'f aVerted- "Now N ft.? he crled- "Sergeant ' Boys?.1"1 agalnst the trench! I'm tm me Uke tnat! I tell -'notmn w., Tut even had Montague been disposed dis-posed to spare him, his doom was sailed. An enemy aeroplane had darted dart-ed out above their linos. One of the I'.ritish privates spied it when it was almost above them, and as they paused to watch it the plane slowed visibly. "That means she'll drop a bomb," a Tommy observed. "Sure they never hit anything." Captain Kedmond jeered. But this time Larry was mistaken. As he spoke, something came hurtling down to earth. "Look out, boys! For God's sake look out!" Captain Montague could no more keep back his involuntary warning than he could stay the death (hat threatened them. In another moment there was a terrific ter-rific explosion. Trench 27 rocked with the force of it The bombproof shelter fell as if it were made of cardboard, burying them beneath it. The heaped-up heaped-up dirt at the top of the trench was scattered like so much sawdust There was nolonger any light In that little inferno except what came from the starlit heavens. Men or what had once been men lay motionless motion-less where the powerful explosive had flung them. Others bad vanished as if into thin air never to return. And for a few brief moments all was silent. Then someone stirred in the shambles. sham-bles. It was Captain Montague. One of the timbers from the roof of the shattered bombproof had fallen upon his left leg; and, weak as he was from his injuries, he could not release It "Boys, take that beam off my leg!" be called faintly. "I can't move! Take it off, I tell you!" He called several of his men by name. But no one answered. an-swered. He groaned then, as he struggled to rise, and fell back fainting. faint-ing. The telephone buzzer began to call insistently. And there was one man who heard it Larry had been stunned for a few seconds, now he might be wounded be had not the slightest Idea. But that he was hurt he had not the slightest doubt. He could barely move, as consciousuess returned to him. But until the call of the telephone roused biin further he had been content to lie where he fell and rest. That signal, sig-nal, however, spurred him to dogged effort. "The telephone! It isn't smashed!" he cried. "Oh, God! Let me get to that telephone! If they attack us now we're done for!" He dragged himself along the littered floor of the trench for a few feet, then sank down with a groan. "Oh, my God! My leg!" he moaned. And then he drifted into a delirium. His mind wandered back to Ethel Wllloughby. And once more he found himself in Sir George Wagstaff's house in London, pleading -with her to marry him. . . . Soon he gained control of his befuddled brain again. "I've got to get to that telephone!" he told himself desperately. "Come on, Larry! You can do it!" he told himself him-self fiercely. "D n your Irish heart! Come on! It's only five feet more!" So his undaunted spirit lashed his broken bro-ken body to its bidding. At last he gained the 'phone. At the other end headquarters was still trying frantically to learn the rest of that interrupted message that the German spy had started to relate. "No, no! I'm not Lee! I'm Redmond!" Red-mond!" he gasped. "Captain Redmond of the Irish Guards! Special service! . . . Major Drayton, you remember me!" Larry said almost joyfully, as he discovered to whom he was speaking. "Listen! Bomb aeroplanes Trench 27 wiped out send reserves! Understand? Under-stand? ... Oh, my leg!" he' groaned. "Wait!" he continued "Didn't a girl, an English girl, with my pass, come to you with information from me? ... ; She didn't? ... Oh, Ethel, where are you? . . . Listen, listen!" he begged the officer back there at headquarters. head-quarters. "Crown prince marching against Paris! Von Kluck flanking us! Tournay and Le Cateau. Get , the French to send more troops. You can't? Then retreat retreat right to the very gates of Paris. It's our only chance. Yes, I'll keep guard!" He dropped the instrument then. He had done his duty. Captain Redmond straightened himself him-self to his full height. And his hand reached for his revolver. He did not remember that he had surrendered it voluntarily to Montague. ."I'll keep guard!" he repeated in a dazed and mechanical fashion, as he groped for the missing weapon. In a second more he toppled upon the ground. Redmond of the Irish Guards had fainted. CHAPTER XXIII. "The Sweetest Girl I Know." For almost ten days Larry Redmond had lain, delirious, in a little church in France, not many miles from Paris. It was only the wreck of a church now, for the German shells had swept it leaving ruin In their wake. Even the statue of Christ on the (Cross which surmounted the altar had not escaped desecration, for the upper part of the crucifix had been snapped off like matchwood and now rested against the lower j?art of the figure of the Savior. Re-enforcements had reached Trench 27 in time thanks to Larry's heroism; and though he knew nothing of what had happened after he had fallen close by the telephone, the British troops had stemmed the ;ap In their defenses. Along with others of the injured, Captain Kedmond had been hurried away from the-front as fast as was possible, until at last he had been received re-ceived into the field station for the English wounded for which purpose the Red Cross had pressed that tiny church Into service. When Larry reached that place it had been far to the rear of the British first lino. But now, alas! those heroes in khaki had been forced back, until the boom of their guns was plainly audible in the violated sanctuary. Captain Redmond lay upon a heap of straw on the floor. About him were many other men. swathed in bandages, as he was, and among them there moved a soldier with the Red Cross insignia upon bis arm; and a French priest kneeled beside the stricken and prayed for the welfare of their souls as well as their bodies. It was early morning, three or four hours past midnight, mid-night, and the cluttered nave was only dimly lighted by a few lanterns. A doctor strode through the doorway. door-way. "I want to see Doctor Charles," he announced, and to the man who rose from one of the altar steps, where be had been examining charts of the wounded, he explained that he was Doctor Aubrey of the Second corps, sent to relieve the medical officer stationed sta-tioned there, who had been ordered to join the ambulance forces at the front Doctor Charles handed over his charts at once and prepared to leave. "I see Captain Redmond is still here," Aubrey remarked as he scanned the records. "How is he?" "Still out of bis head!" "Will he pull through?" "He ought to." "Brave chap, wasn't he?" said Doctor Doc-tor Aubrey "to get us that information informa-tion about Von Kluck's flanking movement!" move-ment!" "If it hadn't been for Redmond they would have captured our entire army," the departing surgeon replied. "Pretty big things for one man to do!" the newcomer exclaimed. Doctor Charles agreed with him, and after saying a hurried good-by he passed on into the gray of the approaching ap-proaching dawn. As Aubrey set about his duties it seemed to him that the roar of the artillery became increasingly distinct. And it was not long before the blare of a bugle sounding retreat was wafted waft-ed unmistakably through the open doors. At the sound of that order one of the men lying upon the floor raised himself upon an elbow and listened. "I tell you retreaj! Retreat!" he cried. "Right to the very gates of Paris! . . . Oh, Ethel where are you?" "Who's that?" Doctor Aubrey asked of one of his Red Cross assistants "Captain Redmond! He goes on like that most of the time," the man answered. "The telephone! I've got to get to that telephone!" Larry shouted. "Come on, Larry! You can do it! It's only a few feet more!" The doctor kneeled beside him. "There, there, old man! Take it easy!" he said. It was plain to him that the wounded man was living over again those tense and terrible moments in the trench. All at once a dazed look came over Captain Redmond's face. He looked at the doctor curiously. "What place Is this? Who are you?" he asked. He had at last regained his senses. "You're at an English field hospital." the doctor said. "TheD they got me, didn't they?" said Larry. "Did I telephone headquarters head-quarters in time? I can't remember. There was a bomb. I tried to crawl to the 'phone. . Was I too late? Tell me!" "Your Information came in time to prevent their flanking our whole army," Doctor Aubrey told him. "Thank God!" Larry murmured. "And Miss Wllloughby 7 She was at Tourville? Where- is she? . . . No. no! You wouldn't know," he said, as the doctor shook his head. "And Strassman? He didn't get away?" "Strassman? You mean the German spy who was with you in Trench 27?" "Yes, yes!" Larry sad eagerly. "Their bomb got him," said the doe-tor. doe-tor. "He's dead.". "That's one good shot they made," Captain Redmond replied. "Tell me we've turned them back? We've saved Paris?" "I fear not," the other said, and his grave face revealed the anxiety that he shared with all his fellows. "We're only ten miles from Paris now. We've been retreating for over a week." "But that was part of the plan!" the wounded man cried. "To retreat, and then" "I know," the medical man Interrupted. Inter-rupted. "But we haven't been able to cut their lines. Even the government has been moved to Bordeaux. The German's aren't five miles from here. Last night they shelled this church. They're four to one.- I'm afraid we're done for." . Larry grasped at the arm of the man who knelt beside him. "Don't say that!" he begged. "It can't be. They can't take Paris. They can't Dear God, I beg thee " 9 "Tlit're, there! Rest a bit. old man! You got a nasty smasli In the bead. Lie back!" And he lowered the captain cap-tain back upon the straw once more. "Out there they're fighting while I'm no good to anyone," Larry groaned. "Doctor! This lady wishes to see you." Doctor Aubrey turned as the Red Cross man spoke; and his glance encountered en-countered a girl an English girl, dressed in a suit once white, but now torn and bedraggled. Her bair was disheveled, and her face showed pale and wan in the half-light of the dim church. "She ,has a pass from General French's headquarters," the man added. add-ed. "May I be of service?" the doctor asked her. Ethel stepped forward then. "For ten days I've been searching your various field hospitals," she told him. "This is my last chance. Tell me oh, I'm afraid! I'm afraid to ask! . . . She nerved herself by a visible effort "Tell me is Captain-Captain Captain-Captain " As she faltered there came a quick cry from' the man the doctor bad just left. "Ethel!" Larry's call electrified them. She hurried to him. "Oh, my dear!" she answered with a dry sob. "My darlin'! My darlin'! You're safe you're not hurt?" he exclaimed, as she put her arms about him with immense tenderness. "No, no! And I'm here with you, thank God!" "Tell me what news from the front?" he demanded, as a roll of cannonading can-nonading filled the church with its resonant res-onant booming. "Oh, I can't tell you,". she said. "It's too dreadful." But she saw that he craved the truth, even though it were the worst "We're still retreating. They say Paris is lost." The notes of a bugle again sounded clear through the roar of the great guns. "Oh, dear God, they mustn't take Paris!" Larry cried. "If we can keep Paris, we've a fighting chance." He stopped abruptly then, and turned his head as if at some wondrous sound. "Listen to the bugles!" he shouted. "They're not playing retreat! That's the call to attack! . . . What does it mean?" A messenger burst into the church. "Who's in charge here?" he demanded. de-manded. "I am," Aubrey told him. "I'm from headquarters," the man said. "Is Captain Lawrence Redmond here?" "Yes, yes! I'm here!" Larry called, struggling to his feet with Ethel's help. The messenger crossed to where the wounded man stood, half supported by the girl. "I have the honor to report," he announced, an-nounced, "that General French and General Joffre extend to you their grateful thanks for your information, and to state that you have been mentioned men-tioned in the dispatches for signal bravery in the cause of the allies." "Oh, my dear and you said 'For King and Country!'" Ethel exclaimed, her heart near to bursting with pride in him. "What do I matter," he chided her, "when out there they are driving us back? Hear their guns!" "One moment!" said the messenger. "I have to add! sir, that your information, informa-tion, coming at a vital time, has enabled en-abled the English troops, In conjunction conjunc-tion with the French, to execute a turning turn-ing movement And after a four-days' battle the enemy is now in retreat beyond be-yond the Marne." Larry seemed not to grasp the news. He looked dully at the man from headquarters. head-quarters. "What did you say?'" he asked. "The enemy is in retreat" "But they said we were beaten," Larry stammered. "I'm just in from the front," the messenger informed him. "I tell you, the enemy is in retreat." "And Paris? Paris is safe?" Larry cried, as the joy of it all broke over him. "Paris is safe." was the answer. A band was playing now, and those glad folk in the little church could hear the thunder of marching feet. "You bear?" the messenger asked. "That's the French. The reserves are coming up from Paris." "That's the English troops!" Larry shouted, as he recognized a familiar marching air. ' "Yesl They landed today," the man said. Larry stood there listening to the welcome strains. One arm he had flung about Ethel. And the other he waved above his bandaged head. "More of our boys off to the front!" he exulted. "And do you mind what they're playing, my darling?" he asked her. It was "Tipperary." The wounded men caught up the song. Captain Redmond smiled happily as the soldiers shouted the words; and as they reached a certain passage of the chorus he looked down at Ethel with a world of tenderness in his eyes and held her closer. The English Tommies were singing, "The sweetest girl I knowl" THE END. |
