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of goin' on from the las' word an' the lines of ut all drawn
' he'd said, f'r all the worl' as be the traoks of the lights. though you'd not spoken at “I give th' English all all_Ye'll hear,' he says, 'the oriddit,' says I,''for comin' at
, deep hummin' sound of soores lenth to thimselves, the same of gathral voices.'
as Friday, the black, that
, "I was ineinsed be that turned friendly at last an' triok that he had of soorpin' assisted the traveller, Robinme little irrel'vanoe.
son Crusoe, against the man. "Guthral indeed l' says I. aitin' souts that he had in bis Worse than the English, be- fam'ly.' dad! A good slam of the “ Downright fawnin' ye are Gaelio I'll want, to clean me on th' Englishry now,' says ears after at.'
Martin. Ye'd do right to
. “Are ye faultin' th’ Eng- get a good Blighty, the first lish again,' says be, 'an' you wan that offers, an' off with helpin' thim now?'
ye home, an' preach your new 5. Aye, to come to their Gospil to bay thens like Cas6senses !' says I. •They that mint.' set up the Prooshans in life,
more at th' expinge of the Frinch, than half English,' says I, be when the Honezollans hadn't descent, or they'd see the gran' the strenth of the Great Joyoes laugh we have now at th' in Galway. They that went English, an' they comin' roun' to the Germans for fiddlers an' at last to detist all that's waiters an' kings, an' a cap German as much as ourselves. for their troops, an' a new Begob but th' English are religion itself, an' whatever entered now to the vermin they'd want. An' why not at they had for their cousins, an', all, an' they all cousing an' plaze Gawd! they'll nivver Chewtons together?'
return to their vommuti "Aye, an' fightin' like “I oud have gone on a great cousins," says he. Kape yer while, bein' op in me fao's, '
ap head down,' he says. But he but ye'll understand I was didn' say 'Kape your mouth speakin' in that place under shut.' A quar'lsome man, wil' some disadvantij. Still, I'd to be at an argyment always. got me word in, an' I felt An' there we lay, he on his aisier after. But, if ye'll right cheek an' me on me believe me, he wasn't oonleft, nuzzlin' the wet groun' vinoed, not a tittle. He tuk while I towld him the fao's, out the bomb from his pookut. subjooin' me voice because of Before ye have digth' inn'my.
The two front troyed,' he says, 'be soreechlines were sendin' up lights all in' an' hallabalooin' across to along, an' they intersiotin' your fellow-inn’mies of Engwan another above us, the way lan', we'll bring an event into we seemed to be lyin' out on those quiet lives.' the floor of a charoh with “ Wishful I was for ut too, & great aroh over our heads after the teejam we'd had, an'
yet fritened to think of Shane "Canter,' says he, 'oanan' the Cap., that had ordered ter along on your bowils.' us not to dbraw fire. 'Have There was a great seren'ty, for we author'ty for ut?' says I. wanst, in his voioe. An' I was
“God help ye! Author'ty!' the same way meself—at peace says he. "If ye hadn't turned with mankin'. Ye know how
yө the Reformaysh'n away from yo are, after prosp'rin', at the door ye'd have some in- hom’oide. Canter,' says he, divijjle judgmen' to-day an'a almost civ'lly. I cantered. modhern soljer's inish’tive in An' reason enough. The howl an immergenoy.
oonoern was lookin' apt to “Reformaysh'n be damned!' diginnerate into a war of atsays I. "We'll have the Cap. trishn. Fritz was dead tired of up on his hin' legs, tellin' us off havin' the night that he's had. for self-actin' mules.'
Dead set agin anny more se“Ye're a chile of author'ty,' orut diplom'oy. The hivvins says he. So strike out for above an' th' earth beneath, he the comfor's of home, the illuminated thim all. 'Twas while I'll be leavin' me card, as though he'd tuk Paris. If an' then after yon.'
he'd have done at in London “It was an ordher. I set out he'd have been fined. an' squirmed a good four paoes “All the way Martin bebin' westward. Then I thought me was gruntin' out steerin' hadn't I got a good right to diriotions. 'Half-right,' he'd disobey Jawn, an' he disobeyin' nivver done sayin', 'ye owld a comp'ny commander ? So Maryolath'r—anny patch of I checked in me course an' tak dead groun'in this wiekud worl' the pin out of the second bomb is half-right.' Or Gallop,' he'd that I had, an'lay on me bsok, say, an' we close on our wire, with me feet to the foo an' me nivver mind yer owld vitals. head illivated, to see what Jawn Gallop before they put the 'ad be at. Black agin the fall lanthern on our postheriors.' shine of the moon, I saw his
"Then it kem on as. Aye, arrum, an' it swingin' back for like the judgmint of Gawd fallthe throw. Thin I loosed me in' down. There was but the own trigger an' held on for two wan lane through the wire, an' seconds good, to mek sure of a straight an' narrow the way, burst before Fritz 'ud return an'that fi'ry sword flamin' down the ball to the bowler.
on the gate. No ase shammin' “Jawn was a natty bomber, dead like the beetles ye'd bring no quistion. His oraoker had to the light wid your spade. burst fair in th' inn'my's We'd ha' been filled as full of trenoh be the time I sent mine howls as a net. Fritz had got speedin' after its collaigue. the addriss, an' already the The ories that there were in stuff was not bein' far misthat trenoh! An' then Martin delivered. kem west, wrigglin' headlong, “I lep in at th' op'nin' an' the back of him ripplin' the like on toords the par'put. "Rowl of a waterpillar tryin' to gallop. yerself over ati Bowl yerself
over ut, anny owld way,' yells in the fairway below, an' savin’ Martin behin' me, an' then I the life of an inexpairienced knew he was hit, be the traces sentry be knookin' him down of voilent effort there were in off the step an' out of the way the voice of him.
of the muck that was flippin' “Now I'll engage ye'll think ivverywhere into the parodus, me a fool. I that had got, be quiet an' vishus. the act of Gawd an' the King's « Glory,' says I, as inn'mies, a chanst to be shut of rowled in the spooij together, him howlly, for ever, relievin' 'be to the Saints! th' entire platoon of the ourse
“The Saints !' says he, of Hivvin that Martin was soornful. nivver done callin' down be “The Cap. saw as before his godlugenusson all. we went down the C.T. on A man's & quare thing. I'm two stretchers. He said we tol' be & firs'-class dentist done right. But why all the beyant at Dromore, if & tooth bombin ?' he says. hasn' got a tooth the match of
"We found wan of our itself for to bite on, its apt to bombs, sorr,' says Jawn,‘in a grow weaker an' weaker, an'fall dang'rus oondition.' out evensh'ly. Mebbe it's like “Yes?' says the Cap. ‘An'
6 that. An' Jawn was as bad. the other?' Off wid ye to hell l' he says,
“Mebbe, sorr,' says Jawn, houndin' me on into safety,
on into safety, pensive-like, "'twas a kin' of th' instiant I halted, Mebbe infeotion.' I
' it was just me resintment at “Hum,' says the Cap. 'I him givin' orders an'ourses feared you'd be re-unitin' the an' biznugs ag agu'l wid all the Churches.' A good off'oer. pride of a Corp'ril ixpirin' on Ho knew all about the two of jooty. 'Be damned,' thinks I, us. Knew every man's trade in * if yo’re goin' to stay out there the comp'ny, an' married or actin' hayroes an' martyrs all single, an' how night,' an' I wint baok an' gev family. him a fireman's lift an' away 6. Gawd forbid at!' the two with me lovely burden. He of us said in a breath. An' that was the weight o' the worl. ended the talk." Be eripes, it's a good horse “And what brought the two wins the Gran' Nashnal. of you here?” I sleepily asked.
"All the dammij I felt on “I was brought," Toomey the road was & sting in me said, “be a bullet woun' in the unemployed arm. Then I liver, an' he be an insincere tuk wan flyin' lep, the like of action, a mateh for me own." his own way of goin' to bed, I guessed. “Oh, he got back an' the two of us landed, in on you then? He gave you a wan knot of arms an' legs, lift in, later on, out of the into the trenoh, alightin' rain ?” first on the firin' step an' “Aye. Onrequested. Wait then in th' owl stable- an' I'll tell ye." washin's of water there was No doubt the story would
have been good. But I am “It is—an' Good - night to only English. I am given life ye now, an' to hell wi' the
, on terms. I have to take sore Pope.” labour's bath now and again. "An' the divil take William
“We'll go on to-morrow," the Seoond an' William the I said. "A bit of shut-eye for Third, an' High Datoh an'
Ā mo now.
Low, and every Martin that's “Yo'll do right,” he said. in ut, from Luther out, blas“Good-night, an' the blessin' phemin' the howl of the day of Gawd be wid ye an' stay an' then late into bed, kiokin'
the stars of Gawd wi' the baok I turned over on to my right of your heels.
So go now to side, and snuggled in for my your rest." sleep. The only thing I could My own eyes were set on the see was the horizontal profile fugitive fineness of that mori- . in the next bed. Wasted, ethe- bund face.
It just moved, realised, abstract, the man who turning ever so little to right had finished joy and moan had and to left as the gusts of connow all but attained the remote tention blew over it. Then it and awful repose of a marble settled again, the eyes always effigy on a tomb in a Floren- fixed on the ceiling. I thought tine ohuroh, seen by one who of a water · weed on a deep lies, like itself, on the floor. The pond, fluotuating minutely only thing to be heard was a when galeg race overhead, but faint tap on a window above soon dead - still again at its him, the delioate whipping of moorings. some loose end of a olimbing But now the gale was abatrose-tree on the glass. And ing. At each end of the ward then, sudden, eruptive, winged a sequenoe of snorts of disdain with intention and gusto, there was passing into a dying fall. oame from afar the rush of Through a murmurous grumble & huge bass stage - whisper: it sank into the silent breath“Are ye wakin', Toomey ?” ing of healthy infants asleep.
Deep oalled unto deep. "Is Thus does high-handed nature that Corp'ril Martin, mekkin' interfere with the efforts of night hijjus, disturbin' the man to seek peace and enward ?"
HOW WE STOLE LIMAN VON SANDERS' CAR.
BY FRANCIS YEATS BROWN.
WE were prisoners of war ment of the British Army was in Turkey. For six months hampered by an insuffioienoy and more my friend and I had of transport and petrol, and been intriguing to get out that it would be practioally imof Constantinople. We had mobile on arrival in Constantiescaped and been recaptured, nople unless a good car was and escaped again. At the obtained. Was it possible, we time of which this story deals were asked, to remedy this by (November 1918) were buying in the looal markets? something of an institution We made some inquiries among for conspirators in the oity. our wide and polyglot acThe police had our photo- quaintance, and found it was graphs when we first got quite possible. The first away from Psamatia Camp, requisite for this department and the Press its paragraphs was a fast and powerful ear. when we were caught again, We were given a free hand as in disguise. When finally we to how to procure it, and a vanished from the Military bag of gold to assist us in Prison in Stamboul we were
our efforts. We determined the talk of the bazaars, and we to buy the car that night. . were credited with all sorts of Later, we also bought petrol things we had never done, as for it. well as some that we had. We The parties to the transhad therefore a certain cachet action were M‘Tavish, the in the city. We know all the Profiteer, Franoesco, Rudolph, scoundrels in the place, and a performing bear, and oursome of the respeotable people. selves. And our housema large com
I inolade M'Tavish among fortable house, provided by a these personalities, because I very good friend of ours—had simply cannot imagine our become a centre of intrigue in ménage in Constantinople with. Constantinople at a time when out him. He was a prisoner of the Tark, and Greek, and war like ourselves. A day beJew, and Armenian were fore the Armistice we had seen wondering which of them him in the streets, homeless and would get their throats out, penniless, and we had taken and which would do the him baok with us to become cutting, when the Dardanelles our butler. Never was there were opened.
more Admirable Crichton. Some days after the Turkish He always did the right thing Armistice was signed, but be in the right way, and always fore the Allied fleet arrived, kept on the side of the angels, we learnt that a certain depart. so to speak, without allowing