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I - - Make This Bank m 1 rp Much 1 lme : ) In figuring penditures' nated thro Checking A Open a Ckeckir / And Let \ i Do Your Booki r The Exch Of Newt "The Bank % ?MK. I "On the afternoon of the fourth da; of Fritz' contemptuous use of the roa( v mentioned the captain and I were a our posts as usual. Fritz was strafe tng us pretty rough, just like he's doinj I now. The shells were playing leap frog all through that orchard. *1 was carrying on a conversatioi in our 'tap' code with Cassell at th< other end. It ran something like this "'Say, Cassell, how would you !ik< to be in the saloon bar of the King'* Arms down Rye l8P.e wit*? a Mortis o: Bass in front of you, and that blond< barmaid waiting to fifl 'em up again? "Cassell had a fancy for that par ticular blonde. The answer came baci fin the shape of a yolley of cusses, i changed the subject. "After a while our talk veeref round to the way the Boches had beei C exposing themselves on the road dowi on the chart as Target 17. What h< said about those Boches would nevei have passed the reichstag, though ] believe it would have gone througl our censor easily enough. "The bursting shells were makin? such a din that I packed up talkinj and took to watching the captain. II< "was fidgeting around on an old sand bag with the glass to his eye. Occa sionally he would let out a grunt, aw make some remark I couldn't hear 01 account .of the noise, but I guesse< wnat it was an rignr. rruz was ting fresh again on that road. "Cassell had been sending in the 'tai code' to me, but I was fed up am didn't bother with it. Then he sen O. S., and I was all attention, for thi< was a call used between us whiel meant that something important wa; on. I was all ears in an instant. Thei Cassell turned loose. "'You blankety blank dud, I hav< been trying to raise you for fiftesi minutes. What's the matter, are yoi asleep?' (Just as if anyone couk have slept in that infernal racket!; 'Never mind framing a nasty answer Just listen.' r ""Are you game for putting some thing over on the Boches and Old Pep per all in one?' , "I answered that I was game enoug! tt>Vion it r>o mo tn nnttinf" it over th< Boches, but confessed that I had * weakening of the spine, even at th< mention of Old Pepper':? name. "He came back with, 'It's so absurd ly easy and simple that there is n< chance of the old heathen rumbling it , Anyway, if we're caught, I'll take th< blame.' "Under these condition I told him t< spit out his scheme. It was so darinj and simple that it took my breatl away. This is what he proposed: "If the Boches should use that roa< again, to send by the tup system th' target and range. I had previousl: told him unout our capiam xaiKing ou ? loud as if he were sending througl orders. Well, if this happened, 1 wa to send the dope to Cassell and h would transmit it to the battery con: mander as officially coming throug: the observation post. Then the bat Your Business Home is Spent? "Incomes" and "Ex' wKi rh rrvulrl he eiimi mgh the use of a Account. I ig Account Today This Bank keeping for You. ange Bank>erry, S. C. of the People" Mi amedkan soldier io went * illuikiwim INE CUHHKJERV1NG Iff ERANCE" ' j I (& i9t7 BY :>! I ARTHUR fUY EtIPEY 7 tery would open up. Afterwards, dur1 ing the investigation, Cassell would t swear he received it direct. They . would have to relieve him, because it r was impossible from his post in the . battery dugout to know that the road was being used at tnat time ny rne i Germans. And also it was impossible ? for him to give the target, range and : degrees. You know a battery chart is j ' not passed around among the men like 3 a newspaper from Blighty. From him ^ the investigation would go to the oba servation post, and the observing offi~ eer could truthfully swear that I had irot sent the message by 'phone, and ~ that no orders to fire had been issued j by him. The investigators would then be up in the air, we would be safe, the Rnrhps wnnlri rpcpivf* a eood bashing. and we would get our own back on Old 1 Pepper. It was too good to be true. 1 1 gleefully fell in with the scheme, ' and told Cassell I was his meat. r "Then I waited, with beating heart and watched the captain like a hawk. 1 "He was beginning to fidget again and was drumming on the sandbags > with his feet. At last, turning to me, > he sard: ; 1 "'Wilson, this army is a blankety blank washout. What's the use of hav* A.* 11 Z4- nnf ollATI'^rl tirO^ Jlli^ arilUfX .V 11 11 in uvi awuiiiu lv ut v * The government at home ought to be 1 hanged with some of their red tape. * It's through them that we have no shells.' 1 "I answered, 'Yes, sir,' and started > sending this opinion over the wire to * Cassell, but the captain interrupted * me with: 5 i "'Keep those infernal fingers still. 1 What's the matter, jetting the nerves? 3 When I'm talking to you, pay atten1 tiofi.' "My heart sank. Supposing he had ? rumbled that tapping, then all would 1 be up with our plan. I stopped drura1 ming with my fingers and said: i " 'Beg your pardon, sir, just a habit * with me.' ! " 'And a d d silly one, too,' he answered, turning to his glasses again, and I knew I was safe. He had not tumbled to the meaning of that tapPing. 1 "All at once, without turning round, ' he exclaimed: 1 ! " 'Well, of all the nerve I've ever run - across, this takes the cake. Those Boches ii^re usi^f that road tiling mi- uvp< this time it is a U^UUl. A/ittm iii.f VJ v _ "> whole brigade of them, transports and . all. What a pretty target for our - '4.5's.' The beggars know that we won't fire. A d d shame, I call it. > QJi, just for a chance to turn D 238 ? loose on them.' 1 | "I was trembling with excitement. From repeated stolen glances at the I captain's range chart, that road with e its range was burned into my mind, y "Over the wire I tapped, 4P 2.vS batt tery, Target 17, Iiange 0000, degrees h 30 minutes, left, salvo, lire.' Cassell s u. K.'d mv message, and with the ree et'iver pressed airainst my ear, I wait! ed ai-d IN'^ivd. 1.. a couple of mi till utos very li-.iatly over the wire came the voice 'f our battery commander 1 issuing the order: 'D 238 battery. Salvo! fire!' ''Then a roar through the receiver as the four guns belched forrh, a screaming and whistling overhead, and i the shello were on their way. j 'The captain jumped as if he wer? ' -* J J 4. /> 111 tT ??oi. ana iei uui u giwi utfe d? ?7i, aiid easily turned hir-. g^ses in the direction of the German road. ! I also strained my eyes watching ihat j target. Four black clouds of dust rose up tight in the middle of the German ; column. Four direct hits?unoTWr ; record for D 238. i "The shells kept on whistling over1 head, and J had counted twenty-four ' of them when the firmer suddenly 1 _ * ceased. When the smoite ana uusr ! clouds lifted the destruction on that I road was awful. Overturned limbers and guns, wagons smashed up. troops I fleeing in .'HI directions. The road and roadside were spotted all over with little field gray dots, the toll of our 5 guns. i : "The captain, in his excitement, had slipped off the sandbag, and was on -" (-lvn miul tt?1! nt IliS KUfCS ill llivj IUU'4, lilt. p..,..-.. ... i his eye. He was muttering to himself and slapping his thigh with his disengaged hand. At every slap a big | round juicy cuss word would escape from his lips followed by: "'Good! Fine! Marvelous! Pretty , Work! Direct hits all.' 1 "Then he turned to me and shouted: " 'Wilson, what do you think of it? Did you ever see the like of it in your life? D n tine work. I call it.' ; "Pretty soon a look of wonder stole rtfor hie fnnp nnd hp exclaimed: : " 'But who in h?1 gave them the order to fire. Range and everything correct, too. I know I didn't. Wilson, did 1 give you any order for the battery to open up? Of course I didn't, did I?' "I answered very emphatically, 'Xo, , sir, you gave no command. Nothing went through this post. I am abso Iutely certain on that point, sir.' I " 'Of course nothing went through,' . he replied. Then his face fell, and he muttered out loud: ! "'But, by Jove, wait till Old Pepper gets wind of this. There'll be fur | flying.' I Just then Bombardier Cassell cut in 1 on the wire: "'General's compliments to Captain ! A . He directs that officer and sigI naler report at the double to brigade ' headquarters as soon as relieved. Relief now on the way.' i | "In an undertone to me, 'Keep a brass front, Wilson, and for God's sake, stick.' I answered with, 'Rely on me, mate,' but I was trembling all over. "I gave the general's message to the captain, and started packing up. I "The relief arrived, and as we left the post the captain said: i " 'Now for the fireworks, and 1 know thpv'll ho irocd and nlentv.' Thev were. "When we arrived at the gun pits the battery commander, the sergeant major and Cassell were waiting for us.' We fell In line and the funeral march to brigade headquarters started. "Arriving at headquarters the bat-' tery commander was tne first, to be interviewed. This was behind closed doors. From the roaring and explosions of Old Pepper it sounded as if raw meat was being thrown to the lions. Cassell, later, described it as sounding like a bombing raid. In about:, two minutes the officer reappeared, i The sweat was pouring from his fore- j head, and his face was the color of a beet. He was speechless. he passed the captain he jerked his thumb j in the direction of the lion's den and went out. Then the captain went in, ' and the lions were once again fed.! The captain stayed about twenty min-! utes and came out. I couldn't see his ! i face, but the droop in his shoulders was enough. He looked like a wet hen. i "The door of the general's room opened and Old Pepper stood in the doorway. With a roar he shouted: "'Which one of you is Cassell? D n me, get your heels together when I speak! Come in here!' , "Cassell started to say, 'Yes sir.' "But Old Pepper roarea, -?nui up: "Cassell came out in fiv.e minutes.: He said nothing, but as he passed me he put his tongue into his cheek and winked, then, turning to the closed door, he stuck his thumb to his nose and left. ! "Then the sergeant major's turn came. He didn't come out our way. Judging by the roaring, Old Pepper must have eaten him. I "When the door opened and the general beckoned to me, my knees started to play 'Home, Sweet Home' against j each other. ; "My interview was very snort. ' "Old Pepper glared at me when I entered, and then let loose. ; 44 'Of course you don't know anything about it. You're just like the rest. J Ought to have a nursing bottle around your neck and a nipple in your teeth, i (mH von turn mv stom- I j ouiuin o e * v ach to look at you. Win this war, ; when England sends out such samples j as I have in my brigade! Not likely! . Now, sir, tell me what you don't know about this affair. Speak up, out with It. Don't be gaping at me like a fish. 1 , Spit it out.' j "I stammered, 'Sir, I know absolute- j ly nothing.' ! j "That's easy to see,' he ro.ired; I i that stupid face tells me that. Shut ; up. Get out; but I think you are a ' : d d liar just the same. Back to your battery.' "I saluted and made my exit. ; "That night the captain sent for us. : ? .,mi tromhlinsr we went to I >>1111 IV(U Uil? his dugout. Ilf was alone. After saluting we stood ;it attention in front of him and wailed. His sav was short. I T ' 1 !><?:. ; v ni two ever Lot i! inio y? htacis That. is a d?\-:d lanLU :L'o. I'vo known i; for y< ars. 'i'ho ? v<> of you had bettor cv! rid of that :ierv--n?j I I habit of tapping transmitters; it's dariL't runs. That's all.' i "Wo saluted, and were just going out j the door of the dugout when the capTain called up hack and said: "*Snu?\e Goldflakes? Yes? Well, there .ire two tins of them on ray table. Go back to the battery, and keep your trntuos between your teeth. Under- ? sinnd?' | "We understood. "Tor five weeks afterwards our battery di(i nothing but extra fatigues, i We were satisfied and so were the men. It was worth it to put one over ; on Old Pepper, to say nothing of the , injury caused to Fritz' feelings." lwwl {??* hie clni*T7 ! *? II' 41 li.^WH J|<Ul 'I mo ?. I I looked up and the dugout was jammed. An artillery captain and two officers had also entered and stayed j for the finish. Wilson spat out an : enormous quid of tobacco, looked up, ! saw the captain, and jrot as red as a j carnation. The captain smiled and loft. Wilson whispered to me: "Blime me. Yank, I soe whore I click for crucifixion. That captain is the j same one that chucked us Goldflakes j in his dugout and here I have been 'chucking me weight about in his \ hearing.'" Wilson never clicked his crucifixion. ! Quite a contrast to Wilson was an- j other character in our brigade named \ Scott; we called him "Old Scotty" on j account of his age. He was fifty-seven, although looking forty. "Old Scotty" j had been born in the Northwest and ! had served in the Northwest Mounted nolice. He was a tvnical cownuncher I and Indian fighter and was a dead shot j with the rifle, and took no pains to j disguise this fact from us. He used to ' take care of his rifle as if it were a baby. In his spare moments you could always see him cleaning it or polishing the stock. Woe betide the man ; who by mistake happened to get hold I of this rifle; he soon found out his j error. Scott was as deaf as a mule, and it was amusing at parade to watch him in the manual of arms, slyly glancing out of the corner of his eye at the man .iext to him to see what the order was. How he passed the I doctor was a mystery to us; he must i have Muffed his way through, because ' he certainly was independent. Beside ; him the Fourth of July looked like : Good Friday. He wore at the time a j large sombrero, had a Mexican stock ! saddle over his shoulder, a lariat on i his arm, and a "forty-five" hanging ! from his hip. Dumping this paraphernalia on the floor he went up to the recruiting officer and shouted: "I'm from America, west of the Rockies, j and want to join your d d army, j I've got no use for a German and can I shoot some. At Scotland Yard they j turned me down; said I was deaf and so I am. I don't hanker to ship in with | a d d mud-crunching outfit, but the j cavalry's full, so I guess this_ regi- ' ment's better than none, so trot out ' your papers and I'll sign 'em." He told ! "* ? J -1! j T I tnern ne was xorry anu supiieu vy. x ; was on recruiting service at the time he applied for enlistment. It was Old Scotty's great ambition ' to be a sniper or "body snatcher," as ! Mr. Atkins calls it. The day that he j was detailed as brigade sniper he celebrated his appointment by blowing the j whole platoon to fags. Being a Yank, Old Scotty took a lik- j !ng to ine and usetl to spin some great : . -1! 1 ssl I yarns anoui rne pnuus, anu iue wumc : platoon would drink these in and asfr; for more. Ananias was a rookie com- j pared with him. ; The ex-plainsman and discipline . coirld not agree, but the officers all liked him, even if he was hard to man- \ age. so when he was detailed as a i sniper a sigh of relief went up from the officers' mess. Old Scotty had the freedom of the 1 brigade. He used to draw two or: three days' rations and disappear with , his glass, range finder and rifle, and we ; would see or hear no more of him i until suddenly he would reappear I with a couple of notches added to those already on the butt of his rifle, j Every time he pot a German it meant another notch. He was proud of these notches. But after a few months Father Rheumatism got him and he was sent to Blighty; the air in the wake of his stretcher was blue with curses. Old Scotty surely could swear; some of his outbursts actually burned you. No doubt, at this writing, he Is "somewhere in Blighty" pussy footing it on a bridge or along the wall of some munition plant with the "G. R." or Home Defense corps. I CHAPTER XVII. Out in Front. After tea Lieutenant Stores of our section came into the dugout and informed me that I was "for" a reconnoitring patrol and would carry six Mills bombs. At 11:30 that night twelve men, our lieutenant and myself went out in front on a patrol in No Man's Land. We cruised around in the dark for About two hours, just knocking about looking for trouble, on the lookout for Boche working parties to see what they were doing. Around two in the morning we were carefully picking our way about thirty yards in front of the German barbed wire, when we walked into a Boche covering party nearly thirty strong. Then the music started, the fiddler rendered his bill, and we paid. Fighting in the dark with a bayonet is not very pleasant. The Germans run hut nur officer was IU' T\ 1 I "II IXIV, X Ullt ' v* V W v? ~ no novice at the .came and didn't follow them. He gave the order "down on the ground, hug if ciose." Jusr in time, too. hemuse a volley ski'MUit'ti ever our ivoi'.d*-. Th< n in low tor.o we were loM to v.-j ';nd crawl lijwk to our in-:-. \ : :'i on ills own. We could see the flashes of tiicir rifles iri the darkness, hilt the bullets wvn- going over our heads. We lost three men killed and one v.ounded in the arm. If it hadn't been for cur ollieer's quick thinking the whole patrol would have probably been v-'iped out. After about twenty minutes' wait we * * T .3 lU a n out again and uisrovereu mat tlif Germans had a wiring party working on their barbed wire. We returmd to our trenches unobserved with the information and our machine guns immediately got busy. The next night four men were sent out to go over and examine the German barbed wire and see if they had A Hidden Gun. i cut lanes through it; if so, this presaged an early morning attack on our trenches. Of course I had to be one of the four selected for the job. It was just like sending a fellow to the undertaker's to order his own coffin. At ten o'clock we started out, armed with three bombs, a bayonet ana revolver. After getting into No Man's Land we separated. Crawling four or five feet at a time, ducking star shells, with strays cracking overhead, I reached their wire. I scouted along this inch by inch, scarcely breathing. I could hear them talking in their trpnrh. mv heart was noundins: against my ribs. One false move or the least noise from me meant discovery and almost certain death. After covering my sector I quietly crawled back. I had gotten about half way when I noticed tha* my revolver was missing. It was pitch dark. I turned about to see if I could find it; it couldn't be far away, because about three or four minutes previously I had felt the butt in the holster. I crawled around in circles and at last found it, then started on ray way back to our trenches, as I thought. Pretty soon I reached barbed wire, and was just going to give the password when something told me not to. I put out my hand and touched one of the barbed wire stakes. It was iron. - * - ^ J ?U!1 ^ 4-Vwv The Jbritisn are 01 woou, wmie mc German are iron. My heart stopped beating; by mistake I had crawled back to the German lines. I turned slowly about and my tunic cauglit on the wire and made a loud rinninfir noise. 1'4 O ? A sharp challenge rang out. I sprang to my feet, ducking low, and ran madly back toward our lines. The Germans started firing. The bullets were biting all around me, when bang! I ran smash into our wire, and a sharp challenge, "'Alt, who comes there?" rang out. I gasped out the password, and, groping my way through the lane in the wire, tearing my hands and uniform, I tumbled into our trench and was safe, but I was a nervous wreck for an hour, until a drink of rum brought me round. i (TO BE CONTINUED.) i PREPARE FOR "THE EAGLE'S EYE" WILL BE SEEN HERE WEDNESDAY Another Splendid Serial Motion Pic' tnrp to Recrin Rnnnin&r in >*ew I ? w berry on That i>ate. "The Eagle's Eye" will be shown in twenty episodes. It is a costly picture, but Mr. Wells will run it without extra charge and in addition to the regular program each da? 'shown. It is a story of tne imperial German government's spies, plots and propaganda in America, by William J. Flynn, recently retired chief of j the Tnited States secret service. The episodes are of actual facts, interwoven with a romantic fictional plot, featuring the popular stars, King Baggot and Marguerite Snow. In the (thrilling and fascinating pictures will be seen the heroic work of the secret ! service operatives in hunting down the perfidious and traitorous.guest of i , rhe nation, in adventures at sea and on land, which will rivet the attention of the crowds at this time of terrify in-: revelations of the dastardly secrct v.-orkinss of enemy aliens and their ... The rirst episode in Chief Flynii' . discloses a secret chapter I n the history of ti e destruction < ! the Lusitania and how the plan to I : sink the ship was aided by imperii! , Germany's agents in this country. As the arch-plotters of the Imperial German government's crimes in America discuss their plans, a counter-mar* i . ~ . on tne part 01 tne i nitea >taies >vI eminent is b^injr developed. Pixie [.Mason, a heatrtifu! and couretons ; youim- girl. who is an operative of fh<? | Secret Serv'ce receives instructions j from Chief Flynn to ingratiate cr! se'f into the confidence of suspecterl agents of the alien spy system. Harrison Grant, the president of the Criminology Club, now a volunteer Secret Service operative, is active in j ^'lowing the movements of suspeet. ed spies. j At tin's time the Imperial German government's naval staff had planned its first great thrust at America?the | sinking of the Lnsitania. Wireless messages in secret code are being1 t sent to Xauen, Germany, from the . basement of n faslronable home in fha most exc sive residential section I New York and tiirougn otner uieuiums. j The Imperial Gprman Ambassador and his aides are busy in Washington, j while Heinric von Lertz and his lieutenants are active in New York, ccrnerjurv evidence that tho ^usitanh c^rn^c grins as an excuse for her destruction. : Dr. Albert, in Washington.. suggests that the United States may resept the sinking of the irreat liner. Von Bernj storff smiles and replies that th3 j United States cannot fight, for it has no army. Boy-Ed, his face wreathed in his sardonic smile, replies "I hare *"- Vfttl , attended to ,-tnat coming y .* know." ! The conspirators discuss their fina! plans for insuring*the sinking of the : Lusitania and Boy-Ed says they can * | trust to "the genius of PotscTam" tc do the rest. ! As the Lusitania leaves her dock on May 1. 1915, two days late in sailing, a furtive-eved man sends a cable message to Amsterdam, Holland, which was forwarded to Cuxhaven. j "Lucy has entered her last phase c? illness. 'Doctors say progress till Thursday normal. After that difficult ; to diagnose." Thus the Imperial German nava! staff learns of her sailing and her course till the following Thursday. After that their sea scouts will keep them informed of her movements. VOr Lertz, at the Hohenzo']ovn oi-ufr, after a telephone call f?*om thi<? man.smilingly leaves for a boM where hs is accustomed -o dictate letters to a public stenographer. i Th? L:ip:rs>nia sails across the sen. ' , The message of the furtive-eyed man has been received at Cuxhaven. where the scorpions of the sea. the U-boats, await orders to sail to attack the liner. From Xauen wireless messages are ' sent to hundreds of small boats -i." o"t at seat?apparently fishermen, but actually scouts to give notice of ths course taken by the vessel, j On May 7 the news that horrified the world is flashed to the four corners of the earth. The Lusifania. an unarmed merchant liner, has been sunk by German submarines, unwarned and with no protection tr? passengers?a violation of the law of nations, as act of inexcusable piracy. More than eleven hundred lives Iiav? been lost. People in Berlin look at their death medals and rejoice. The ; datp on it has no significance to them Tt commemorates an Imperial Gf"inan i "victory." i America stands aghast, stunned by the great calamity and the loss of over one hundred of its people. Ther-2 is war in the air. The Imperial Ger, mnn plotters then make ready to I strike the blows at the American navy \ as the sequel to the Lnsitania plot. 1 planned to make this country craven ' in fear of the consequences of war. I And Harrison Grant thinks of Dixie j Mason and wonders how so attractive a girl can allow herself to made the tool of such an unconscion: able government. RUSSIA BOWS TO HUXS. , FORMALLY AGRREIXG TO ^ j GERMAN PEACE TfcK.US, ' | Russia has howed to the Centra! . Empires. The hard ter ns of the j peace treaty submitted by tie mans at Brest-Litovsk have been agreed to by file AlJ-P.ussian Coc| gress of Soviets, in session at Mo=j cow, in spite of the on position of ar? j important element of the Russian I people. The result of the 7Jip \7h ? fomcdzt in the announcement from Moscow on Friday that the Bolsheviki delegates . to the Moscow congress had at a party caucus voted in favor of the r lea! tion. There was a faction, however, l that registered its disapproval of fhe ! treaty, but the presence of .MKoisi jLenine. the ftolsheviki premier. jnooi :r,)]v unIfe.l h:> fol'owcrs and enaDiecf them to roll -p a I?r?e majority In. favor of ncrQr-tlng *h" provision- of ilitj (iei !!i;.n ptra x treaty.