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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (June 9, 1923)
ONE OF OURS Br WILXA CATHEB. 1 Famous Nebraska Author. (Continued from Yesterday.) SYNOPSIS. ranJw* UW5Ti^.^ °fn i JSSTflS m Frankfort, >eb., mill-! hl‘i# A. living together a year and a er«li?A *??PA| China to visit her young lii "l**?*'-Caroline, a missionary, who ii, and Claud© goes to officers’ training *• commissioned a lieutenant, i fiiL??4* !frw ,ye*r" 1** a small denomina- j tlonal college In Lincoln, where he became I *,Jrtond of the Frlich family, motherly i 5*i0U sons. He has friends In | ly/g* Hnwgl and Leonard Dawson, young, a "®l#*>or* of the Wheeler family. He has an elder brother. Day-1 lies, in business In Frankfort, his father. *nd .* younger brother. Ralph. While on leave from camp he falls In love Gladys Farmer, high school friend ?? nig wife. Claude goes to France with nls company. He and Lieutenant Ger become friends on the transport. rhe" first active service Is leading a suc cessful attack on a Berman machine gun which Claude Is wounded In the ankle by an exploding shell. Berliardt gave up a musical career to enter the jr*’*'' While on 10 days’ leave they visit Mldsins and Mile. Claire. French friends of CJorhardt’s while he was studying violin in France several years before. At the expiration of their leave they rejoin their battalion and go by train and inarch to the town of Beaufort, recently used by the Bermans as a rest camp. Suddenly a shot rang out above the chatter, and an old woman In a white cap screamed and tumbled over on the pavement,—rolled about,, kicking indecorously with both hands and feet.' A second crack,—the little girl who stood beside Hicks, eating choco late, threw out her hands, ran a few steps, and fell, blood and brains ooz ing out in her yellow hair. The peo ple began screaming and running. The Americans looked this way and that: ready to dash, but not knowing where to go. Another shot, and Cap tain Maxey fell on one knee, blushed furiously and sprang up. only to fall again,—ashy white, with the leg of his trousers going red. "There It is, to the left!" Hicks shouted, pointing. They saw now. From a closed house, some distance down a street off the square, smoke was coming. It hung before one of the upstairs windows. The Captain s orderly dragged him into a wineshop. Claude and David, followed by the men. ran down the street and broke in the door. The two offirers went through the rooms on tlie first floor,’ while Hicks and his lot made straight 'or an enclosed stairway at the back >f the house. As they reached the foot of the stairs, they were met by a volley of rifle shots, and two of the men tumbled over. Four Ger mans were stationed at the head of the steps. The Americans scarcely knew whether their bullets nr their bay onets got to the Huns first: they were not conscious of going up, till they were there. When Claude and David reached the landing, the squad were wiping their bayonets, and four grey liodies were piled in the corner. Bert Fuller and Dell Able ran down the narrow hallway and threw open the door into the room on the street. Two shots, and Dell came back with his jaw shattered and the blood spout ing from the left side of his neck. Gerhardt caught him, and tried to close the artery with his fingers. "How many are In there, Bert7" Claude called. "I couldn't see. Dook out, sir! You can't get through that door more than two at a time!" Tha door still stood open, at the end of the corridor. Claude went down the steps until he could sight along the floor of the passage, into the front room. The shutters were closed In there, and the sunlight came through the slats. In the middle of the floor, between the door and the windows, stood a tall chest of drawers, with a mirror attached to the top. In the narrow space between the bot tom of this piece of furniture and the floor, he could see a pair of boots. It was possible there was but one man in the room, shooting from be hind his movable fort.—though there Saturday Will Be Another Day of Real Bargains in Used and Shopworn Sewing Machines at Mickels Note these famous makes and look at the bargain prices. One only at .83 Standard—A wonderful ma chine at such a figure. 827 Frea—A machine sold in this city for years. It's dirt cheap at .825 Wheeler ft Wilson—No one could go wrong on this ma chine at .817 Wheeler db Wilson — In the finest condition; does wonder ful work .823.50 Domestic—Thousands of sat isfied users of this make. You can have one now for. 918 Western Electric—Note this is a portable Electric; for Saturday selling . 830 Wheeler dk Wilson—Cabinet type; cannot be equalled at only.845 Davis—A machine that will do your summer sewing regard less of material ... 824.50 Three Singers—You know the name. They are all nearly new. Out they go at— 816 835 838 New Home—Really as good a machine as you could ask for •t.835 Come Early Every One Guaranteed Terms If Desired MICKEDS 16TH AND HARNEY might be others hidden in the cor ners. "There's only one fellow in there, I guess. He's shooting from behind a big dresser in the middle of the room. Come on. one of you, we'll have to go in and get him." Willy Katz, the Austrian boy from the Omaha parking house, stepped up and stood beside him. "Now, Willy, we’ll both go In at once; you jump to the right, and I to the left,—and one of us will jab him. He can’t shoot both ways at once. Are you ready? All right— Now!" Claude thought he was taking the more dangerous position himself, but the German probably reasoned that the important man would be on the right. As the two Americans dashed through the door, he fired. Claude caught him in the back with his bayonet, under the shoulder blade, hut Willy Kat* had got a bullet in his brain, through one of his blue eyes. He fell and never stirred. The Ger man officer fired his revolver ngain as he went down, shouting in English, English with no foreign accent. "You swine, go back to Chicago!” Then he began choking with blood. Sergeant Hicks ran in and shot the dying man through the temples. No body stopped him. The officer was a tall man, covered with medals and orders; must have been very handsome. His linen and his hands were ns white as if he were going to a ball. On the dresser were the files and paste and buffers with which he had kept his nails so pink and smooth. A ring with a ruby, beautifully cut, was on his little fin ger. Bert Fuller screwed it off and offered it to Claude. He shook his head. That English sentence had un nerved him. Bert held the ring out to Hicks, but the Sergeant threw down his revolver and broke out: “Think I'd touch anything of his? That beautiful little girl, and ray buddy— He's worse than dead, Dell is worse:'1 He turned his back on his comrades so that they wouldn't see him cry. “Can I keep it myself, sir?” Bert asked. Claude nodded. David had come in, and was opening the shutters. This officer. Claude was thinking, was a very different sort of being from the poor prisoners they had been scooping up like tadpoles from the cellars. One of the men picked up a gorgeous silk dressing gown from front the bed, another pointed to a dressing-case full of hammered silver. Gerhurdt said it was Russian silver; this man must have come front the Eastern front. Bert Fuller and Nifty Jones were going through the officer's pockets. Claude watched them, and thought they did about right. They didn’t touch his medals; but his gold cigarette case, and the platinum watch still ticking on his wrist,—he wouldn't have further need for them. Around his neck, hung by a delicate chain, was a miniature case, nnd in it was a painting,—not, as Bert romantically hoped when he opened it, of a beautiful woman, but of a young man, pale as snow, with blurred forget-me-not eyes. Claude studied it. wondering. “It looks like a poet, or something. Prob ahly a kid brother, killed at the lie ginning of the war.” Gerharrit took It and glanced at it with a disdainful expression. "Probably. There, let him keep it, Bert." He touched Claude on the shouldder to call his attention to the inlay work on the handle of the officer's revolver. Claude noticed that David looked at him as if he were very much pleased with him,—looked, Indeed, as if something pleasant hail happened in this room: where, God knew, noth ing had; where, when they turned round, a swarm of black flies was quivering with greed and delight over the smears Willy Katz' body had left on the floor. Claude had often ob served that when David had an in teresting idea or a strong twinge of recollection, it made him, for the mo ment, rattier heartless. Just now’ he felt that Gerhardt's flash of high spirits was In some way connected with him. Was it because he had gone in with Willy? Had David doubted Ids nerve? (Continued in The Monday Morning Hep.) Beatrice Fairfax Problems That Perplex Lilting and Kissing. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl of It and have been going to the Baptist Young People's union church meet ings every Sunday night. A boy of 15 is always asking me to let him bring me home. My folks think I am too young to have boys come home with me. Is it proper when, just before leaving each other, for the boy to kiss me? The boy is decent and I am very fond of him. BLUE EYES. The fact that you don't know whether or not it Is proper to let the boy who takes you home kiss you, makes me think your parents are cor rect in believing you too young to go with hoys. You only cheapen your self and take off the fine edges of your modesty and delicacy when you give your kisses so lightly. Just be cause you like the boy does not ex cuse you. Suppose we all kissed all the men we sincerely liked? Can't you see how ridiculous we'd be and how low our standards would fall. We must have standards and character and prlnlcple about us even when we like other folks. Just Around the Corner Saturday Specials BACON Whole or hall strip. Wilson’s Certi- OPn lied, lb.OOL Wilson’s Red OQ., Top, lb. 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