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Out on the road the dust ca him like a thousand

nettles; it smothered him, and beat upon hiht into the store, scarcely conscious of it, keeping ard on his way to

nowhere West or east, south or north--it was all one to hi into the dust ceased to cos rode on earth On he went in spite of the blindly when he could run at all At least, the wind-

kings were co alone He could remember no home

that had ever been his since he was a little child, neither father nor

ed, except one

cousin, an old irl's eyes the precious thing that is called hohed aloud

There was a startling answer; a lance of living fire hurled fro the fields before his eyes, while crash on crash of artillery

numbed his ears With that his common-sense awoke and he looked about him

He was almost two miles from town; the nearest house was the Briscoes' far

down the road He knew the rain would co oak near

hi branches and leaned

against the great trunk, wiping the perspiration and dust from his face A

moment of stunned quiet had succeeded the peal of thunder It was followed