CONTENTS OF APRIL NUMBER. A PASSION IN THE DESERT A masterly account of a strange companionship WRECK REYNOLDS The pathos of the border DOES A TWO-YEAR-OLD BABY PAY? The baby in his own defence Honoré de Balzac Adair Welcker His Father THE WRECK OF THE U. S. S. "CURRITUCK" Robert G. Denig Perils of the sea; a history SALLY A love story A DUEL A ghastly struggle and a mysterious disappearance A STORY OF WATERLOO A deed of reckless daring THE REPRIEVE Albert Fleming Jules Lermina Scot Gray artists Anonymous Wanderer Sample Copy of this Number sent on receipt of 15 cents. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY BEQUEST OF WINWARD PRESCOTT JANUARY 27, 1933 A spirited account of a attle from the pen of a master of sty e-Prosper Mérimée, the distinguished French story-teller. This translation is from the Strand Magazine. 2. HOW THE REDOUBT WAS TAKEN. A FRIEND of mine, a soldier, who died in Greece of fever some years since, described to me one day his first engagement. His story so impressed me that I wrote it down from memory. It was as follows: I joined my regiment on September 4th. It was evening. I found the colonel in the camp. He received me rather brusquely, but having read the general's introductory letter he changed his manner, and addressed me courteously. By him I was presented to my captain, who had just come in from reconnoitring. This captain, whose acquaintance I had scarcely time to make, was a tall, dark man, of harsh, repelling aspect. He had been a private soldier, and had won his cross and epaulettes upon the field of battle. His voice, which was hoarse and feeble, contrasted strangely with his gigantic stature. This voice of his he owed, as I was told, to a bullet which had passed completely through his body at the battle of Jena. On learning that I had just come from college at Fontainebleau, he remarked, with a wry face: "My lieutenant died last night." I understood what he implied-"It is for you to take his place, and you are good for nothing." A sharp retort was on my tongue, but I restrained it. The moon was rising behind the redoubt of Cheverino, which stood two cannon-shots from our encampment. The moon was large and red, as is common at her rising; but that night she seemed to me of extraordinary size. For an instant the redoubt stood out coal-black against the glittering disc. It resembled the cone of a volcano at the moment of eruption. An old soldier, at whose side I found myself, observed the color of the moon. |