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The Little American
secure his release and passports to enable him to return to America, if he wishes."
"I never wish to see Germany again," said Karl.
Karl recovered from his wounds, and, cheered by the visits of Angela, looked hopefully to the future. Jules de Destin was as good as his word, and because of his great love for Angela sent a full report of her heroism, and added his plea for the release of Karl von Austreim. It was an effective letter, and it brought immediate response.
One day, when Angela was talking with Karl through the wires of the con
centration camp, a soldier arrived with an official document. Karl read it with eyes that grew blurred. "It is my release,".he said, his voice choking. "On the recommendation of Lieutenant Jules de Destin. God bless him ! He did it for your sake, Angela. He loves you. and is more worthy than I. May you and he be very happy !"
She understood. Her cheeks crimsoned. She rose on tiptoe, and pressed her face against the wire to be kissed by the disheveled but happy prisoner.
''Be good," she said, with a ripple of laughter that brought him back to the old days in America. "Be good — and come and see us in Washington."
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SONG OF THE SCREEN STAR
(^H, I am a moving-picture hero bold.
You should see me knock the sneaky villain cold, Armed with virtue in the fight, (And a fairly nifty right),
I can surely make them hustle when I battle for the light ; I am cast within the Grecian gods' own mold.
Oh, I am a hero of romance — and brave, And I'm always looking for a flag to save,
If a man must do and dare,
You can bet that I'm right there,
And I buss the lovely heroine — a rather sweet affair, While the villain seeks a dank and dreary grave.
Oh. the fans applaud when I stalk on the screen With the triumph of the victor in my mien.
And the mash notes that I get
From the girls I never met.
Why, I feel as if the beauties of the world were in my net And the least I should have married is a queen.
But, when I get home from all my mimic strife, And take up the thread of plain domestic life,
Then I watch my bally step,
For I know my wife is hep
To the way that I became possessed of my heroic rep, For no hero is a hero to his wife.
Lvox Mearson.