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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
Her hands dropped from his shoulders, she moved slowly back to the side of the fire, where the usual group crouched.
His mother stood near the door. Newt put his army hat on, and stepped to her side.
"Mammy," he said, "ef I don't come back — be good ter Minervy."
As the Deacon had promised, it was
thinned, had the Filipinos on the run. After a furious pursuit of the enemy, who were driven back in wild panic, Newt suddenly found himself alone, save for one other soldier. They had outdistanced their own comrades and had in turn been outdistanced by the Filipinos.
"Reckon as we've put the fear o' God inter them," said Newt, turning to look at his companion. Then the blood
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''Now you've got me," said Falk coolly. An expression of utter we; ness crept like a gray smoke across face. "I remember you now ; you're Nt Spooner, mountaineer, killer, a nocount youth who thought of noth but feuds. It was unfortunate for that I should have seen you pull trigger on one occasion, unfortunate
'Mammv," said Newt, "ef I don't come back — be good to Minervy !"
in the thick of the fighting that Newt and Henry Falkins had it out, following a hard day of forced marches through jungles, when the air was hot and fetid ; where one fought for breath and was blinded by the streaming sweat. There was terrible slaughter of American troops that day, when at last the brown men massed for battle. But toward evening the tide turned ; the Kentucky volunteers, their ranks sadly
surged into his face. The man he stared at was Henry Falkins.
"It's yo' — the man as penitentiaried me !" he choked, and strove to fan the fast-dying fires of enmity in his soul.
"I'm Henry Falkins, if that's what you mean," said the other, staring into the blazing eyes.
"The man I said I'd git. Yo' swore yo' saw me shoot, an' they sent me behind the bars fer three years. I've
me that my sense of duty made me U tify to what I had seen. And y< joined the army just for the sake taking a pot shot at me?"
"You lie!" stormed Newt. "I didi think of yo' till I found yo' here."
"Well, now I'm here, why don't y shoot? I won't attempt to defend m self. I might kill you, and in this ur form I won't kill anybody but an e: emy of the United States."