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Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c., v. 50, no. 8, December 15, 1894.
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Tyler, Robert Lee. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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6 December 2022
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1894-12-15
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New York : Street & Smith
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New York Weekly. None but the brave : a dashing military romance / by Robert Lee Tyler. Dora Tenney, the pretty telegraph operator; or, She fell in love with a soldier / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. She fell in love with a soldier
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SOCIETY'S DISGRACE.
BY W. c, Suu.
y ,. A Jouely woman wandered by.
With cronchivg form and averted eye;
In her ar
Tu hor heat
And clos ach
Hor chita ot liane she clorely peensed
Tho night grow dark 24 aho wandered on,
Still closoly pressing her little o:
Her atop grows foable as ae foce
Down to the
oy with a al
‘ime rolls on—Dut the waters fe
do ukto the vation das tall tho a
The Btate etapa tatoo inte ta
She tosse: A panper'a gra
Tuen come ve tor st ‘che agian prev
120—they 10 Les
ow quaking with virtuons breath,
"rhe Of sin Is surely death.
4. man of frahion goee walling by,
0 118 hand, aud a gins
8 to IIs
es fair,
curly liaies
pana ee twwund fv Saaed ——
Bat a a tr a,
And swore by all tm heaven above,
No other dai
haa vowel tat
wa site bore hie ebild,
She's voted base he only wit.
Although ‘twas known he caused hor death,
Against him there Is not a breath.
‘and tiie tn 9 Caciatan tant,
Whore justice is boaster on every hand.
Prompt to pimial the unary tet,
Who steals # loaf to get ral
Pe
2
OhaMe
Stier
Noe.
Entered at the Post Office, New York, as Second Class Mattor
Three Dollars Per Year
Two Copies Five Dollars.
No, 8.
the Italian,
Sane in Ben
fe
the su apposed packet.
‘The expression of glaviug de-
ele to" eyes changes to one
ies to writhe away from
“We have not a moment to lose iu get-
ting out of here,” says Jack. ‘Can you
swim, d Artois?
“Like a fish; but why is swimming
necessary???
“To save you from Deconinge Prussian
Prisoner.”
A Prussian prisoner!
onda! If wad fre not ont
of this fortress in two miuutes, be
blown higher then Gilderey’s ite. We
cannot leave by the door, so we must go
throug gh the vow. Follow me!”
ack’a woth aro got, and there ize glare
of determination fais eyes.
rove, to. his companion that the
ity.
window an instant, he
mibers he is on the sur-
face, surging "with the current, and
by
hoxt thing b
calling for d’ Artois. Just then he bears
fa loud crash above bim, and he knows the
ay pazaite haa been exploded.
oans Jack; “where is
varie
AU this instant there is dull splash in
Ye water, and Jack finds himself. strug-
Mold the form of the uneou-
is borne
‘ard by his military harness, ‘which ho
has not had time to remove. hen begins
& battle in. comparison with which Jack's
struggle with Jose is as child’s play. ‘The
cris wide, deep, and swift, On one
fide is tho clift upholding ta Petite Pierre
on the other side are low, sloping banks,
which Jack is endeavoring t ‘to reach. Again
again bis helpless burden almost drags
im lown, but the “Anirican is stubborn,
olved to save his friend or paistt
Jeuch Amato water,
Jac draws d Artois toen sate
kup the bank, and there falls sensele~, be-
side him.
‘When Jack recovers, d’Artois is dash-
ing cold water in his face, and chatlng his
temples.
‘ut they nit
od bless You, old fellow!” says the
hman: You saved my life.
“You plunged into dapger on my ac-
count,” replies Jack, “and why shouldn't
I save you? But we haven't any tine to
exchange compliments, my boy; we're in
8 nd if we don’t wish
man prison, we'll stir our stumps wand get
Out of hore without loss of time,”>
“I would like to know why this doctor
Bus the bevrayer wth vilalnous wiles,
In safety can bask in Society's smiles.
NONE BUT THB BEAVE" was commenced in No, 2
CHAPTER Xv.
EDETTO, FOILED.
e “recoguition of Benedetto ies Jack cou-
siderabl lection, but he is no time
followers, al
a sharp loo} ¢ girl.’
What task is ‘Rhere that yot remains?” growls
always keeping
SPhe put
tois.
jan
iting away of this Frenchman,
C8
dar.
Like the American} he is a menace to
wns Jose,
| the warning given by a dis.
“You speak as thongh the
| man wo ‘vote hore “aud morely Waiting. for us‘io slit
is gual
fo will be here. Thave sent him word that
Quce more the rattling laugh from Jose
“(And the Frenchman—how shall be be plain:
Your brave Plans smell of blood, and you know,
amico mio, what a vampire La
“Do L net? But there: must,
‘th
m8 STORY WILL NOY BE rus
a
with a clickinig iw
ann.
will ne
roats or breaking of heads in tits Mace en | Bonodetto, ina
At that instant she feels a hand on her shoulder.
(THE RIGHT OF DRAMATIZATION RESERVED.)
ED IN BOOK-FORM.
NONE BUT THE BRAVE:
A Dashing Military Romance.
By ROBERT LEE TYLER.
Rack numbers can Le obtained of all News Agents.]
si neve anetl
her play
From his pocket he
packet, apparently, of Totters, | “This
m.
draws a
shat i prow the Frenchman's destructio
t eA Package of letiors??
hat is tha
“Seemingly.
In reality, however, it, is a
ith, Ki
a food ' for has aso filled thr, in” nitro:
or extended thought a8 the Ttalian has evidently lye Phere ating five-minute
“come iuto the chamber with a purely business end \idressed envelopes above aud. below
nt viow. the’ bos contain asbestos, to vBrevene, the heat re;
wy | : the nature of the supposed
fose!"? he calls in a low, sibilant whisper. pacl ot ‘of correspondence ‘t ain Cielrree to d’Ar-
“Here!” comes a hoarse answer in French, and fot saying it was the Amorican’s last wish that
Tack sees'a ty’ pial cut-throat advance into the packet and read it after ho retumas to
Shatiber. the tines, {Whar is the result? ‘The
ol Frenchman places the infernal machin his
‘Our work is well done,” goes on _Bensetto, pocket, T leave him alone vith the late Hnunentad,
with a nasty Jaugh. ‘Pluto bas dese and ai pout Away y, goes Frenehmas late
imed yet 2 and 9 of lig work "
claimed yet another victim. He fou an rubs his hande ant waite thee
but I have him now.’ We bave yet one more "Death Munter! Slaughter! Carranbal how
k, Jose;.then we may rom la Petite | I love it! Tw
2
would like to bo a cannibal, SStostbunas
um
mio, and drink human blood an
fles!
b. Whi
then’
capes you?”
“Then £ wi
e suarl of a
il have a
iragoons from the im
il
Besides,
trusty stiletto.
“Tf he escap
him! What tin
Tn the mo
ned in
Of the sister who has
“you shall be
pes me,
me will be be
nursed
“Ah, monsieur, is it you?
the chamber, and feared for our patient.
he need
‘Come away now.
hen we get back to Sicily es
‘Bilence, lafot! Not a word about Bic. ”
te, and
sy
‘Suppose, inspite of all, the Frenchman es-
dozen Brandenburg
rt to prevent his escape,
‘accomplish his iowatal through the Prus-
in the hall with your
, the soldiers are welcome to
‘here???
he locks and ‘ion the vos
T heard sounds from
ver more need your care,”* replies
hollow tone.
“Our united efforts
were unavailing, Sister Merceges—the poor
American js dead!"
Bond!” shoo: the sister, aghast; ‘and he
seemed to be doing so well!
Mercedes,
“Internal hemorrhage, Sister cut
“What are you doing here?” asks the man.
and hurls it, ya th as arrow shot from bow-
‘at the head of Jose.
staggers, drops his’ weapon, and
“Bazed. but not ‘conquered, Jose struggles with
of
the thread, of is lite. "He will be buried to-| all his “strength of desperation, Twice Jack is
morrow. Retire, and pray for his soul.” forced to his Knees, and he feels that his weakness
2s, with my whole heart,” returns the sister, | will be his undoing unless he executes some sud-
mournfully, and their steps die away along the|den coup. Allowing himself to he forced down a
corridor, ino, he breaks from his antagonist’s hold,
What a lar that, fellow is?” mutters Jack, '3. “slide movement,” and, an in
getting out from under the bed. ‘And what 4 | stan Mr. Bravo by the legs and’ankles.
rlack-hearted devil as well!’ Fab! how I would with all his strength, Jack brings bis
Fun this rusty old sword through bis enemy's head against the stone wail with the
vit he little knows their plots
aainst him: Dut he shall not Sose his bfe—T will
save it, oven af st the expense of my own
But how WArtoie. be rescued from Bene-
detto's infernal mackie, “fromthe stiatee of
Brandénburg dragoons?
ter
B50 ity is he occupied with his thoughts,
force of a catapult. Jose’s senses leave him, and,
fin instant “later, his life, for Jack bas forced the
villain’s stiletto into h
‘anting and weak from: exertion, the victor
sinks into 9 chair to rou and decide what he shill
0 ‘ose, for it will n
leave it lying we it has fallen.
Jack looks about him, and the window imme-
diately presonts itself. 13. his eye. Startin
with & ‘sudden’ idea, be looks ‘out through the
told me that you were dead
“There's a long explanation be Tebind that,
@ Artois, and you will pardon me if I put
off making it till some more favorable
time. Perbaps ci can talk. in low voices
as we walk along iso, Ul unbosom myself: Just
however, I'll be obliged if owl a me
Kove how we'to going to pass the Prussian
“itt fant necessary to pass the Prussian
oy esterda: lay, we were defeated at Gorze while
attempting. retreat upon, Paris. The snes
mon ami, are betwe the French an
apital.”?
it would be hard to analyze the emotions that
thrilled in the Frenchman's voice. There ws
bitterness, there was despair, but there was tho
Getermination tbat meant life-blood in the v
last, tre
Then vet us reach the French lines without
dola ys Jack. ‘In which direction is
Met
Connected rah bis
hy !voulil” this, Benedetto strive 50 persist-
ewly. to murder yout?” queries d’ Artois
does not see Pluto mate his ascent and aperture. It is night, but ihe moon lights this The n Jack tells the story of the Paris abduc-
"onto cine against the wali, nor does he bear | side of la Petite Pierre, an a few moments,
of the door. > He is oblivious of he is able to make out “he ‘tery perpendicular Hei nere lady in the case, then??? asks
all wuut'a eating Jaugh starts him to bis feet. | height on the brink of which the fortress stands, | the Frenehyuany in a strange voice, “Perhaps
dose has entered the roo! and he hears, far below him, the gurgle of swittly amour
“Carrambal must ‘nave a ook at the carrion Homing water. ‘Tack bites hie mustache.
before capitano mio bio ‘Lifting f Jose, he bears it to the Yen, ‘Eugene,’? be answers, ‘an unfortunate
mui window, to ves it trough ind allows it to fal i amour!?*
The Italian sto) cS, with a startled oath. He is Then he listens intently until ha hears a low “Ig ‘this the lady?”? asks Eugene, handing his
standing beside the bed, and he sees that it is| splash, aud thus learns f water is very | friend the ivory portrait.
empty! dee] “Where the *e lazes did you get that?’’ returns
“Looking me, T suppose??? comes a_voi ood 1”? mutte his answers question | Jack.
from pobind him, a Jose ‘harns like igntaing number two and Srabok three, Now, I'm ready “You left it at the barracks when you went to
only. to find the point of a sword against his | for d’ Artois.” rform that perole work at Saarbruck., But,
breast. Scarcely have the words fallen from bis lips| tell me—this Iady is the object of your affec~
ick is determined to when be. hears a military tread and a jingle of | tions?”’
Jacl plunge the sword farther,
Dnit he pauses an instant, and
the design ineffectual.
Joso springs back, his muscles playing like those
of a tiger-cat, and. the sword point follows his
Dulloek-like breast, but does not pieres.
instant later, the is struck from
Tacks hand ant hivled agnist the the wall, where,
brittle with rust, it breaks
instant n
fick aks a Fush. toward lace in which
iH other weapons are hanging ‘but, with a fend
Jose steps in front of ‘him, his stiletto in
ish grin,
his and,
his naked arm Jooking Tike bronze in
the pale gleam of the can
mmeteanot's hac cries, hoarsely; ‘you
cheat "ihe picture, but you cannot cheat dose!
With his bushy’ black hair tumbled about his
head, anda brutal glitter in his heady eyes, the
Italian advances
i . ng. If we inch by inch toward his enemy—
his friend is dying, and desires fo see hitn, Think | discovered ae this there may be too. Tess maga | writhing along with contarte muscles and hissing
eat Wea wel message will Dring him post |dendas, ant the dead of tho battle-felds will lie |a kind ¢ that is timed with his move-
ator When he comes, T shall moet ‘him with a | unrabbied Come.” ments, ose ie his instincts are. all
Fary long taco, dose, ahd shall tell hiin he is too Lave) Better Jie the picture and see what Duta, end big baman brain but teacher him the
Jato—that ‘his'poor friend is dead. He will want | a pretty corpee the American mak of murder. He is a mad dog—a creature
to see the corpse, and shall “bring bim. here. |" Neves "Wie the doors and you may | fa be shtot'at sight for tho benoht of mamicind.
hen aman ie. smothered to death, he shows | itt, the frame from blows 08 You lowered it,| | So Jack thinks, standing unarmed in frout of
mo marks of wiotence; consequently d Artois will / Quick! T hear some one com this Ping ef Blood. “Di he'feel sure. that. te
Wy , team ded a lingerin; “ve “ y | strength is
not know but thnt the American | | the hey I leave the “room, fd sfack hears a key strength is all returned, Jack would not hesitate
a grant bin Uattlo,
otters ing Knife; bat now bo is deter:
nine to lay a cautious and waiting game.
Tw the room he, retreats before the
ce around
Ttatian, and finally pat in front of the littie
niche in the wall. ke a flash, he turns,
batches the litte marble i iinnge from ith pedestal,
spurs advancing along the corridor.
“1 tardy expected you before morning, mon-
sieur.
“Hush! in God’s name! Speak in German,
ana call me herr. The ney re near me
word my friend was dying, a
nave ent “two. horses until | ‘bey Spee cony
t here too laté! Poor Jacl
“© feck stiles grimly, and laces himself atone
side of the door. As it opens, and Beuedotto
enters, preceding Artols, fack ' throws himeelt
upon the Tealiane dite ing his fingers about
neck to provent ‘outer;
“Mon Diew!” easy Artois; “is that you,
Tack Can it bo
“it’s L Close
” ventas Jack,
the door—quiel k, as you value your lif
Although | astounded at seeing is. "reiona alive,
Artois impressed with a sense of
danger, nd ast ne
Row," goes 6 stout aay the ropes
under. the bed and’ give them to me, so Tm
bind foe villain.’’
draws his sword and skillfully severs
the balteotd. “In a vary few anoniguts Benedetto
is lying on the floor of the chamber, bound and
gagged, bis little black, yes glowing with aston-
ishme Jack turns hastily to his|
friend.
“Did he give you a packet of letters, supposed
to have been 1 mine ef”?
Yes— they are.’
D'Aviois produces the informal machfue from
his pocket, and Jack lays it on the floor, close to |
uickly,
Br Artojs speaks in brusque, imperative tones,
eye
rap iene he Frenchman holds the picture
* though hesitating whether to return it o1
t last he gives it up, with a sigh whieh
‘loos not hear, aud comes to a batt
lere is your portrait, mon ami. I leave you
This ig. the road to Mets— goto he
Forze.”
i hat for, Bnugenet”
Into, action, yesterday, by im
‘ ‘a given an expo ition
to fen i favor of death,
, L gave a—some
‘ish that,
Tack
on Vhviee,
hore chance
To my old. friend, Gen
ersonl belongings, withthe expat essed Ww
send the trinkets im a package
if I died, he would
to the add left him, Providence has decres
that I should live, and that my noble friend
ghontd die. a to find his body and sscure
ve into his hands for safe keep
ig. dead of tho battlo-field have not been
buried—I t must search for the remains of General
itou.??
ak will help you.”
ORO Teny cannot consent’ to have you
join, mo in’an enterprise of so.mnch danger.”
insist on going!’’ my ys Jack, with a resolu-
ton there sol gaa
ois claspe his Zrierd’s hand,
you will, comrade, Ihave a plan that
ry us throngh, safely; we will try it, at
ll ev vents, This we
alsin these two. mex, who have vowed to fight a
deadly duel at the close of the war, vanish arm:
disiedace’