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About The Forest Grove express. (Forest Grove, Or.) 1916-1918 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 23, 1916)
=¡1 U N D E R FIR E A European W a r s to r y based on th e dram a o f R O l COOPER MEGRUE SYNOPSIS. — 11 — Th® chl«f characters are Ethel W il loughby. Henry Streetman anil Capl. Larry Redmond. The minor cha"»«>er* art- Sfi George \Va»{>talT of the Brlllah admiralty and Charlee Brown, a New York newspaper correspondent. Ethel, a resident of Sir Geers*'» household secretly married to Slreetman. a German spy, though she did not know him a* such Captain Redmond, her old lover, returns to England after long absence From him she learns the truth about Streetman. furthermore, that he has betrayed her sin.plv to learn na\al se crets. The European war breaks out Ethel prepares to accompany Streetman to Brussels as a German spy In order to get revenge and serve England Captain Redmond Ethel and Charlie Brown turn up at a Belgian Inn as the German army cornea She Is Madame He l.orde. She begins to work with a French spy. The Germans appear at the Inn. CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. “ ITere, please!" ah® said to the lieu tenant. From the bosom of her gown she had drawn forth a small gold medal, which bung upon a ribbon about her neck. He looked at It closely, for Lieu tenant Baum was no man to take un necessary risks. Thoroughness was his middle name. “ From the Herman secret service, the Wllbelmstrasse!" he exclaimed, when he had satisfied himself. “ Your pardon, madame! I did not under ■tand.” And he bowed deeply. She acknowledged his apology with the slightest of nods. And with ap as sumed calm that she was far from feel ing. she said to him In a confidential manner: *‘I am here on a confidential misstoa. and one tiling at once I must know. Tell me. lieutenant, by which road do we march to attack the fortress at the frontier?" "B y the left fork, madame," he an swered without hesitation. That token from the tVlIhelrastrasse — obtained from Streetman—had quite disarmed his suspicions. “ Good! Good!” Ethel exclaimed. “ 1 have studied the country hereabouts. That is the best way. . . . Good night!” "Madame shall not be disturbed fur ther." the lieutenant promised. “ I will explalu to the major when he returns." “Thank you so much! You have been so very nice to me:” “ Madame is welcome," he said, with another low bow. Smiling happily, Ethel left him. She congratulated herself, both because she had escaped detection and because she had obtained the Information that was so vital to the French. As he watched her departure, the young German officer smiled likewise. It was good to have a few minutes' talk with a lady of his own class, after the canaille with which he had been obliged to mingle since the great drive began. And. puffing out his chest to Its largest dimensions, he stepped Into the street In his complacency over •work that he considered well done he had entirely forgotten that there still remained another suspect to question— the Innkeeper's American gentleman. CH APTER XV. Mr. Brown Finds His War. Lieutenant Baum had been gone hut a short time when Sergeant Schmidt appeared, bringing Brown with him. Tlie German "noiicom’ looked about In vain for his lieutenant, who had or dered him to fetch the American. But only two of his mates. Otto and Hans, remained In the room, standing guard at the street door Sergeant Schmidt was nonplused It was not like Lieutenant Baum to fall one like that And he gurgled a few throaty German words in his surprise There seemed nothing to do then but assume the task blinself—the duty of examining his prisoner, for so he re garded the Interested Mr Brown, who was Already making mental notes of the proceedings which he Intended to use for the embellishment of the sto ries he would send his paper later. Charile had paused Just inside the door through which he had entered the room. And now the sergeant beck oned to him violently. “ Komin tiler!” he commanded. At that peremptory command Mr. Brown regarded him with mild sur prise and a total lack of comprehen sion. Hut the sign language was plain enough So Charlie drew near to that formidable looking automaton. “ Was tliust du bier?” Sergeant Schmidt demanded fiercely. Mr. Browo appeared to consider him a huge Joke At least he glanced past Ms frowning Interrogator at Hana and Otto and laughed outright. “ I don't get you. Why don’t you apeak English?" ha replied. But the sergeant stolidly repeated hi* question. “ Oh, shut up!” Mr. Brown said 1m patiently. "Du hist elu Kuglueuder." Schiuldt annouuced with a malevolent glare at hla captive. "No. I'm an American." he explained “ Amerikaner?” the aergeaut repeat ed dubiously. “ Yes, A inertcane!" Charlie mimicked him. congratulating himself that the German language ofifered fewer diffi culties than the French. He even be gan to pride himself on being a natural linguist. And In order to convince till* fellow beyond a possibility o f doubt, he reached a hand toward his blp pocket, where he carried hla Identifies tion paper*. Sergeant Schmidt’s eagle eye no sooner detected the move o f hand toward hip than he thrust hla revolver into Mr Brown'a stomach. "H a lt!” That was something that Charlie understood without difficulty, too. He raised both hands above hla head as high as he could get them, while a Invk of lueffabie disgust suffused bis face. “ You d-----n fool.” he exclaimed. “ I’ m not reaching for a gun. These are ruy passports. Look! Paper*!” With a shake and n twist he managed to throw his coat back from his right hip. And Sergeant Schmidt then pro ceeded to relieve him o f the bulky packet that projected from the pocket. He looked at them with a »cowl. “ Ah. you are Franzoealsch!” be de clared. still in his native tongue, for he knew no other. “ I’m what?" Charlie Inquired. "Franzoeslsch! You are no Amert- kaner.” Charlie grasped only the last word. "Yes. that's right— Amerlcane. right from the corner of Forty-second street and Broadway; and. believe me. 1 wish I was right back there right now.” “ What do you *ay?" the sergeant asked him. “ None of your d-----n business. . . . You bonehead.” . . , Mr. Brown wns quite enjoying himself, abusing that walking arsenal with impunity. “ Have a cigarette?" he asked, holding out his case. Sergeant Schmidt was not above ac cepting one, even from the enemy. And lie thanked Charlie I d a voice as gentle as a bass drum. “ Gee, I'd like to give you one good wallop on the nose Just for luck.” the American remarked longingly. Then Schmidt suddenly snatched off Mr. Brown’s hnt. “ Nix on the Herrmann stuff— what are you doing?" Charlie demanded. He began to feel ns If he were taking part In a slapstick vaudeville skit. The sergeant had his face buried In side the bat He was looking for clues. ’’ EngllachP* he sputtered the next moment. "O f course It's English!" Charlie re torted. “ It cost me two-nnd-slx.” he added, regarding the rough handling of his straw with Indignation. Sergeant Schrnidt leaned over, and. seizing Charlie's coat by the collar, he pulled it back from his Deck while he examined the label. "English also. Spion! Thou art an English spy!” His trusty henchmen, nans nnd Otto, together with their corporal, brought their guns up to their sides, and. hissing “ Spion!” in the most sin lster manner Imaginable, they all three approached Charlie threateningly. Mr Brown suddenly changed his mind about the vaudeville. It seemed to him that possibly he had been un wittingly cast for a tragedy. “ Spion—spion!” he repeated. “ Good grief, you don't mean spy?” "Spy. spy—Ja wohl,” said Schmidt “ Kotnm bier!” He took hold o f Charlie’s srm nnd faced him about so that tie confronted the trio of formidable soldiers. And then the sergeant ordered them to load Charlie observed the operation with Increasing alarm. "Good God, you're not going to shoot me!" he cried. “ I’ m not English. I'm not a spy.” And remembering all at once that the girl whom he bad first met at the house of Sir George Wag- staff In Loudon could speak German, he yelled at the top of his voice. “ Ms dame de Lorde! Madame de Lorde!” The two privates were aiming at him now. And he faced them Indig nantly. His anger was already begin ning to get the better of hla fear. “ Say— if yon shoot me there are a hundred million people back there who're going to be aore aa belli” be snarled. "They'll come over here and blow you off the face of the earth.” At an order from the sergeant tb® corporal and one o f the privates then grasped their victim and bustled him across the room. •'S h . v -w hat sre you going to do with me?" Charlie asked. "L e t m# a lon er And again he called loudly for Ethel Willoughby. To Ills Immense relief, at that mo ment she appeared. “ What sre you doing?" aha asked the aergeaut " It ia not your affnlr," be retorted gruilly. She showed her medal to him—the medal from (he Wllhelmstrasse. ” l>o you know that?” she Inquired lie did. And Immediately lie cried "H a lt" to Charlie's captors. They re leased him at once. "Gosh. I'm glad you're not deaf," Mr. Brown told Ethel with Immense relief, aa he crossed the room to where she stood. "H e ts an English spy." the sergeant protested to the girl. “ No, no, no— you are mistaken." she said. “ He Is au American." "They're going to shoot me!" Charlie told her. He did not yet feel safely out o f the woods. "F or heaveu's sake, tell them I'm not a spy.” “ I hare Just told them." she assured bltn. “ I know. Make aure! Tell 'em again!” he urged her. “ Ask If there Isn’t someone who sneaks English." Questioned as to whether there were not some officer who understood Eng llsh. the aergeaut Informed Ethel that Major von Ureulg knew the hateful language. “ For the love o f Mike, get him here!" Charlie besought her. wbeu shs ex plained to him. While Sergeant Schmidt betook him self away In order to aomniuu the m i Jor, Charlie Brown turned to Ethel with an air o f great relief. “ Welt, 1 waa looking for a war. and I certainly picked out the right apot. didn't I?" he asked “ 1 suppose mistakes like this sre hound to happen. But haven't you pa pers to prove your Ideutlty?" she In quired. “ Oh. yes—yes! French passports, and an Kn~ltsh hat and English clothes! All I needed to really finish me was a Russian blouse." he said with a grin. "Seriously though,” be went on. “ I do want to thunk you.” He offered her his hnuil. “ It was nothing.’* she said, as she shook hands with him. Before the major arrived Ethel left hitn. after promising that she would not go so far uway that he might not call her In case he needed her assist ance again. The sight o f the fatherly appearing major, whose bearded face soon showed in the doorway, went far to restore Charlie’s equanimity. “ The spy —where Is the spy?” Major von Breuig asked the sergeant, who followed close at his heels. Charlie Brown did not wait for th® "noncom” to answer. He stepped for wnrd expectantly. "A re you Major von Rrenlg—nnd do you speak English?" he Inquired. "I am. and I do.” the officer said. Mr. Brown smiled at him wlnnlngly “ Fitzsimmons there has my pass ports.' he announced, polntlug to the lanky aergeaut. Major von Brenlg took the papers from the sergeant and looked them over. “ They seem to he In good order,” h® said—"vised by the American cuutuil In Paris." “ And here's a letter from the paper I work for." Charlie added, handing the major an envelope. The German officer merely looked nt the Imprint In one corner, lie did not even take the letter from the Ameri can. “ It’a a good newspaper. I've often rend It.” he remarked. And he re turned the passport to Its owner ' N on what Is the trouble?" he asked. “ These guys wore Just going to shoot me as an English spy ” Charlie In formed him. with an Indignant glance at the soldiers The major laughed In his face. “ You English?’’ lie cried "N o one but an American ever said 'gu y'!" H p appeared greatly amused. "1 am glad my men did not make the mistake of killing you.” he said pleasantly. “ You'vo nothing on me.” Charlie told hitn. “ You speak very good English," the \ merles n reinsrked generously, “ Why not?" the officer ssked. “ I spent three years at Columbia." Mr Brown's newspaper Instincts crowded to Hie front again. "By Jovo! You’re a German! You're in Hie army— you apeak Engllahl . , . It's too good a chance to miss! Ray. .an I Interview you?" Mu ior von Bri'n'g regarded him ®u rtniidy for a moment lie seemed to consider Hint the American would he a satisfactory person to talk to. for he said presently “ Ye* for I should like America to understand, to realize what Germany la fighting for." “ Fine!" Charlie exulted. “ Can Oer ninny win?" he demanded, looking up nt Major von Hreulg In his must pro fesslonal manner. " It I* Inevitable— there ts uo chance to fall." the officer replied. “ And what Is Germany going to gain from the war—If she wins?" "When she wins, you mean,“ the iua Jor corrected him atltlly. “ Well, wbeu she win*." Charlie cod ceded. "She will he the greatest power In the world!" "Except HR» United States!" Charlie Interposed. “ Do not let u* djacuas your ooun try. air! You are my guest." Charlie rose uud bowed to th# Oer mau. % “ I act you!” he said "Oh. Just • minute!" he added, since the major appeared to consider the Interview at nn end. "And what about England?" lie ssked. dropping Into the chair once more. That question waa one Hint Hie Oer mau officer was only too ready to take up. "What army has England?” And straightway he gave the answer *'*'ine! In only one thing la England our superior— In lie* ami Intrigues' There she has always been our master: hut she will not light. That la for France ami Russia lo do. Hut If the war last* they will grow weary of be lug the catupnw, . , . Englaud Is a fine example of your happy Ameri cau phrase, ‘ 10*1 George do It!* " “ And the French?” Charlie persisted "The French! For forty years they have been thinking of what some day they would do to Germany: and while they thought, we bnT® planned, we have worked—and now today we ar* ready—and they are not!" "You aeeru very confident." Fharlle told him. “ Why not? . . . For forty year* our men of hrulns have been planning a system -the most marvelous system In the world!" "What a pity It Isn’t devoted to pence Instend o f war," the American aald somewhat pensively. All the while, ns they talked, the l»ooui of Held guns In the distnme punctuated their sen tence*. "In the end It will he for pence.” Major von Hreulg sold gravely, “ the peace of the world. For this Is a Juaf w a r—and Justice must triumph.” “ Rut what o f these poor people— these noiimmhntnnts— who streamed through here a little while ago?” "It Is the hnhlt o f nn Invaded conn fry 'a proclaim the Invaders as bar barian»." the Teuton replied warmly. "But we Germans are not barbarian*. We are a simple people fighting only for our fatherland.” “ And Hie ruined towns destroyed homes—and civilians shot?” But Major von Brenlg bad always an answer ready. II® wits an honest man: and he was convinced of the Justice of the German cause. " I f we are fighting soldiers we treat them as soldiers." he pointed out. "But If men or women lurk behind closed shutters or on housetops to shoot our men we shall (turn the house ¡hey live III and If there Is resistance w e shall kill all those who resist If Is regret table. but we must stop guerrilla war fare. We must fight under Hie laws of civilization." Another roar as of distant thunder Interrupted Charlie Brown's next ques tion. "And you call that civilization?" h* demanded, while Hie windows of the Lion d'Or rattled under the shock of the distant cannonading. “ I do!" ••Lam your guest." Charlie said. Ro far as he was concerned. he I ad liranl enough. In fuel, he had li.*tir.J almost too much for his ow n peace of mind. "I think we'd bet'« not eontlnue tills discussion nr we might get Into an ar gument— and that wouldn't be diplo matic.” (TO RE CONTINUED.) Earachs. Dlp a piece of rottoli wool In swret oli. *tben luto hlm k pt-pper; putting CH APTER XVI. thla In tlic eur prove» u qui k retnedy. Ni**« Bleed. — Boll a pie«® o f soft Interviewing the Major. Th# sergeant saluted, clicked his pii per qui te hard nnd piu k hard Ixv spurs together, moved majestically to tween th® upper llp nnd Hi# gum, and a position In frost of the cigar esse, In a fuw minute* thè bh-ediug wlll and clicked his heels again. Judging atop. Honrseripss.— Beat th# whlte of aa by hla movements, one might almost limo and have supposed him to be some great egg, sud (II# Jlllc# o f a A teiispoonful mechanical dolt But Charlie Rrown sweeten wlth sugnr. waa quit* certain that he. for ooa. nt a tline. bad no drslre to play with him. Th# averng# height of the land at “ I feel much better now,” be told the Switzerland above th* sea levai la major. fwM. “ I can Imagine," the other said. 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