The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1873-01-18

| arrest held IN his f'ce, ard he beheid his be
loved heard. ''Ou; tres crd9, c est anoi. ApreS =
be cried, indignantly.
The officer vas still more indignant, and sale
In distinct tones, which were ineligible enough
this time: "YOu confess tn at you are the rufisr
Brultout. Well, then, rufi,n Brultout, YOU viii
be shot tO-morrow at day break"
In vain did Jones plead bis personal identity
| and declare that he had no connection with any
0thsr firm. and never heard the name of Brultou,
before. He was hidden to bold his tongue, hi.
arms were tied behind his back, he was pushed
down ON q mattress, u cloak was thrown over
hum, and they LETT him to reflect on his latter end
or 60 to sleep Ut bis choice.
1t requires very exceptional nerves or long
habit to be able to enjoy good MI hts repose
when you are going to be shot at day break, and
| il il not many people who get the chance OF
p:acticing often. Jones Was not coward, but
his rest was certainly broken. He thought OF
his wife and his children, and himself. Would
| his beard be properly trimmed before he was
| consigned to the grave? HIS morbid imagine
tion pictured that ornament in tangled, dirty
coalition. and he groansd aloud. Then his po-
! sition was uncomfortable, and the rope which
bound his arms hurt him, 50 that altogether he
had very bad time, and yet he would have
liked to protract it, when the drums outside
went rub, rub, r.r.r.r.:-rub. But his time had
come; he WAS made to get up, and was placed
in the midst of party Of soldiers whose chase.
pots looked more bloodthirsty than usual.
"CeSt uas erTeur. DE ne Suis pas Drultout; 10
suis JONES'" was the poor fellows last appeal
But the officer turned his back, shrugged his
shoulders, and said BAIL" and the party step
ped out into the gray, dusky daylight. They had
rot far to goodwin one street, through gate.
wy, sharp to the right iuro the mo,t beneath
the face of a redoubt. They placed him close
against the wall, and then, shaking off the misty
feeling of confusion and unreDhty VIII CHI had
stolen over his faculties, he appealed to the COR
poral of the party to send word of his death to
ais family in England, telling him that his nd.
dress would be found in the pocket-book which
had been taken from him. The corporal made
out his meaning, and promised.
They were proceeding to bindage his eyes,
when voice from the top of the ditch inquired
who was going to be executed.
"a famous Communist, Colonel replied tho
corporal He was captured last
mig t at the station"
Jones, looking up anxiously, saw grizzled
French officer Oh hor.eb back, and by his side, also
mounted, Il well knowL f4ce--tbat of Peters,
special correspondent of the London Morning
Ners to wit.
"Go on with your duty" said the Colonel. Il
wish we could shoot al the murderous dogs with
ons voley. You are in luck, friend Peters this
will do ctpitaly Tor one Of your graphic letters
II am, indeed" said the journ .lst, cheeriully.
"There no cicerOnc like you, Colonel"
"You cold.blooded brute!' shouted Jones, in
English. Think of the dinners We have eaten
together, Peters, aud put in word for fellow,
if you can."
why, who Is that 2" cried Peters. Don't
shoot, you others | say, Colonel, there is some
mistake here. Jones has nothing socialistic
about him but his beard. | have known him
from the cradle, and more harmless Innocent
never renowned raZUrs.
Tell him that love the French, except the
Communists, and that hate the Germans that
l have subscribed three times to the sick and
wounded fund.-" added Jones.
But these extra suggestions were needlers.
The Colonel had asked Peters to breakfast, and
was too polite to refuse his guest the life of
| perfectly Innocent friend and country man.
Jones WAS marched back the gendarme who
| arrested him sent for plantations were
| entered into. No doubt that the photograph re-
presented Jones 10 doubt that it was sold as
Brultout's-indeed. it had his name printed on
the back no doubt some one ought TO be shot,
Jones suggested the photographer as a fitting
victim, and b d he been handy it is quite posi-
Die that he might have met with the punish
| ment due to ohe who had played such scurvy
trick on III old and good customer to strike OF
copies of his negative and sell them as likenesse-
in Paris. and safe.
Jones was liberated, and got his luggage. He
likewise received an uvit ,tion to breakfast from
| the kind Colonel Peters was thoughtful on the
| occasion, and the compatriot whom he had been
the means of saving from conical bullets asked
him why.
''Of course old fellow, it's for the BEST he ex
pl4lned "but | so much wished 10 be present 1T
military execution, and cannot help feeling
~ Il,
| excellent copy"
"But surely the real story will do as we'll "
| suggested Jones.
| Peters shook his head "Some fellows moth
er.in.law has been iois.ed on the public in like
| manner for petroleuse, and he has written tc
complain OF it to all the papers. Ii told tn
simple truth about you, l should be accused o!
plagiarism, and my editor would say-Psters ii
loiing his originality; we must look about for
younger man No, l gave way to the moment.
impulse, and saved You. There Is no Use in re-
GREETING it," But he sighed
| SLANDER-If YOU find "A person Giro ulatin,