The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-05-09

He laughed heartily at this, and yet
[ thought it was a serious laugh. We
smoked and drank, and | feigned to
fall asleep as Lieutenant Brown took
out his supposed diary. He scrubbed
LAID the book down a moment to light
his pipe, and the draft between the
boards of the rude hut waited it upon
the litter at my feet. The Lieutenant
staggered, snatched up the book with
out noticing that the leaf was gone, and
departed. l hastily picked up the
note, and after much labor 1 read
Attack, followed up, must succeed
if made on Inkerman side at least,
that is the opinion of English-suggest
the first foggy morning Sunday.
"'Tis as l expected" [ gasped, 1.-THE
foreigner is a spy"
kept my own counsel. l knew, on
November fourth and fifth, | should be
on outpost duty, and what should
hinder me from capturing him? [ did
wrong in repeating the circumstance to
my superior officer.
The fourth of November came, and,
III the meantime, / had ordered my
servant to keep a strict watch on Lieut..
Brown. He reported that evening that
the foreigner was missing, and on in
qulry, this turned out to be true. L
still kept my own counsel, but as /
halted near rayine overlooking Sebas-
topol, | promised promotion to any
man who should capture any person
coming from the enemy's line, for |
! felt convinced the foreigner had gone
over and would probably return under
cover of night At midnight Sebasto-
pol was enveloped in dense fog. But
throughout that live-long night l was
on the alert, encouraging the guards
on my right to keep sharp eye and a
cutter ear on Sebastopol. 1t was near
the dawn when the bells in Sebastopol
commenced to ring. The men thought
they were the bells for church. This
continued for some time. [ applied
my ear to the ground. Could be mis-
taken? The sound of wheels, as if
muffled, caught my ear. Then the in
distinct tramp of numerous bodies of
men.
Before I had time to rise the report
of a musket from the outlying posts
startled me.
Another and another followed in
rapid succession, the outposts fell back
upon the rallying point [ had indicated,
and [ determined to show front.
Judge my surprise, when Russian Of
ticer, in dim outline, stood before me,
and in his rear were some half dozen
staff officers feeling their way. Some
thing was said in Russian, which did
not understand; but the voice, there
was no Disgusting that. 1t was the
foreigner My first intention was to
shoot him down. In an instant |
thought better of it. | fell upon him
and disarmed him. Two men bound
him, and in a whisper, [ gave him in
charge of a corporal and four men.
" Headquarters, [ whispered to
them, and they marched off with their
prisoner. Why speak of what followed?
Is not the story Of the battle of mixer
man and its results known to all?
On the same Sunday afternoon Lieu
tenant Brown, alias the foreigner, alias
Kirkoff-for it turned out he was a
Russian by birth-was tried by drum
head cOurt-martial.
At first he denied everything, but
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recapitulated what is already known,
and reproduced the slip from his note
book. His handwriting alone con
demned him. I was the chief witness.
And almost instantly he was ordered
then and there TO be hanged by the
neck.
He pleased to be shot But the
court scornfully rejected his appeal
He was flung off from a neighborine
tree on the heights of Inkerman. And
on his breast, III English and Russian
were written those brief but terrible
words-'THE FATE OF A SPY"