Connecticut western news., 1874-06-05
THE FATE OF THE SPY.

A OuAuOuo SA40AC0 1CASu0O OFSE OO- bastopol. Not gun or screetching shell disturbed the painful silence, which, to imaginative minds, produced feeling of uneasiness and awe. I, only a captain, was on outpost duty, with revolver in hand, ready for any emergency. Cautioning my men to re- port the most trivial stir that might catch their ears, ordered them to lie down under cover of some thorny shrubs.
 After some time was in tho act of rising from my concealed position, when mufled footstep caught my ear. I knew not why, but the blood rushed impetuorsly through my veins. Glancing over my shoulder. the figure of man rose mysteriously before me. He was mufled to the chin over his shoulder was white something, which, in my hurried glance, 1 took to be the skin of some animal. Evidently who- ever this petsonage was he had not dis covered me. His steps Wefe bent toward Sebastopol.
 "Lord above P I mentally gasped, "what if this wretch should be one of those systematic spies, which are to be found in all armies"
 My forefnger instinctive1y sought the trigger of my revolver. One course 1 was determined 1poh, at all haEards, this mysterious figure should not escape me. On it came gliding, so to say, more like the movement of 8 ser pent than a man. Showing as it was, and with the shadows of night falling fast and thick, there was something which struck me that I had seen this ghost-like parsonage before. But where? That was question that at that moment was most difficult to solve. Gradually I rose from behind thorny shrub, and confronted the intruder with my revolver.
 "Who comes there?" said I, ener- getically.
 A perceptible stare warned me that at last I confronted spy.
 "Move 8 hairs breadth" said I, {" and you are dead man"
 There was sudden gleam of dull moonlight, and in my turn started. The face, though partially concealed, was fsmiliar.
 "Great heavens 1" I exclaimed, "Brown of ours"
 Ere I could rightly recover, the fig ure glided past me. fired, and called loudly upon the outposts to shoot him down.
 Crack crack went the rifles.
 "Escaped us" l muttered, grinding my teeth.
 "And gone right into sebastopol, i" growled the sergeant.
 ssListen," said I. For Russian sentinel that moment demanded a field cry or password. In vain we stretched our ears to catch a reply; naught but the icy wind mocked us. returned to nay hiding place full of thoughts, full of suspicious.
 "Could it be possible" asked my self, "that the figure was Lieutenant Brown?" They were certainly the bushy whiskers, the full diabolical face and the thick figure. Lieutenant Brown, as knew well, was no favorite in ours. He went by the cognomen of foreigner, yet he distinctly avowed that he was English to the back bone.
 I remembered then that Lieutenant Brown was clever at sketching. I also had seen him take notes, which play fully alluded to at the time, and in re- sponse he informed meat dear rela- tives' request-he kept 8 diary. It was certainly strange. A multiplicity of little occurrences rose up before me re- specting our foreigner. His absorbing interest respecting any intended attack. Ills studious silence before others re- specting the disasters of the Russians, and when in my hut, his eager inquirise as to how, and why, and the wherefore of every trivial detail which occurred in the camp.
 The commanders of the English and the French forces never rightly caught the Russians asleep; in sorties, in open attacks, they were always seemingly prepared. This was mortifying. Ger tainly some of our men had deserted to the enemy, but this soon died out, owing to the cruel treatment which
 waited them. That there was spy, who could pass the English and French lines adlibitum, I did not for an instant doubt.
 "At all events," said I, half loud, s' if it be this foreigner he must re- turn," and the bare thought was in- tensely delicious.
 '' There," hoarsely shouted one of the outlying pickets,- as he brought down his rife to the charge. ''Stand The password"
 This challenge sent the blood gal1op- ing madly through me. "Now for the mystery" thought I, and my finger pressed determinedly on the trigger of my revolver, as I crept up from whence the sound proceeded. ...- ....
 "All's we'll, General" I heard the sentry say, who shouldered his rifle and stood firm. For on outpost duty all compliments, such as presenting arms and saluting. are totally ignored; "Ah, Captain Wood, I believe" said