Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-05-06

laughed at this fallacy, and was ever
sceptical upon this point afterward.
"Sorry to hear it," I replied. Then
I added, with q searching glance,
"What do you think of this spy AFFAIR."
cts right enough, Captain Wood, I
saw the fellow myself, yesterday night,
enter the Russian lines. [ could have
sworn the rascal had stolen my seal
skin jacket.
"Did he ?" said I, with faint touch
of sarcasm.
He pretended to laugh heartily at
this; but there was CLEAN in his
cruel eyes, and [ saw it instantly cank-
cred in his bosom. He proposed some
grog, and between us we got slightly
elevated. The subject of our CONVEX
sation was that if the Russians some
fine morning made grand attack near
the Inkerman heights, it was probable
the allies would be swept into the sea;
this was discussed, pro and con, in our
camp, and now [ meant to hear Lieut..
Brawn's opinion upon it.
Monstrous /" said he. "Have we
not got the finest troops in the world
our foot guards-located there ?"
"Look here, Brown, [ know and so
do you-in fact, it is transparent to
everybody, except those at headouar-
ters-that if the enemy during snow
storm, or q foggy morning, say, crept
up from Sebastopol and fell upon our
pickets before the alarm could be
given, they could carry everything be-
fore them
He laughed heartily at this, and YET
I 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
some words in it upon loose leaf, then
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
departed. I hastily picked up the
note, and after much labor I 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 [ expected, [ gasped, "the
foreigner is a spy"
kept my own counsel. [ 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,
in the meantime, I had ordered my
servant to keep strict watch on Lieut..
Brown. He reported that evening that
the foreigner was missing, and on in
quiry, this turned out to be true.
still kept my own counsel, but as l
halted near ravine overlooking Sebas-
topol, I 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 hve-long night | was
on the alert, encouraging the guards
on my right to keep a sharp eye and &
cutter ear on Sebastopol It was neal
the dawn when the oells 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 il
muffied, caught my ear. Then the in
distinct tramp of numerous bodies Of
men.
Before [ had time to rise, the report
of mUsket from the outlying posts
startled me.
Another and another followed il
rapid succession, the outposts fell back
upon the rallying point [ had indicated
and [ determined to show front
Judge my surprise, when Russian of.
fcer, 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. It 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 it's 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
afterward made a full confession. [
recapitulated what is already known,
and reproduced the slip from his note
book. His handwriting alone con-
demned him. [ 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 neighboring
tree on the heights of Inkerman. And
on his breast, in English and Russian
we're written those brief but terrible
wOrds-''THE FATE OF A SPY"
A Jade-StOne.