Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-07-15


"Well, what are we to do with himiD Vo-
| lage demanded
lie Pottevin, who was getting sleepy, de-
clHred that the prisoner must be tired-pOor
| man. And, indeed, he did look wretched.
lying there IN heap, tied hand and foot
Voltage was overcome with maudiin pity for
him, and, removing his gag asked him how
be felt
I've had enough of this, God knows" he
groaned
This melted SorieuL He took off the cords,
assisted the old man to chair, and busted
, himself in making a new punch to comfort
him. The prisoner again relapsed into silence,
| hut he watched tho movements Of his cap.ors
with increasing interest. When the punch
WAS ready they gave him a glass, then they
all drank
The prisoner drank enough for a regiment
When his health was proposed, he insisted
on drinking 70 each Of the others in turn But
the liquor had no more effect on him than on
the punch bowl Sorieul was now in the last
stages, and after toasting our guest" for the
third time he Suhsded into his chair and
slipped thence to the floor, where his heavy
breathing soon announced that he had no
further interest in the proceedings Voltage,
u,
tiring to u lounge, was soon sleeping sOundly
lie Pottevin seemed surprised and hurt at this
lack Of courtesy ON the part of his friends,
and fell into a brown study, which, by gradual
but swift degrees, was TRANSFORMED INTO com.
plete oblivion. The old man was left alone
The bright sunlight pouring in through the
open window aroused IL Pottevn His head
was thrnbbing like steam engine Voltage,
stretched out uu the lounge, was a sorry
sight with his btNlraggled CuiraSSier's uniform
and bloodShot eyes. Sorieul, awake, too, had
not discarded his huSsars suit
Pulling himself together, Voltage looked
around for his clothes. The room was in a
terrible state, but he could find them no
where; nor Were they in the studio, so he re-
turned to ask Soreul where he had put them.
"Oh, bother your clothes said Sorieul; but
he sat up and Logan To gaze around the room.
81 don't know where your clothes ara. You
put them on that chair" Nevertheless he got
UP and assisted lie Pottevin and Voltage in
their search. But the Searrh was in vain; not
one Of them could find a vestige of the
clothes he had worn the evening before
We'll, that's queer, unused Sorieul "By
the way, what time did our friend the spy
leave YOU"
Voltage and lie Pottevin looked blankly at
one another.
why, don't know" he said at last. He
must have gone while we were asleep" And
he gazed ruefully at the clock on the mantel.
Halo, whats this he cried, suddenly, and
he took from the top of the clock a sheet of
paper ON which was hurriedly scrawled the
following:
GEMS OF THE Army: You are first rate
soldiers. The uniforms makes you look fine,
and you don't want never to wear nothing
else So, in cours,', you don't want your plain
close, whlGh is wore out some, anyhow. And
guess I'll just keep the little trinkets in the
pockets for suveneers. Yours gratefully,
THE Spy"
When they recovered from their amaze
ment, they Swore solemn oath that if they
ever met that spy again the sentence of the
court martial would be carried out instanter
But II never was.-Adapted for The Argo-
naut from the French of Guy de Maupassant