The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-09-18

sleuth hound. Even as he partook Of som,
slight r~eireshment. he piled his quest among
He could not get them to collect their scat.
tered wits until u postinan. an old soldier. nut
IN an appeagance. On him tho detective fas'
"Where is the house OF Hans Schwartz
Hans Schwartz. the inrmer1. Why. close to
the Bols des ORnons. know II too well, con-
found the place and Hans sShMySlrtz. too"
"A good mile from the village. and he had
more letters than ever man needed. who only
,,sayest. SO. Whence came these letters3"
Some from Metz. but most from Paris and
Have you served long in this district. post
Ever since the -war."
,'Ha, ha, Postmnster2 That's good. Who
am to be made a postmasterp Not that l am
FolIiet bent his piercing eyes upon the In
t%elligent face that smiled SO broadly ut the pre-
p""i Iisten. p sasEssn,Sn said the project of police.
Answer me fully and carefully. and you be-
come a Postmaster within a week. Take this
The simple-mlnded viilager gazed with
wonder ,upon the crumpled piece OF paper in
Bon vlerEel". he murmured. No wonder
men S OF say t;r, that e. a q war s does ,Ssn9 9 SS ,Fo,,,o, mn.
%S$aao% long has d HSRs fs sf lived a. in The;
Ael uNNA NlO hOOu
Not long; Eighteen months. perhaps"
farmer nrPm as Ss any @Sn Could iIRSGs se ss'o How HH h SS mn dc
land aR,rd ferh% WS,t he 6, sS!d some Of his birds"
Pigeons. He was q great pigeon flyer, was
Schwartz. He was constantly sending them
they !" we're SesrTesad addressed to 'C CRaions q" or Verdan or
Nancy, sometimes 70 Paris
Then r9i'' he lRa4n1s!SSsead d hls or0 ~ COURSE lSr e mi Il %onId
bly, bly, e{%sI En9}eeddott to Paris ? s So I they icy W were met at
.".fforsnrrc nHp Mi, p9estman'"
FRANCOIS. that Post Office OF yours is built.
We'll, let me see. 1t was only of late. that
e eS ma 81 msiRy lf ffSm pa Teey b S%m %iW IN dsff tSe
same writing from Berlin-a square hand.
y call you a gem. We're there any printed
addresses or seals on the enveloEes?"
only once. n long time ago. four MONTHS.
iett tsqS'' sc SSiae ffh TawheG s aHd a%of Dn R a Ss1I In
no TSRiIist l avg again IL p ssfribPjed n his
ters" and showed t t9 jNoir. saying:
D Pien en- Dieul The very words. You
wits; Wore you friendly with Hans schYqrtzi,,
the hill to his house.
Where is he now?"
We'll, his place was terribly damaged by
Col; !MLontsaloy during the great ride. but he
still lives there. unless he was driven out by
the battle to-day. For two hours some Ger
man guns were posted near the Bots des
will you guide me thither?"
The oddly assorted pair walked of. down
the street. They pass ed the village inn as
Vansittart stood at the open window to draw
a quiet breath of air before the council Of war
set t., its deliberations An absurd rumor had
travelled from the rear that he had been
wounded toward the close OF the days opera
tions, and he was now purposely showing
himself to all who passed.
Something in Folliet's manner impressed
him, and he sent hurriedly for Arizona Jim.
jim" he said, pointing to the fast walk
ing couple. "Folhet is on the trail. This
locality. is dangerous Just low. and | cannot
spare him. Follow him un%obtrusively and
take care of him."