The La Jara chronicle., 1906-05-18
FROM NOTESAND OBSERVATIONS
by m,RMackrill.

wore the uniform of a PruSSian private
of cavalry-dark blue with red facings
and a small, close-fitting shake with
red pompon. But what struck me was
| his attitude of terrified surprise, the
| whiteness of his face. the stare of his
small eyes. He thrust into his inner
pocket packet of papers that Were in
| his hand; his features relaxed in a
| faint. sckly smile, and he saiuted.
| Monsieur startled me- he said. in
| bourgeois French. Il am arranging
these papers which have been left be-
hind"
Disguised as he was, and with that
| guilty look, 1 still knew that some
where, and recently, l had seen him in
utterly different surroundings. But
| there was no time for thought Where
! is your Colonel-Griesman?" l asked.
He is not here. He has gone-north,
since daylight. after the spy" ~,
l turned back and met Fleischmann.
'Mademoiselle is not here he said,
nor is Griesman. We must follow
them"
At the outer door l spoke to a guard
who sat on a stone bench summing him
self: who is the man Within"
He is Colonel Griesmans interpre-
ter he replied.
His name2"
Jacques Grevoir.'
"Ah, a Frenchman?"
No, a Belgian"
l hurried down the steps. Fleisch-
mann was already in the car. ITO the
north" he said, as l took my seat
And to the north we went on the wing
Grevoir-Jacques Grevoir. The name,
the face, haunted me. Then l remem-
bered. Jacques, the scrvile garcon, at
the club! Why / had seen him only the
night before l left Paris. And what
did he here? Griesman's Interpreter,
eh?
Before l could pursue the peculiar sit
uation further We reached fork of the
road and stopped in n quandary.
Fleischmann left the car to examine
for tracks. There was no dearth of
these, but they covered either road,
showing that horsemen had gone in
both directions.
F'leischmann hastened to a small
farm house near by, and returned lead
ing sorry-looking plough horse.
"'Tis no great affair compared with
your iron steed," he said, with a grim
smile; but / will manage. You keep
ahead and l will turn to the left The
roads run parallel for some miles. If
you do not find her, cut across and
join me. II l do not / will join you. ="
He swung to the saddle and rode off at
a smart gait
At a small village / obtained infor-
nation that n party, in three carriages,
had passed at sunrise, followed few
hours later by a small body OF cavalry.
So | pushed on. growing reckless in my
chase and running many risks on the
narrow. winding road.
At last l came upon them at the lit
tie village of VartouX. Eight horses
We're picketed near a well. Close by six
troopers were lounging on the grass be-
meath n great tree, for the afternoon
was warm in spite of the lateness of
the season. Beyond them stood a car
riage. l recognized the vehicle as
Aimee's. and hardly waiting for the
machine to stop, rushed toward it.
There was no one inside. | turned to
the soldiers.
Where is your Colonel?'
One of them saluted with scant re-
spect, and pointed to low, stone inn,
twenty rods up the road. Thither l
FASTENED. my heart beating fast with
anger and hope and fear.
The room was long with low ceilings
and somewhat dark. on one side
stretched a row of small tables, at one