Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1906-05-18
Compiled by wmRMackrim.

wore the uniform of Prussian private
of cavalry-dark blue with red facings,
and a small, close-fltting 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 a packet of papers that We're in
his hand; his features relaxed in a
faint, sickly smile, and he saluted.
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, l still knew that some
where, and recently, had seen him in
utterly different surroundings. But
there was no time for thought where
is your Colonel-Griesman?" | asked
HE is not here. He has gone-north,
since daylight, after the spy
| | turned back and met Fleischmann.
"Mademoiselle Is not here" he said,
"nor is Griesman. We must follow
| them"
| At the outer door / spoke to a guard
who sat on a stone bench summing him
self: who is the man within?"
"He- is Colonel CHEESEMAN'S interpre-
ter" he replied.
HIS name!
Jacques Grevoir.''
"Ah, a Frenchman?"
mo, a Belgian"
1 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-Jaccues Grevoir. The name
the face, haunted me. Then I remem-
bered. Jacques, the servile garcon, at
the club! Why had seen him only the
night before / left Paris. And what
did he here? q CHEESEMAN'S interpreter,
Ell?
Before could pursue the peculiar sit
uation further we reached a fork of the
road and 4 stopped q in a quandary
Fleischmannbleft theI car to examine
for tracks. ID There swas no dearth of
these, burt theys covered either road
showing that horsemen had gone in
both directions
Fleischmann FASTENED 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 grim
smile; "but l will manage. You keep
ahead and will turn to the left. The
roads run parallel for some miles. If
you do not find her, cut across and
join me. If / do not will join you"
He swung to the saddle and rode off at
a smart gait.
At small village / obtained infor-
nation that party, in three carriages,
had passed at sunrise, followed a few
hours later by small body of cavalry.
So | pushed on, growing reckless in my
chase and running many risks on the
narrow, winding road.
At last came upon them at the lit
tie village of Vartoux. Eight horses
were picketed near a well. Close by six
troopers were lounging on the grass be-
meath a great tree, for the afternoon
was warm in spite of the lateness of
the season. Beyond them stood car
rage. / recognized the vehicle as
Aimee's, and hardly waiting for the
machine to stop,E rushed toward it..
There was no one inside. I 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
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