The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1908-06-04
CONTINUED from last Issue.)
CHAPTER
Barred by Bayonets.

definite idea as to what method he
should pursue, Guy Hitler landed in
Montreal. His first effc"t was to gain
Of the embargo viii, \ had been placed
on travellers between the too coun-
tries, after which he lost no time In
personally studying the habits OF the
border camps. Long residence in
America had lessened the broadness
Of his AS. and with little practice his
RS were almost those Of the aver
age New Yorker.
The mesger information he sue
ceeded In gathering was not alto
gether trustworthy, as he was soon to
learn. He had been told that certain
Americans. in Canada at the time the
line of blue was drawn, were per
mitted to pass, and thus regain their
homes, and on this he based his first
sally. There was no trouble whatever
In gaining the encampments nor in
interviewing the officers In command
Of that section of the defense. A
smart-appearing sentry passed him
on duty, who conducted him TO one Of
the regulation tents which dotted the
hillside back OF the line.
On the orderly's presenting his card.
voice from within hailed: "Come
I'M" and he entered the little house Of
canvas TO find three officers engaged
In some game Of cards which he did
not understand.
What can do for your" the COM
mander inquired. rising from his camp
stool and still holding the visitors
card in his hand.
lier replied.
The officer laughed and shook his
head. I'm sorry, sir, but We have
had as high as 100 applications of this
nature In one day, and my orders for
bid my acceding to any such re-
quest"
But you pass Americans. do you
not?"
Again the offlcer smiled tolerantly,
replying with good nature: Not I'M
der conditions like these. We have no
choice in the matter. II you are an
American, l thoroughly appreciate
your anxiety to go home; but | cannot
help you"
1t began to look less easy. is there
no way at all?" asked Hitler.
my dear sir" the officer answered,
the prophet Moses leading his band
| across the Red sea had an easier trip
than you could make through our
lines
For a moment the courier lost pa
thence, and then as last resort he de-
cided TO make a clean breast OF his
errand. Colonel" he said. Il am not
| an American: ! am the secretary OF
the British embassy In Washington
or was up TO the time OF this war
| come as a special messenger from
| my country. bearing important dis
patches, which | am TO deliver only
into the hands of mis- excellency, the
president of the United States. The
accomplishment OF my mission may
have a grave bearing on this conflict,
| and 1t possibly may prevent blood
shed"
The colonel turned to one side and
threw down the playing cards which
he had been holding before making
any reply. His companions looked
| highly interested; but their faces gave
no hope.
least 20 men before me with similar
| important messages, many OF whom
| have come direct from other foreign
| powers. The first Of these took from
them and sent forward by special
| couriers OF my own. In each case
was given a reprimand. Come here"
he said, and preceded Hitler out into
the open. where bulletin board was
| nailed against a tree. In the very
| center of a collection Of orders pasted
thereon was one which read:
General Order No. 27,0O7: Order
No 5000. which was delivered TO all
officers, bulletined and read to all
men, permits Of no mobilization what
| ever 1t read: No man shall pass
| through the lines. either In or out
and under no circumstances shall any
communication be passed. either In or
out, save on the written permit duly
sealed and signed by the president Of
| the United States"
rs that emphatic enough" he
asked. turning to Hitler, who re-
1 luctantly admitted that 1t allowed of
no misinterpretation.
But" said the latter half jokingly.
suppose make run for it?"
in that case. Mr.. Hitler" the Off
Ger answered gravely, my men would
unhesitatingly drill you full OF holes.
and | should be sorry to see a man
\ whom take to be gentleman make
such an attempt. This may look like
play; but underneath gloved hands
along this border are the claws of war.
Don't. please. make me unsheath
them!"
The secretary. baffied. declined the
prefer OF a drink, and was promptly
escorted back across the Canadian
y lines; but on the way he made new
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