Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-08-19

ID and the sights and ways
of cities, and he walked aimlessly
about the lighted thoroughfares Of the
capital with conscious pleasure In the
movement and color Of life. He let
his eyes follow the Washington monu.
ment's gray line starward. and he stop
ped to enjoy the high poised equestrian
statue of Sherman to which the starry
dusk gave something Of legendary and
old world charm.
Coming out upon Pennsylvania ave.
nue., lie strolled past the White House
and at the wide flung gates paused
while q carriage swept by him at the
driveway. he saw within the grim
face of Baron Won Marhof and uncon-
sciously lifted his hat. though the am
bassador was deep In thought and did
not see him. Armitage struck the
pavement smartly with his stick as he
walked slowly on, bordering, but he
was conscious q moment later that
some one was lettering persistently in
his wake. Armitage was at once on
the alert with all his faculties sharp
ened. he turned and gradually slack
ened his pace, and the person behind
him Immediately did likewise.
The sensation Of being followed Is
at first annoying. Then pleasant
zest creeps into it, and in Armttage's
case the reaction was immediate. he
was even amused to reflect that the
shadow had chosen for his exploit
what is probably the most conspicu-
Gus and the best guarded spot IN
America. 1t was not yet 10 o'clock,
but the streets were comparatively
free Of people. He slackened his pace
gradually and threw open his over
coat, for the night was warm, to give
an impression Of case, and when be
had reached the somber facade Of the
treasury building he paused and
studied 1t in the glare of the electric
lights as though he were chance
traveller taking preliminary view OF
the sights of the capital. A man still
fingered behind him. drawing nearer
now, at a moment when they had the
sidewalk. comparatively free to them
selves. The fellow was short, but of
scldferly erectness and even in his
lettering pace lifted his feet with the
quick recession Of the drilled man.
Armitaga walked to the corner of
Pennsylvania avenue and Fifteenth
street, then turned and retraced his
steps slowly past the treasury build,
ing. The man who had been following
faced about and walked slowly in the
opposite direction. and Armitage.
quickening his own pace, amused him.
self by logging the fellows steps
closely for twenty yards. then passed
him.
When he had gained the advantage
of few feet Armitage stopped sud.
denly and spoke to the man in the
casual tone he might have used in adj
dressing passing acquaintance.
"My friend" he said. there are two
policemen across the street II you
continue to follow me shall call their
attention to YOU
Pardon me-"
You are watching me, and the thing
won't do.''
Yes, I'm watching you, but
"But the thing won't do! II you are
hired
.'Nein! Nein! You do me a wrong,
SIR"
"Then if you are not hired you are
your own master, and you serve your
self i'll when you take the trouble to
follow me. Now I'm going to finish
my walk, and beg you to keep out of
my way. Thisiis not a place where
liberties may be infringed with i'm
punity. Good evening, sir!"
Armitage wheeled about sharply, and
as his face came into the full light of
the street lamps the stranger stared at
him intently.
Armitage was fumbling in his pock-
ct for coin, but this impertinence
caused him to change his mind. Two
policemen were walking slowly toward
them. and Armitage. annoyed by the
whole incident. walked quickly away.
: lie was not wholly at ease over the
meeting. The fact that Chauvenet had
SO promptly put a spy as we'll as the
Servian assassin on his trail quickened
his pulse with anger for an instant and
then sobered him.
He continued his walk and paused
presently before an array Of books In
a shop window. Then some one stop
ped at his side, and he lokoed up to
find the same man he had accosted at
the treasury building lifting his hat,
an American soldiers campaign hat
The fellow was an extreme blond, with
a smooth shaved. weather beaten face,
blue eyes and light hair.
pardon me. You are mistaken. l
am not spy. But 1t is wonderful; it
is quite wonderful
The mans face was alight with dis
covery, with an alert pleasure that
awaited recognition.
"My dear fellow, you really become
and Armitage again thrust
his hand into his trousers pocket. Il
should hate awfully to appeal to the
police, but you must not crowd me too
far
The man seemed moved by deep feel
ing, and his eyes we're bright with ex-
element. His hands clasped tightly
the railing that protected the glas.
window Of the bookshop. As Armhast