Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-26

German the courtyard Immediately below my win
dow. had just time to recognize Nietzche of the
sublieutenants. He crossed the road and stood up
against of the poarded trees if hiding He was
spying on the sentry, common trick with German Of
fcers.
@But the sentry was well alive to his duty He came
back on his PATROL and passed the hidden officer without
apparently seeing him. The latter waited until the
trooper of sight He then emerged from his con-
ceamen and was in the act of recrossng the road when
l saw figure glide up him from behind. Just what
happened could only guess but saw the Pr1ssian
toss up his hands with gesture of agony. His knees
bent under him, and he collapsed dark heap on the
frozen earth The figure vanished swiftly as it had
appeared.
the commandant should know had been watching his
men at that hour of the night. drew back and closed
the dusty curtains.
THE alarm came five minutes later when the sentry
discharged his rife having found the body of the
officer. climbed into bed promptly. Those words,
One after the other, and you the ast kept surging
an the morning learned that the young hussar Of
cer had been killed by bayonet thrust through back
and breast.
3Ths was getting interesting, you will admit
Judged that the feelings of the commandant not of
the most pleasant made up my mind to stay in the
Chateau de Compegnade as long as might be permitted
for drama apparently being played right before
my eyes, and it would be good story to tell. On the
other hand the outraged Count might have had nothing
letter might have been in the nature of practical joke
played upon the commandant by of his subord-
mates. No doubt there two German haters
in the village quite capable of stalking the common
enemy, proud to pot Prussian in the dark.
"Dur1ng the greater part of the ensuing day the
Major and his two remaining officers in the village
where, understood, they were practically holding
court martial every peasant there, and institutng
most ngd and searching inquiries to where every
Crenchman had spent the previous night The task
nust have been easy enough for there were only very
WretChed Of whit
washed novels.
I FOUND piano in magnificent saloon and
playing it when Zimnsky came in toward evening
He dropped YEARLY sofa, which his Spurred
boots made jagged rents.
"'Wel, ami, and what have you been doing to-
day. he yawned.
"'Writng dispatches
4'In which you describe life in this dull placer
1t is not quite so dull: VIZ
~He WINGED, rather Let ME advise you not to hint
at things to the commandart He is frghtfully upset
this second affair All, that poor Nietzche! He
splendid fellow.
"And you think that this Count Raoul-'
Let drop the subject, he implored. L would
rather think about it. Are you dining with us?'
eff the Major will invite me-.
al will advise him to do He will be glad; for be-
tween ourselves, he will like to have company about him
just And what do you think? We found six cases
of champagne in hiding place under the stairway
"He was interrupted by the abrupt entry of Heseltne
That strange Englshman who had lost his spirits be-
he had lost girl seemed to be agitated of his
taciturnty He took my place at the piano. and began
to play the Chopin Funeral March. He played with
such intensity of feeling that Zimnsy and SPELL
bound. When he had finished and that last note which
is sob of anguish, had died away, he sprang up
excitement and said:
avon Arnhelm is searching the chateau from cellars
to gables. You had better come
W1E followed him. He spoke truly. The German
w commandant would not sit down to dinner before
the place had been ransacked and nook and
pred into 1t was of those old fortress chateaux of
cfi1 had