The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1913-07-03

and there closed, promptly, and in
most cases in ignominous tasnlon
And the worst of it is, there is no
halo of glory around his name after
ward. His enemies-that is to say,
the fighting men of the opposing force
regard him with contempt, al
though they probably employ spies of
their own; while those of his own
side quickly down him if he fails,
and spy who has been caught by the
enemy and executed may be said to
have failed completely. Under SUCH
circumstances very few men would
be found to take up the business were
it not for the fact that the pay is high
and in case of information of great
Importance being obtained, rich re-
wards will follow.
It was the money aspect of the bus
mess which appealed to Morris Tyler
and induced him to engage in the
work. He was a born spy. A good
linguist and cunning beyond belief.
He was never one to essay a danger
Gus task for the sheer excitement OF
it. He did not like taking risks,
though of course, he had to take them
occasionally, but always at the juno
lures he kept in mind the big pay
and extras. 1t needed these to tune
him up to concert pitch.
He was always cautious-and sue
cessful. Having found it advisable
to quit Europe for time, he made
his way to the South American repub-
lie of Caldera, which, at the date of
his arrival, was just in the throes OF
one of it's periodical revolutions.
He offered his services to the gov
ernment party at rate of pay some
what in excess of what he had been
receiving in Europe, and President
Blanco, having heard of him and find
ing that he could speak Spanish flu
emily, engaged him at once.
But in Caldera, Morris Tyler had
to work under new and unfamiliar
conditions. Hitherto, his spying had
been carried on during times of peace.
There had been no war in Europe
since he had come to the front. Now
he found himself in the thick of fight
ing of very savage character. When
the insurgents took any prisoners
they gave them the option of chang
in sided or being shot. But when the
government troops captured any reb-
els, they did not permit them any
choice. They were placed in a row
with their backs against wall and
promptly finished off by firing
party. BY the time he had been three
weeks at the great game" as played
In this explosive South American
state, Morris Tyler was inclined to
regret that he had not remained a
passive spectator of the revolution
instead of taking part in it. However,
he fortified his courage with the
thought of the pile of dollars he
would add to his banking account
when the fighting was over and the
rebels beaten. He had seen enough
to feel pretty certain they had no
real chance of winning. And so far
he had not encountered any special
danger as his cunning always enabled
him to evade it.
He had been sent for by Colonel
Voruba, the chief of the Intelligence
department, to whom he usually made
his reports.
. Some more work for you, Senor
Tyler observed the colonel cheer
fully, land it may be the last service
we shall require YOU to perform, for
the revolution must end soon. Still,
much will depend on the information
you are able to obtain for US.
Morris Tyler nodded, and waited
for his chief to go on.
THE rebels are massed in some
force on the hill of San Stefano," pur-
sued the colonel, where it seems
they are going to make a last des-
perate stand. They hold the old fort
up there. That much we know. But
we do not know the number of their
guns, nor how they are placed. 1t is
important that we have this informa-
ton before we storm their position,
and we look to you to obtain it for
u.s."
There was an aide-de-camp present
at this interview, an English soldier
of fortune named Berwick, who was
serving with the Calderan army. He
glanced curiously at Tyler as the lat
ter replied, with not quite his usual
confidence:
Can you give me any further par