Grand Forks daily herald., 1914-10-20
HARRY Martin N
NARROW ESCAPE
Friend a German. Spy, and
Life is Saved by Teuton's
Presence:of Mind.
:(By Herbert Corey. J


:(By Herbert Corey.)
London, Oct, 20.--Harry Martin
saw him first in the streets Of Amiens.
He says he couldn't. be mistaken.
you know me- said Martin. Il
haven't got enough French to get
through to 'poissons" on any table
d:hote bill. Il spend more. time in
france looking for some one who can
talk the language than do in look
Ing at cathedrals." ~
Because OF the war all. the regular
The regular walters talk English,
Martin saw q young man who. didn't
look precisely like Frenchman. So
he hailed him.
"He talked U. S." said Martin.
Regular New York. He told me
that for four years he waited on table
IN the old Martin place, at Twenty
sixth street. Knew a lot Of the peo-
pie knew-by sight: Said he used
waiter. l don't know. It's only what
he told me-. Ys I. ~
So the ex-waiter at Martins inter-
preted for the young New York. man,
who in times Of peace does a nice
business In French perfumes and
mustache stiffeners. Martin says. that
If he had had good sense he would
nave quit France when the trouble
first started, But he had always had
a hankering for. adventure that could
not be satisfied in the perfume trade.
So he began. projecting along the line
OF hosttltties. hoping to see some real
fighting.
This ex-waiter gave me a lot of
good dope" said. Martin. Tile and ]
kicked around together for q day or
two. He said he was q Frenchman.
l don't know. It's only what he told
me-"
Where Mystery Began.
One day the ex-waiter did not ap-
on. For three weeks he managed
to get along. seeing a good many
things. His papers were Of the best
quality. They had. been secured for
him by friends in the perfume line
Then I was picked UP by the
French hussars." said Martin. '.@I
didn't mind. Il had been arrested so
often that 1 felt sort of pesvish IL !
trenchmen always turned me loose.
They're a good sort"
Martin was taken into the best
room of little cottage near Amiens.
Just outside was an orchard. The
smell of the fruit rotting on the
ground filled the air. A sentry in
brilliant red pants stood at the door
of the cottage filing the immature
mind Of the young son of the cottager
will never forget the round eyes OF
the youth as he gazed on the red.
painted hero. The perfume salesman
was turned over to a young lieutenant
who spoke good English. 49,
You'll have to wait until thS& col.
onel talks with you," said the lieu.
tenant: But do. not fear. I will
make it all right"
Martin didn't fear. He didn't know
that tina there was any reason for fear
There he was-Martin, a salesman
he had been arrested so often that h,
regarded arrest as a part of the days
routine. He sat down and watched
with interest what was going on.
Maybe there were q dozen French
officers In there" said he. "all smok.
ing cigarettes and talking. I never
did hear SO much talk. They all
talked at once. But it looked as
though they were getting things done
liz
report to the colonel. and talk to al
the other officers. And all the other
officers would talk to them. BY and
by they got their orders and went out.
!. don't know anything about soldier
ing, but I could see that that little
old cottage was being run right"
Then the Waiter.
Martin had cigars. So he and the
lieutenant sat in corner and smoked
them. The lieutenant said he WASH t
anxious to bring Martin to the atten-
tion of the colonel until the cigars
were gone. No one paid any attention
anything serious in the air. The off,
GERS joked and laughed together.
"All at once this ex-waiter from
Martins came in,' said Marin. ga
soldier had him by each elbow. He
saluted the colonel. He had never
told me that he had been a soldier. y
Martin planned to hail him when he
got the chance. But an instinct OF
caution restrained him. Evidently
ticers were regarding him silently
BY and by they began to talk again
First the soldiers who held the ex.
waiter told a story, and passed :
packet of papers over to the colonel
The colonel asked him some ques.
tfons." said Martin. land then Other
officers talked to him. They all seem
ed friendly enough. No one mad
any fuss. He answered some ques
tions and some he didn't. BY ant
|rby he asked for a cigarette and tht
lieutenant who had me handed, him
one. They bowed and smiled at eacf
other"
The other officers talked to eact
other: Evidently they were not talk.
ing about the ex-waiter. The colone
sat pulling at his thumb size goatee
Martins lieutenant took another o,
Martins cigars and complimenteG
him on them. The ex-waiter looked
around the room for the first time
Martin caught his eye and grinned
The ex-waiter looked him in the eyt
| and turned away
Well said Martin to himself
that's a dickens Of note.''
And Then
The colonel took another cigarett,
from his dwindling case. The ofiicer,