The copper era and Morenci leader. [volume] (Clifton, Ariz.) 1911-1929, 1915-01-15

days, the church and its steeple alone,
much to the surprise of the .inhabft-
ants, remaining untouched. &
The third night of the bombardment
French sentry saw light from one
of the small windows high up in the
steeple. The guard was called, and
three men sent into the tower, which
had seemed to bear a charmed life
There man was found. For three
days his lantern had served the Ger
mans, who trained their guns a few
points to the right and left of the
light, certain their shells would strike
the town. The spy was janitor of the
courthouse; had been for four years,
and confessed he was German, hav-
ing been sent to s. to report regu-
Iarly to the military authorities in
Berlin.
Spy Poses as Priest
Two sentrfes guard railway bridge
near A.. 1t is ten o'clock at night
The village is mile away. All day
trains loaded with British and French
troops have passed over the bridge.
A priest approaches the sentries, go
ing to the next village, he says, to give
the communion to dying farmer
Disregarding orders the sentries, good
Catholics, allow the priest to pass. He
disappears on the other side of the
bridge. Suddenly one Of the sentries
sees a flicker of light along the ground
so yards away A rush to. the spot
and the good priest is discovered
STOPPING at the base Of one of the
bridge arches. The stick of dyna-
mite on the ground and blackened
fuse in his hand leave no doubt as to
his intentions. The sentries did not
wait for court-martial, but executed
the priest on the spot Papers found
on him proved him to be a captain in
Hessian Hussars regiment.
In a trench near the Belgian border.
q few days ago. A jovial old chap. q
farmer, comes along with a basketful
of pears. The shooting has stopped
for an hour or SO, both sides needing
a rest after IL hours of uninterrupted
fighting. A number of farmers in the
region having refused to abandon their
homes, no one questions the farmers
presence among the troops, and his
basket is soon emptied. AS they are
given away the farmer is thanked all
around and is just leaving when he is
grabbed by the throat suddenly by
one of the troopers, who half chokes
his victim before shouting, Hes q
German. He was my boss in Paris"
And SO it was. For IL years Joseph
Habig had been chief accountant in
big Partisan wall paper factory. He
was German, every one knew 1t, but
he was good accountant. Under
him worked half a dozen young
Frenchmen. Two days before the dec
laration of war his consul had warned
him to leave ParisNand he had. His
knowledge of French had been used
by his officers when he joined the Ger
time he stayed.
The last is the best. In Paris last
month, at the war department offices.
officers hurry in and out, orderlies
pass like the wind, generals and their
STATS discuss the campaign in the
Railways, young artillery officer, lieu. $
tenant Of the general stan, according
to the insignia on his collar, walks up-
and down idly smoking. A captain
passes by, asks for a light for his
cigar, and remarks, Nice weather..
lieutenant" No answer. The cap
tain. surprised. repeats his remark
The lieutenant turns away. Angered
the superior officer goes after him
The other runs toward a door,
It's all over in a jiffy. Friend Lieu
tenant brought into a private ONCE,
answers questions with an over<the
Rhine accent, which is a trade mark.
He is lieutenant all right, but in
the Eleventh Bavarian regiment He
has made the French war ofice his
headquarters for over a week. Some
81 the Paris papers got hold OF the
story, which was. of course. cut out
BY the censor. -