The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-02-11
CHUMS WITH SPY;
new YORKER HAS
NARROW ESCAPE
Correspondent Tells Of Thrilling
Adventure Gotham Man
Had in France.
DIDN'T KNOW HIS FRIEND
Saw Him Taken Out by the Troops
and Then Heard the Volley OF
Musketry That Ended
His Life.

Ch1caRO.-HerDerL corey, "liIh6
to the Daily News from London, tells
the following remarkable story: 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 l spend more time In
France looking for some one who can
talk the language than l do in look
ing at cathedrals."
Because of the war all the regular
walters have left the Hotel du Rim.
The regular walters talk English.
Martin saw a 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 people l
know-by sight Said he used to be
Diamond Jim Brady's special waiter.
l don't know. It's only what he told
me-"
So the ex-waiter at Martins inter
preted for the young New York man,
who in times of peace does nice
business in French perfumes and
mustache stiffeners Martin says that
If he had had good sense he would
have quit France when the trouble
first started. But he had always had
hankering for adventure that could
not be satisfied in the perfume trade.
So he began prospecting along the
line of hostihties, hoping to see some
real fighting.
"This ex-waiter gave M lot of
good dope" said Martin. HE and
kicked around together for day or
two. He said he was a Frenchman.
don't know. It's only what he told
me-"
Ex-Waiter Fails to Appear.
One day the ex-waiter did not ap-
pear. The next day Martin moved
on. For three weeks he managed to
get along, seeing good many things.
His papers were of the best quality.
They had been secured for him by
friends i'll the perfume line in Paris,
Then l was picked up by the
French hussars," said Martin. Il
didn't mind. / had been arrested so
often that I felt sort of peevish If
wasn't pinched occasionally. The
Frenchmen always turned me loose
They're a good sort"
koI~ ipfa bnhAzt
room of a little cottage near Amiens.
Just outside was an orchard. The
scent of the fruit rotting on the
ground filled the air. A sentry in
brilliant red pants stood ct the door
of the cottage filling the immature
mind of the young son of the cottage
with marvellous tales of war Martin
will never forget the round eyes OF
1.-THE youth as he gazed on the red
painted hero. The perfume salesman
was turned over to a young lieuten-
liant, who spoke good English.
you'll have to wait until the
;colonel talks with you," said the lieu
tenant. But do not fear. l will
make it all right
+; Martin didn't fear. He didn't know
that there was any reason for fear.
There he was-Martin, salesman OF
irreproachable antecedents-an ne
had been arrested so often that he re-
garded arrest as a part of the days
routine. He sat down and watched
with interest what was going on.
French officers Are Busy.
Maybe there were dozen French
officers there" said he, "all smoking
cigarettes and talking. l never did
hear so much talk. They all talked
at once. But it looked as though they
were getting things done, at that. Sol
diers would come in and report to the
colonel and talk to all the other off,
GERS. And all the other officers would
(: talk to them. By and by they got
!; their orders and went out. don't
/: know anything about soldering. but
(: could see that that little old cottage
(: was being run right"
!; Martin had cigars. So he and the
/: lieutenant sat in corner and smoked
! them. The lieutenant said he wasn't
anxious to bring Martin to the atten-
ton of the colonel until the cigars
were gone. No one paid any atten-
ton to them. There was no sugges-
ton of anything serious in the air.
The officers joked and laughed to-
gether
"All at once this ex-waiter from
Martins came in," said Martin. "A
soldier had him by each elbow. He
saluted the colonel He had never
SSld me that he had been soldier.
Martin planned to hail him when
he got the chance. But an instinct
of caution restrained him. Evidently
this ex-waiter was ''in bad" The ofi-
GERS were regarding him silently. BY
and by they began to talk again. First
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