New-York tribune., 1916-11-26
A Story of a
Spy
Continued from Page SeUen
The moon stood far over the wood.

runs right through the middle Of the FIR voo5
the major called halt The soldiers silent,
crouched behind the underbrush and loassI
the magazines Of their rifles. Machine yu,,
we're put into position
Then suddenly on the left flank shots u,,.
heard. They sounded sharp and clear thrc,
the winter night.
Engelbert was startled and began to trer.
bic violently. 1t was a different sort of e.,.
ter. he thought, than that which was made h.
fowling pieces.
He tried to hide himself in the snow
Now there is a rattle Of musketry.far 70 N,
front Shot after shot echoes through n.
night Invisible bullets hiss by. Twigs and
branches crackle. The gray soldiers lie quie,
in their cover. They make no sound. On n,
Marne and in Champagne they have fougk,
the French, and with the English sharpshoot
ers in Flanders, for days and weeks. WIN
should they fear the Russians?
Now firing begins on the right flank.
Engelbert is amazed. The quiet Of the mca
in gray is beyond his comprehension.
Something rustles over there in the wood
The dry branches cracke. In thick, gray
masses the Russians push forward seeking III,
highroad-without a suspicion.
Five hundred metres.
Four hundred metres.
Engelbert trembles all over. His eyes burn
His pulse dances His mouth is parched. No
one thinks of him; no one pays the slightest
attention to him. Everything is icy calm
stern determination, iron will.
Two hundred metres
One hundred and fifty metres.
A whistle blows.
Then the bullets rattle and patter crack and
crash, whistle and sing and hiss-without
break without pause.
The mass starts, halts, pushes back, shovs
and is showed. No leader steps forward, no
determined man. 1t is only a mass; nothing
but disorganized, pitiable mass
Silently the Germans do their work. Calmly
they fire and reload.
A young lieutenant springs from the ground
His sword leaps from the scabbard. II fashe
through the night.
ITO the attack! Get up! March, March
They jump from their cover and dash for.
ward. No one takes any heed Of wounds or
death.
Yelling, painting, hurrahing, iaughinL
shrieking, dying.
Then it settles down TO silent, bitter fight
With boodshot eyes the two opponents meet.
They claw and bite till one or the other yields
The struggle oscillates TO and fro. The Rus
slams resist with the strength that is born OF
despair, for they are ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS IN
the very trap. which they expected to spring.
Wedged in their midst, Bronisch walls and
raves. His clothes hang from him in tatters.
They club him to death with their muskes
butts for they think that he has betrayed
them. The two wood-choppers are covered
with their own blood.
The German troops trample down the trait.
ors and their executioners. But the battle
still RACES.
AS the day dawns the resistance Of the m
vaders is broken. The Russians have all either
been killed or taken prisoner.
Engebert squats on his fathers body and
gazes with horror into the open eyes, in which
the rising suns pale rays are reflected. All al
once everything becomes clear TO him. Shuo'
derng, he hides his face on the dead mans
breast But no tears come to his eyes.
He no longer thinks of the fact that his
father had served term in prison, that be
was a traitor to his country. 1t no longer
counts with him that his fathers crime drove
his mother to death. He thinks only Of the
fact that the man lying there is his fsther'
whom he was bound to honor, according TO me
commandment which the pastor had taugn'
him. And he had betrayed him. he had been
guilty of his fathers death.
He draws off his coat and puts it over the
fathers face, over the naked, bleeding breast
His lips murmur some broken prayers, and ne
thinks regretfully of little Mariele. 1t was
her father whom he had meant to inform
against.
Tomorrow will go to her and ask her fo''
giveness," he thinks. Or, better yet, when
had rested up little. He was so tired,
hungry.
If the pastor were only here, so that
could tell him everythingl But the pastor
had gone away. and had wanted to take Enge'
bert along If he had only gone along!
He leaned on the tree stump near his desa
father whose body was already frozen. IL"
eyeids closed. He felt quite cheerful ana 40
longer tired. The snow seemed to give for'n
a sound like that of silvery bells, sweet ano
soothing. Everything was so clear and brign"
The German troops push forward. By un'
firing attacks they throw back the Russian re.
Inducements. A ring, splitting fire, is fcrge'
about the enemy.
Late that afternoon the Germans hnd IN
Rronisrh's cellar az the inn a telephone IN