The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1916-10-13

Juol Httle nOTe DeHeuceuCe tndu IL
had over the rest of the world. For
Belgium, fortunately, there was no
dread Of war. Secure in the conviction
that she had no enemies, her people
went about their affairs with the same
light-hearted content that they had
come to regard, through the years, as
their natural heritage.
"Voila, messieursw the inns sole
waiter, Louis, exclaimed as he laid up
on the table the change that was due
the two guests. And Behold, gentle
mem" he, repeated in quite the grand
manner as he placed before them two
liquor glasses filled with an amber
ambrosia.
The players thanked him. And in
that moment one of them brought the
game to a swift termination by the
execution Of n mastery move toward
which he had long been maneuvering.
The two peasants tossed off their
cordials then. They had already risen
from their chairs when the innkeeper
himself, one Henri Chrstophe, entered.
you're going aready?" he ex.
claimed, reluctant to see good custom
ers leaving. 1T is not late
"My wife expects me-" one Of them
replied with humorous grimace. You
understands"
"Mais oui! comprehend perfectly"
Christophe answered. He knew the
| fellows wife-a somewhat tempera-
mental woman, with a sharp tongue.
And he had no wish to bring down an
hosiery. SO he babe his departing
! guests good-by.
AS they passed through the open
doorway, chattering. he turned to an
other man who sat in a corner of the
room reading newspaper. He was q
ger to the innkeeper.
Something for monsieur?" Henri
Christophe inquired pleasantly.
"Not now! After little while. per-
haps,' the stranger replied, and re-
turned to his reading of his newspaper.
He had just lighted cigarette and
had filled his lungs with the first salts
flying puff when newcomer strobe
through the doorway. This latest ar
rival wore cap and long, linen
buster. And there was something in
his aspect that did not wholly please
the little man at the table, as he cast
a quick, sidewise glance at the tall in.
truder. Perhaps it was the small, Teu-
ton mustache that adorned the upper
| lip Of the tall man in the dustcoat. At
all events, the Frenchman's eyes mar
rowed TO two Sits. And though he
seemed rapt in his paper he neverthe.
less watched every move that the other
made.
The tall man paused for a moment
at the cigar case that stood just inside
| the outer door: and drawing pipe
from his pocket he filed and lighted it.
Then he crossed the room and looked
down at its other occupant.
''Do you speak English?" he in
CURED.
The man told him that he could.
Can you tell me how far it is to
Tourville?" Larry Redmond asked.
The tall man was no other than the
Irish captain
Ten miles" the Frenchman replied
promptly.
Exactly" Larry questioned.
There was a slight yet still notice
at him searchingly.
Exactly" he said with a peculiar
emphasis on the word.
Exactly" Larry said once more.
And when the wiry Frenchman sprang
up from his seat and looked signif-
cantly into his eyes Captain Redmond
no longer doubted that they understood
each other. You have the password"
he whispered.
Exactly the other repeated
finally.
"You have been waiting long, my
friend 2" Larry asked him.
"You were expected yesterday" his
confederate replied.
II could not leave then. 1t is busy
back there inside their lines" Captain
Redmond explained.
His fellow spy started at that. And
he looked ut him with undisguised sur
prise.
'You have been with the German
| army?" he exclaimed, as if the feat
were scarcely to be believed.
'No, not yet! But tonight shall be
| in the German army. | must join my
| regiment at once" He pulled aside
| his buster, revealing the fact that he
was already in the German uniform,
The long linen coat effectually con-
cealed his dress, for there was nothing
about his leather puttees to betray it
IL shall be captain-Captoin Karl"
Larry continued
The Frenchman regarded him
soberly.
Here in that uniform, IL Is danger
Gus work, Captain Redmond" he re-
minded him.