Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-09-12

1t will be good warning TO the 9th
ers.' he added grfmly
The Belgian innkeeoer stared at him
as if In a trance.
Before God, / am innocent.' he as
serted.
The callous Streetman paid not the
slightest heed to his denials. In a most
brisk and businesslike manner he COM
manded the corporal to call in the
guard and make ready firing squad
against the wall outside" he said.
Then little Jeanne Christophe opened
one o the doors timidly Some errand
had necessitated her entering the room.
And when she saw her fathers ashen
face 1t needed little intuition to tell her
that there was some tragedy impend-
ing. With low cry she sprang to her
fathers side
My father-my father-what is it?"
she asked him.
h is a spy" Streetman said con-
temptuousIy.
mon, non, m'sieuw she cried.
wait! Come herew he or
dered her roughly. And Henri Chris
tophe whispered to her to obey. "You
have seen that telephone before?
Streetman Inquired. Already the cor
poral had returned with four men,
bearing rifles.
mo. no! Never in all nv lifew the
girl walled.
Your father hid it there" he in
sisted.
Non. non, m sieur' she said with all
the vehemence she could muster.
Enough of talkingr' Streetman said
with cruel glance at her white face,
Take him outr' he ordered the cor
poral.
For one brief moment father and
daughter clasped each other in a last
embrace.
1T is the end. my little Jeanne!
Good-by! Pray for mer' Henri Chris
tophe said brokenly. And in that in
slant new dignity came to him-a
dignity such as must have clothed the
ancient martyrs. or that later tragic
flgure, for whom his own daughter was
named-Jeanne d'Arc-when the su-
preme summons overlook them. at is
all over, ma petite" he repeated. And
then he drew himself up to his fullest
height and looked at his unyielding
Judge unfiinchingly. Il am innocent,
m'sieup' he said.
Those were the last words that Henri
Christophe spoke.
Henry Streetman made a gesture of
Impotence. The scene bored him.
Jeanne Christophe burst into a wild
torrent of words. Alternately she ID
dressed Streetman and her father.
mo, no, mop she shrieked, as if she
could not have that frightful thing
that Observation-Disclosures. "Oh, m'sieu.
For the love of God! MY ia
Their l pray you. No,
no! He is my father. love
thee, l love theew she sobbed. 5.
"Oh, m'sieu-I beg you"
Take him outp' That was Street
mans only answer
Little Jeanne would not leave her ia
theirs side. AS they dragged Henri
Christophe from the room she still
chung to him. And still she shrieked:
For the love of God! No, no! Oh,
papa, oh, papai l love thee. :"
Major Won Brenig looked inquiringIy
at his colleague from the Wilhelm
strasse.
''You wanted me, captain?' he asked.
"The proprietor here is spy" Street
man said
"Christophe-a spy? Are you sure?"
Absolutely surew Streetman re-
Piled. This telephone leads to the
French. And l have settled the affair"
Even as he spoke a scream from out
side reached their ears-a woman's
scream. And Immediately there fol-
lowed the sound of a volley.
, Major Won Brenig turned his head
and listened.
"Ah. mon perez 1t was Jeanne
Christophe sobbing.
Already she had flung herself upon
her fathers riddled body.
Major Won Brenig cast a reproving
glance at his naughty fellow officer.
Good God-so soon? Without in