New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-04-08
"THE BRITISH GRENADE
Woes of a Self-NIadc Suspect
Continued from Page Tjro

thing a really clever spy Noulu w ''''
was nothing if not really clever spy
None of your bungling Jobs for me- Aou
see. was beginning to doubt in my own
mind lust whether or not my errand
there ras honorable might really be
a German spy and my name might be
Kalter Aufschnitt. Stranger things
than that have happened.
In this state of mind every one seemed
to be suspicious of me. The little boys
who were constantly running away from
their mothers in an attempt to be first
ND the steps made detOur when they
came TO me as if | were the Superln-
tendent of Schools. Pleasant-faced la
dies looked askanCc at me as | passed
and strong men appeared as If they
we're about to do what was expected OF
them in the way Of weeping. | was
clearly under a cloud. Even the God
dess of Liberty, whenever | dared look
I'D at her, seemed to be regarding me
with an official disfavor, as If she were
about to climb down and look into this
matter for herself, once and for all.
So I ASSOCIATED myself from the pill
crims and ambled down to the dock
again. A pile of boxes had just been
brought ashore and was being loaded
into truck.
"Ammunition,' I thought, and backed
away. You never can tell about these
men whose Job it is to fling boxes about
They get careless III time.
And then | happened to see the label
on one of them. 1t said Twelve dozen
cans mulligatawny soup.
That struck me as being funny.
was in pretty nervous state by that
time and anything short OF being shot
at sunrise would seem funny to me. so
! thought I'd use it in my story. And
cot out my wad of copy paper and Jot-
led down the spelling Of "mulligatawny.'
Then | looked up and saw the second
soldier. the one who had Joined the
other lust in time to see me do my little
peering act around the corner. He had
no faith in me, that was plain. lie
simply stood there, looking in very
unpleasant way, while | put my pencil
down inside my waistcOat, instead OF IN
my pocket. and carefully and with great
precision folded my papers INTO a wac
as if | were about to swallow then
rather than be caught with them on me
Visiting here" he asked, grimly.
And now comes a point that | Woulo
like to have some alenist clear up fol
me. | am an American born and bred
and know the language enough to IND
\ nv way about and to order simple
! meal and yet, in answer to this ques-
= ton of whether or not | was visiting
the island, / said "Ya!
1t NAV be my slipshod method of
pronunciation. The American youth OF
ten says "Ya" for Yes But | had
never noticed before its close euphonic
relation to the undeniably TeutOn ia.
noticed it at once now however, and
quickly corrected it to a distinct and
sibilant Yes Which may or may not
have helped matters. | didn't wait.
The whistle ON the steamer an
nounced that it, for one. was going
back to New York. New York! How
the very name thrilled me- 1t would
be springtime in New York now, and
the little parks would be full of GRO
cuses and the trees lined with the re-
surgent colors of the Youth of the year,
and as one looked up the Avenue on
sunny afternoon one could see the little
patch of blue sky and green trees at the
end of the vista of gay cOlOrs, as an
earnest that, for those who should walk
up that far, the park, with its earthly
bride-paths and fresh, green odors. was
waiting. Springtime in New York.
How cold Bedloe's Island seemed, how
inhospitable.
And so. seized with desire to be
back and live again in the generous
springtime of the metropolis. turned
and ran for the boat. | realized that |
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