The Tomahawk., 1917-04-19

shoe. can order fresh court'mar-
tial if I have new evidence, no mat
ter what the telegram DEGREES. The
law of war permits that. You are no
SPY, Doctor. Explain! You who were
mute during your triaD-would spy
remain mute in the face of death?
Emmanuel stretched out one hand
over the General in an attitude OF
benediction. ....
II can explain nothing" he an
swered quietly. Then Noureddin Bey
arose doggedly. ....a. 80
"You are sealing your own DOOM"
he said. "All depends now on the
telegram. Once more, Doctor, by the
memory of our friendship, explain.
Do you remember those days in Lon
don? Can you not think about the
many more that we may have to-
gether when this devastating war Is
over? You would go to your death
for some sufficient purpose, perhaps,
but innocent. You have no right to
strike this irremediable blow at me.
Speak! Explain!"
There smoothing to explain" an.
swered the Doctor sadly. He rose and,
signing his name to the papers which
he had had before him, he placed
them in my hands. Then he turned
to the General.
my FRIEND" he said, there is a
young soldier named Pentapoulos, a
wounded prisoner in your hospital!
Will you grant me one last favor
that he be sent back to his own
lines?"
1T shall be done at once," answered
Noureddin Bey, and gave a curt order
to one of the impressive soldiers.
Drawing out card he scrubbed on it
in Arabic letters and handed it to the
man. The soldier took it, saluted,
and went out. Hardly had he left the
| chapel before an orderly entered hur-
riedly with paper, which he handed
to the General. Noureddin Bey
glanced at it and his face went white.
Then, without word, he gave it to
Emmanuel, who read it and returned
! it with faint smile and shrug of the
shoulders.
"Inshallah!" muttered Noureddin
Bey and turned aside. He had con-
signed the prisoner to the mercy Of
God. The paper was the Doctors
death warrant from Constantinople.
Emmanuel placed one hand on my
shoulder. "Stay with me till the
end" he asked. looked out. The
sun was low in the sky. The end
would come in a little less than an
hour. We sat together in the chapel,
talking. I am not free to repeat any
thing that the Doctor told me.
Presently sergeant and a file Of
soldiers entered, and the Doctor, see
ing them and understanding what
their visit signided, rose with a
smile and, placing himself at the SER
geant's side, marched with them out
of the building toward a high white
wall at the opposite end Of the court.
Noureddin Bey was waiting; it was a
task he would entrust to none other,
but he had not been able to bring
himself to enter the chapel again.
The Doctor, who knew by instinct
what was required Of him, took his
post with his back to the wall and
the soldiers, six in number, ranged
themselves in line, at the sergeant's
command, a dozen PAGES away, with
grounded rifles. Noureddin Bey read
something shurriedly and Emmanuel
spoke in few short words. The Gen
eral nodded and raised his hand. I'm
mediately a Greek priest came out of
small door nearby, in which he had
evidently been waiting. He stood be-
side Emmanuel and prayed with ele-
waited hands. The Doctor sank to his
knees, crossed himself, and rose
again. The priest departed. I did
not clasp Immanuel's hand again; he
was beyond earthly friendship now.
Noureddin touched me on the arm
and withdrew with him. The ser
geant, looking at the General, spoke,
and the rifles were raised and aimed.
He spoke again. At that instant /
saw the Doctor standing, a little,
brave, almost ridiculous figure. with