The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1917-09-20


proudly.
"What! Streetman exclaimed. And
he fastened to examine the find. "Oh,
ho! What's this? % he asked.
Henri Christophe was no less sur
prised than the others. He took the in
strument from Otto and turned it over
curiously.
"Why, m'sieu-it is a telephone" he
said with an air Of the utmost mystif1-
cation.
ST know, know-but what is it do
ing there?" Streetman asked imperi-
ously.
81 do not know, m'sieu," Christophe
stammered. In a fash he saw that
things looked very black for himself.
'Why did you hide it?" Already
Streetman had found him guilty.
81 did not hide it, m'sieu"
! An inspiration seized Streetman
then. And he took the telephone into
his own hands.
"Who are your" he asked in French,
speaking directly into the transmitter.
The fellow received an immediate
reply. And he said to his men in the
next breath, sit was Frenchman who
spoke! That telephone leads to the
French. 1t is the work of a spy" And
then Streetman ordered Otto's comrade
Hans to ask Major Won Brenig to re-
turn.
Poor Henri Christophe forgot all
about his simple menu. He stood there,
crestfallen. The whole affair was too
much for his befogged brain.
"You were warned against any at
tempt to communicate with the en-
emy," Streetman said.
81 never saw that telephone BEFORE"
| Christophe declared.
! Don't lie to me! You put it there!'
81 swear to you" The innkeeper
held both his hands aloft as he pro-
claimed his innocence. But his pro-
testations had no effect upon the in
dignant Streetman. The man seemed
absolutely relentless, inhuman.
You are either a French spy or har-
boring a spy under your roof he told
| ChristOphe. ut Is an act of enmity to
us. You must pay the penalty at once"
| "On my honor have done nothing
absolutely nothingv' Henri Christophe
cried Even in that moment his thoughts
were upon his daughter Jeanne rather
than upon himself. He was afraid
for her.
| "Our proclamations have told you
what to expect" Streetman snarled
cit will be a good warning to the 9th
ers," he added grimly.
| The Belgian innkeeper stared at him
as If in trance.
Before God, am innocent!' he as
serted.
The callous Streetman paid not the
| slightest heed to his denials. In q most
brisk and businesslike manner he COM
| manded the corporal to call in the
guard and make ready a firing squad
against the wall outside" he said.
Then little Jeanne Christophe opened
| one of the doors timidly. Some errand
had necessitated her entering the room.
And when she saw her fathers ashen
| face it needed little intuition to tell her
that there was some tragedy impend-
ing. With a 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-
temptuously.
mon, non, m'sieu!' she cried.
"Wait! Come here!' he Or
dered her roughly. And Henri Chris
topic whispered to her to obey. 'You
have seen that telephone before?"
Streetman inquired. Already the cor
poral had returned with four men,
bearing rifles.
tn oil &oD9 y
girl walled.
Your father hid it there" he in
sisted.
Non. non. m'sieu!" she said with all
the vehemence she could muster.
Enough Of talking!' Streetman said
with a cruel glance at her white face
''Take him Quit" he ordered the cor
poral
For one brief moment father and
daughter clasped each other in a last
embrace.
cit is the end, my little Jeanne!
Goodbye! Pray for mev' Henri Chris
topic 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
figure, for whom his own daughter was
| named-Jeanne d'Arc-when the su-
preme summons overlook them. cit is
| all over, ma petite" he repeated. And
then he drew himself up to his fullest
height and locked at his unyielding
judge unf1inchingly.. "T am innocent,
m'sieu"' he said.
Those were the last words that Henri
Christophe spoke
Henry Streetman made a gesture of
| impatience. The scene bored him.
Jeanne Christophe burst into wild
torrent of words. Alternately she adj