The Press., 1917-02-08

this message is intended for one of the horde of German spies in our midst who are watching our every act:'
 Taking up a telephone receiver. he called up the officer in charge of the military telegraph and informcI him of the message. stating that he did not doubt that it had been surrPptitiOusly sent in the expectation that it would be delivered hy some one in the tele- graph department who was working secretly in the German interest. Colo mel Bombardier the officer telephOned, directed that the dispatch be sent to him and, after receiving and eNamin- ing 1t, called a council of war to de eide what to do in the premises.
 When the council assembled experts in interpreting cipher telegramS were introduced and began the work Of translating it. This was not easy to do. for it consisted in certain sen tences which doubtless had meaning for the receiver. However, the eX- pertS. not daring to acknowledge that they could ma',c nothing of it, gave a possible translation. admitting that they could not v0uch for it's correct ness. The meaning they plarCl upon 1t was that it announced meeting Of the German spies ill Paris t1 receive one high in the German secret service. Meanwhile HOrtenSe was arrested and taken to Colonel BOmbardier'S of flee, where she was kept in an ante room awaiting the result of the work of the experts. Tn time she was called in to face an array of mon who looked ready to send her to the galIOwS
 "Frau Kneiblitz," said the colonel. 1 do you speak French?"
 "I don't speak any other language. was the meek reply.
 "Do not try to deceive me. You are German. as your name indicates. A dispatch in cipher addressed 10 you has been intercepted. It is m an nOuncement that an officer of high rank in the German secret service is coming to Paris to meet the spy corps l fin Paris
 This was said because if it were the true interpretation of the dispatch the young woman would likely col lapse, She did no such thing. She | simply looked at her accuSers wonder ingly.
 'Who is Caspar?" asked the colonel severely.
 ''NIonsieur, he is my husband. Has anything happened to him"' she asked paling.
 "You play your part well but it will not serve.'
 Have you dispatch from him tc me? Oh, give 1t to mel"
 After a conference it was decided tC read the dispatch aloud to her. The colonel began with the first sentence "The weather is very fine" and asked her what 1t meant. She did not neet
 the key to tell him; she knew 1t bN heart.
 q am well," she replied.
 The second sentence read was, "Yes
 terday 1t was hot"
 HOrtensc. somewhat abaShed. re
 piled. sweetheart, l love you"
 The members of the council looked
 at one another incredulously.
 Again, We are expecting coOle
 weather tomorrow"
 That means a thousand kisses" It
 piled the bride, dropping her eyes t
 the floor.
 '"This climate is trying"
 "I shall never see you again til
 France is victorious"
 ''The mud is very deep." "Goodby, sweetheart. I shall lov you forever"
 Several of the men who had bee impressed with Hortense's gentlenes' honesty ald, above all, that she wa essentially French smiled. Colon' Bombardiers countenance assumed shamefaced expression. He stood wit . the dispatch in his hand wonderin what next to do.
 "Colonel," said one of the cOunci
 "you've struck what they call in Anne ica a mares nest, "The caMr," said the colonel. mail taining an official tone, will be be ter examined into by woman. shall send Mime. KneiblitZ to Nm Leblanc, head of our woman's dete
 tive bureau, and If she reports faVO ably the prisoner will be discharged. Mime. Leblanc, instead of aSSumiI
 the pomposiry of the officers. be@H ! by soothing the poor little bride aI
 soon diScernpd that she was Wrappt | up in her husband and had II" 0th' ; concern. HOrtenSe produced the ripll' u code, and Mime. Leblanc saw that C cry sentenre in Ii was nothing mo | than love message. Then she r u ported to Colonel BOmbardier. WI u pigeonhnleG the matter, When Hufn nnSe wrote an account
 tine affail. '9't2ar KneiblitZ applied C his sUp",ior {" be entered on the arn q roster as Charles Nightingale.