The Pulaskian., 1918-11-01

Tie lines. His message telling me of
ms safe arrival in Rotterdam came to
me IN an Indirect way, of course, but
the fact that the plans we had made
carried through without mishap makes
me feel that we ought to be able to do
as much for you.''
told Huyliger I was ready TO follow
his instructions and would do any,
| thing he suggested.
Il want to rejoin my squadron as
soon as | possibly can," 1 told him,
but | realize that it will take a GER
tin length of time for you to make the
necessary arrangements, and 1 will be
as patient as can"
The first thing to do, Huyliger told
me, was to prepare a passport. He had
a blank one and it was comparatively
simple matter to fill in the spaces, u.s.
Ing a genuine passport which Huyliger
possessed as a sample of the hand
writing OF the passport clerk. My oc-
eupation was entered as that of a
sailor. My birthplace we gave as
Spain, and we put my age at thirty.
AS matter of fact, at that time I
could easily have passed for thirty
five, but we figured that with proper
food and a decent place to sleep at
night, l could soon regain my normal
appearance, and the passport would
have to serve me, perhaps, for several
weeks to come.
Filling in the blank spaces on the
passport was, as l have said, a COM
paratively easy matter, but that. did
not begin to fill the bill. Every genu-
Inc passport bore an official rubber
stamp, something like an elaborate
postmark, and was at loss to know
how to get over that difficulty.
Fortunately, however, Huyliger had
half of rubber stamp which had evil
IDENTITY been thrown away by the Ger
mans, and he planned to construct the
other half out of the cork from a wine
bottle, He was very skillful with a
penltnife, and although he spoflt a
score or more Of eorks before he sue
ceeded in getting anything like the
result he was after, the finished article
was far better than our most sanguine
expectations. Indeed, after we had
pared it over here and there, and re-
moved whatever imperfections our re-
peated test disclosed, we had stamp
which made an impression so closely
resembling the original that without a
magnifying glass, we were sure, it
would have been impossible to tell
that 1t was a counterfeit.
Huyliger procured a camera and
took a photograph of me to paste on
the passport in the place provided for
that purpose, and we then had pass
port which was entirely satisfactory
to both of us and would, we hoped,
prove equally so to our friends the
Huns.
It had taken two days to fix up the
passport. In the meanwhile Huyliger
informed me that he had changed his
plans about the convent and that in
stead he would take me to an empty
house, where could remain in safety
until he told me 1t was advisable for
me to proceed to the frontier.
This was quite agreeable to me, as
had had misgivings as to the kind
of priest I would make and it seemed
to me to be safer to remain aloof from
everyone In deserted house than to
have to mingle with people or come in
contact with them, even with the best
of DISCUSSES.
That night accompanied Huyliger
to a fashionable section of the city,
where the house in which was to be
concealed was located.
This house turned out to be a four
story structure of brick. Huyliger told
me that it had been occupied by a
wealthy Belgian before the war, but
since 1914 it had been uninhabited save
for the occasional habitation of some
refugee whom Huyliger was befriend-
ing.
Huyliger had key and let me in,
but he did not enter the house with
me, stating that he would visit me in
the morning.
[ explored the place from top to bot
tom as well as I could without lights.
The house was deliberately furnished,
but, of course, the dust lay a quarter
of an inch thick everywhere. 1t was
large house, containing some twenty
rooms. There were two rooms in the
basement four on the first floor, four
on the second five on the third and five
on the top. In the days that were to
come I was to have plenty of oppor-
tunity to familiarize myself with the
contents of that house but al that time
I did not know it and was curious
enough to want to know just what the
house contained.
Down in the basement there was
huge pantry but it was absolutely bare,
except of dust and dirt. A door which
evidently led to sub-basement at
tracted my attention and l thought II
might be q good idea to know just
where it led to in case it became neces-
sary for me to elude searchers.
In that cellar found case after case