Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-04-03

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Of the village, while Atwell and con-
tinued our way on foot.
Without further mlshap we arrived
at our destination, and reported to bril-
gade headquarters for rations and bill
let's.
That night we slept in the battalionl
sergeant majors dugout. The next
morning went to a first-aid post and
had the gravel picked out of my face.
The instructions we received from
division headquarters read that we
were out to catch spies, patrol trenches
search German dead, reconnoiter in No
Mans Land, and take part In TRENCH
raids and prevent the robbing of the
dead.
I had a pass which would allow me
to 60 anywhere at any time in the Sec,
tor Of the line held by our division. IT
gave me authority to stop and search
ambulances, motor lorrles, wagons and
even officers and soldiers, whenever
my suspicious deemed 1t necessary
Atwell and I were allowed to work to-I
gether or singly---it was left 70 Ctr
Judgment. We decided to team up. !
Atweli was good companion and
very entertaining. He had an utter
contempt for danger, but was not fool
hardy. At swearing he was wonder.
| A cavalry regiment would have been
proud Of him. Though born In Eng
land, he had spent several years in
New York. He was about six feet one,
and as strong as an OK.
We took up our quarters in large
dugout Of the royal engineers, and
mapped out our future actions. This
| dugout was on the edge Of large
cemetery, and several times at night
in returning to it, we got many fall
| stumbling over the graves of English,
French and Germans. Atwell on these
occasions never INDUCED In swearing,
though at any other time, at the least
stumble, he would turn the air blue.
| A certain section of our trenches
was held by the Royal Irish rifles. For
several days very strong rumor went
the rounds that German spy was in
our midst. This spy was supposed to
be dressed in the uniform of British
staff officer. Several stories had been
told about an officer wearing red
band around his cap, who patrolled the
front-line and communication trenches
asking suspicious questions as to loca-
ton Of batteries, machine-gun emplace-
ments, and trench mortars. If shell
dropped In battery, on q machine gun
| or even near z dugout, this spy was
blamed.
The rumor gained such strength that
an order was issued for all troops to
Immediately place under arrest anyone
answering to the description Of the
spy.
Atwell and I were on the qui vive.
We constantly patrolled the trenches
at night. and even In the day, but the
spy always eluded as.
One day while in ton,
trench, we were Mortified to see our
brlgadier general, Old Pepper, being
brought down 1t by big private of the
Royal Irish rifles. The general was
walking in front, and the private with.
fixed bayonet was following in the
rear.
We saluted az the general passed us.
The Gishman had a broad grin on his
face and we could scarcely believe our
eyes-the general was under arrest.
After passing few feet beyond US, the
general turned, and said in wrathful
voice to Atwell:
~Tell this d-n fool who am. He's
arrested me as q spy"
Atwell was speechless. The sentry
butted in with:
"None o. that gassin' out O you.
Back to headquarters you goes, Mr..
Fritz. Open that face O. yours again,
an I'll dent in your napper with the
butt o. me rifle"
The generals face was a sight to be-
hold. He was fairly boiling over with
rage, but he shut up.
Atwell tried to get In front Of the
sentry to explain to him that it really
was the general he had under arrest,
but the sentry threatened to run his
bayonet through him, and would have
done it, too. So Atwell stepped aside,
and remained silent. I was nearly
bursting with suppressed laughter. One
word. and would have exploded. It
Is not exactly diplomatic to laugh at
your general in such predicament.
The sentry and his prisoner arrived
at brigade headquarters with disas-
trous results to the sentry.
The joke was that the general had
personally issued the order for the
spy's arrest. 1t was a habit Of the gen
eral to walk through the trenches on
rounds Of inspection, unattended by
any Of his staff. The Irishman, being
new in the regiment. had never seen
the general before, so when he came
| across him alone in communication
trench, he promptly put him under ar
rest. Brigadier generals wear red
band around their caps.
Next day we passed the Irishman
tied to the wheel Of timber, the be-
ginning Of his sentence Of twenty-one
days, field punishment No. 1. Never
before have seen such woebegone
expression on mans face.
For several days, Atwell and made
ourselves scarce around brigade head
quarters. We did not want to meet
the general.
The spy was never caught.
(To be Continued.J
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