The Pulaskian., 1918-10-25

 Flemish, but at any rate, observing that he was more interested in the others than he was in me at the mo- ment, l put the bottle in my pocket and walked on.
 After l walked few steps, took furtive glance backward and noticed the soldier who had searched me re- join his comrades at the curb and then stop another fellow who had come along, and then I disappeared in the darkness.
 l cannot say that the outcome of this adventure left me in the same confident frame of mind that followed the earlier one I was sure I had come out of it all right, but I could not help thinking what terribly close shave l had.
 Suppose the soldier had questioned mel The ruse I had been following in my dealings with the Belgian peas ants-pretending I was deaf and dumb-might possibly have worked here, too, but a soldier-a German soldier--might not so easily have been fooled. It was more than an even chance that it would have at least aroused his suspicion and resulted in further investigation. A search Of my clothing would have revealed a dozen things which would have estab- lished my identity and all my sham ming of deafness would have ayailed me nothing.
 As I wandered along I knew that was now approaching the big city which my Belgian friend had spoken of and which I would have to enter if was to get the passport, and realized now how essential it was to have something to enable me to get through the frequent examinations to which I expected to be subjected.
 While I was still debating in my mind whether it was going to be pos- sible for me to enter the city that night, saw in the distance what ap- peared to be an arc light, and as I neared it that was what it turned out to be. Beneath the light I could make out the forms of three guards. and the thought of having to go through the same kind of ordeal that l had just experienced filled me with misgivings, Was it possible that 1 could be fortunate enough to get by again?
 AS l slowed up little, trying to make up my mind what was best to do, I was overtaken by group of Bel | gian women who were shuffling along the road, and I decided to mingle with them and see if couldn't convey the impression that was one of their party.
 As we approached the arc light, the figures of those three soldiers with their spiked helmets loomed before like regiment. felt as If I were walking right into the jaws of death. | Rather than go through what was in store for me- I felt that would in- finitely prefer to be fighting again in the air with those four desperate Huns who had been the cause of my present plight-then, at least, would have chance to fight back, but now had to risk my life and take what was coming to me without chance to strike blow in my own defense.
 shall never forget my feelings as we came within the shaft of light pro. jected by that great arc light nor the faces of those three guards as we passed by them. I didn't look directly at them, but out of the corner of my eye l never missed detail. I held a handkerchief up to my face as we passed them and endeavored to imi- tate the slouching gait of the Belgians as we'll as l could, and apparently 1t worked. We walked right by those guards and they paid absolutely no attention to us.
 If ever fellow felt like going down on his knees and praying did at that moment, but it wouldn't have done to show my elation or gratitude in that conspicuous way.
 It was then we'll after II o'clock and l knew it would be unsafe for me to attempt to find lodging place in the city, and the only thing for me to do was to locate the man whose name the Belgian had given me. He had given me a good description of the street and had directed me how to get there. and followed his instructions closely.
 After walking the streets for about half an hour, came upon one of the landmarks my friend had described to me and ten minutes afterwards was knocking at the door of the man who was to make it possible for me to reach Holland-and liberty! At least, that was what I hoped.