The Cordova daily times., 1918-04-19

! of the villcge, while Atwell and con- tinued our way on foot.
 Without further mishap we arrived i at our destination, and reported to bri- gade headquarters for rations and bil- lets.
 That night we slept in the battalion sergeant majors dugout. The next morning went to a flrst-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.
 had pass which would allow me to go 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 lorries, wagons and
 even officers and soldiers, whenever
 my suspicious deemed 1t necessary. Atwell and I were allowed to work to- gether or singly-it was left to our
 judgment. We decided to team up.
 Atwell was a 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 aD 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 a large
 cemetery, and several times at night
 in returning to 1t, we got many a fall
 stumbling over the graves of English
 French and Germans. Atwell on these occasions never indulged 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 a very strong rumOr went the rounds that German spy was in , our midst. This spy was supposed to
 be dressed in the uniform of a British staff officer. Several stories had been told about an officer wearing a 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 a shell dropped in a battery, on machine gun or even near dugout, this spy was [ blamed.
 The runOr 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 us.
 One day while in communication : trench, we were mortified to see our
 brigadier 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 l fixed bayOnet was following in the I rear.
 - We saluted as the general passed us The lrishman had a broad grin on his |. face and we could scarcely believe our
 eyes-the general was under arrest Q After passing. .a few feet beyond us, the [ general turned, and said in a wrathful
 voice to Atwen:
 '"Tell this d-n fool who am. He's
 arrested Be as a spy"
 Atwell was speeches.. The sentry 2 butted in with:
 "NOne O that gassin' out O you ] Back to headquarters you goes, Mir g Fritz. Open that face O yours again S an I'll dent in your napper with the f butt O me rifle"
 S The generals face was sight to be- g hold He was fairly boiling over with
 rage, but ne shut mp.
 , Atweli tried to get in front of the } sentry tO explain to him that 1t 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 Atweli stepped aside, aad remained silent. was nearly l Bursting with suppressed laughter. One word, and I would have exploded. It
 is mot exactly diplomatic to laugh at your general in such predicament. The sentry and his prisoner arrived af brigade headquarters with disas- trOns results to the sentry. , The joke was that the general had personally issued the order for the spy's arrest. It was 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 a 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 I seen such a woebegone