The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-09

twenty seconds to make up my mind. ] thought in a flash Of my old friend the Hun. and out came my revolver as readily.
 Stranded.
 With one blow l smashed the glass a- rhe drivers back-for this was Terity a Cindereua's coach. A prod between the shoulders attracted his immediate attention. He looked down the barrel of my revolver, and decided that it was no good. Then he refined in his horse, and made a sweeping flourish with his solnbrero.
 Turn round" l said in Spanish. and indicated the distant town.
 Well, he did not take the slightest notice for a moment. Apparently he was debating it. But debate was no good to him. l took the oppor- tunlty of stepping on to the road
 If you don'c turn round imne- diately," said I, "by God, I will shoot you." And so little was the threat uttered vainIy, that for twenty pesetas would have done it.
 Q These are dangerous times. an raen cannot confront danger lightly. ] had fallen into the hands of the Hun, and must get out of them ] whatever the cost. saw that the man debated it Visibly.,aud in dat ing io.he revealed himself
 A swift survey of the possibilities convinced me that he was not with out confederates. Somewhere up in the hills the Germans were waiting for me. They might be near or thev might be far. The question which h. asked himself had to do with their proximity. Should he show fight and below for assistance, or should he not? And am sure tha- one fact alone determined the is- sue.
 The yeriest chance in the world had caused ne to make my discovery at the door of an old building which had every appearance of being a convent. It stood alone, far from | any habitation, and an old oil lamp burned above it's gate. This fact, 1 believe, saved my life
 The gentleman of the sornbrero hat appeared suddenly to become aware of the situation and to under stand it. Uttering a guttural cry, he sprang from the box of the cabrio1e+ and disappeared in the bushes upon the other side of the high road And there was I with his horse at my dis posal and nothing apparently to do but to drive back to my destina- ton.
 Not Welcome. Why, then, was it not done? I will tell you in a word. And the answer shall be the horse. Whether some thing frightened him or whether he merely desired further exercise-tflis. 1 say, I cannot tell you, but sudden ly, at the very moment I had pro- | posed to mount the box of the cab. ! he wheeled about and was off like q Hash to the place whence he he come. And there stood upon the hillside, the convent door at my back and some three or four good miles be- tween me and the hotel of my desires. What was to be done? Naturally. my first thought was of the convent. 1 where a crazy bell-pun suggested an l application for shelter. I pulled it i once and I pulled 1t twice, and I heard the tinkle of it's peal above the silence of the night, Presently a soft 1 fooIaH was to be distinguished, and l the srille above the door was drawn ! back.
 ] Who looked at me I am unable to say-but whether it were a man or a 1 woman, compassion did not follow | after. The door was not opened l and the footsteps went patterina away 1 in the distance.
 l rang again, and this time there ! was no response whatever. Those l within, deaf tc the memories of 1 Omar at the Tavern, were plainly l unwilling ito open now their door. , foresaw that I must walk back to 1 the town, and had already set oU+ upon my way, when new onens of my danger came plainly from inc | highway.
 There was a loud whistIing. and upon that I thought I could detect the galloing of horses Presently I was quite sure of it; quite troop ot
 men must be there upon the road be
 hind me, and they were drawing nearer eery instant. It was equally
 elementary to step from the high road and fling myself behind the first
 considerable bush that I saw.
 The Thunder Storm.
 If there were cancellations tfrey were those of security. A lantern
 and muck-rake would be necessar, I said to these gentlemen who were
 approaching, whoever they might be
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