Evening star., 1920-01-11

other day. So was sent back into the
big room. I was forgotten. For weeks
/ was there. We were fed occasionally
on wretched food. At any moment I ex-
pected to be called out to face other
judges. don't know now why wasn't.
But at last some OF my brother officers
came searching for me. 1 was identi-
fed, rescued. They got me into hos
pital was there a long time. months
And when could walk they let me go.
But there was no way of getting out of
Petrograd. Hardly any Americans were
left. The Red Cross headquarters had
been moved to Moscow. Fighting was
cnstant. You dodgned out to buy food
and dodeed back again. An English
diplomatic agent gave me shelter. such
as it was. We were raided frequently
by drunken reds. For a week our block
was bombarded. never knew why.
But at last had chance to get into
Sweden with some food smugglers.
Finally I caught a steamer home. And
hero am
jumpy nerves. Woody. And I take 1t
you saw enough bOlshevik antics to last
you for q while. eh?'
Enough for lifetime" says Woody.
That's why I feel nervous here. They're
In New York. you know; thousands of
them"
Absurd" says Pinckney. Newspaper
talk. At least, there are none In this
club. You may count on that. So let's
have luncheon.
Sure" says !. tits always q soothin'
process. hayin lunch on Pinckney. Best
thing he does. And with knife in one
hand and fork in the other you ought
to feel fairly SAFE
Woody works up faint smile. ''Prob-
ably I shall" says he.
couldn't see how he could help 1t. for
somehow In this piute joint, with the
heavy hangin's at the high windows
and the thick rugs on the floor. and the
walters movin' about soft and silent like
they worked In oiled grooves. 1t seemSd
} as II the rude common people was shut
out complete. At sight Of Pinckney the
; headwaiter acts almost human. tows us
to corner table and snaps his l1nger
for the bus boys to get busy.
eyes. SIR" says he. '@The hora
} d'oeuvres are ready. the griIled pigs
feet next, and then the crab salad. Yes
; SIR"
"And have Louis serve" adds Pinck-
ney. HE knows how want things"
: Every well. sir. Louis" says the
. headwaiter.
Meanwhile Woody il busy measurin
out a mild shot of Scotch that some.
, body has found in Pinckney's locker
|. but the first thing knows he hal
dropped q glass and at the crash look.
up to find him starin' bug-eyed at thu
waiter. who is handin' round the tray
. of caviar and picked herring. For
: second or 80. too. the waiter stare'
I back. Pickney notices and glances from
:, one to the other.
..Beg pardonr' says Pinclxney. Any
thing wrong?"
:. Woody don't say. but keeps on starin
a blank.
n ''The hors d'oeuyres, SIR" murmur
!. tho waiter.
q "Oh! Oh. yes" says Woody.
# He don't say anything more until tn
"a waiter has left. Then he reaches ovei
ia grips Pinckney's arm and whisper
j. hoarse. That's the man."
10 'swhat?" says Pinckney. 'Wha
N MANI"
ID "The big-eyed one." says Wood,
ID "who was Judge In the fortress"
'Oh, say" says Pinckney. why
re that's my old standby, Louis"
II couldn't mistake that face" in
4 .,.t. WooAxy ssThe ANAL pOp-eyes tn
- bald head. the putty complexion, th
or brutal Jaw. He's the very one"
IS "But. my dear chap" protests Pinck
st ney, Louis has been my favorite waite
d. here In the club for ever 20 long He
ye been here for years, in fact; that is, o
IS. and OIL"
l. "Ah!" says woody. He was of dun
ir ing tho winter OF 1917 and 1918, wasn
a, he?" .,l.o,&n, .ra..sAr -