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The Cleverness of Reynard

THE fox is always interesting. In
l. England they know him particu-
larly we'll. There, fox hunting is a
popular and almost a national sport,
for it is engaged in by high and low,
rich and poor. Consequently, the fox
has been the object of acute observa-
ton for many generations. Among the
many instances of record concerning
the cleverness of Reynard is the follow
ing:
Some years ago long run with a
we'll known West country pack ended
quite unaccountably upon strip of
sandy beach on the Dorset coast. The
fox had vanished as If blown away and
there was nothing whatever to suggest
what had become of him. Exhaustive
casts along the shore failed to recover
the scent, and after every possible hid
ing place had been explored without
result nothing remained but to admit
defeat. Everybody was puzzled and
many were the theories under discus
sion when at last the party of hunters
started upon the homeward road,
| which by tortuous degrees ascenedd a
cliff, the crest of which afforded a
bird's-eye view over the beach that they
| had just left There at the highest
| point of the road they came upon a
dismounted cyclist, who coolly asked the
master of foxhounds whether he would
| like to know what had become of his
fox. The huntsman, as might be sup
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posed, replied that no information could
be more acceptable to him at that par
ticular time
The stranger jerked his thumb care
lessly seaward. There you are, then,"
he said.
The tide was ebbing, leaving here
and there sheet of shallow water. In
the middle of one such pool the hunts
men could see a small, triangular object
that looked like piece of pointed rock.
The master was irlcredulous. 1t was
he protested, the tip of a boulder or
a piece of stranded seaweed. The
cyclist, however, declared that the OBJ
ject was the foxs head. And so indeed
it proved to be.
The trick was as simple as clever
The fox must have waded out there
until the water was shoulder deep and
have remained there crouching fiat on
the sand, entirely submerged except his
head. At the approach of the hounds
he had ducked his head and had left
only his nose above the water otter
fashion. Naturally none of the hunts
men had noticed that there was a tiny
black spot on the rippling surface.
The cyclist, it appears, had watched
the whole maneuver from the cliff, and
like a true sportsman had allowed
things to take their course. But when
accident had brought the huntsmen into
touch with him, the temptation to speak
| had become irresistible,
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running farther each time for missile
was getting a bit tedious, and accord
ingly matters eased down little.
CuriouSly enough, no spears came
down. I supposed that the reason was
that black will not throw spear ex-
cept at q definite mark: and in any
case he likes to retrieve his weapons
again, as vast amount of labor is
usually consumed in their making.
Presently the rocks ceased falling, and
silence reigned. Quite a time passed,
and nothing further happened. Still,
knew that sooner or later one of them
would appear. So we played a waiting
game.
THE sun had moved quite a distance
toward the west since the first
stone came down, and the bottom of
my well was beginning to darken, when
heard the first sound of renewed
movement above. A little gravel crum-
bled from the edge Of the we'll and fell
tinkling on to my protecting tank.
This time two black heads appeared,
and, not being able at first to see me
plainly, they remained for quite per-
ceptible time peering down into the
gloom. If they failed to detect me,
however, could see them quite dis
tinctly, so, taking careful aim at the
biggest head, I fired. The noise of the
shot filled my narrow pit, but heard
the watcher grunt as my bullet took
him In the forehead. The second head
disappeared
The black that I hit must have been
killed instantly, for he lay there with
his eyes staring down at me until his
friends caught him by the heels and
dragged him away.
Then I settled down to wait once
more, and trust that in the desert
silence Rod might have heard my shots.
In due course Rod came. Like all
good bushmen, he had trained himself
to listen for the sound of shots, and
when I fired the first he had snatched
up his gun and started to my assistance.
So, with Rods welcome voice hailing
me, soon put myself above ground
again. The blacks had vanished.
For the purpose of packing the water
tanks had brought along Sind" our
best camel. This animal had hobbled
cut to Craze while I went down the
well and now, when we searched for
it in the gathering dusk, We were hor-
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Fight Made by Sun Crazed Captive of Australian Tribe

had considerable amount of very
rich ore at grass" so with dolly and
pot we sat all day pounding up the
stone and sitting out the golden grains
On the eighth day we saw smoke sig
nails ascending from the hills.
Time to go" said Rod. They'll get
us sooner or later If We stay
X X r X
IT seemed hard to leave so much gold
- behind, but there was no help for
it, SO, shoveling all the undollied ore
back into the hole, Rod buried it again
from sight. Then. gathering sticks and
spinifex, he lit bonfire over the spot.
THAT will hide it from any new
chums," he explained, but If an old
digger happens along that will be the
first place he tries"
Next morning early saw us on the
homeward track. Our camels were in
the best of condition, having been idle
and grazing for weeks. Butter fat"
Rod described them. What they fed on
may seem a mystery, but nothing comes
amiss to a camel. Pigweed saltbush.
W1re-graSS, however dry and withered,
quongdong nuts and leaves, twigs from
mulga and ti-tree, all gave them nour-
1shment. In the desert the camel's only
competitor is the donkey-both will
thrive where any other animal would
starve to death.
When we got back to Coolgardie, our
gold brought us over $4,000, which we
divided equally.
Then Rod decided that it was his
duty to escort our sick mate back to his
friends in England.
1 had one letter from him, telling me
OF his arrival in England and of Mad
dlson's improved condition. 1 never
saw either of them again. Rod Mcleod
went from England to Alaska and from
there to almost every mining field in
the world The year 1914 saw him in
South America. but, fastening back to
Australia, he joined up in the great
adventure. Now he lies somewhere in
France"
Some years after the events recorded
above the narrator of this story, with
the writer, went out with string of
camels for the purpose of bringing in
the hidden ore. BY that time settle
ment had greatly extended, and the
project seemed highly feasible. But alas!
some one coming from another direc-
ton had already visited the spot, and
heap of "dollied" sands was all we
found The cache" had been opened
and the reef worked outl
AS we had suspected, it was merely
rich golden blow" and had no depth.
However, the bag of ore buried beside
the skeleton of the dead mans horse
is still there, and likely to remain, for
we' came back by another route and
missed it.
Copyright, 1927
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! view, but we scarcely heard 1t as, with a
few flying strides, we reached Madison
and grabbed him by the arms. For a
second he struggled to fling us off, but
Rods authoritative voice calmed him,
and he quietly submitted.
"Run!" yelled Rod, as a cloud of
black, naked figures leaped into the
freight.
Madison, his crazed brain switching
to a different angle, caught the infec-
ton of our fear and ran with us will
ingly Reaching the shelter of the
scrub, we paused for a second while
Rod picked up the bundle of clothes,
then we rushed on again.
| The mob, yelling wildly, was now
close behind us and fight of spears
came whistling past Luckily they were
| aimed too high, but throwing stick
caught me terrific smack on the left
| shoulder. The moment was critical
a second more and we should have
been surrounded. Half turning, Rod
blazed away with the revolver.
The effect was magical! Most of
these wild blacks had never seen or
heard a gun fired before, and the
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cracking shots, accompanied by the
flash Of light. seemed to them like the
dreaded thunder, at the sound of which
they always covered in terror. Whether
the bullets found a mark or not we
could not tell. but the pursuit ceased
instantly. We ran our hardest and
soon the corroboree ground was left
far behind.
For another couple of hours we push
ed on, and then Maddison's condition
compelled us to stop for the night.
When We reached camp Rod and
considered our case.
"I hate to leave the gold" he said,
land I reckon we have at least six
days grace. g The corroboree will prob
ably last till then, and while it's on
the blacks won't bother to come hunt
ing us. But once it's over, we shall
have to shift. for even if they can't
kill us, they'll manage to spear the
camels, and with them gone we should
end like the poor devils who originally
discovered this reef"
So, with limited time ahead, we con-
centrated on getting back as much gold
as possible to take back with us. We
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Wen go straight in and get him. IT
they mob us we shall just have to shoot
our way out. Give me your revolver: /
can do better with 1t at close quarters
than you"
AS he spoke we rose to our feet and
, prepared for our rush. The distance to
be covered was not more than 80 yards,
but the problem lay in just how Maddi-
son would Behave when we caught hold
of him. If he fought against us we
should certainly be killed, since, de-
spite our weapons. We could not hold off
hundreds of blacks, especially as they
ton of their corroboree ground. Still.
it was the only chance, SO, tearing the
Disgusting branches from my belt. ]
dashed after Rod across the lighted
clearing.
| A wild clamor rose when we came into
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When the discovery of gold at
Coolgardie, Australia, set the world
of adventures afiame, Jim Charm
lev. then a boy of l9, joined in the
rush for fortune. On the trail he
was befriended by Rod Mcleod.
veteran prospector, and a young
English gentleman, Horace Mad
olson. The three formed partner
ship. to look for lost mine, Of which
Mcleod knew the secret.
The path to gold was marked by
treachery, theft, murder and mad
ness. but the three adventures
fought their way through and
reached the abandoned mine. When
they started digging, wild aborigines
gathered near them, staring in Won
der at their camels.-Jim Charnley's
story is told in the first person by
his brother.
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prancing out and placed himself at
the head of the cancers. 1t was Mad
Olson! The blacks, surprised at this in
trusion, which had no place in their
we'll rehearsed program, halted, but
Madison kept on, leaping and laughing.
until he was well in the freight just
opposite to where we crouched.
| .Now's our chance!" whispered Rod.
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A LII of us were tolerably well ac-
" customed to Australian aborig-
IA ines and we treated them rath-
er lightly, our only real danger
being when one or other of us
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places; materials for the repair of wire
less outfits
A manufacturer, Louis Sion. and his
son, Etienne, gave their services and,
until the Germans requiSitioned them,
their automobiles to Alice.
In the town of Santes a map maker
Paul Bernard, and his fine-pointed
calligraphic pen were enlisted In
time, with the aid of magnifying
glasses and a shorthand system, M
Bernard was able to crowd $1,000 word
report for Alice by means of his CALI
graphic pen in invisible ink on a bit
Of transparent paper which she could
paste on one of the lenses of a pair
of spectacles.
In Trelinghien M and Nine. De-
misunderstanding; at Helemmes, M
Milon; in Tourcoing, M. Lenfant, the
former superintendent Of police: at her
estate in Mouveaux, Mime. Paul Prou-
vost-Masurel; in a dozen, then a
score, and with time still more places
men and women In every walk of life
placed their services, all their means
ana their very lives at Alices disposal
And OF these burghers and servants.
shopkeeperS and aristocrats, peasants
and townspeople, artisans and laborers,
OF their possessions and varied mental
tiles and spirits Alice wove that net
work OF hers which must be finely CO.
ordinated and yet be so detached, one
part from the other, that should catas-
trophe overtake any one of her people
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or herself the rest would not be be-
trayed and could go on functioning.
One thing she took special care to
impress upon her people:
If tomorrow 1 or any one of YOU
should be found out by the Germans
and brought before any of your com
rades for Identification your memory
must stop working. The unfortunate
one, no matter who, Is a stranger to
you and must be left to his fate or
hers.
PITY, friendship, at such a time
would only sign the death warrant for
yourselves and others whose lives de-
pend upon us. Remember"
They remembered; it was only Alice
who for terrible moment would forget.
X X
THEN her organization began to func-
ton. For instance, there had been
major battle and it was important for
the allies to know how much damage
in men the Germans had suffered. The
trains Of wounded would pass through
Lille
The windows Of a house that over
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early insthe morning. Had the servant
known why she would not have had
the heart 10 obey.
Louise entered on her new duties the
moment her eyes opened. For an
hour she questioned Clothilde. Then
she put on suit of dark. stability
genteel material and a little brown
felt toque. This was to be her working
garb.
She had brought with her a rather
large, we'll worn handbag of imitation
| leather. 1t was to figure largely in
her adventures thereafter. Just then
| it contained, with other things, pa
pers identifying her as Alice Dubois, "
maker and seller of laces. And it was
by this war name" that she became
known, then famous.
After breakfast Alice went out for
survey.
| Everywhere the measured tread of
the iron heels of occupation. Sentries
and patrols, patrols and sentries. And
to her more dangerous still, because
invisible, was the sensitive, complicated
network of counter-eSpionage she knew
the Germans had laid throughout the
| occupied area, much more cunningly
devised than the tangle of wires over
the land mines at the Dutch border.
Alice went out about Lille and the
surrounding country selling lace" In
reality, of course, she was weaving her
own intricate design. In little shop
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border. I think we can trust his pa
triotism. But 1 don't know how far
he can be trusted alone with pretty
woman"
1t is this man who now, like a shadow,
approaches Louise as she stands by the
steel fence. He mutters word of
identification. and Louise whispers the
required password. The big fellow bends
down to peer at her. and she almost
flinches before the towering presence
and the reek mingled breath Of tobacco
and brandy.
For some moments he ScrutiniZes her;
then takes her hand. Without word
he leads her into a strip of dense wood.
Whatever may be her thoughts. there
is no tremor in the small hand the
giant holds.
Before a high, steel, barbed fence
they stop. and the igant kneelS on the
ground. With his hands he digs at the
loan. Although he moves cautiously
he makes such rapid progress that obvi-
ously the hole in the ground he I'M
covers had been previously prepared
He crawls into it, and on hands and
knees Louise follows. When they stand
up again the steel fence is just at
their backs
Alphonse almost literally feels his
way forward in the dark And lit
orally he has to know every inch Of
the ground to avoid the creeping vines
of concealed wires. Louise steps on his
very shadow.
Suddenly the night is slashed by a
shaft of searchlight. Alphonse drops
to the ground, so does Louise. They
must show no shadow or spot of color:
SO they lie face down and motionless
tu11f tan xxFIai 1irvIaf
the dark like some rigid tentacle. They
searehlights stands sharpshooter.
Along that border shots in the night
sound frequently and many a morning
reveals what the riflemen had brought
down.
The shafts of light playing over AL
phonse and Louise are joined by others
Are they discovered? But no shots ring
out and after what must have seemed
to the two endless waiting the search
lights move elsewhere.
Alphonse and Louise get to their feet
and again move forward through the
night.
When morning comes the steel fence,
the land mines and the searchlights
are miles behind them. But now al
most at every croSsroad they are chal-
lenged by German sentries. Passports,
permission to travel, the purpose of
their errand and other information are
demanded of them at each challenge.
The sentries range in character from
elderly veterans of former wars to keen
faced members of the imperial coun-
espionage service.
But the British have provided Louise
and Alphonse with a wealth of skill
fully concocted papers of Identification.
Special Intelligence" in London had a
passport factory as well equipped as
the one at 10 Koenigergratzer StraSSe,
Berlin.
X X
TN private dwelling in Rue dIsly, in
Lille Clothhilde, domestic. the
only occupant at the time, heard In the
middle of the night the doorbell. Ac-
customed as she was to visits by Ger
man patrols. she was nevertheless too
frightened at first to open the door.
Then she heard ripple of laughter
and familiar voice.
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she met short, energetic young woman
no taller than herself
y
MARIE-LEONIE VANHOUTTE was
of peasant stock turned to keep
ing shop, and between her and Alice all
the deep-lying traits of the French were
embraced
They took to each other on sight.
Without hesitation Alice asked Marie
Leonie to become her lieutenant and
the response was eager Thereafter
Mari-Leonie became Charlotte" tin
Grant peddler of cheeses.
In the town of Mouscron lived a
chemist and his wife, the De Geyters.
Louise enlisted them, too, in her service,
and their home became one of her
many stopping places.
In M. de Geyters laboratory strange
equipment appeared: Cameras of vari-
Gus kinds of magnifying glasses;
chemicals that became invisible inks;
steel dies with blank surfaces to be
engraved upon; a hand-press whose
parts could in a minute be assembled
or scattered among various hiding
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"Clothilde. ouvre, c'est MOL"
"Mon Diem c'eSt Mile. Louise ~

"Clothilde. ouvre, c'est MOL"
Mon Dieu, c'est Mile. Louise!"
Clothilde admitted her mistress and
huge bearded stranger.
Alphonse hugely enjoyed the warm
meal and the wine Clothilde managed
to provide But he declined Louise's
invitation to stop and rest.
Il must be back at Mouscron by
morning" he said.
Then he looked down curiously at the
travel-grimed young woman who was
urging him to take his rest there. A
queer expression came into his bold,
bearded face as his eyes took in her
1.-THE petite figure, her fair skin and
warm color
And you we're not once afraid the
whole trip" he said, puzzled and adj
miring.
"Oh, move than oncel" she laughed.
They are terrible, those boches! But
l knew you would get me safely home!"
He went to the door and opened it,
Il want meaning the boches" he
said. and left.
Although she had not slept the night
before she told Clothilde to wake her
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1quil Stream Led to High Adventure for Woman Spy
BY JOSEPH GOLLOMB.
Author of master Man Hunters"

luxurious, often dramatic in contrast are the ways of human
spirit like Napoleon
mountains overows barriers and forcing chan
mel the security of decades like SO much wreckage
before
Another Begnies. like amess stream DETECTED
shallow poWerleSS
Suddenly virtually by rift in the earth and
rushing down it's predeSned powerful
rapids dominate the
IT. found it's high adventure
the story of Louise de Bettigns let us 60 back to August
flashing the world Electric
motion the ponderou sensitive machinery Of
modern armies.
these the most modern the most highly organized
expected
of artillery, fleets,
gineerng
overwhelming Belgium thanking SOUTH into
ruthless these fees the pancStrcken
population Belgium Northern France children
pel-me English Channel them
crowded board ship England.
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SUDDENLY the door few open and
- the detective who had left her alone
rushed in.
stop i'll" he shouted. You're swal-
lowing something Let me have i'll"
r., Continued on Eighth Page.l
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she met a short, energetic young woman
no taller than herself.
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LONE day, when Alice was in Holland,
Charlotte received in her mail a
post card and letter. The post card
was from Alice. and in disguised terms
! told Charlotte that all was we'll with
her.
The letter was in an unknown hand.
Come as soon as you get this to the
Lion Beige" it read. 1T concerns Alice"
Poor Charlotte turned pale. What
told her of danger was that from the
post card she knew Alice was safe. But
/ the other letter, If it limited that Alice
was in danger. must really be trap.
To disregard the letter might be as
dangerous as TO heed it. She went to
! the Lion Beige.
A tall, dark, clean-shaven man with
sparkling black eyes approached her
and murmured:
If you will walk up the road with
me. I have news for you from Alice"
She turned her look squarely on him
! and in a voice that could be overheard
by others. asked:
who is Alice? I don't know what
you're talking about"
For an hour the two kept on fencing.
But against the mans shrewdest thrusts
Charlotte's parry was always the same
Il don't know what you're talking
about"
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SUPERVISORS NOTICE
OF
DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY
ELECTION
Office of
The Board of Supervisors of Elections
For Garrett County, Md.
Oakland, Md, April %, 1928.

Oakland, Md, April %, 1928.
Notice is hereby given to the
Judges and Clerks of Election of
Garrett County, and to the quail
flied Democratic voters of Garrett
County, Maryland, that in accor
dance with the provisions of Arti
Gle 33 of Chapter 191 of the Acts
of the General Assembly of Mary
land, passed at the January Ses-
sion, 1896, and amended by the
Acts of 1900, 1901, 1902, 1912, and
also by the Act of 1920, passed at
the special session of the General
Assembly, and by the Act of 1924,
an election will be held in the
several election districts of said
Garrett County, at the usual places
of holding elections, and at the
places herein named, on