Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, February 2, 1915, Page 2

1 '-'m.- titie [was old Bt the Bouse Femove- NI 10-a~ (oW~ fRriher West. | Who Captured Him? By JOHN Y. LARNED When the great Buropean war broke out Arthur Eggleston, a young Ameri- €an reporter, anxious to make his way in the worid, full of the vigor of youth and not averse to adventure, saw his opportunity. He took the first steam- er for London that salled and in due time arrived at that city. Crossing the channel with a con- tingent of British troops, he landed at Ostend during that period when the German forces were hammering at the forts of Liege and the French and British forces were gathering to resist ithe invasion into France. He applied for permission to attach himself to the Britisb headquarters, but was re- fused on the ground that no newspaper :correspondents would be allowed to 'accompany the army. At the French beadquarters he received the same re- sponse to his application. Eggleston, baving crossed the Atlan- tic ocean and the British channel to report the big Oght, determined to fol- low in the allies’ rear, hang about their flanks, anything except get in their way, and report what be could .guther. He found himself at Lile when the allied armies had begun their retreat, but before they had reached that city. He also found “the General Safety,” a detective force used to hunt down and eradicate spies. When one is bunting for any particular thing the 1dentity of which is doubtful be is very apt to find it. Witb a lot of spy bunt- ers in the fleld a scarecrow set up to keep the crows away from the corn is not safe, Eggleston was walking in Lille one day when a file of French soldiers under the command of a lleutenant came down the street, stopping per- sons here and there. The American did not dream of danger and, when they reached bl and the officer de- manded to know who he was, where be had come from and where he was going. told him that he was a newspa- per correspondent looking for news. The officer, not being satisfied with this, informed him that he must take bim to the headquarters of the General satety. Eggleston was conducted to a bufld- ing in a roum of which an officer, sit- ting behind a desk, regarded him om- fuously. The Frenchman began ask. iog him questions iu French, and Eg- gleston understood most of them, an- swering without hesitation, but when his questioner branched into German the American showed plainly that he did not understand. It did not at once occur to bim that the man suspected him of being a German spy and was | trying to catch him. * Presently Eggles- ton bethought himself of his passport and produced it. This established the fact that he was an American, and he was thereafter treated with great con. é “Eyes blue, bair light. The Germans all have blue eyes and light bair.” “Germans? Wbat do you mean? Don’t you see that the passport reads. ‘A citizen of the (Inited States? " “Monsieur, you may as well own up first as last. You are a German spy.” | Eggleston pushed back his chair and stared at the man. “German spy! Why, my dear fellow. 1 am an American. Can’t you read English ™ | “The passport has been stolen. The | Germnns took it from an American. | You need not try to deceive me. We have received a warning.” “What warning¥" “A German who bas lived In Eng- land, who speaks English like a native. who looks ilke an Englishman, armed with the American’s passport, is with- in our lines for information. We bave received orders to look out for Aim and if we take him to shoot bim at once. Come.” Egglestun paled. He was aware that the keen scent of spy bunters was leading the detectives to make short work of suspiclous persvns and supposed be was to be taken out to be shot. “But, monsieur, | was in Lille a few days agv. where | made the ac- quaintance of those connected with the General safety. They will vouch for me.” “Ah, but they are not here,” with a shrug of his shoulders. “And | must suffer as a spy because those who are able to identify me are not here?” “That is one of the hardships of war. We can take no risks. Besides, those men in Lille may buve been deceived in you.” “When did the Germans capture the passport you have reterred to?” “Yesterday.” “1 met the General safety detectives last week.” At this moment another man came into the room and looked at Eggleston as a hound would look at a bare in which he was about to set bis teeth. The two Frenchmen talked together in a low voice. Eggleston thought it better not to seem. much troubled about the matter and, taking up one of the sheets before him, pretended to read. A third man was called into the room, who, having been instructed, approached the American and said to him in German: “If you will confess your life will be spared.” Eggleston, who did not understand @ word of what was said to him, but recognized tbat it was in the German language, replied: “Nicht versteb.” Frenchman, who beld that the “nicht versteh™ was full proof that the sus- pect was a German. However, after deliberation they concluded to refer the case to some one higher up; so they placed Eggleston under guard for the night. But the allies were at that time too busy fighting for any one in authority to pay any attention to an individuat case. The vext morning, no reply hav- ing been received concerning the sus- pected spy, his captors concluded that it was best to take no risks, but shoot bim, though they did not like to do so on an uncertainty, for in case be should be what he pretended they would be liable to get themselves into trouble. sideration. Eggleston spent some time in Lille | ‘without being permitted to go near the armies. One day he was walking along A residence street when he heard a feminine voice say in French: “Monsieur, bave you any news of the armles? Will they come this way?' We are all packed ready to move.” Tarniug, he saw a pretty girl leaning ont of o window. e had studied the French languuge at school and had picked up a Frenchman on the way Across the Atlantle, with whom he had talked incessantly in order to gather enough French to enable him to get on in France. So he replied as best he conld that he was profoundly lgnomnt' of what was going on at the front; be was trying to get there, but thus far bad been unsuccessful. Noticing that his French was not of the best, the girl asked bim If he were not English. No: he was American, The Euglish were very popular since they had come to assist the French, but before that Americans were the best liked. An elderly lady came to the window, anx. fously asked for nmews and gave Eg gleston an invitation to come in. He accepted it. A glass of wine wns brought out, and the three sat discuss- ing the probabilities of the family hav- ing to leave their home and cart their belongings across country to the coast, a3 the Belgians were doing. And so it bhappened that Eggleston. instead of writing up the thunder of guns, the explosion of shells, the rattle of rifles, the groans of the wounded. spent several days dallying with a pret- ty girl, at the end ot which time, since he did not go to the gunms, the guns came to him, and while they were yet in the distance he belped his friends. the Legires, to remove their effects—or a small portion of them—to a cart he secured for them and saw them on their way to the southward, after which he began to do some work as a ‘war correspondent. Eggleston, keeping as near the re- treating French and English lines as he dared. preceded thelr retreat toward the capital. When the tide turned he was on the allies’ left flank and one day after witnessing some very hard fighting went into a town on the west bank of the river Oise to write up copy and send it by courier to the coast to be forwarded. He was sitting in the writing room of the only hotel in the place when a man came in and, bending over him, ‘began to peruse what he was writing. “Are you a censor?’ ased Eggleston, Jooking up with a scowl. “I am an officer of the General Safety corps, monsfeur. Who are you?" “I am an American newspaper cor- Tespondent, writing an account of to- day’s battle and in a burry.” “English 7 “No; Awerienn ™ WOUId ke (v sev your passport, monskear.” Egg'exton took hix passport from his ! pocket. threw It v toe luke wud Weut on writiug. The man phexked it up opened it rend it and compared the persunal description with the corre spondent, The roar of battle at times sounded pearer and at times more distant. On one occasion when the guns were louder Exgtestons smptuey "€ DT e SR A<y o e o S == — > ) — anfl ‘I (it il (it = o > SRS T DYC‘ = ’ s i o e 8 = N7 Q5 LU “1 ;{ u‘-‘-““»\h\mu. © . 5 s — This was quite enough for the [ SIVBE CLEAN SO TR k7 During the journey they were about to cross a road running north and south and bad stopped to let a train of refugees pass when among the lat- ter Eggleston caugbt a glimpse of the pretty girl he bad met in Lille. “Mademoiselle!” he shouted. Louise Legire turned and, seelng the American who had assisted the fam- ily in the hour of need, clasped ber hands with KFrench fervency and call- ed her mother’s attention to him. A bhalt was called, and the refugees and the derective came together for a conference. Both mother and daugh- ter were horriied when they learned that “le bon Americain” was to be sbot as a spy. They told the story of baving seen him in Lille about a week before and how he bad assisted them. This was proof positive that be | was not traveling oo a captured pass- port, for be bad shown it to an officer of the General Safety corps in their presence, and Louise, who bad never seen a passport before, had examined ? it from curiosity. i Eggleston’s captors apologized for ' | baving intended to shoot him as com- | placently as if they were doing so for ! having unintentionally joggled him in | passing. They dismissed him, and the | 1ast seen of bim he bad joined the Le i gires, and that is the last that bas been beard of him. His reports to his paper | suddenly stopped. There are those | who suspect tbat this ending of the story is incorrect and that he was really shot as a spy. But such per sons do not consider that there is al- ways danger of a man being carried away by a pretty girl even if there are plenty of warriors handy to do the jub. ] I A Story of the Great Elizzard By GEORGE V. EDSON It was the nigbt that the great bliz- zard of 1888 came whirling down from the clouds. I, a medical man, was out on the road driving home in my buggy (that was before the day of automo biles) about 1 o'clock in the wmorning The snow grew deeper and deeper, and I began to get uneasy My horse now and again would stop and look about him, apparently as uneasy as 1. Dumb animals, though they rre more easily frightened than men. sometimes mani fest a strong sense of danger under what may appear ordinary circum | ! stances. | Where was a large, square brick ! house beside the rond a few hundred feet ahend of me. 1 could distinguist | its dark bulk, there being no lights within 4 Meanwhlle I was becoming beoumb ed and drowsy. | remember reaching { & point directly before the house, get ting out of the buggy and fdoundering to the door. | hoped tv secure assist: ance to get my horse under cover This is the last | have ever been able to recall of belng out in that terrible blizzard. The next thing before me was the doot opening and a man, very pale and ex- cited. saying: “Come In, doctor., We were fearful that you would not get here.” The house was lighted and servants were moving about hurriedly, just as | decided 10 nad often scon_thvis Qoing 1 ho —— ) DI D) [DRK Nerad S — T o< e where™ some~one~ wiis™ very’ MI” TGe man who admitted we led me upstairs and into a room where a girl appar ently about eighteen years old lay on , & bed. My conductor turned down the | bedclothing, spotted with blood. and ! revealed towels that were used to stop hemorrhage. | cautiously removed them, but, seeing the red fluid pour out, 1 quickly replaced them. While thinking what to do 1 glanced sbout the apartment. The furniture was such as was used during the early part of the nineteenth century, the bed on which the girl was lying having & canopy supported by four high posts There were heary curtains to the win- dows Near a fireplace stood two per sons, an old woman and 8 young man, who were looking at me appealingly. | i | save the girl's life. 1 noticed that their dress was old fashioned. They resem- bled each uther, and | guessed they were mother and son The mother's | city, to be made the subject of & so- arms were about ber boy. Casting a glance at the man standing beside me, | saw that be was about the age of the woman with her son and judged that he was the husband and father. Ou a lounge lay a sword, and there was blood on the blade. | formed a conclusion, largely from the and | knew they were begging me to: young mun's agonized appearance, that ' he had stabbed the girl. I bad no instruments with me, but 1 needed none, for | saw that the gir! was dying. To stanch that fow of biocod was beyoud my skill. I replaced the bedclothing and stood over the in- valld, avoiding the appealing gasze of the otbers until it was plain that all ; was over, then turned away. After leaving the room it seems to me now that I walked into oblivion, for 1 was , mot conscious of anything till 1 felt something hot passing down my throat | opened my eyes and saw a man hoid ing me, while another man was hoid ing a flask. 1 don’t suppose that my vision, dream or whatever it was could have lasted over two or three minutes. The men saw me drive by the house they were In, a few hundred yards below, and. realizing that 1 was In danger, started after me. | had left my buggy and, bewildered by one of the whirlwinds that came without intermission, bad fallen In the snow. They put me back Into my buggy and managed to get the team and me to their house, where a cheerful fire was blazinz, und after another hot dose | was put to bed, where | slept soundly-till morning. All that day the snow came down, whirling as it fell. and the nest day also. [t was sev- enty hours before the rond became | passable and | got away. Before lenving | expressed a desire to go into the house before which 1 bad been rescued. The persons with whom | had been lodged told me that it was vacant and the key In posees- slon of A man and his wife living a short distance up the road. 1 begged them to borrow It for me, which they did, and | went to the bouse and en- tered it Now comes the singular part of my story. | had certainly not been In that house before. and yet | saw it just as 1 bad seen it when admitted@ by the man who hud led me to the bed of the stricken girl. The passageway was the same. the room was the same. and there stood the great four poster bed- stend But the bed was made up, and there was no one except myself pres- ent. I \nquired If anv murder bad been committed there, bul ue ONeé remem- bered auy such ogeurronce- . At. the ~ T o<y oSN Water Carnival, Brilliant with Fireworks. was very old—more than & hundred vears—and much might have taken slace there that would not be known .3 succevding genorations. What is my theory? Well | am 8 medicn! man and in my old age am beginning to realize that there are many thinzs in the universe beyoud our ken. | bave mo theory, but I do pot belfeve my vision was a Were dream Heart to Heart Talks By CHARLES N. LURIE LOOKING FOR THE TOUGHEST KID. “Wanted—The toughest kid in this clological experiment.” No, there was no such advertisement in the newspaper. But— The search was made for the tough- est boy, just the same, in a dozen cities. Not the toughest boy of all, but the worst lad in each city. Some of the leading social workers of America wanted the dozen to try on them some plans they had in view for the reclama- tion of bad boys. After they were dis- covered membership in the Last Chance Boys' club was to be offered to them and they were to be taken to a ranch near Reno, Nev., where they would have opportunities to become good men. Now— This may or may not be a good way to reclaim a bad boy. Good results have been gained in some cases by taking the street kid away from his old environment—trans- planting him, as it were, in a better soil. But®ometimes the terribly strong | “call of the city” brings him back. and be 18 bappier in the dirty soil of the slums than in the clean sofl of the farm. Then again— Like the newsboy of New York who was taken west and later became gov- ernor of a United States territory and others who, helped by the Children's Ald society and other philanthropical agencies, achieved success, the tovyl kid may bear transplanting well into a foreign soll and strike his roots deep. Each individual needs careful, indi- vidual treatment. There is no set rule whereby one may deal with newsboys, | tough kids or any other class of per- son. There 18 too much tendency among charity workers, philanthropists and soclologists to speak of “types.” Cer- tain large, rough distinctions may be made, of course, but in the last anal- ysis there are found many individuals who defy grouping. However— Doubtless most of these tough kids from the city will be benefited by the | ranch treatment. Their cases have| been diagnosed by experts, and the ;-unspllnution treatment is *‘Indicat- STICK A PIN HERE — The Busy Merchant Advertises ' % Unless YouKnow Where To By IF YOU KNOW The Selection will be the best The variety unmatched ‘The quality unsurpassed The price the Lowest All these you find at our store h 3 s g Best Butter, per pound . -Sugor, 17 pounds Cottolene, 10 pound pail . Cottolene, 4upound pail ...... 4 pounds Snowdrift Lard ...... ... Snuwdrift, 10 pound pails ......... i Just trade with us z This sctiles the question of living R4 E 4SS EOF ISP PR PRI POP. ; "3 cans family size Cream ......... 12 pounds best Flour ...... ...... 1-2 barrel best Flour ..... # 375 25 23 60 E. 6. TWEEDELL PHONE 59 Octagon Soap, 6 for ...... Ground Coffee, per pound ......... 5 gallons Kerosen i 1SS EPbd PH. FISCHER & "SOI ESTABLISHED SINCE 1894 Equipped with Modern Electrical Ma chinery we are able to do your Repairing at Short Notice. We use Best Materia and Guarantee all Work at Satisfactory Prices Also a fine line of RATTLESNAKE and ALLIGATOF BELTS. POCKETBOOKS, Shoes, Hand Bags, Etc. Work Called for and Delivered We pay Farcel Post charges one way, on amounting to $1.00 or over PH. FISCHER & SON 111 South Florida Avenue, Phone 401 any Work | $2PESEPPEPLFPIPPLTRITOIT GIPP the year occurs at the Wi toria tonight for the Nurs S Child’s Hospital. The first | New York, Feb. 2.—The annual given sixty years ago by BIG CHARITY BALL charity ball, the most important of |ciety. UARY 12°13; 11915 et e gD mm‘iHlli‘n'.nufinmmm!l(Ilhffi‘lu?“h'nfb. } FIVE DAYS YOU'LL NEVER FORGET TAMPA Everyone is in Search of Happiness IS PREPARING TO GIVE IT TO YOU SERVED IN A JOLL' AND UNIQUE FORM y ¥ TAMPA Wants You Here, and Trusts Nothing will Interfere. TAMPA Is Going to Show You a Anything of its Kind Ever Attempted. Carnival That's Going to Eclipse TAMPA Learned Lots from Its Last *s Carni: n Where to Improve on that Delightful Onc‘ca:i’on. .y i . T FANTASTIC PARADES ARTISTIC PARADES ~ MASONIC PARADES EVENING PARADES and “PARADE PARADES” Constantly Day and Night A Spectacular capture of Tampa by KING GASPARILLA AND “YE MYSTIC CREW™ Music by Countless Bands, Street Carnival Aasceansions Dances. rarely Costumed, Aerial Flights and Balloon ALL TO BE FREE Tampa detests “hold up™ entertainmeants. Everything is offered to you without “a string tied to it > - > > >