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Show NOTHING DOING IN THAT LINE ! geon until tomorrow morning, when, I at 6:30 o'clock, you shall die the ! ceath of a spy 1 " ! "Dot's vere I fool you," smilingly i returned the Dutchman. "I neiler get i up befort half past eight." leader and through an intepreter ordered or-dered to explain his actions, which he was told wert considered suspicious. suspici-ous. The German tried to make plain the fact that he was a mere pleasure pleas-ure seeker, and that a map of the surrounding country found upon him was only a road guide, not a map of the enemy's camp. But his surprisingly good-natur-d explanation proved unavailing and finally the chief thundered out: "You shall be confined in the dun- 3erman, Condemned to Death as a Spy, Interposed an Objection Seemingly Insuperable. A Droll traveler of German extrac-:ion extrac-:ion was once touring one of the ;urbulent Balkan states during the jrogress of a series of uprisings hich terminated In a more or less farcical civil war. While leisurely lacing the road between two antagon istic towns one day he was suddenly pounced upon from the rear and made prisoner by half a dozen glowering insurgents. in-surgents. Loudly protesting his innocence of any complicity in the revolt, he nevertheless was led away to the nearest settlement, more astonished, however, than frightened. After being be-ing confined for about twenty-four hours he was brought before a rebel |