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Show II By Richard Parker 1 E I V- 4 Ul Roi Cooper Megrue M kzaaS Ju. Jul viljw' JL. M2 -L w' and co-Author u i-jp ..IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE g tjM Copyright. 1916. By The Meiulay Company - 1 SSX " .!, r An these SYNOPSIS. 10 The chief characters are Ethel "Wil- louhljy, Henry Hlrt-ettmin and Capt. Larry KcMlmoncl. The minor characters are Kir GcurKu Wutcstaft ot the British ' admiralty and Charles Brown, a New York newspaper correspondent. Kthel, a resident of Sir George's household. secretly married to Streetman, a German spy, though she did not know him as Buch. Captain Redmond, her old lover, returns to England after loner absence. From him Bhe U-arns the truth about Streetman: furthermore, that he has botrayed her simply to learn naval secrets. se-crets. The European war breaks out. Ethel prepares to accompany Streetman to BrusselH as a German spy In order to Ket revenue and serve Entrland. Captain Redmond, Ethel and Charlie Brown turn up at a Belgian Inn as the German army comes. She is Madame De Lorde. She begins to work with a French spy. In this installment you get an unusually vivid picture of how J . the German troops took posses- I sion of Belgium of her homes J ' and farms and Industries. It is a picture to make you hate war J ' and its perpetrators one to win your finest sympathy. And the , ' picture is moving the plot ac- tlon goes forward with speed. , CHAPTER XIII. Continued. A peasant, half-mad, has stopped t the inn to warn Its people that the enemy is approaching. "Hurt?" he cried. "Hurt? ' You dou't know 'em. . . . They came Into my house and, nasty as you please, wanted food. My old woman started to argue with 'em. She wasn't scared then, and one of 'em took hold of her by the arm. Maybe he didn't mean anything; but she didn't understand, under-stand, and she threw a dipper of cold water in his face like any decent woman wom-an would and they shot her. They shot her for that! Civilian assaulting an officer, they called it. ... I was out in the fields. The neighbors came and told me. And I hurried home to find her dead her that hadn't done nothing dead! . . . And I leaned out of the window and I shot two of 'em and then I ran. How I ran! And they didn't get me and they won't get me!" The half-crazed peasant peas-ant rushed off then, shouting to right and left, wherever he saw a head stuck out. of a window, or a figure in a doorway, door-way, "The Germans are coming! The Germans are coming!" And after him poured the scurrying mob. all crying cry-ing the game dread warning Charlie Brown was getting all the color the most ambitious reporter could have coveted. He turned a sober so-ber face to (old Christophe. "This ia going to be bad, old man!" he said. "It's like some hideous nightmare," Ethel exclaimed. "Yes, madame and this Is but the beginning," Christophe informed her gravely. Charlie Brown remembered then that Madame de Lorde, as she wished to be known, still lingered there. And he did not like the thought of her facing fac-ing that oncoming German horde. "If you'll go to your room, I'll come to you if you want me if there's any need." he said. "Yes yes! And oh! these poor, poor people!" she cried. "Hadn't you better close the doors?" Charlie asked the innkeeper. "Why, m'sieu, I shall only have to open them," Christophe replied. "I am not afraid, m'sieu." "I wish I had your nerve." CharLie told him. "All this has certainly got my goat. It's the limit." Christophe, by a quick, sibilant sound, enjoined caution. "M'sieu, they are here!" he warned him. He had scarcely spoken when the first of the gray-clad invaders was momentarily mo-mentarily framed in the open window. He rode a bicycle that forerunner of destruction. And a fine, clean-looking youngster he was, one of the pick of the kaiser's first-line troops. Cool, alert, businesslike, be pedaled deliberately deliber-ately on as if unconscious of the black looks that met his coming. And as he passed the inn he turned his sunburned face so that he might seize a quick but comprehensive glance at its interior. inte-rior. Cumbered with full fighting kit, as he was. he showed none of the fatigue fa-tigue that had all but overcome Charlie Brown before he arrived at the Lion d'Or. On the contrary, he looked fit as a prizefighter, trained to the minute. min-ute. And behind him rode another as like him as a second pea out of the same pod. Charlie Brown gazed at them breathlessly. breath-lessly. He was conscious of a mighty admiration for those two infinitesimal cogs in the great German military machine. ma-chine. And he said to Christophe in an awed whisper: "Gosh! They're not afraid, are they? Anyone might pot them from a window." win-dow." The thing might happen any moment. "Perhaps they are not afraid because they know if they are killed they will be well avenged." Christophe answered. an-swered. And fiien he said, "Really, m'sieu, do not speak English. I ask you to go. It may be easier for me. . . . riease, m'sieu, quickly!" The American reluctantly left the window. He did not want to miss a single detail of that amazing spectacle. But he had no wish to involve the worthy wor-thy innkeeper in any needless trouble. So he started for the stairway. "Well, you know where to find me." he said. A band was playing outside. Every moment the strains were growing grow-ing more distinct. And Mr. Brown had hardly disappeared to regions above when a German corporal led a squad of eight men bodily Into the Lion d'Or. CHAPTER XIV. Ethel Makes an Impression. Those German infantrymen were a formidable-looking company to descend upon a peace-loving innkeeper such as Henri Christophe. It was, Indeed, no wonder that he viewed them with apprehension, ap-prehension, as they stood there at parade pa-rade rest and stared stolidly Into his startled face. It seemed to him that wherever he looked he met the determined, deter-mined, impersonal, almost Inhuman blue eyes of one of those businesslike Germans. And there was something sinister in the very way they crowded his hostelry. Henri Christophe could not help feeling that even . so they would crowd every house In Belgium. To him they seemed like locusts sent by a displeased God to swarm over the land until It should be filled to overflowing. . . . And always, he told himself, there would be countless count-less throngs to fill the slightest gap In their grim ranks. While Christophe viewed them with mingled alarm and amazement, a telephone, tele-phone, sergeant joined those gray ghosts from beyond the Rhine. He carried a gun slung over his back and a field telephone In his hands. Placing the Instrument on one of Christophe's tables, he proceeded to run a wire through the doorway to the street. "The major is coming!" he announced an-nounced to his friend the corporal, who at once commanded his men to present arms. So they stood, posed like statues, stat-ues, when Major von Brenig entered, saluted the flag, and then cast a quick glance of satisfaction about the room. Just before him another figure had slipped inside the door, and returned the salute of the corporal; and now he stood impassively looking on, much as If the proceeding were merely an everyday ev-eryday occurrence with him. But however unconcerned he appeared, he was far from disinterested. However much he appeared at ease in his uniform uni-form of a German captain, he felt anything any-thing but at home in it. There was, in truth, no uniform that suited Larry Redmond so well as that of his own Irish Guards. "This Is good!" Major von Brenig told his corporal. And it was evident that Lieutenant Baum and Sergeant Schmidt, who had arrived slmultane- "You Are Quite Safe, My Child." ously with him, shared his sentiments heartily. "Can wa not spend the night here?" the major asked. Then he proceeded to avail himself him-self of the aids that the foresight of the general staff had long ago devised for just such an emergency. "Baum." he said, turning to the lieutenant, lieu-tenant, 'have you the papers and the map from the Wilhelmstrasse?" Lieutenant Baum salutM, and at once he handed some documents to his superior officer, who scanned them quickly. '"Lion d'Or!'" he read aloud. . . . "'Proprietor, Henri Christophe!' . . . Bring Henri Christophe," he ordered. At that the innkeeper himself stepped forward. "I am Henri Christophe," he announced an-nounced in a quavering voice, even as Sergeant Schmidt was starting to search for him. "Oh, you speak English!" the major I said. "Yes. ai's'.eu!" Christophe did not know why be had committed that breach of policy. But he was too frightened even to reproach himself for the inadvertence. "You are the proprietor of this inn. the officer demanded. "Yes, m'sieu!" Major von Brenig barked out an order or-der to his men. And straightway they closed both the shutters and the great door that gave upon the street Meanwhile Mean-while the major examined bis papers further. "You have a daughter," he announced an-nounced at length, "Jeanne Marie Christophe, and a servant Louis?" Henri Christophe told him that the facts were so. "Where are they?" the officer asked him then. "The servant fled with the others," Christophe replied. "My daughter is in her room, m'sieu." He turned toward the door through which little Jeanne had sought asylum. But Major von Brenig stopped him. "No, I shall do that," he informed him. And at his bidding Sergeant Schmidt sprang forward to find the girl. Her father simply pointed toward the proper door. And his heart sank as he realized the fright that would seize the timid little thing at such a summons. sum-mons. But he had not long to ponder upon that; for Major von Brenig straightway resumed his catechism. "You have six rooms," he continued. "Two of these will be occupied by myself my-self and officers for the night. You will have them prepared at once, two beds each. The other four rooms will be shared by the infantry who will be stationed here. For them you will need make no preparations." Henri Christophe bowed obediently. "You have ground here enough to graze two hundred horses," the matter-of-fact major proceeded. "You have three cows, two horses, a haystack, hay-stack, plenty of chickens and pigs. Is that not right?" "Yes, m'sieu, quite right!" the innkeeper inn-keeper replied. He was staggered, stupefied, by that amazing and accurate accu-rate inventory. "All these we shall take; but we shall of course pay for them," the officer offi-cer told him. And then Sergeant Schmidt returned, with little Jeanne cowering beside his bulky figure. ' At the sight of her father fa-ther she rushed across the room and clung to him, a piteous spectacle. "Ah, mon pere, I am afraid I am afraid," she stammered. He patted her gently. "There, there, Jeanne they will not hurt you," Henri Christophe said. Major von Brenig looked with some slight perturbation upon the sight of the frightened girl shrinking against her naiaral protector, as if he still had power to shield her from all evil. . "No, my pretty little one, we are not devils," Iff; said. "We will not harm you. I am a father myself." "There what did I tell you!" exclaimed ex-claimed the relieved Henri. "You are quite safe, my child," the major added "so long as you obey." Already the summer air vibrated with the far-off boom of heavy guns. And now s. busle in the street nnrairio blared an order to the troops that were filing past the Lion d'Or. "Oh. papa," the little creature cried. But Henri Christophe knew that the situation must be faced. "Now, Jeanne, will you prepare the rooms in four and six two beds in each? In the others these gentlemen will sleep." He bent over her in order to emphasize his words. "But we have guests already," she reminded him. Her father turned a rueful face upon the major. "Ah, m'sieu, I had forgotten. We have two lodgers," he explained. "Who are they?" 1 "One is an American gentleman, m'sieu; and the others Frenchwoman.'' ! "Well, put them out of their rooms. We must occupy them." "You hear, Jeanne?" Christophe said. "Oui, mon pere." "Then hurry, my child!" he urged her. Major von Brenig gave her one last order. "And tell those two those guests they shall report here to me at once." "Oul, m'sieu." Jeanne Christophe hurried away then. "And now, m'sieu, I go to prepare your dinner," her father told the officer. "Just a moment! You have here no firearms of any description?" "None, m'sieu." "Y'ou have no telephone?" "None, m'sieu." Major von Brenig wheeled about then, and waved his hand at some large placards which his men had already al-ready fastened to the walls of the room. ( "Now, my friend, you see those proclamations?" proc-lamations?" he inquired. "Yes, m'sieu." "It is well that you heed them," the officer said sternly. "If there is any attempt at communication with the enemy, If there is any attack on our men by civilians from this house or any other house, the inmates of tint house, together with the mavor of your town, whom we hold as hostage will all be shot. It is a warning to others We do not tllings-, but this is war, and weust protect ourselves. "PerLctly, sir," said Henri Chris- t0"We shall take what supplies we need " the major continued, "but any officer or man who refuses to pay yo a just price, you will report to me. and he will be punished. If you Remand Re-mand an unjust price, you will be punished." pun-ished." j "Yes, m'sieu." The subdued innkeeper had already started to leave the room when the officer's keen eye caught sight of something some-thing that Immediately Interested him. At his feet he noticed a hasp and padlock pad-lock And with characteristic German thoroughness he at once desired to solve the mystery. i "Wait! What's this?" he demanded. "Only the entrance to the wine cellar!" cel-lar!" Christophe told him. "Open it!" "Yes, m'sieu." Henri Christophe stooped and unlocked the heavy padlock. pad-lock. "Voila, m'sieu!" he exclaimed as he lifted the trapdoor. "Good!" said the major as he peered Into the dark cavern. "Later on you will bring up some wine. It will be excellent for tonight." Christophe had started to close the trap when the major halted him again. "Is there any outlet to the cellar save this?" he asked thoughtfully. "None, m'sieu." "Baum," said the major, "make Bure he is telling the truth that no one could escape that way." Lieutenant Baum saluted, and, detaching de-taching a flashlight from his belt he descended the steps that led into the cellar. "Now you may go cook dinner," the major told the innkeeper. Once rid of preliminaries, Major von Brenig addressed himself to Larry Redmond, who all this time had been a silent onlooker to the proceedings. "Ah! You must be Captain Karl," he said. "Yes, Herr Major!" Larry answered. "I was told that you had only Just reported your papers said on some special mission. Can I be of assistance?" assist-ance?" "I thank you, major; but at the moment mo-ment there is nothing," Larry told him. "Perhaps you will dine with me?" Major von Brenig said. He was a hospitable hos-pitable man. And he understood that Captain Karl was held in high esteem by his superiors. "I thank you, Herr Major. Auf wie-dersehen!" wie-dersehen!" Larry replied. And he walked to the door. He was not keen to dine with the German officer, and face his frankly scrutinizing eyes, and perhaps have embarrassing questions fired at him. But he saw no decent way of declining. And there was always al-ways the chance that such mingling with enemy officers might yield valuable valu-able information. If he should be caught well! that was all In the game. Lieutenant Baum, returning from the wine cellar, announced that he had discovered no opening other than the ouB turmsnea Dy the trapdoor in the floor. "Good!"' the older officer said. "Now I shall go to my room and change mv boots. I have not had them oft for over a week." "You have not questioned the French ady or the American," the lieutenant reminded him. "I shall leave that to you nnd Sergeant Ser-geant Schmidt," the major replied It was only a few minutes before Lieutenant Baum had summoned Ethel before him. He asked her name him1 Madam6 36 Lrde'" she '"A Frenchwoman?" he inquired Yes, m'sieu." He regarded her narrowly "You are perhaps a woman spv-ttey spv-ttey say the French have many SP! I must search you," he announced tn her consternation. ""ncea, to "Oh, monsieur, may I mMu y with you?" shebeyggedSPhTm.PriVate- ell, what is it?" th;'On.y I wish to show you 80me. aspS trfCk 13 ttlS?" he win. But Ethel only smiled at m ness. Lieutenant Baum wns a looking chap. ns a Kood- "Surely you are not afraid of one httle woman!" she said' arc ,y " "Well, what Is it, madamer6 agU'U' Ethel drew him sllchtlv t All but three of the lu Ltr, leted upon Henri Phrilf , Jmon 1il' drawn. But Z re m ?Pho "a1 a eyes and ears W,w nation of a possible sl!;:!SCrS3-ei"n'1' ana get an opportun i the precious informal 8 ' ; eks to the French?1'0" 8ho ! L 1 1 it. ' |