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SYNOPSIS.
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The chief characters are Ethel Wil
loughby, Henry Streetman and Capt.
Larry Redmond. The minor characters
are Sir George W.agstaff of the British
admiralty and Charlie Brown, a New
York newspaper correspondent. Ethel,
a resident of Sir George’s household,
secretly married to Streetman, a German
spy, thougli she did not know him as
such. Captain Redmond, her old lover,
returns to England after long absence.
. From him she learns the truth about
Streetman; furthermore, that he . has
betrayed her simply to learn naval se
crets. The European war breaks out.
Ethel prepares to accompany Streetman
to Brussels as a German spy In order to
get revenge and serve England. 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. The
Germans appear at the inn. Madame de
Lorde shows a German secret .service
medal and convinces the invaders that she
is a German spy. Charlie Brown barely es
capes execution. The secret telephone is
discovered and Christophe is shot as a
spy. Brown is ordered back to Brussels.
CHAPTER XVll—Continued.
“Say good-by to old Christophe for
tne!” he enjoined them. ‘‘Tell him I’m
sorry I didn’t get his chicken dinner,
but better luck next time!” He held
his band out to the major. But hand
shaking fell outside German military
etiquette. Major von Brenig saluted.
“I may warn you,” Major von Brenig
cautioned the American, “I may warn
you that if you are found off the road
to Brussels the consequences will be
serious.”
“In fact, you will be shot, my friend,”
Streetman said, to make the matter en
tirely clear. And he appeared not at
all uneasy over the contingency. In
fact, he impressed Charlie Brown as
being irritatingly cheerful.
“I know you hope for the best,”
Brown told him. He could not deny
himself that passing retort. “But don’t
worry,” he told the major. “I won’t
miss Brussels road. And, Streetman,
If you ever come to America, look me
up! I’ll give you one good time!”
“I fear he will never get to Brus
sels,” von Brenig said somewhat pen
sively, after Charlie had gone. Cer
tainly he wished the American no ill
luck. But he knew that not all offi
cers whom he might meet would prove
to be Columbia men.
“It is his own risk,” Streetman said.
“He did not have to come here. . . .
Now, major, there may be other spies.
Would it not be best to replace the
telephone and put a secret guard
around this room? Then if anyone else
comes to the telephone, we shall
know.”
• The scheme appealed to Major von
Brenig,, Accordingly, they had or
dered the man Otto to return the in
strument to its hiding place. And sta
tioning others Where they might keep
watch of the fireplace, and yet not be
seen by anyone who entered the room,
they instructed Lieutenant Baum to
arrest the first person who approached
the telephone.
“Report to me at once, in such an
event,” the major said.
“If necessary, shoot before any mes
sage can be sent,” Streetman told him.
The man from the Wilhelmstrasse
then hurried away to see General
Freund, promising to return to join the
major and Captain Karl at dinner. •
CHAPTER XVIII.
Death Hovers Near Ethel.
Ever since she succeeded in in
veigling Lieutenant Baum into reveal
ing to her the secret of the fork in the
road, Ethel had waited her opportunity
to telephone the news to the French
front It seemed to her that the Ger
man intruders would never leave the
public room, even for five minutes.
Meanwhile she had hovered near. And
at last she was convinced that the
coast was clear.
Cautiously she opened the door and
peered Inside. She saw no one. So she
stepped into the room. For just a few
moments she hesitated, to assure her
self that there was a lull in the move
ments of the enemy. Apparently they
had withdrawn to spruce themselves
up after their long march.
She nerved herself to her task.
She stole to the fireplace, glanced
over her shoulder for one last hurried
survey of the room, and reached her
hand out for the instalment. She had
barely taken it up when she heard the
command—
“ Halt!”
Ethel turned. To her startled eyes
the room seemed suddenly full of sol
diers. And giving a little cry, she
dropped the telephone upon the floor.
Lieutenant Baum confronted her
sternly.
“You are a spy for the French!” he
said.
“No, no! Let me explain!”
He ignored her protest.
"Load!” He snapped out the order
to his men. And as they obeyed Ethel
cried:
“No, uo, no! For God’s sake don’t
■boot me like that!” Trembling, she
«ood there, while they covered her
Kith their rifles.
■Then another cry of “Halt!” rang
fiKit. This time the command came
Mf om the doorway. It was Larry Red
mond who interrupted the grim busi
■■^B.
IKlJeutenaut Baum turned to him in
surprise, while the German soldiers
lowered their guns and saluted.
“What are you doing?” Larry de
manded.
“A spy for the French!” Baum ex
plained somewhat peevishly.
“A spy for the French, eh?” Larry
said as he drew nearer. “Fraulein—”
he began. And then he stopped short.
He had not recognized Ethel at first,
for her back was toward the door.
But now they gazed at each other in
amazement. “A spy, eh?” Larry re
peated. “What makes you think so?”
“She went to use that telephone. It
leads to the French,” the lieutenant
said.
“Excellent, excellent!” Larry told
him. “But —I shall investigate this
matter.”
“But Major von Brenig—” Baum be
gan.
Larry brought him up sharply.
“I am your superior officer!” he re
minded the lieutenant. And at that the
other saluted. “In ten minutes,” Larry
continued, “you will report to Major
von Brenig that you captured the spy
—that she is here in my charge, and
wiil he be kind enough to come here
directly.”
“Yes, Herr Captain!”
“In ten minutes, lieutenant! . . .
It is for the fatherland!”
“Ten minutes!” Baum replied. And
once more he saluted.
At a sign from Baum the soldiers
withdrew, with the lieutenant leading
the way.
Larry waited till the last man was
out of the room and the doors had
closed behind them. Then he sprang
to Ethel’s side.
“Ethel! They caught you at the
telephone?” he cried.
“Yes!” That was all she could say,
as she faced him pitifully.
“Then they knew; and ’twas a trap
set for you?”
“Oh, Larry, what will happen to
me?”
He tried to calm her fears.
“There, there, my darling—no more
harm shall come to you!”
Already his active mind was formu
lating a plan for her relief.
“But what are we to do?” she asked.
She felt helpless, incompetent to act,
to devise any means for saving herself
from the fate that hung over her.
“Now, my dear, since they know
you’re a spy there’s no great chance
for you to escape through their lines,”
he said. “So for the moment, go into
that room —” he pointed out a door to
her —“go in there, lock the door, and
when they come back I’ll do the best I
can with a bit of explainin’. . . .
Come!” ... He started for the
door of the room where he meant to
hide her. when his foot caught on
something—it was the padlock that
was pushed through the hasp of the
trapdoor of the wine cellar—and he
tripped and all but fell “Sure, trippin’s
a bad sign," he exclaimed. “I’ll not be
married this year. I—” He paused as
a thought struck him—an inspiration,
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“For God’s Sake, Don’t Shoot Me Like
That.”
it seemed. And for a brief instant he
looked down at the contrivance at his
feet.
“What is it?” Ethel inquired.
“My dear, the wine cellar—quick!
It’s a great chance!”
“What do you mean?” she asked
wonderlngly. He had already pulled
up the trapdoor. The padlock had not
been closed. “You want to hide me
there?”
Somehow, she shrank from the i
thought of descending into that dark i
hole. It seemed to her that once she '
sought that shelter they would surely
find her in the end.
“No, no! ’T would be the first place
they’d search,” he replied. He pulled
THE BULLETIN, IRWINTON, GEORGIA.
a flashlight from his pocket and crept
down the steps as he talked. “Wait!” <
he said. And in another moment he i
bad so placed the light at the foot of I
the stairs that It/ beams shot upward
through the opening. “That’s it, that’s ;
it!” he exclaimed delightedly. He was
still standing upon the cellar floor.
“The light’s shining in your face! Look! ,
Can you see me?” he asked.
“No, no! The light blinds me. I ,
can’t see you at all!” she told him.
He came up quickly then.
“Good —good! Now listen! . . .
If somebody peeked down there,
wouldn’t ‘they think a desperate wom
an was standing at the foot of these
stairs waitin’ to shoot the first man
who tried to come down?”
Ethel stood there in the glare of the
flashlight had listened to his plans.
“Yes —yes—l believe they would,”
she admitted, beginning to understand
his scheme.
“And that’s what we’ve got to make
them believe. Now, hasten, darlin’—
hasten! . . . ’Tis best here!” He
led her behind the cigar counter, for
he had suddenly abandoned his previ
ous notion of concealing her in the ad
joining room. “Go and hide!” he di
rected. And she crouched low in the
shadow of the counter. “Ah! God is
good to the Irish!” he exulted. “Have
you a revolver?”
“Yes, Larry!” She produced a small,
nickeled weapon.
He took it from her.
“ ’Tis rather a toy,” he said. “But
I suppose it will shoot. Then don’t let
the sound of a shot frighten you into
screaming. I’ve got to give myself a
bit of a flesh wound just in the hand.”
“No, no!” she exclaimed in increased
alarm.
“With this it can be only a scratch,”
he said. “As soon as I shoot, duck and
hide. . . . Now, here goes!”
He shot himself in the right hand,
then handed the revolver back to Ethel,
who immediately huddled behind the
counter. Then Larry banged the trap
door shut. And backing away from it,
he waited for the men who as he knew
would soon come running in.
In another moment they burst upon
him.
“Herr captain—you are wounded!”
Lieutenant Baum cried.
“ ’Tis nothing,” Larry replied. And
he proceeded to bandage his bloody
hand with a handkerchief.
Others joined the startled knot of
Germans—among the newcomers, Ma
jor von Brenig.
“The spy—the woman spy—where
is she?” he asked.
Larry told him that the woman had
escaped.
The major swore roundly at that.
And then Larry explained that she
had suddenly produced a revolver and
shot him. “Before I could draw my
own revolver she’d got away,” he said.
“She raised the trapdoor and went
down there,” he continued, pointing to
the floor.
The major remembered that there
was no outlet to the wine cellar. And
without hesitation he raised the trap
door, to face a blinding burst of light
He backed away quickly.
“What the devil!” he shouted.
And at the same time Larry warned
him to be careful.
“She must have one of our pocket
flashlights,” he said. “What a target
it made of you, major! And in the
dark you could not see her. could you ?”
“No!” von Brenig admitted. “And
she can pick off our men one by one
as they go down unless we rush her.”
Larry closed the door quickly.
“If I may make so bold as to sug
gest—” he began; and seeing that the
major gave him permission to continue,
he said, “If there is no way out of the
cellar save that, why waste our - men
when all we need is to leave her there
to starve—till there’s no fight in her?”
“Why not leave her there forever?”
von Brenig asked. He was, above
everything, a practical man.
“ ’Tis better still—'tis a just fate for
a spy," Larry agreed.
“Baum—run a bayonet through the
hasp!” the major ordered. The padlock
had fallen into the cellar unheeded
when Larry first opened the trap.
“Later you will make the fastening
permanent,” von Brenig said.
CHAPTER XIX.
A Surprise for Streetman.
Weil satisfied at the happy termina
tion of the episode, the major and his
men retired once more. And Larry
now found himself alone in the room,
except for a telephone sergeant who
stationed himself at the field Instru
ment which be had placed upon a table
when the Germans first reached the
Lion d’Or. At least, there were no
others present so far as the sergeant
knew. In their consuming interest in
that trapdoor, not one of the invaders
bad noticed Ethel as she crouched be
hind the cigar counter.
Ordered by Larry to leave, the ser
geant explained that Mnjor von Brenig
was expecting a message.
“Come back in fifteen minutes,” Lar
ry ordered. “I will take any messages.”
The fellow had no sooner gone than
Larry started for the cigar counter.
“Well, my darlin’, so far so good!”
he said in a low voice. And then to
his dismay he heard someone at the
street door. “Ssh! Don't get up yet!
Someone is coming!” Larry warned
the girl.
To his immense alarm and conster
nation, as the door swung open he saw
that this latest arrival was no other
than Henry Streetman.
They saluted. And as a wave of rec-,
ognition swept across Streetman’s face I
I he whipped out his revolver and cried, I
“Halt!”
"What the devil do you wean?”
Larry cried.
Streetman regarded him coolly.
“Well, Captain Redmond!” ho said.
“Well, Herr Strassman!”
“'We meet under somewhat different
circumstances from that night in the
moonlight on Unter den Linden,”
Streetman observed.
“Yes, quite different!” was the al
most jaunty response.
“Then you were in the English army.
Now, Captain Redmond, you wear a
German uniform.”
“And ’tls a good fit, too, for German
clothes,” Larry replied.
But the other was in no good mood
for banter.
“That night I gave you your life,”
he proceeded. “Now I must take it
back again. Before I call my men
have you anything to say?”
“Not a word!” Larry defied him.
“You have no message to send —the
girl you told me of?”
“I believe she can hear me when I
say that I love her and pray the good
God to keep her safe and free from
harm,” the Irishman told him in all
truth. He was serious now, was Cap-
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Streetman Wheeled About in Amaze
ment.
tain Redmond. Indeed, he saw that he
was in a devilish tight hole. And rack
his brains as he would, he could think
of no way out.
Larry was right. The girl he loved
did hear him. Before Streetman had
said another word, Ethel leaped from
behind the cigar counter with her re
volver leveled at Streetman.
“Hands up! Hands up—or I’ll kill
you!” she cried.
Streetman wheeled about in amaze
ment. And before he could collect his
scattered wits Captain Redmond had
wrested the German spy’s revolver
from him.
"Ethel, my dear, you shouldn’t have
mixed up in this,” Larry reproved her.
Streetman heard him with increasing
wonder.
“ ‘My dear!” he repeated after Larry.
“Then you know Captain Redmond?”
he exclaimed, searching Ethel's face
for the information he only now be
gan to suspect.
“I do,” she told him unflinchingly.
He saw everything clearly at last.
“Then, by God! You’re the English
man she loved!” he exclaimed as he
turned to Larry.
Ethel did not wait for Captain Red
mond to answer.
“Yes, yes, I love him!” she con
fessed shamelessly. “I’ve always loved
him.”
“Then you lied to me when you said
you hated him.” Streetman accused
her. “You lied when you said you
wanted to work against the English—
you lied!” He was like a madman, as
he realized how she had tricked him.
“I lied —yes!” she confessed. “I lied, ?
too, when I said the English fleet had
dispersed. It hadn't. It went to the
Kiel canal. I've lied to you every min
ute —every minute since we left for
Brussels.”
"You said the man you married was
a German spy—” Larry reminded
Ethel. “But you can’t be her hus
band,” he told Streetman. “I met your
wife in Berlin.”
Streetman sneered.
"Her husband? . . . So that’s
what she told you! That’s good!” He
even laughed at the thought, in spite
of the menacing revolver that Captain
Redmond pointed at him.
"Henry! Henry!” Ethel’s boldness
had forsaken her now.
She could not bear to hear such
things said—and before Larry, of all
men.
"I don't understand,” Captain Red
mond said slowly.
"Then let me explain—since you and
she are in love. It may be of some In
terest for you to know. Captain Red
mond.” Streetman could scarcely have
prayed for more complete revenge than
this.
"Oh, don’t! Don't!” Ethel entreated.
But Streetman continued ruthlessly.
“This lady,” he said, "this lady has
the honor to be—”
"Don’t say it, you dog!” Larry
warned him. And his finger curled
caressingly about the trigger of the
revolver.
"No, no! It isn’t true! Don’t be
lieve him!” Ethel urged. "I thought I
was married honestly—truly married.
. . . I loathe him. I despise him.
. . . You do believe me? Oh, say
that you do —please!”
"Os course, my dear. I love you!”
Larry said quietly, as if that were rea
son enough—and more—for his com
plete trust tn her
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Imational
swrsoiooi
Lesson
(By E. O. SELLERS, Acting Director of
the Sunday School Course of the Moody
Bible Institute, Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1916, Western Newspaper Union.)
I
LESSON FOR OCTOBER 1
PLOT THAT FAILED.
LESSON TEXT-Acts 23.
GOLDEN TEXT—They shall fight
against thee; but they shall not prevail
against thee; for I am with thee, saith !
Jehovah, to deliver thee.—Jer. 1:19.
The stirring events of this lesson oc
curred in the Castle Antonia and the
Sanhedrin hall, near the temple court
of Jerusalem; also in Caesarea, the
Roman capital of Judea, on the Medi
teranean coast, in the year A. D. 57,
just at the close of Paul’s third mis
sionary journey. The lesson pictures
two successive days of strange adven
tures in which Paul was concerned, a
narrow escape and the unexpected
providences used in his deliverance.j
The day was inaugurated by Paul’s
magic words “I am a Roman citizen,”
which caused the commander, Lysias,
to release him from the threatened
scourging, and made him more than
ordinarily careful in his treatment of
Paul.
I. Before the Elders (vv. 1-12). By
referring back to chapter 21, y. 13, we
find the charge which really underlay
all of Paul’s trouble, his preaching in
the name of the Lord Jesus. Paul’s
defense is interesting. He gives us a
rehearsal of his Christian life, laying
emphasis upon its blamelessness and j
the fact that he is not an apostate |
Jew. The high priest speaks to silence
him, but not gently. Although Paul I
for a moment seems to give way to his i
justifiable indignation, he quickly re
veals his reverence for the rulers of
the people. He then divides the san
hedrin. Read carefully chapter 22:6-7,
and compare with verses 17 and 18.
The sanhedrin could not explain this
testimony of Paul, and were seeking
to put aside the whole question. An
interesting discussion would be to con
sider the insult to Paul. Was his in
dignation right and rightly expressed?
Another question, the matter of Paul’s
apology. Just for what did he apolo
gize? Is it ever wrong to speak evil
of rulers? These were indeed days of
stress and storm. Was Paul justified
in dividing the sanhedrin in order to
conquer their opposition to' him?
Again, how God used these incidents
in the furtherance of the gosped is a
suggestive lesson for us all. It has
been hinted that Ananias was not in
his priestly garments, and therefore
perhaps not readily recognized by
Paul. Paul may never have seen him,
as he was elected high priest after
Paul had left the council. It is inter
esting to note that it is not said that
anyone struck Paul or that Paul did
not apologize for his words or deny
them to be true, but only for their be
ing spoken to the high priest. Read
in this connection what Christ said to ;
the Pharisees (Matt. 23:27). Paul ap-'
ologized because he had broken the i
law found in Exodus 22:28. In the 1
trial of Christ one of the officers struck
Jesus with the palm of his hand,
whereupon Jesus answered him, say
ing: “If I have spoken evil, bear wit
ness of the evil, but if well, why smit
est thou me?” On the other hand,
when Jesus was ill-treated by the com- s
mon soldires, he opened not his mouth. ‘
11. The Plot and Deliverance (vv. 12-:
35). Paul’s prospect was not a pleas- j
ant one. In his darkness God appeared i
to his faithful servant to cheer him
(v. 11). Perhaps Paul was tempted to j
think he had made a mistake in com- i
ing to Jerusalem over the protests of •
his friends, but evidently the Lord |
heartily approved of his testimony j
there. A dangerous conspiracy was
forming against him, but God was, as ■
he always is, beforehand with his com-'
fort and preparation for the crisis. We
have often speculated as to what be
came of the forty men who entered
into it (see v. 12) —whether they ac
tually lived up to their oath. If they
did. they must have died of starvation.
They were determined men, willing to
go any length, and fancied they were
doing the will of God. There is no
more dangerous man than he who fan
cies that he must be the judge as to
who are God’s friends and who are his
foes, and that he is the appointed exe
cutioner of God's judgment. The plot
was well laid, and seemed certain of
success, but it failed miserably. (See
Psalm 2:1-4; 64:1-10; Isaiah 41:10).
The wicked, who leave God out of
their plans, no matter how cunningly '
they plot, are doomed to failure (Rom. '
8:31). These plotters co-operated with I
the priest. Ecclesiastics have often [
descended to the lowest villainy. Men '
are not murdered today, though their ;
reputations are often blasted by un
principled and hellishly impelled pro
fessed followers of the lowly Naza
rene. Paul hud friends in this city.
His nephew's discovery and revelation,
and tiie Gentile soldier, a„ colonel, of
fered his deliverance. In the boy's
heart there must have been great ad
miration for the uncle. It would be
well for teachers of boys to have them
repeat in their own language this boy's
story. Paul was not safe in Jerusa
lem. The Roman governor recognized
the nature of the conspiracy, and the
desperate character of the Jewish fa
natics, and therefore sent him under a
strong guard to Caesarea, which was
reached after a journew on horseback,
lasting through the night and the fol
lowing day.
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