Judge — June 14, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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eee deens Ov ER Druen by Ress We raph plays. But Whyte suddenly went silent. And he was a bit ashamed, for he was about to tell a total stranger that he wished to meet a girl who was very dear to him. ‘The stranger had no right to know. So Whyte matched Bunting’s “Yes?” with a change of subject. They were soon settled together in a compartment. Bunt 1 Matin at intervals in a desultory ‘on- scanner versa The young officers, arrived in Paris, took adjo' rooms in a modest hotel on a quiet street. Buntir to know all neighborhoods through which they ed; and his fluency in French was proved by the conversat eld incidentally and at the hotel In the hotel there seemed to be an air of restraint un- ch places. But the tension of war had not cion was companion to he elieved, and su ether Whyte, anxious to s 1an who possessed his mind, apolc leaving him. Bunting had told reacha street he had mentioned as his objective mind me,” said Buntir “T also have Perhaps we may meet for « ner tomorrow Whyte went his way and found the young woman of his search—Miss Falkiner. His day was joyous, and he rounded it out by tak her to the opera In the foyer, during an entr’acte, Whyte caught sight of Bunting with a woman. There was an clement of surprise in this visual encounter. Instead of the insignia of infantry Bunting had worn, he now had upon cap and collar the symbols of the cross. And his manner had changed. He was no longer the dashing infantry officer, but the sedate army chaplain. “4 Whyte and Miss Falkiner were some distance away, but as he in- dicated his casual companion and told her of their meeting on the train, her interest seemed confined to the woman with Bunting. “She's very handsome, isn’t she, from this distance? Yet there is something strange in her appearance to me—something foreign. She’s not French, surely, though she is won- derfully stylish. If it were not for that I should say she is German!” “She's surely stunning!” replied Whyte. “But Bunting gets me! | thought he was an infantry officer!” And then he told Miss Falkiner of the change. Bunting and his com- panion moved out of range. Later they were seen in a loge. Whyte returned late to his hotel and went immediately to bed. I cited by the day’s change from hi routine, he went to sleep much later He was awakened by a knocking on his door. Opening it, he was con- fronted by a French sergeant and two poilus, with whom was an American liaison officer, who acted as interpreter “You are under arrest,” said this officer “For what?” asked Whyte, yn,” was the reply. “You came here until that phono “On susp’ with another “Yes. A young man I met on a train. I supposed he was an American infantry officer, but I saw him last night at the opera with a woman. He was then dressed as a chaplain.” And Whyte gave a clear ac- count of himself. “But where is Bunting?” he asked An assumed name,” replied the officer. * You are lucky to be able to clear yourself before the proper court Bunting, as he called himself, is Von Tauler, a notorious German spy. The woman you saw with hin is another—Frau Kleist. And we have them both.” Parson Ebony Snow Says: By A. Pun Mace H fish in yo’ hand am worth 2 in ah babblin’ brook Smiles am de bes’ kind ub fertylizer foh run down faces. Wen yo’ gits befoh St. Peter an’ he say “Whut good yo ebber do down on de worl’,” sum folks gwine ter perspiah “bout dat time Yo bettah slow up befoh de amberlance drivah goes atin” toh de place to delibbah yo’ Yo’ woan pass foh no orange so long yo" wear dat lemon "spression Ah stitch in time mebbe am only ah sign ub rumatism The Great Renunciation By Euzanetn Bary Gather cocktails while you may, ime brings only sorrow; For the cocktails of today Will be lemonade tomorrow comicbooks.com