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A JAPANESE SPY.
BY LEO WESTMEATH CRANE. It was a kvw-eaved place where cat tle had once been stabled. Ho Tol and yjC man and twenty-odd others now occupied it. plucking out from bis t>ed a strand 0f straw having a tasseled end. the cunning Ho Toi began dragging it deli cately over the face of the man be side him, cautiously, ready at the slightest alarm, to drop down in r feigned sleep. With a sigh and a con vulsive movement the man turnfd to seek relief, twisting into a new pose, gut ever followed the straw. Ho Toi trembled; the man might do a thou sand things other than that desired. Ho Toi caught his breath—as with a j little puffing of the lips the man mur mured: "Please—do not, O Hana!” The words were Japanese! Japan ese! Yet the man was dressed as a ' coolie, and was within the Russian \ lines—beyond Harbin. "Better for him had he been born dumb, ’ muttered Ho Tol, laughing a moment later in cunning triumph. "So —In five days at most will I be on the road back to my country.” At thin gray dawn Ho Toi and his bedfellows were aroused. The coarse oaths of a soldier startled them from sleep. They were marched, a gaping, stum bling company, to a place near the -:-■> THEY BENT TO LI FT THE TIMBER. river bank, where each was served a portion of rice; and when this food had been devoured ravenously, the day's work upon the bridge began. The bridge was a part of that slen- ; der thread which the Russian spider I had swung from continent to conti nent. Ho Toi and his twenty-odd bedfel- , lows, though hut so many atoms In the j millions to be ensnared, were for the moment invaluable to those woo wished communication quickly estab lished. When they were set to work, Ho Toi sought out the man whose cry he ha i i beard in the night. They bent to lift the same piece of timber, and they carried it. stepping from trestle to tres . tie over the river. When at a safe distance from the watching soldier, Ho Toi began: "Where Is your home, brother?” “In the country about Pel Thang.” • Ahaa—I knew you for a stranger. The people there are so—so different from the rest of us.” "1 had not noticed—” replied the other man slowly. “They are so like the Japanese! When Ho Toi said this he watched the man keenly. “I have not known those people,” he said, simply. “Is it so,” eagerly went on Ho Toi, assuming great enthusiasm. "When were you in that country, my friend?” blandly asked the other. "That is—I have heard as much,’ corrected Ho Toi, tn some haste. "I have never been so far south as thl3 before. I am from the upper hills. Several traders once came through my country, and they told me many things. The Japanese are indeed a mighty peo ple. Think of their blowing up that bridge when the sentries were at bo;h ends of it. You should be proud— There is something about your eyes—’ The growl of a soldier close oy caused Ho Toi to close his little argu ment so sharply that his teeth could be heard to click together. Nifeht and loneliness settled down upon the river. Thirty tired men sat about a fire. Gossips, while not unknown In that country, are generally found among those who have foresworn the virtu ous life. A few of these were apa:t and talking. “In my mind there is a grave feel ing concerning the bridge,” said Yeng Soi. “It will soon be finished. Then we will rest, my brothers.” ‘ There may he other bridges,” sage ly remarked the man at Ho Toi's side. “Then let us pray there may he other fools,” rejoined Yeng Soi, groao lng at the very thought. ”1 do not I think I have worked so since I was a child, and then 1 knew no better.” . “Or it may chance that this same bridge will need new mending,” sud denly spat out Ho Toi, and joggling the arm of the one next to him, he called out as if jesting, "Eh, brother, What do you think?” "I do not understand—when a bridge Is fixed, is It not fixed?” “Pooh—” growled Ho Toi. “Have Y°u not had the stomach ache twice?” "That may he,” admitted the other. “I doubt if he ever had two such Pains as this bridge has suffered," put in Yeng Sol. “It would re quire a new man to wreck the bridge, •nd such men are scarce. The man »ho~” i 'Well, well, let us hear It again,” I submitted one of the group, who had more than once listened to Yeng Soi's recital of this great happening. Yeng So! grumbled a bit to himself. But he could not resist the temptation to talk, and began: , It was night and raining. The river came booming along, asking for I corpses, the water snarling tip at the I supports of the bridge, each wavelet j like the clean white fang of a wolf. A spy had crawled out among the lower bridge timbers, carrying with him a bundle of devil’s powder, but— just before he fired it, a soldier saw him by a wink of the lightning. There was a shot. Then the most terrific noises were born. The gods themselves could not make greater thunder even when drunk. Next morning the bridge looked like a camel whose back has been broken by a beam. The man who caused it all was found tossed in the fishing nets below the village.” Ho Toi shuddered once during this recital. The thought of a man cling ing to fishing nets all night, only to find death in the dawn, chilled him. At that point the man he watched had laughed. Ho Toi could not relish that laugh. The mind of him was troubled. The man knew him now for a meddle some fellow. Yet he knew the man for a spy! Bui he must have proof—facts. For the deliverance of one accursed spy would the Russians grant him liberty, so that he might journey to the upper hills. During the early hours of the third morning—the changing of the guard, when sentries are most drowsy—the man sought to run the outpost. It was during one of the sleepless vigils of Ho Toi. The air was bitterly cold. The man slipped out at the shed door. Hoi Toi eagerly followed the man. He had gone toward the river. Ho Toi saw him searching the bank for something. After awhile he came upon a boat. Ho Toi listened to the faint dipping of the oars as the boat brushed away into the dark. “He will drift down upon the bridge,” muttered Ho Toi, musing in bis cunning way. “That boat was left for him—it is all arranged. There are soldiers at botli ends of the bridge—if I te.il them they will earn the reward, and I will go back to the sheds with those dirty pigs. No—I must do some th mg—” A puffing noise caused him to cease planning and glance about iu nervous alarm. A line of empty cars was mov ing over the railroad toward the bridge. Ho Toi hurried after the moving train. Nimbly he swung himself upon one of the last cars and lay at full length on its top. Soon a low rum bling told him they had passed the bridge's end and were crossing the river. Waiting until some distance from shore, he slipped down to the beams of the trestle. There was noth ing now to be seen but a few shadowy timbers, beneath which an inky cur rent surged with a low incessant sob bing. Ho Toi had begun to curse himself for a frozen fool, when a faint swish ing sound came to his ears. A long shadow drifted swiftly out of the black and snuggled in under the bridge. He could hear the soft rubbing of a boat. Like a fat toad lie plumped down in the stern. The boat danced a trifle, as if surprised, the water plashing be j neatn it. There was not a sound from tlie man j in the bow. Each stared silently at i the black shape of the other; each 1 waited for a vicious shot from the low girdle of the bridge. It did not come. A moment later they had slipped away on the river marsh. Ho Toi gathered himself together— he saw the man's shape waver—and with a low cursing they grappled in the center of the swaying boat. The man linng To Hoi backward and fell upon him. The boat tipped and stag gered as a drunken thing. Ho Toi’s head went wholly under. He made a [ furious effort, choking—he drew up | his legs—the boat writhed—struggled free of them both—went dancing away. A Russian officer who liked fish for his breakfast sent his orderly with the rivermen to their nets. “Ah-haa! A man!” cried one of the fishers, pointing to a bending pole. They dragged into the boat an un couth, half-drowned object. It was seen that the man’s hand clutched an other clammy burden caught in the sagging net. With some difficulty they released the second mass from the man's im bedded lingers. When brought to shore and toasted back to living, ho was asked of this. "My brother—he could not—swim. His head was heavy—I could not— hold him up— ’ he gasped. Twice during the inquiry he fainted from exhaustion. At one time the sur geon sincerely believed him to be dead. And all the rest of the day he lay huddled in a corner, weeping bit terly for the brother lie had been un able to save. After a long time this became monotonous, and the soldiers, ceasing their questions, kicked him and his sorrow out into the cold. Three nights later, according to the story of Yeng Sol, who is a very holy man, the gods again became drunk, and after much bellowing, left the bridge a second time as a camel whose back has been broken by a beam. The upper hills are yet waiting foi Ho Toi. ' (Copyright, 1906, by J seph B. Bowlee.) 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