True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
In a series of similar advertisements she became "an artist," "an
actress," and "an independent lady." That a large number of "lonely"
British officers were deceived and entered into correspondence with
her is certain. It is satisfactory to be able to say that, through
the vigilance of the authorities, she did not succeed in her object.
A certain foolish young lieutenant had a narrow escape from falling
into her clutches. He wrote--quite in good faith--that he would be
glad not only to correspond, but also to meet her when he next came to
Paris with his colonel, as he fairly frequently came to the capital,
and put up at the Hôtel Continental. However, very fortunately for
him, the meeting never came off, for before the letter had reached its
destination the lady had received her warning and sailed for the United
States.
X--TALES OF THE SPIES AT THE FRONT
Mr. W. Beach Thomas, the _Daily Mail_ correspondent with the British
Army, recounted on October 19th last a strange incident which occurred
at Armentières, where the old and more regular method of warfare then
prevailed. "Two days ago," he wrote, "a civilian was seen to leap over
the parapet of our front trench and run for the German line, which is
not far distant. He was shot dead before reaching it, _and in the
evening the Germans recovered his body_. How had he reached our trench?
Who was he? Was he spy or madman?" Few readers will hesitate over the
answer.
There must indeed be numerous spies at the Front. I am told that in
certain sectors the country people whose homes are still within the war
area are frequently suspected, and wonder has often been expressed that
the military authorities have not long ago ordered them to retire far
to the rear.
I have heard of a ploughman who, for the guidance of Hun airmen,
ploughed two converging furrows pointing directly to the position
of a concealed battery, which was later severely shelled, and of a
seemingly unsophisticated countrywoman who laid out a white sheet on
the ground, wherein to pack her wares for market, hard by another
important position that German planes were searching for. Both these
people turned out to be disguised Boche agents.
The liberty of the _mercantis_, or itinerant merchants, who infest
the rear and rob the French _poilu_ or British "Tommy" by selling him
wretched goods at an exorbitant price should likewise be curtailed.
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