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I GAAIE AXP BRAVE TO THK LAST, j On? of the most moving of the many | experiences of Mr Donald Thompson, j fipr.cial photocraphcr of the, New Yo<\k ■ World,' one of whoso adventures with the ; j German army in Belgium is n.arrated el&c- ---) where in this issue, was the execution of a j: British roldier as a spy. This is tho story j told in Mr Thompson's own graphic way : | ] If. happened last Thursday at a village j ' pear Nieuport. I in my quarters I ' when I heard tho soldiers outside the door j ' argiily crying out ''Rnclischl Englis-ch ; " I' I ran out and saw some Uhlans bringing in i ( a man dresfed in civilian clothes but wear- ! ' a khaki shirt. He was unmistakably j a British soldier. Ho was a buj,, blonde ' fellow, woefully dirty, unshaven, his hair < all matted. .Soinr, of the German soldiers J vho knew English pointed at him, shout- l inp to me "Spy! Spy!' 1 I followod tho ' little procession as far as a farmhouse, J where the headquarters of this German ' outpost were. I knew tho fellow was Eng- * lish, you see, and I wanted to see fair, j J But they would not let mo in to where ' the court martial was sitting to try him. ' so I had to wait outside. They told mo £ they had caught him spying, and had I taken a lot of plam and notce away from him. I didn't know anything about tho man myself, not even the name of his regi- ( ment, except that I could, tell by his ap-p-earanco that he was not an officer. For all I know he may simply have been one : of the English who were cut off in tho re- | treat from Antwerp, and. was trying to i make tho British or Belgian lines. an Hour.— j They were ir. tho house about an hour. I Then they brought him out, just four men ' (with loaded rifles) and an officer. Ho was not bound, but walked quite free between his guards, very straight and calm and quite unmoved. At the sight of that Englishman going to his death with eyes shining, head up, and shoulders squared, the tears fairly came into my eyes. I forgot , all about being p. neutral, all about being an. American, and all about the Germans, and just felt I couldn't bear to see what was i going to come. As> he passed me I eaid ! aloud—l felt I had to speak—" Good-bye, : old chap, and good luck'" He just turned I his head and looked at me and smiled a ! little smile, as if to thank me and to say he did no* mind. They stood him up in the middle of the toad. Away in the dis- j tanoe the shells were falling, and further down the road a German regiment was 1 coming along with noisy drums and fifes, j As the firing equad—just the four guards— j stood back to take up their position, the j Englishman drew himself up at attention j with a click of the heels, braced his shoul- I ders, and threw up his head, game and \ brave to the last. It was all over in a j second. 1

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HOW AN ENGLISHMAN DIES, Evening Star, Issue 15686, 28 December 1914

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HOW AN ENGLISHMAN DIES Evening Star, Issue 15686, 28 December 1914