The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1909-05-21
CHAPTER TX.
Barred by BaYonets.

h6SteQ ny HE Sed voyage, anu glow
ing with a determination to win his
way across the border, but with no
definite idea as to what method he
should pursue, Guy Hitler landed in
Montreal. His first effort was to gain
what details he could as to the nature
of the embargo which had been placed
on travellers between the two coun.
tries, after which he lost no time in
personally studying the habits of the
border camps. Long residence in
America had lessened the broadness
of his AS, and with little practice his
RS were almost those of the aver
age New Yorker
The meager information he sue.
ceeded in gathering was not alto
gether trustworthy, as he was soon to
learn. He had been told that certain
Americans, in Canada at the time the
line of Blue was drawn, were per-
mitted to pass, and thus regain their
homes, and on this he based his first
sally. There was no trouble whatever
in gaining the encampments nor in
interviewing the officers in command
of that section of the defense. A
smart-appearing sentry passed him
over to the guardianship of a soldier
off duty, who conducted him to one of
the regulation tents which dotted the
hillside back of the line.
On the orderly's presenting his card,
voice from within hailed: Come
ia" and he entered the little house OF
canvas to find three officers engaged
in some game of cards which he did
not understand.
What can do for your" the com
mander inquired, rising from his camp
stool and still holding the visitors
card in his hand.
/ am anxious to cross the line" Hill,
lier replied.
The officer laughed and shook his
head. I'm sorry, sir, but we have
had as high as 100 applications Of this
nature in. one day, and my orders for
bid my acceding to any such re-
quest"
But you pass Americans, do you
not?"
Again the officer smiled tolerantly,
replying with good nature Not I'M
der conditions like these We have no
choice in the matter. If you are an
American, | thoroughly appreciate
your anxiety to go home; but cannot
help you
1t began to look less easy. is there
no way at all?" asked Hitler.
My dear sir" the officer answered,
the prophet Moses leading his band
across the Red sea had an easier trip
than you could make through our
lines
For a moment the courier lost pa
tience, and then as last resort he de-
c1ded to make clean breast of his
errand. Colonel" he said, Il am not
an American; i am the secretary of
the British embassy in Washington
or was up to the time of this war
come as a special messenger from
my country, bearing important dis
patches, which ] am to deliver only
into the hands of his excellency, the
president of the United States. The
accomplishment of nay mission may
nave grave bearing On this conflict,
and 1t possibly may prevent blood
she'd"
Inc colonel turned to one side and
threw down the playing cards which
ne had been holding before making
any reply. His companions looked
highly interested; but their faces gave
no hope.
Mr.. Hitler, there have been at
least 20 men before me with similar
important messages, many of whom
have come direct from other foreign
powers. The first of these / took from
them and sent forward by special
couriers of my own In each case
was given reprimand. Come here
ne said, and preceded Hitler out into
the open, where bulletin board was
nailed against tree In the very
center OF a collection of orders pasted
thereon was one which read:
General Order No. 27,007: Order