The Forrest City times., 1914-12-11

village after dusk, leaving my aero plane in charge Of some friendly farmer sufficiently removed from the center of news to prevent the disclos- ure of my identity. All these plans carried out we'll Night saw me some leagues in advance of Dion, and rest ing in a field recently mown, surround ed by gaping but not malignant rus tics. A liberal sum sealed the noun tains of their perpetual questioning, and by the promise of further reward in the morning I induced my host to drive into the town and bring me back fresh supply of gasoline. without arousing curiosity. Then l supped, and, turning into a bed of softest down, slept like log till daybreak.
 Sunday was a repetition of the day before. Long before noon l had crossed Lyon and was following the broad valley of the Rhone. Avignon was to be my destination; but here my plans miscarried. For, as l ap- preached the city at a height of three hundred feet, well before dusk few misses of my motor warned me that II was clogging, just as it had done In England. and I volplaned swiftly to the ground to avoid misfortune, land ing in the exact center of populous residential square, where in no time was surrounded by dense crowd of Provencals. cheering and mobbing me and acclaiming me by name, They climbed into the monoplane, they thrust out their hands toward me, and one held up before my eyes the latest copy of the Petit Journal There, GOV ering a whole page, l saw an atro- ciously drawn presentation of myself in the monoplane, and underneath, in large letters of black, the words: The Woman Spy, Flying Over Dijon."
 As l WAS growing desperate a couple of gendarmes forced their way through the crowd to me.
 "Mademoiselle," said one. respect fully. you may not proceed further. We have orders from the Minister of the Interior to detain you"
 For a moment I was stunned with horror. Then an idea came to me. l made no answer. but set to work with all speed in the adjusting of my motor. Whatever might happen. 1t was essen tial that the monoplane should be in order, ready for action
 The instructions are." the gen darme continued, that mademoiselle shall remain at liberty in Ayignon pending further orders. The aero plane"
 Yes, monsieur?" I answered care lessly, while my heart throbbed hor- ribly. It seemed too terrible to be true. But at any cost I must appear to acquiesce.
 Understand, mademoiselle, you are not under arrest" he continued Tt Is merely that the Minister of the h. terior has issued an order forbidding ladies to fly, owing to the dangers"
 You spoke of the monoplane." I an swered smiling What is to be done with it. For myself" I added, I am really tired of flying l shall not continue my journey to Marseilles."
 ITO Marseilles?" cried the gen darme. scratching his head. Why mademoiselle, the Petit Journal says" he hesitated.
 That you are on your way to join your lover in Italy, there to be mar ried in the clouds" put in the other.
 I breathed more freely. Evidently the real purpose of my journey was not yet known.
 The aeroplane-" persisted.
 "Peste! What are we to do with the aeroplane?" said his companion. There were no instructions"
 Let me make a suggestion" I an swered suavely. Suppose I take it