The Detroit times., 1914-09-22


destroyed the bridge over the villags
brook. There were neither rides mol
ammunition In either place; probably
never had been.
The town OF Tirlemont. where small
arms were stored In Q desperate do
sire OF self-protection, mas been badly
shot up. but still stands.
In Brussels and the Belgium. where
Prussian soldiers arc exposed to for
eign observation. they conceal theil
regimental numbers while the ofliceri
refuse TO give their names. Thus at
rocities are the work Of anonymous
men.
Battle Records chaiksd on {,
Machine Guns. !,
Within the German Gordon suci
safeguards seem unnecessary. Sack
ed Tiriemont IL filed by dragons o.
the sixty-sixth. twenty-sixth and thir
ty-fourth regiments Of the line. The
Place. du Marchi IL crowded with ma
chine guns, on whose. steel shields
are chalked each gun crews record %
far In the war. On the walls Of thu
thirteenth century. church the Prus
Sian army has pasted posters printed
In three languages. giving up the FOL
lowing exact news OF the war: =
"The English are being driven int
the sea-"
"The French have retreated t.
Paris"
"Germany's campaign il all ovel
but collecting the indemnity"
Two refugee women at my shoulder
sobbed piteously. A sentry reprovet
them with blows In the abdomen from
the butt OF his gun.
Utterly cowed, we turned away
Tirlemont IL not Belgian any more. Il
reads the Prussian placard-nov
part OF conquered German province
All, All, Homeless, Pennliess, Heart
Broken Wanderers.
The straight. tree-snaded road te
Grinde IL crowded with homeless wan
derers; hundreds Of wan-faced WON
en-, children whimpering at Their
skirts; scores Of ageing men in self
respecting home-spun. determined
little boy carrying his pet kid, a CIR
clasping her bolt OF wedding linen
youths with the essential part Of their
textile tools strapped to their backs
strong old women staggering under
huge jars. dogs tugging at over-laden
trucks, cart with q white flag, Q
dying child In Its fathers arms, pa
ralytic. blind man-all, all OF them
homeless, .penniless. neart-broken.
Yet In their misery they find pity
for sharper sorrows. That religious
woman, lying In the wheelbarrow, Is
the sister of the army scout, John
Markin. whom. II Is charged, dragons
buried alive, head downward. and
whom Belgian chasseurs discovered
and disinterred-too late.
In silence, In terror, we crowd down
the once peaceful road, hands raised
passports humbly held before US
Every few yards there Is a sentry to
be passed, perhaps placated; an over.
strained. sullen soldier who commands
with a bayonet and argues with a gun
butt.
Farm Laborers With Lance Wounds.
In the level fields. golden with
wheat, lie wrecked reapers and ruined
steam plows--all the simple wealth of
the farming community. Broken men
with tense faces, many OF them
wounded by lance thrusts, garner the
sugar beet harvest.
The air Is foul with the odor Of de-
cay, OF unburied sheep, poisoned by
owners who refused to feed the In
vader Of their free country. All the
sign boards are effaced to battle the
incoming enemy.
I'VE are defeated. but we are not
conquered" muttcrs tie brave old
man who helps me rope load.
In Roesbek white flags hang from
every house front, here housewives
embroidered towel, there lace-edged
pillow case. Being non-combatants,