The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-10-11

and fmplacable. Il Is q terrible afyair
to get into Antwerp. You watt and
wait and wait, and az last you get
to q soldier. You show your passport
and ne reads It slowly. oh. so slowly,
while two soldiers stand on each side
OF you, their bayonets horribly near.
What are you coming to Antwerp for?
Where are you going? Where do you
come from? Explain your presence.
And explain you must, or never viii
you get In to that inner line OF bayo.
nets that yet awaits you.
"Out of the station at last, safe
through 1t all, famished, worn out, but
happy at having really arrived at ones
goal. Into the restaurant crowd of
priests come hurrying, their long,
black robes Tapping heavily. and soon
they are begging for my Daily Mail.
that bought at Ostend. They hang
over the pictures OF the British troops
arriving IN Ostend, end presently.
looking up, discover curious SIGHT.
One by one all that restaufant--wait.
ers, customers. managers and all
have crept towards the priests, table
and are craning their heads to catch
q glimpse of what mean more to them
than anything else - pictures - for
they never have pictures In their pa.
pers, never any pictures at all, and as
many OF them cannot read. these pho
tographs are life to them.
Ready for the Siege.
Antwerp Is crowded. Her streets
are full wherever you,go. Vailed In
all around with magnificent fortifica-,
tions. she stands ready for siege. Sol
diers and gendarmes are everywhere.
At every third step you are called on
to halt ut the point of bayonet.
'How beautiful Antwerp Is. She has
glorious beauty all her own. In
the golden, blazing sunlight thousands
OF banners are floating in the wind,
enormous banners, hanging out Of
those great, white houses that stand
in the magnificent avenues lined with
acacias, hanging out of all the shops
and houses along the Chaussee de Ma,
lines, hanging even from the cathe-
dral-banners, banners, they are ev-
erywhere. Hour after hour one drives
about and there are banners always
gold, red and black, floating every
where. That black gives a curiously
majestic IL somber look to the city.
I confess don't quite like Il. and II
were Belgian would raise heaven
and earth to have the black taken out
Of Ey national Gag.
might falls-a soft, warm, summer
night and in semidarknees we dine
at our hotel, with the walters moving
about like specters. Then we go cut
Into the streets again. It is eight
o'clock. The city has drawn down all
its blinds. all its shutters. No lights
burn IN the streets. No lights show
IN the houses. All the cafes and res.
taurants are in darkness. Through the
darkness. filled always with q shiver-
ing dread, people move ehcnt, toe rest,
less to remain within doors in this
sitting August heat. and over all ia
silence. In silence the guards stand
before the big. white royel nalaca,
where faint lights are dim behind the
heavily curtained windows on the
c--N Aooae oOoA tu0 Sli6uC0 ana the
darkness. 80 poignant and significant.
grow too much for ones nerves. and
the streets empty, and we win 70
home to our haunted homes, too ex.
hausted by our emotion to care much
II the zeppelin does come tonight.
Early next l.iorning, while the dew
was fresh. i went to the outskirts of
the city to look at the mined waters
end armed trenches, but was prompt.
~ held up by two soldiers. They leaned
from each side into my carriage and
demanded what I was doing there.
Ihe Younger one-he was only a boy
looked very fierce and tried a ruse.
He spoke to me in German. ] was Just
In time to aaya myself from replying
In that fatal language. Then he point.
ed to the top OF his bayonet. The
Older soldier frowned at him and said,
NO, no. Ellie est Anglaise.' But the
boy looked very fierce. He was very
young-I hope the Germans viii never
get him.,