The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-12-12

BY several inches, ocrapod agatnot the
pediment Of an ancient Roman edinco
and sped up TO the sky. ] looked bach
a. cleared the housetops. The two
gendarmes were waving their hands q
me imploringly. hated to leave them,
but the memory Of my mission came
to me to spur me on. and new like
the wind. Soon Avignon was but Z
blot In the distance.
| That night slept under tree In
the wild mountain region of the
] Basses-Alpes. At dawn continued
my course directly eastward. Now no
sign Of human habitation was 70 -
seen. There was nothing but ranges
OF lofty mountains. The cold became
intense and the air currents trsach'
erous. Time and again was caught
in gusts Of icy wind. beaten, bufIetsd
out Of my path. Over me the sky
was Of intensest blue; round and DO
meath me lay the 10y SUBMITS OF the
Alps. MY teeth chartered and my
hands grew 20 cold that could scarce
~ feel the levers. Nothing but the
intensity of my purpose could have
| oASUA0o NO W A1CO tues OisSOA "AA4~s
At last. toward afternoon. just ~ I
began to think that had missed my
path, when I felt that ! could hold
out no longer, perceived. very far
southwark. . long. blue, monotonous
line on the horizon. My heart leaDed.
. new and feverish determination On
tered into me. 1t was the sea, the blue
water Of the Mediterranean. that lay
before my eyes. Now the last stage
was approaching. So far l had con-
Queredl
wheeled southwark and began to
descend the long valleys of the Mari
time Alps.
The air grew warmer. tho descent
more precipitous; glided downward
on the rushing winds exultingly. and
ever nearer l saw the distant sea, un-
til the narrowing horizon shut 1t once
more from view. But when l left the
last Of the snow-capped ranges behind
nae the sun suddenly sank and en-
tered region of twilight. 1t had been
dark for an hour upon the lowlands
while was battling In the sunlight.
before 1t grew entirely dark or run
the risk OF falling into the sea. Out
OF the mountainside saw the white
road. the great highway between
France and Italy. centuries old, de-
bouched upon its way to Nice. whence
1t wound through the Principally Of
Monaco. Clearly I must descend
/ xx,hA Oh Ia
and where the Minister of the Interior.
actuated. did not doubt, by interests
inimical to mine, could not arrest my
journey. In the falling light saw of
q sudden the little square topped build
ing OF the French customs house on
the Monaco border, and the Monaco
customs. not a dozen meters distant.
made for the latter. shut on my mo-
tor and careened earthward. Al de-
scended, like great soaring eagle, l
saw men run from either building.
shouting and waving their arms at me
their cries reached me with surpris-
ing clearness. dropped to earth.
hit the ground on the French side Of
the line, and rolled half into Monaco.
90 tumble exhausted from my aero
plane.
It was easy to see that was square
ly upon the international boundary.
But my approximations were ground
less, for nothing could have exceeded
the kindness with which I was treat
ed by the onicials from either customs.
Their first surprise over, they placed
the quarters of the French officer at
my disposal. and thither adjourned
for hasty toilet. leaving the mono
plane the center OF interest. Seeing
my WEAKNESS. they scarcely pressed
= question upon me. and when, think
Ing always of the future. pointed
out the deficiency In the gasoline, the
French officials promptly filed the
tank with connscated petrol from their
contraband stores. Afterward was
the guest at an informal supper, to
which the men from either side Of the
border invited themselves.
Without doubt mademoiselle IN on
her way to Turin to compete in the
international meeting there" suggest
ed the French official.
acknowledged the false presump-
ton with q bow.
"Mademoiselle will remain here and
rest tomorrow" he continued hope
fully. TT II not often that ladies
honor III with their presence. and
those few which we see here are. un-
fortunately. much pretudiced against
u.s."
Against you. MONSIEUR" l asked.
'ImpossibIeY
He smiled and twirled his mustache
jauntily. Unfortunately. he muir
INJURED. It IL too often our painful
duty to detain their baggage"
~They show poor taste" answered.
But now, monsieur. I shall withdraw.
having Travelled AL the way from
Avignon since morning"
He started and stared at me IN un-
belief. From Avignonf" he ex-
claimed. Then mademoiselle must
have crossed the Alps IN her machine.
No. no. impossible. None but Chaves
has done it--and his tate was hor-
riblei" sSs
! saw st once the fsiseness Of the
move had made in mentioning Avis-