Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1915-04-21
WANTS A HELMET;
GETS IT FOR HER
BeIgian's Love Story Shows Old
Feminine Spur to Carnage
Surviving.
TROPHY FROM SLAIN FOE
Belgian Chauffeur Had No Desire for
Trenches, Willing to Serve Coun-
try Elsewhere, Till Louise
Marie Spoke.
sy EDGAR A. MOWER.

Correspondent Chicago Daily NewsO
Paris.-"Love can only say what 1t
wants by the language of life, action,
song, sacrifice, raVishment, death and
the great panorama of creation. Ed
ward Carpenter.
Love of women is playing its part in
this war, just as it has always done.
Take me to Dunkerque," I said,
brandishing my pass. The Belgian
chauffeur did not look at it.
What are you going to do there? 1t
does not make any difference to me so
long as you have pass. And if you
haven't the sentinels on the road be-
tween here and theren have you out
quick enough. I've got to get some
oil for my lamp. It's getting dark.
Come back in ten minutes and we
start"
Had Fled From Antwerp.
A quarter of an hour later / was sit
ting beside the chauffeur on the front
seat of the taxicab with my baggage
inside, while the two cylinder motor
chugged along the international high
way from Furnes, Belgium, to Dun
kerQue, in France.
Where are you from?" 1 asked after
a while. The evening mists were
blowing in from the North sea, muf-
fling the deserted fields in layer after
layer.
Antwerp"
What is your trader"
Driving a car That is, used to be
a taxi driver, but now I'm in the pO-
lice, or was before the war. That's
how can get such good speed out of
this old two-lunger. OF course had a
better car than this at the beginning,
but it got left when the 'boches' came
into Antwerp. l escaped in this one"
Red Cross Painted or Car.
You're in the sanitary services,
suppose" 1 hazarded, referring to the
red cross largely painted on the glass
front.
Yes and no. You see, we haven't
enough cars. Sometimes I transport
wounded and sometimes l bring back
nails; just anything. You'd better get
out your pass. There's the frontier
and the first control just ahead, And
say. I don't know the password-only
up till noon today. I forgot to ask for
it at Furnes. But don't worry, won't
have any trouble"
Faster motor cars than ours, great
limousines and roadsters full of French
and Belgian officers raced by in the
dark with few lights showing We
were forced to stop some distance
from the military post at the French
frontier and wait our turn to go
through the narrow IS" formed by
barbados erected in the road.
BurIy Sergeant Quiets Down.
Passes, your passes, please" CRIED
a burly sergeant of French territorials,
shining a light in our faces. He ex-
amined mine and handed it back
Where is yOurs?" he demanded of
the former taxi driver.
II haven't any," replied my compan-
ion, but don't look at me like that!
It's a beautiful thing, isn't it, terri
torials like you who've never looked a
rife barrel in the eye having the right
to stop men like me who haven't
missed a fight for three months? Can't
you see my friend here is on a special
mission and mustn't be deIayed?"
The sergeant was wavering
why haven't you the password %
he asked finally.
Now, that's a fine question" splut-
tered the Belgian, sitting up straight.
Il only left Dunkerque this morning.
/ had the password then, all right-up
till noon-'Carlo' for the French and
Castor for the Belgians. But when
got to Furnes, where I expected to
stay little while, here l found had
to take this gentleman back to Dun
kerque. Fine chance l had to get a
password"
You can go on" grunted the ser.
geant at last, and with much grinding
or clutches and brakes we moved slow
ly beyond the fare of the sentineps
lantern.
Colonel Shows His Authority.
The scene WIS repeated at three
other controls. 1t is unforgettabIe--
the lanterns, the reflections in the
canal which borders the road, the
faces, the darkness, the excessively
cold wind blowing in the mists from
the sea. At the third control we were
about to enter the IS" when there was
a clatter OF hoofs and flying stones and
voice sliced the darkness:
Get back there, tell you, and wait
your turn"
In an instant a grizzled French in
fantry colonel was upon US. His horse
suddenly kicked, champed and paved
the earth.
Get back, l say" the officer cried
Not carriage will pass until NV
men come through"
We saw no men, but there was no
use trying to argue with the colonel.
who would have taken the tongue out
of us If we had dared to protest. In
three minutes We were the head of s
Quarter Of q mile CT waiting autos