The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1915-01-07
Brave MISS BROWN
BY II. N. EGBERT.

what was meant to be finality, "au
the trains in Germany have been
reouisitioned for the conveyance OF
troops"
"Ill have you know, young man."
shifted Miss Brown, that | am an
American citizen, and I'm going to
leave for Paris tonight, war or no
war"
The American woman is tradition
upon the continent of Europe, and
Miss Brown was soon the center OF
curious crowd, which had begun to
jeer her when Miss Brown, selling the
nearest of the station loafers, shook
him until his head nearly fell off his
shoulders.
However, 1t is one thing to shake a
station loafer and another to shake
the German government. Miss Aman-
da Brown. who claimed to be from
Boston, could not secure any accom-
mediation to Paris by rail.
The little frontier village OF Stur-
WITT, which was momentarily expect
ing the arrival Of the first detachment
to entrain for the camp, ten miles
further, on the debatable border line,
was quite worked up about Miss
Brown. A middle-aged art student
she insisted that her niece was wait.
ing for her in Paris. The town would
gladly have got rid of her, but orders
were strict-foreigners who wished
to cross the border must walk or
drive. no railroad passages could be
supplied.
Il don't care anything about your
orders" said Miss Brown defiantly,
settling the spectacles firmly upon her
nose. Il got shunted here from Stutt-
CART, and it's up to the government to
find me a train"
The military governor threw up his
hands in despair you might as we'll
ask me to find a train for General
Fevert," he said.
Next to Miss Brown General Fevert
was the question OF the hour-or,
rather, his whereabouts. A French
officer OF the highest distinction, and
reputed the best tactician in Europe,
he had been taking a cure at an UNI
fashionable German watering place
when war was declared. If the Ger
man government could lay hands on
him before he crossed the frontier it
would be worth, they calculated In
Berlin, q hundred thousand men.
The frontier was being combed
fine for revert, but thus far he had
succeeded in avoiding arrest.
Miss Brown, bafIled, would not &C
knowledge defeat.
We'll, get me a buggy, then" she
conceded.
The military governor laughed. you
might as we'll ask for horse" he
answered.
II can ride" said the American
woman fiercely.
Unfortunately" said the governor
suavely, "every horse and wagon is
taken over by the German govern
ment." And then he pondered deeply.
He was seriously troubled about
Miss Brown. He had gathered, from
words she had casually let drop, that
she was related to somebody attached
to the American legation at Vienna. 1t
would never do to create an interna-
tDnal difficulty with the United States.
"I'll tell you what can do" he said
to her. my little daughter has a don
key cart The donkey is old and
was going to have him killed. Do you
think you can drive him across the
frontier? Then youll be out of my
Jurisdiction and will have to throw
yourself upon the mercies of the
French"
Never mind the mercy answered
Miss Brown. Where's the donkey
cart?"
Half an hour later Miss Amanda
Brown, having grudgingly tipped her
hotel porter, was to be seen seated in
the donkey cart, with an enormous
old-fashioncd portmanteau vending
her way toward the frontier The
crowd accompanied her to the edge
Of the town. jeering, but keeping out
Of reach OF the whip she piled alter
nately upon the slow old donkey and
upon the shoulders of those who ven.
tured too near. And so Miss Brown
disappeared into the twilight.
The military governor had given al,
the time he could spare to Miss
Brown. He gave her no further
thought. When an outpost tele-
graphed a while later announcing the
arrival of mad, middle.aged Amerl-
can woman, driving slow old dsnkey,
ten miles beyond the town, and in
CURED what was to be done with her.
he consigned her geographically to an
unnamable place and dismissed her
from his mind forever.
This was as well, because the troops
came up on the night train and
| marched out to attack the French at
| dawn. When day broke the Germans,
In their trenches, We're answering a
| dropping fire from the French on the
| crest of the hill.
And then, slowly creeping between
the hostile lines, but taking a diagonal
course toward the French, came Mise
Brown In her donkey cart.
Through his glasses the German Of
iicer In charge could see that her bon.
net was set we'll forward upon her
head, and she was holding the port.
manteau with one hand and the reins
with the other.
AS the officer In command described
the event TO his own government at
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