The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-03-03
WOMAN,
HEROINE UNDER
FIRE, SAVES I
Parisienne Describes Thrilling
Dash on Bicycle Through
Bursting Shells.

bursting Sne1IS.
Paris, March s-Mademoisene
Robert Of Paris who Witnessed the
battle of Guise. has just told her
story OF the rescue of seven wounded
chasseurs.
with the report that the Germans
were coming the chief surgeon OF a
hospital had ordered practically
everybody to the rear. Nademoise1le
Robert was still at the hospital, how
ever, when a peasant came in breath
less excitement to tell how the Ger
mans were coming, and how seven
chasseurs were lying terribly
wounded in a ittle hamlet four miles
away.
SIT was already dark Made
moise11e Robert relates. I'VE had no
anbuIances or any sort OF vehicle to
bring the wounded back. But
jumped on a bicycle, determined to
try to aid the wounded men. The can
nonading heard for three days was
coming nearer and nearer, and as I
pedalled along the road I could see
flashes Of the nearing conflict.
1.-TWO miles up the road a detach-
ment of dragons challenged me, and
ordered me to the rear. 4 told them
Of the seven chasseurs.
My poor little woman one said,
There may be seven times seven
thousand back there. and you can't
get them all. can you2
81 pleaded with him to let me have
two Of his men to make an effort. He
shook his head, declaring that the
Germans would be in the village in
force, before anyone could reach the
wounded men.
st.But I couldn't go back, and the
officer finally let me proceed. The
sky had eIouded thick1y and it was
pitch dark when I arrived at the
hamlet There was not a sign of life;
the only light was that of burning
Buildings reflected from the clouds.
I knocked at several housess they
! were unresponsive as the grave, al
though am sure there were people
| in some of them.
ct finally found a barn beside the
road that answered the peasants de-
scrIpdons and putting my ear to a
crack in the door heard the plain
tive sounds that became so familiar
in the hospital; my men were there.
Lifting the latch carefully, I pulled
the door, looked into pitch darkness,
then drew back: Z was afraid.
asked trem bIing1y who's there?'
here was no reply, but could 1o-
cate the spot where the men lay by
the sound OF their grooming. felt
my way toward them, humping
against beams and tripping in the
straw. went down on all tours and
| crept until my hand touched some
thing under the straw, drawing a
sharp cry Of pain; it was the crush
ed leg of one of the chasseurs How
many are you here?1 I asked. In
Heavens names speak some of you.'
g Who are you2' a feeble voice
asked. They could scarcely believe I
had come from the rear and begged
There's nothing a girl like you can
do for u.s.
sI started out for conveyance;-
| it was an all night search, for every
door was dumb to my appeal ]
dubbed the door Of every house with
/ a stout stick, but not till dawn did I
see living being in the locality;
then came across a lonesome, dis
lconsoIate cow. Now thought, IF
I can find any sort Of a vehicle ]
| have the motive power. An old
peasant woman peeked tinidly out OF
q knocked at the door, but sE1a didn't
reply. insisted SO strongly with
my big stick that she finally opened
| again There was an old earry-alI
under the shed of the next farm, she
said. The place was abandoned. We
might find a harness there or some
other means of hitching the cow to
the carry-alI An old wreck of har-
ness that we pieced out with ropes
and rags was soon ready the COW,
dazed and dociIe, finally consented
to. pull
with the aid of the old peasant
woman and with some unseen aid
we got those manned chasseurs into
the carry-all and were on our way
back to the hospital at speed of q
mile an hour. Shells were BURSTING
nearer and nearer and long columns
of Infantry were hurrying before
them through the fields to the right
and to the left. We heard the
rundblfng of wheels behind u.s. Ii
was a battery OF French artillery Al
they passed an of1cer glanced at my
charge, saluted, shook his head sadly
and gal1oped on. The battery turn
ed into the first cross road and began
| business. To my poor chasseurs it
was welcome noise. One of them
raised himself on his elbow and said
/ to his comrades: tOne good turn de-
serves another; the Germans are
| getting some of their own change
back The poor fellow was dead
when we reached the hospital. In
/ spite of the holes the litt1e3-inchers
! made in the German ranks, they
were powerless to stem the tide and
/ the six surviving cf1asseurs had nc
sooner received first aid than the
1 Uhlans galloped up