The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-04-16
Belglan'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, TIL Louise
Marie spoke.
av EpaAR A. MoWRER.

wants by the language OF lie, action
song, sacrifice, ravishment, death and
the great panorama Of creatlon."-Ed
ward Carpenter.
Love Of women is playing its part in
this war, Just as II has always done.
Take me TO Dunkerque.' l said.
brandishing my pass. The Belgian
chauffeur did not look at It.
What are you going 10 do there3 II
does not make any difference to me so
long az you have a pass. And II you
haven't the sentinels on the road be-
tween here and thereu 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
ohugged along the international high
way from Fumes, Belgium, to Dun
kerque, in France.
Where are you from7" l asked after
a while. The evening mlsts were
blowing ia from the North sea, muf-
ning the deserted fields m layer after
layer.
Antwerp"
What is your trader"
Driving a car. That is, l used to be
a taxi driver. but now I'm In the po-
lice, or was before the war. That's
how I can get such good speed out Of
this old two-lunger. OF course l had a
better car than this at the beginning.
but Il got left when the 'boches' came
into Antwerp. escaped in this one"
Red Cross Painted on Car.
You're in the sanitary services. l
suppose" l 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. don't know the passwordAvonly
up till noo today. | forgot to ask for
It at Fumes. 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 20
through the narrow IS" formed by
barricades erected in the road.
5uriy Sergeant Outlets Down.
"Passes, your passes, please" cried
a burly sergeant Of French territorlals,
shining a light In our faces. He ex.
amined mine and handed II back.
Where is yours?" he demanded OF
the former taxi driver.
Il haven't any" replied my compan.
ion, but don't look at me like that
it's a beautiful thing. isn't II, terri
torials like you who've never looked a
rine barrel In the eye having the right
20 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 delayed?"
The sergeant was wRverlng.
Why haven't you the password P"
he asked finally.
Now, that's a fine question:" splut-
tered the Belgian, sitting up straight.
81 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 | expected to
stay a little while, here l found had
TO take ihis gentleman back to Dun.
kerQue. piha chance ! had to get a
password"
You a go on" grunted the ser.
geant at last, and with much grinding
OF clutches and brakes we moved slow.
ly beyond the fare Of the sentlnel's
lantern.
Colonel Shows Hls Authority.
The scene was repeated at three
other controls. Il Ia unforgettable-
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 we're
about TO enter the -" when there was
a clatter Of hoofs and fying stones and
a voice sliced the darkness;
Get back there, l tell you, and wait
your turn"
In an instant a griz1led French in
fantry colonel was upon us. His horse
suddenly kicked, champed and paved
the earth.
Get back, | say" the officer cried.
mot a carriage will pass until my
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 Il we had dared to protest. In
three minutes we were The head Of q
quarter Of a mile Of waiting autos.
Some Of the first arrivals tried TO push
by, BUT the old colonel. who had refined