The Birmingham age-herald., 1915-04-01
AMAZING REST CURE .OF MRS. RH|NEHEART Returning After Strenuous
 Time in War Zone HAS BEEN UNDER FIRE Was in Two Hundred Yards of Ger man Trenches-News of LincOln's
 Assassination Sent to Europe
 in Tin Canister
HAS BEEN UNDER FIRE
By HAYDEN CHTRCu

London. March 14.-(Special. )--Mrs Mary Roberts Rinehart sails for home on Saturday after a four weeks rest on this side of the ocean. She told the writer yesterday that she had felr tired out early in January and had come abroad for a change. The nature of the novelist's rest cure will soon be- come apparent above her own sigma ture: but it can be said in auvance that she got into the thickest of the trouble over here without wasting one minutes time. and has since then seen more, and done more, and had more heart-to heart talks with mighty per sonages than anyone who has never had the felicity of meeting Mrs. Rine hart could suppose possible.
 One of her exploits was to visit the firing line at the Belgian front and be escorted thence on rough path way made across the flooded district by branches of trees, to an outpost 200 yards distant from the German trenches--a point not reached by any correspondent much less woman writer
 q mustn't tell the name of the town from which l started" she saiG, bur it was half way between Nieuport and Dixmude. It was a bright night. about midnight, with a moon at the full, and continuous firing was going on from the heavy guns, for in this flooded dis trict practically all the movement of troops and all the fighting is done at night. I wore a heavy military coat and boots, short skirt and a soldiers cap, and no one could know that I was woman. We were continually under fire, and the Germans were throwing fusees. We crept along over the fascines and could only stay still and await results whenever q shell Eurst above. Dead bodies floated hear us, and the smell was something that one can never forget. why We were rot sniped in that bright moonlight by the Germans, whom we could see so clearly moving about beyond. is more than I can tell
 It would spoil Mrs. Rineharts own story to tell of her adventures but one can judge of them by the fact that she seemed to regard as the me-est in cident the business of supervising re- hearsals at the New theatre of her farce, Seven Days" which was put on there under the management of Sir Charles Wyndham and Mary Moore in the first week of March.
 Writers Still Enlisting
 This week I heard of two more au- -hors of renown who are doing their bit" One of them is "Oliver onions" who wrote 'The Odd Job Man" and "The Two Kisses" and the other, AL fred Moves, the poet whose renown is even greater, perhaps, in the Un ted States than in his own country. "Onions," whose real name slips my mind at the moment, proves to be private in "Kitchener's army" and Moves, we'll, Moves. who has written so much of the sea, is doing duty as volunteer coast guard. He is one of the few literary men who have been able to admit that poetry brings them an adequate income.
 He became an author at 22, publish ing "The Loom of Years" When about IS months ago he went to America where he was made a professor of Princeton university, reporters tried to interview him on his opinion of AL fred Austin. then poet laureate. but all in vain. In revenge, Moves declares, they wrote that he was suffering from neurasthenia.
 There were no photographs nor yet type writers in the days of William Harrison Air sworth, who was born no years ago this month, but 1t Is doubtful if many Of our quick fire novelists on either side or the herring pond could give the author of Windsor Castle" many points in speedy composition. His first success ful novel, "Rookwood," is remarkable Tor the pace at which many parts of 1t were written. The passage which describes Turpins ride to York was written in less than a day and a half--100 novel pages in less than 24 hours. liar kto that' Mcssrs. McCutcheon, Tarkington. Morris & Go.
 Reuters First Scoop
 How do you suppose the first news or the assassination of President Linco'h reached Europe? Well. the message con tanning it arrived, 1t proves, inside oi tin canister and constituted the. first pig scoop of Reuters news agency now probably the most famous in the worio' which celebrated it's jubilee this week.
 H. L. Dickinson, the chief editor or .'Reuter's'' who has been memper or us staff for over 70 years, told me the story yesterday as we sat in his office in the somewhat dingy building in Old