The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-03-20

1 he ended by making me understand 1 Am I on the right way?' He was ) driving away from that village which , was just on my own way.
 "I tried in vain to point out his way to him--and then I offered to get in with him, Va, va, dankeschoen; And he pleasantly made a place for me. Ten minutes later we came to the first house of x, and I said: Here l you aren He took a cigarette from a black leather case and I thought ! he would never have done thanking | me. Blame me if you will, but I smoked his cigarette and it had no smell of the Roche.
 My companions were at Liege be- fore me, after wonderful tramping about. Cost what 1t might. we wish ed to get across into Holland-and as soon as possible. Our hurry all but cost us dear. A smuggler was caught the day he was to have got us across. His clients dozen or so, were ta- ken with him. We had promised him 1000 francs (s200.)
 "But when we came to the place of rendezvous, he told us his little
  he could take no more. Imagine our disappointm ent-and yet 1t saved us. We discovered at last a ferryman who knew better than anyone else the Be1go- German frontier (not that be- tween Belgium and Holland).~ I am sure,' he said ito succeed-but we must go by (also a German place on the frontier); If you dare try it, am your man.
 "He knew Some German words and we-nothing. But you would trust the devil at such time. It was not as easy as we had imagined in our enthusiasm, on the strength of his as surances. One evening he fell on 8 sentinel posted in the opeH field. We had to explain to the field webel,' and he called the officer-and to the off, cer we told a tale of God the Father Ga Belgian expression.)
 "At last the Prussian let himself be convinced. 'Heraus," he said. Don't let me catch you here again.. We were then four or five hundred yards away from the German frontier-but it took us night and day more to get across. Twice the sentinels fired at us. I confess I began losing con- fidence. At last, on the morning of the 27th, we set foot on Prussian ter ritory.
 "On the 18th of Decembere, at 7 o'clock in the morning, our guide said to us: Here we are going to cross be very careful-there are no wires, but we are going to get in sight of sentinels' There was one sentinel every 300 yards.
 Lying flat on our faces in the stub b1e, we saw them going up and down in their long overcoats, rifle in hand The thing was to get silently between the two in front of us We crept nearer. All at once-'Wer da? Halt" And then-bang! bang!-we were dis covered, and they were firing at us. We went back speedily.
 While we were consulting togeth- CT behind a thorn hedge, our heads all on fire, and debating plans, each more foolish than the other, we saw "a peasant (German) walking and whist.ing through 8 sort of ravine between two enclosures. said to my companions: Where we are we have only one thing to do-risk all for all'
 Before they could stop me, I was on the man and the three others with me. No one will get it out of my head that he saw at once with whom he had to do. Our youth and fatigue and extreme dejection-did they move him? I am sure I saw pity in his eyes.
 Our guide asked him, without beating about, if there were senti- nels still further to the north, Come with me- said the man, will lead you' We walked behind him in si- lence for more than two hours. l could have counted every beating of my heart. At last, at o'clock, we crossed over, dying with fatigue and hunger. Never did I say my morn- ing prayers so fervently.
 ."In the first Holland village, at the inn, they served us a frugal breakfast coffee, bread and butter, and a few slices of sausages as hard as Ger mans head-it cost us IT francs ($3.4O). That was the ending of our escape"