Connecticut western news., 1917-12-06

sent phonOgraph into my room. 1 gave concerts every afternoon.
 The T. S. A. Once More.
 was glad to see the tall buildings I knew as those of New York loom up glad and sorry. It made me think of how different it was going out, the ship like a beehive full of our boys. Now it was empty. They were lover there" AS we passed the statue Of Liberty a sentry came to attention anl saluted.
 Greetings, old girl" he said. "I see you're still doing business at the old stand. By the way" turning to me, "what are they going to do with you?''
 How do 1 kEoW?" I replied.
 'I guess it's the guardhouse for you" he said. '"I heard they were going to jug you"
 Prison will suit me fine" I an- swered. Maybe by the time I come out the old man will be back. 1 might as well be in jail as anywhere else. Of course if they let me have my choice I prefer to join the Red Cross and try to go over and maybe see my boss-the commanding officer of the Carter family"
 was kept on the ship for a day and a night. Reporters from the newspa- pers were the first TO find me. I don't know what siege is like, but the gov ernment could make no mistake if they set all the reporters to manning siege guns. They'd never stop until they got the enemy.
 One of them came up to me on deck in a big hurry.
 "Where's the woman who went to France on this transport with yours
 "I'm it." I said. I was still wearing my doughboy uniform. He looked me over a minute, scratched his head and exploded:
 "Well, I'll be d-d"'
 Finally the officers of the ship tele- phoned the police in Hoboken. They came down in a patrol wagon to get me. A matron was with them. They all seemed to be anxious to do any thing for me they could.
 had free ride ill the police taxicab to the jail. The matron loaned me clothes so 1 could go out in the garb of a woman and buy some of my own. cried a~little when I peeled off my sol dier uniform, thinking how happy had been i'll it-part of the time. Skirts felt awful funny and awkward to me. That uniform is going to be locked away in a chest and treasured all my life, I'll han1 it Gown to the young Carters-1f there ever are any.
 The officers told me the government would take no action against me. They had denoted my husband from cor poral to private and fined him twe- thirds of one months pay, and they thought that was enough. couldn't convince them he wasn't in on it orig inally, although I tried hard enough.
 What surprised me was that people seemed to think had done something wonderful. l never looked at it that way at all. Moving picture concerns. photographers, vaudeville agents and newspapers came to me with all sorts of offers. never had any experience in business. I lived on a ranch down in Arizona when I wasn't at any army post, and couldn't understand what had done to bring myself so much in the limeltght. I can rope steer with the best of them, but when this New York bunch began to mill l was sunk.
 1 was alone here knew nobody. One Of the newspaper men suggested that if l wanted to get money SD 1 could join the Red Cross and go back ought to accept some of the offers That decided me. The money I make from these articles in the American newspapers will be used for that pur- pose. They will give Uncle Sam d Red Cross nurse, passage to some where in France" preferably near Pri- vate Now) John Carter, prepaid.
 Now I'm going hack to Douglas to see the folks. I'll stop in Kentucky. as my husband ordered, and tell his moth CT all about what fine Sammie she has for son. My own mother will be waiting for me. She never knew was going until I had left. I didn't want her to worry. Now she writes:
 eff you wanted to be q soldier and fight with your man it was all right with US. We're proud of you. You're an honor to the blood, and that has been fighting blood since before the civil war;
 I don't know how long this war is going to last, but if it gives me half a chance I'll be lover there'' with cross on my arm looking for Private John Carter, U. S. l. q hope he's a captain then; he's got it in him). and looking out for him and the boys.
 There'u be some one else I'll be look ing for too-the rookie" who talked too much and tiDped me off