The Washington herald., 1917-07-04

Joining the army is. after all, little
more nor less than a point OF view,
writes John r. Brown in the Los
Angeles Herald. lone man looks at
war as murder and the other looks
at it as sport.
The reconciliation of these points
of view is not always easy, but l got
a chance yesterday.
In the morning a young man had
said to me:
You know, have no particular
undyinE hatred for the Germans as a
whole and l wish they could patch
up this war in some way; but as it is.
I'm going to enlist because l want to
see old Uncle Sam do himself proud.
NO use telling him anything about
war. He had the right idea.
Later a young athlete. well known
in Los Angeles, stopped me on the
street.
I don't believe in the general
draft" he said. This war is none Of
my business and have no grudge
against the Germans-they've done
nothing to me Why should 1 enlist in
the army"
This young fellow was no shirker
I knew, so l asked him to sit down
with me for moment.
As a general thing l do not believe
in telling of German atrocities-usual-
ly it serves no good purpose, but here
was an opening.
Fishing out my pocket note book
1 showed my friend some penciled
notes in a woman's handwriting.
He read. Miss II de Vine, Fern
dale. Owen Road, Wolverhampton.
England Well, who's she?" he
queried.
Fought Like Hero.
As best I could l told him what she
had told me.
Miss de Vine had been governess
for the children of the Countess de
Briey who owned a handsome chateau
in the suburbs of Brussels. At the
commencement of the war Count
Jacques de Briey had gone forward
with the Belgian troops. fought like
a hero to defend Louyain and had
pcrished with many of the finest OF
his country.
Francois de Briey, the counts broth
er, had won commission as an avia-
tor. His Caudron bipIane had back
fred. caught fre and burned the fea-
lures OF the young aviator beyond
RECOGNITION.
When the Germans reached the out
skirts Of Brussels they had comman-
dCcrcd the De Briey chateau for their
higher officers and orderlies. The
countess, her children, Miss de Vine
and the servants were allowed a few
upper rooms only.
The feet of the German soldiers
were almost like pulp. Miss de Vine
told me as We talked things over on
the Southampton to London express.
The Belgian women had bathed and
handaged these feet without a muir
mur.
For which attention they kicked
nd beat us" said the governess.
day or two after the German oC-
-tion, Miss de Vine ventured to
...-" the De Briey children for a walk
'r the chateau grounds.
Nearing the big gates Of the park
they heard wild cries in a female
voice and a moment later saw a peas
ant woman clumsily running up the
road toward them in her Gathering
sa bots.
Leaving the children in the park the
EOverneSs went ont to the half-fren-
Zied Belgian woman whose anguish
was so extreme that she could scarce
ly make herself understood
Nailed to Shed.
The best the poor soul could do
was to wave her hands toward the
road and artiCulate. "Venez. Venez,
Nite." Come, come quicklyD
One half dragging the other. the
two women made their way down the
road until. turning a corner, they
came upon a small wooden shed or
Outhouse.
At what she then saw the gov
erness felt an almost numbing SEN
sation of terror and anguish.
Nailed by its little hands and feet