The Cordova daily times., 1917-10-13

stand. By the way" turning to me. ~what are they going to do with your"
 'How do 1 know?" l replied.
 "1 guess it's the guardhouse for you." he said. "1 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. l might as well be in jail as anywhere else Of course if they let me have my choice l 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 day and a night. Reporters from the newspa- pers were the first to find me don't know what siege is like but the gov enment 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 big hurry.
 Where's the woman who went to France on this transport with youT"
 Pm it." said. l was still wearing my doughboy uniform. He looked me over 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 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 in the police taxicab to the Jail. The matron loaned me clothes so could go out in the garb of a woman and buy some of my own. I cried little when l peeled off my sol 'dier uniform, thinking how happy I had been in 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 hand 1t down to the young .CartcTs-1f there ever are any.
 The officers told me the government would take no action against me. They bad denoted my husband from cor poral to private and fined him two 1hids of one months pay. and they thought that was enough. I couldn't convince them he wasn't in on it orig inaly, although I tried hard enough.
 What surprised me was that people seemed to think had done someth'1g wonderful. I n"~"r lnn'.,.i nt 1t that way at uu. Moving picture concerns, photographers, vaudeville agents and tfs yrif olI 1npta of offers. I never had any experience in business. I lived on a ranch down in Arizona when l wasn't at any army post, and couldn't understand what had done to bring myself so much in tho hmelight. l can rope steer with the best of them. but when this New York bunch began to mill was sunk.
 was alone here. knew nobody. One of the newspaper men suggested that if wanted to get money so l could join the Red Cross and go back ought to accept some of the offers. That decided me The money l make from these articles in the American newspapers will be used for that pur- pose. They will give Uncle Sam a 
 where in France" preferably near Pri- vate (now) John Carter. prepaid.
 Now I'm going back 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 l was going until 1 had left. l didn't want her to worry. Now she writes:
 If you wanted to be a soldier and fight with your man 1t 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"
 1 don't know how long this war is going to last, but if 1t 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 captain then; he's got 1t in himl, and looking out for him and the boys.
 There'n be some one else I'll be look ing for too-the rookie" who talked too much and tipped me off.