Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-04-03
THIS STARTS THE STORY

1ulS y AM . LIE DlORl
In the hummer of 1917 Maria
BotchkareV formed the Battalion of
& Death, Joman's fighting unit in
girl thus tepped into the interna-
tional hal of fame ''his is her
story. I'M earlier installments she
told Of TIP hardships of her child
hood of he brutalities of her mar
ried life and of the realization of
her wish to become a soldier. She
told of bttles fought and won and
of the liberalization of the army
followingthe overthrow Of the Car.
1t was tdshame the men into action
that the battalion was formed, but
1t only PARTIALLY and only for time
X succeeded in it's mission. The men
of the russian army at last forced
!. 1t to dYband, and Botchkareva re-
turned 10 her home. She was sum.
s moned ht last to Petrograd by off,
GERS secretly disguised with 'Bolshe.
: vism AID goes on mission to Gen
. eral Kbrnilov.
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
tIVTyEAT shall say to the guards"
w lhe moujik asked me as we ap-
proacfed. the front positions.
"Tel them that you are carrying
your tick baba to a hospital In the
city, Is she is suffering from high
fever,' answered, requesting him to
wrap me in the huge fur overcoat that
was under him. I was warm enough
without it, but thought that 1t would
raise my temperature even more, and
was not wrong. Under all the covers
/ resembled more heap than human
form. When the battle positions were
reached l began to moan as If in
pain.
where are you going?" I heard a
horse stopped.
"To a hospital in the city," was the
answer.
'What are you carrying"
" my baba. She is dying. am
taking her to a DOCTOR" the peasant
replied.
Here groaned louder than ever. I
was euffocating. My heart hammered
from fear Of sudoIn exposure and dis.
covery. Every particle of time seemed
IN age.
entity talked the case over with some
Of his comrades, to the accompani-
mont Of my exuberant means. With
out uncovering my face he issued a
pass to the moujik.
NV heart thumped with JOY as the
horse started off at a. rapid pace. For
. while I still held my breath, hardly
believing my senses that / had LETT
Bolshevik territory behind me with
SO little difficulty.
After some time we arrived at the
Kornilov front. The posts along it
were held by officers, of whom his
force consisted almost exclusively. At
one such post we were stopped by a
commanding Halt"
The driver was starting to rehearse
the yarn about his feverish baba when
I surprised him by throwing off the
fur topcoat, then the shawl and jump
ing out of the vehicle, issuing a deep
sigh of relief. I could not help laugh.
ing.
The moujik must have thought me
& mad at first. The officers at the
post could not understand 1t either.
Z what the devil!" a couple of them
muttered under their breath. pro.
ceeded very coolly to pay out the fifty
rubles to the peasant, discharging him
there, to his great amazement.
'I will get to the city from here all
right" I informed him.
Like hell you Wilt" the officer in
charge blurted out. who are you?"
"Why, can't you see, am a Sister
sf Mercy" answered testify.
where are you going?
81 II am going to see General ko1lf'
low" gigElsd.
n The officers were getting furious.
you will not 60 a step further" the
chief ordered.
"Oh, yes. I viii too" announced
1emphaticaly.
< you are arrested" the examiner
sccmmanded. J
broke out in a fit of laughter, bring
inE the officers to white anger.
"Don't you recognize me? am