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The American Line office would
not open until two, but once more a
man came and talked to me through
the grating. "Don't change your Phil
adelphia ticket," he-told me. "Keep
it. Two boats will lea've- Havre to
night for Southampton. Get on the
nest train and you will make the
It took the train ten hours to get
from Paris to Havre. We arrived at
1:30, and it was not the sort of trip
to forget The train barely moved,
and it stopped every few minutes,
while the soldiers who lined the track
on both sides peered in the windows.
There was no guard of any sort to
call the stations; we just crept on
Silently, stealthily, through the late
afternoon and the night, stopping
with a jerk every few minutes, taking
on soldiers every few stations, who
trudged up and down the corridors
and stared in at us.
The train was almost dark. Each
compartment had a tiny gas jet turn
ed up about half way It ,was a
specter train creeping on from hor
rors we knew to horrors we did not
There were only about ten of us,
all told, crossing the Channel. All
was well until we came into
Southampton harbor. It Was under
martial law, and we must pick our
way. The torpedo boats surround
ed us with a great circle. Suddenly
a cannon ball was shot nearly over
"Where did you get that signal?"
came in measured toned through the
megaphone, when our engines had
been stopped. "Take it down, or
you'll be sunk." It was taken down.
Inspectors cgme on board to be sure
we were no! Germans. At last we
went on, picking our way through
the mines. But we were just too late.
"Was it the Philadelphia you ladies
were trying to get?" asked the sec
ond officer of the boat politely, step
ping down off the bridge. "Well,
there she goes' ,
The second officer had the dra
We looked and saw her go. She
had just slipped out of her dock, and
was passing us by, so near that we
could almost have thrown our lug
gage to her decks. She sailed out so
calm and steady that it seemed im
possible that she was crowded to her
decks with frenzied Americans.
We begged the -captain to signal
her, to stop her, to do something.
"I dare not, miss," he said, simply.
"With the port in martial law we
cannot signal any one."
It was 2 p. m. when we landed in
"No more boats will leave from this
port," the clerk at the steamship of
fice told us. "Go to Liverpool, for
that is your only chance. And be
quick. Take the next train, and be
at the White Star Line early tomor
row morning, to change Philadelphia
tickets for the Celtic. She sails to
morrow at five o'clock."
The American consul at London
was in the office ah elderly man.
"Get home, girls. Get home," he
said o us, kindly.
We came to Liverpool at two the
next morning. The station hotel
seemed the safest place to stay, but
it was full, and the porter put us
into a cab to be taken to a Safe
place. The streets of Liverpool were
very dark, very narrow. We were
very much frightened, but neither of
us would let the other know it, so we
talked of commonplaces and seem
ingly ignored the drunken sailors who
reeled by us in the road. One of.
them was being led home by his
(To Be Continued Tomorrow.)
TWO MAKE A BARGAIN
Possible Boarder I enjoyed my
dinner very much, and if it was a fair
sample of your meals, I should lik&
to come to terms.
Parmer First of all, mister, was
that a fair sample of your appetite?