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"Unfortunately," said the gover
nor sauvely, "every horse and wagon
is taken over by the German-government."
And then he pondered deeply.
He was seriously troubled about
Miss Brown. He had gathered, from
words she had casually let drop, that
she was related to somebody attached
to the American legation at Vienna.
It would never do to create an inter
national difficulty with the United
"I'll tell you what I can do," he
said to her. "My little daughter has
a donkey cart. The donkey is old
and I was going to have him killed.
Do you think you can drive him
across the frontier? Then you'll be
out of my jurisdiction and will have
to throw yourself upon the mercies
"of the French."
"Never mind the mercy," an
swered Miss Brown. "Where's the
Half an hour later Miss Amanda
Brown, having grudgingly tipped her
hotel porter, was to be seen seated in
the donkey cart, with an enormous
old-fashioned portmanteau, wending
her way toward the frontier. The
crowd accompanied her to the edge
of the town, jeering, but keeping out
of reach of the whip she plied alter
nately upon the slow old donkey and
upon the shoulders of those who ven
tured too near. And so Miss Brown
disappeared into the twilight.
The military governor had given
all the time he could spare to Miss
Brown. He gave her no further
thought When an outpost telegraph
ed a while later, announcing the ar
rival of a mad, middle-aged American
woman, driving a slow old donkey,
ten miles beyond the town, and In
, quired what was to be done with her,
he consigned her telegraphically to
an unnamable place and dismissed
her from his mind forever.
This was as well, because the
troops came up on the night train and
marched out to attack the French at
dawn. When day broke the Germans,
In their trenches, were answering a
1 dropping fire from the French on the
crest of the hm.
And then, slowly creeping between
the hostile lines, but taking a
diagonal course toward the French,
came Miss Brown in her donkey cart.
Through his glasses 'the German
officer in charge could see that her
bonnet was set forward upon her
head, and she was holding the port-j'r
manteau with one hand and the reins",
with the other. '
As the officer in command describ
ed the event to his own government
"It was enough to take one's breath
away. It was the accursed American
woman about whom I telegraphed
your excellency yesterday. She was
driving the donkey of the daughter
of General Pfiff at a pace of two miles
an hour, and I instructed my men to
cease firing for fear of hitting her,
since she is a cousin of one of the
American attaches at Vienna.
The French held, their charge, too,
though their cavalry, in Reserve be
hind the hill, intended to perform a
maneuver In, the nature of a surprise.
So, between the two hostile lines Miss
Amanda Brown drove the donkey of
General Pfiff' s daughter.
But the truer account of the affair
was given by the enterprising corre
spondent of Le Figaro, who, Serving
as a trooper in the Tenth cavalry,
participated in the skirmish.
"When the American woman had
at last crossed the danger zone," he
wrote, "the Germans resumed their
fire. The order being given, we sad
dled hastily and mounted, and so
reached the crest of the hill.
"'Charge?' roared the colonel,
stnding up in his stirrups and waving
"With a wild answering yell our
brave fellows dug spurs into their
horses and galloped straight for the
enemy. At that moment a bullet
pierced my horse's heart and he fell
dead beneath me.
"You can imagine my disappoint
ment at being left on the field, no