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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 24, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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By H. M. Egbert.
"No, madam, it is impossible to ob
tain railroad accommodation," ex
plained the ticket -seUer to Miss
Amada Brown for the tenth time,
wearily. "You see," he added, with
what was meant to be finality, "all
the trains in Germany have been re-
Between the. Two Hostile Lines Miss
Amanda Brown Drove the Donkey.
quisitioned for the conveyance of
"I'll have you know, young man,"
sniffed Miss Brown, "that I am an
American citizen, and I'm going to
leave for Paris tonight, war or no
The American woman is a tradi
tion upon the continent of Europe,
and Miss Brown was soon the center
of a curious crowd, which had be
gun to jeer her when Miss Brown,
" '-5ng the nearest of the station loaf--k
him until his head nearly
, shoulders.
However, it is one thing to shake a
station loafer and another to shake
the German government. Miss Aman
da Brown, who claimed to be from
Boston, could not secure any accom
modation to Paris by rail.
The little frontier village of Stur
witz, which was momentarily expect
ing the arrival of the first detachment
to entrain for the camp, ten miles
further, on the debatable border line,
was quite worked up about Miss
Brown. A middle-aged art student,
she insisted that her niece was wait
ing for her in Paris. The town
would gladly have got rid of her, but
orders were strict foreigners who
wished to cross the border must walk
or drive, no railroad passages could
be supplied.
"I don't care anything about your
orders," said Miss Brown defiantly,
settling the spectacles firmly upon
her nose. "I got shunted here from
Stuttgart, and it's up to the govern
ment to find me a train."
The military governor threw up his
hands in despair. "You might as well
ask me to find a train for General
Fevert," he said.
Next to Miss Brown General Fevert
was the question of the hour or,
rather, his whereabouts. A French
officer of the highest distinction, and
reputed the best tactician in Europe,
he had been taking a cure at an un
fashionable German watering place
when war was declared. If tie Ger
man government could lay hands on
him before he crossed the frontier it
would be worth, they calculated in
Berlin, a hundred thousand men.
The frontier was being combed
fine for Fevert, but thus far he had
succeeded in avoiding arrest.
Miss Brown, baffled, would not ac
knowledge defeat.
"Well, get me a biiggy, ttfen," she
The military governor laughed.
"You might as well ask for a horse,"
he answered.
"I can ride," said the American wo
man fiercely.

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