others of the village.

One morning at two o'clock a great ox cart drove up the avenue of pines

to the chateau and took him off before his mother's eyes. He is now

confined in a convict's cell at Coblenz.

Baronne de L. has suffered severely at the hands of the invaders. She is

living quite alone in the chateau with the servants since her son was

taken and the avalanche of troops swept over the frontier at this point.

The house has been full of officers from the "first days" and she thinks

one of them was the "Kronprinz" from his photograph and because his

brother-officers always addressed him as Excellency. After one frightful

day, when the soldiers had literally despoiled the place by tearing

trophies from the wall, appropriating furniture and devastating the

stables, the household quieted down about midnight and everybody was in

bed, when suddenly a thundering of horses' hoofs was heard in the

courtyard and a new detachment of hungry, quarrelsome men piled in,

making a raid on the kitchen and pantries as usual. They were even more

boisterous and brutal than their predecessors and poor Madame de L.

crept fearfully up to the captain's room to solicit his aid and

protection. She knocked and knocked several times before the door

finally burst open and he angrily demanded what she wanted. Just as he

was in the middle of roaring out an oath, he suddenly drew himself up

haughtily, attired as he was in that great voluminous night gown

accredited to the Teutonic people, to salute a superior officer who at

that moment ascended the stair-case.

Baronne de L. said that in spite of the fearfulness of the moment, it

was one of the most laughable scenes that she ever witnessed.

On our way home from Viel Salm we saw the wonderful bridge of trees,

three hundred feet long and fifty feet high, at Trois Ponts, which the

Germans built when the tunnel was blown up by the Belgians at the

commencement of the war. It is a marvellous affair in engineering

construction and commands enthusiastic admiration. Except for iron bolts

and rivets, it is made entirely of trunks of huge trees--with the bark

yet on in places, though, when necessary, a surface was planed square

and true to meet its fellow.

We drove through the village of Francorchamps, which was also burned to

the ground, and a few miles further on met three Prussian officers who

snarled out some frightful invective as we passed. I cannot think of a

reason, except that we were in an automobile while they were obliged to

circulate in a modest, pony phaeton.

_October 17th, Saturday._

Antwerp is taken! There is no doubt about it now, and it is a sad blow

for Belgium. Antwerp! the pride and strength of the whole empire! But

there is not a person (bar the enemy) who does not expect to get it back

and all the rest of the usurped territory.

Madame de H. sent letters by a "foot-messenger" from Brussels. She left

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