CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| War! | [7] |
| Getting Ready | [10] |
| How the Uhlans came | [16] |
| Anything for Bread | [23] |
| Fiction v. Fact | [25] |
| The “Terrible” French | [28] |
| Spies Ahoy | [31] |
| Threatened with Death | [34] |
| To Leave or not to Leave | [41] |
| What the Uhlans think | [45] |
| The Sign of the Red Cross | [50] |
| On the Road | [55] |
| Rushing the Mails through | [61] |
| A Teuton Feast | [67] |
| Coals of Fire | [72] |
| In Danger | [75] |
| Maps and Mines | [78] |
| In the Bar | [80] |
| In the Woods | [82] |
| Prisoners of War | [86] |
| A Disturbed Night | [94] |
| The Plot Thickens | [97] |
| The March Past | [100] |
| Arrested! | [104] |
| “It’s a long, long way——” | [109] |
| Homeward Bound | [120] |
An Englishwoman’s Adventures in the German Lines
WAR!
“Albert has gone.”
I jump down from the little vicinal (light railway) train, which always stops so obligingly in Manhay Street opposite the inn, and press Madame Job’s hand in silent sympathy.
“To Liège?” I ask after a pause.
“He is in the forts, Mademoiselle,” she answers tearfully.
So Madame’s son Albert, the baker, is a soldier too. Well, he will do his duty like all these Belgians. But who will bake for the countryside?