Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 January 1915 — Page 2

LEADS HER GIRL WARRIORS IN BOLD EXPLOITS

Eighteen-Year-Old Polish Maiden Wins Officer’s Rank in Austrian Army. ALONE ROUTS 50 OF FOE OMtew's Tent Plundered as He Sleeps —Saw Her Brother Executed — Collapses Only When a Retreat Is Ordered.

By HARRY HANSEN.

{Correspondent of the Chicago Dally News.) Vienna, Austria.—This is the story of Stanislawa Ordynska, Just as it has come to me, with scarce the change of a word. If it reads more like a page out of Dumas than out of the book of human * xperlence, If it seems improbable that so much that is thrilling, dramatic and adventurous should have been crowded into the soldier career of an eighteen-year-old Polish girl, then I have only to commend you humbly to Dr. Ralmund Schwarzwald, physician In charge of a temporary Red Cross hospital in the Sensengasse, who was the first to care for the little girl after her nervqus breakdown on the battlefield, near Ivangorod. And if this evidence will not suffice I beg you to inquire of the Archduchess Maria Theresia of the house of Hapsburg, now a simple, sweet voiced, Red Cross nurse, in the dainty blue and white uniform, or to lead you to the cot of the little patriot herself In the hospital of the Stadthalterei, Just a step below the Hofhurg of the sovereign. Wins Three Stars and a Bar. She is only a frail creature, this girl of eighteen years, but with dark eyes that keep asking questions of the walls and the windows and the gray, colorless morning Just beyond. On a chair beside her cot lies a gray Austrian uniform with three stars and a bar across the collar —the insignia of a “feldwebel” or sergeant as we should say in America. For that is the rank which this girl has attained in the few months of the war, and today she Is eager to don the uniform once more and to give vent to the feeling that burns like an unceasing fire in her heart —to fight for Poland against the yoke of Russia. Stanislawa Ordynska was born In Warsaw, but her father was an Austrian Pole from Lucka, near Zakopanl. He removed to Warsaw to take charge of iron works and there his spirit revolted against the methods of Russia. Trains Daughter for Fight. As a young man he sympathized with the revolutionaries of 1863, and for years he told his three sons and his one daughter that one day they would be called upon to strike a blow for Poland. "You must fight for Poland with your last drop of blood, with the last breath you draw,” he said. Much of this was vague to Stanislawa. Three years ago she joined a Polish society in Warsaw and soon she understood the deep current of international feeling and hatred that ran through the minds of the Poles. Father Sent to Siberia, i Ordynska’s feelings were not unknown to the Russians. In January of this year there was a roundup of Polish sympathizers in Warsaw, jbrdynska and his eldest son wera seized and sent as criminals to the mines of Siberia. Ordynska had just time to give 3.000 rubles each to Stanislawa and her two brCthers and ad vise them to flee. The mother deter mined to stay in Warsaw. Stanislawa and her brothers went to Cracow and immediately joined a body of 2,700 Russian Poles, among them 200 women and girls, who daily exercised in the art of arms at the Oleanderplatz. When war was declared the Poles

PRIZE TOY DOG

The picture shows "Dainty Maid of Dyhof""®' the ‘silvered)* sße won at the show given in New York under the auspices of the Toy Spaniel Club of

STARTING TO BOMBARD METZ

This photograph was made Just as the war balloon was leaving to bombard the fortifications of Metz. The balloon was formerly used at the French base as a captive balloon for observations.

enrolled enthusiastically for service. Three Polish legions marched out of Cracow August 7. .Among them were 36 young women, Including Stanislawa, who had volunteered for reconnoiterlng and patrol duty. In spite of the fact that, they were fully aware of the terrible fate that might be thblrs should they be caught by the Russian soldiers. Every girl carried a saber and a revolver, and in each saddle bag was the costume of a peasant woman. Under Fire in Regular Army. At Mnfechow the girls came for the first time under fire; they pushed forward bravely with the legions. At Kielce their experience was repeated Here they became a part of the army of Dankl and took the oath of allegiance to the emperor and the flag of Austria.

They were detailed to accompany the command of Field Marshal Lieutenant Durski. For days they had a share In the fight waging at Kielce, and when the Austrians pushed the Russians back step by step until the enemy was forced to evacuate Its position a feverish enthusiasm seized the little soldier girls. *‘l threw myself down on the earth and tried to embrace it with my arms and kissed the dear, old fatherland again and again," said Stanislawa. Saw Brother Executsd. Then she suddenly became grave. '■That night I crept up close to the Russian lines,” she said. “They were executing prisoners on all sorts of pretexts. I saw my brother there. I saw him fall. I wanted to cry out, but something choked me. I ran back thinking of what my father used to Ray: Don’t hesitate! Don’t waver! Don’t give up! Fight on for Poland!” At Jendrzejow Stanislawa received her first star for effective work as a scout. Riding out over swampy land, she was able to make a valuable report on the condition of roads to her commander.

Second Star for Daring Act; She won her second start at Fotmalgoszcze. This time it was for a much more arduous and' dangerous exploit. The commander asked Stanislawa to discover the whereabouts of the Russians and to signal their position by means of an electric Stanislawa took twelve young women scouts with her and rode out into the night. Proceeding as far as they dared on horseback, the girls dismounted and pressed forward on foot. Soon they had located a large group of tents. Everything was quiet, so Stanislawa and several other daring girls determined to inspect the tents at closer range. .They crept forward on their hands and knees and frequently lay full length on the ground. As they neared the tents they heard snoring. Soon they espied what they believed to be an officer's tent, set apart from the rest. The girls crept onward. They came so close that they could distinctly hear the heavy breathing of three men within the tent. Softly Stanislawa lifted the canvas, inch by inch, then signaled to her companions and crawled into the tent. Three men lay stretched out on a carpet. Several swords and a carbine lay beside them. Stanislawa took the carbine. Then she stealthily unfastened a map from the coat of one of the men. She found other papers, and a general 5 staff map. With these in her possession she retired and- crept back as stealthily as she had come. With the other girls she made her way back to the horses. Within an hour the Austrian soldiers fell upon the camp and annihilated it. Woman's Dress Comes In Handy. At Malgoscsze Stanislawa won her third star —and hter exploit was more daring than any that ’ ad gone before. While out scouting she and twelve other girls lost their way in the swampy region and found themselves in danger of being surrounded by Russians. Stanislawa hastily led the girls to the heart of the e.wamp. r.egioik- Thensjieput on her peasant dress and went on foot to discover a safe road out. For several hours the-girl acted as if she were gathering mushrooms. She

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met crowds of Russian soldiers and exchanged pleasantries. Then she crept back with her apron full of mushrooms and a good knowledge of the road. The girls waited until dusk, then led their horses out of the swamp and soon found their way back to their command. For nine days and nights Stanislawa and the girl scouts participated in the march on Ivangorod. During this time they could not remove their heavy boots. Half the time they were compelled to live on carrots, turnips and uncooked potatoes. One day Stanislawa rode forward alone. Pressing into new country, she left the legions far behind. Suddenly she heard hoofbeats and her practiced ear recognized the approach of a troop of cavalry. She hastily pushed into a clump of shrubbery, crawled around a bend in the road and peered out. Fully fifty Russians on horseback were coming toward her. She looked quickly to the right and left. To remain hidden now might mean discovery later; to flee would mean pursuit. “I remember my mother had told me to pray to the virgin when in dire r need,” said Stanislawa. “So I appealed to her with our old Polish prayer: ‘0 mother of God, I come to you; protect your child.’ “Then I took my signal whistle In one hand and my revolver in the other. When they got fairly near I shot off my revolver and blew my whistle furiously. My bullets hit three horses;, they reared and threw their riders; the others, fetfrlng an ambush, turned and galloped down the road.”

Stanislawa called on the three men to throw down their arms. One by one she collected the weapons and keeping the soldiers covered placed all three on her horse and forced them forward in the direction of the Austrian camp. When she arrived she fell ih a dead faint. Upon recovering consciousness she found that the little bar which made her. a “feldwebel” had been added to the three stars on her coat collar. Two days later, while on a reconnoitering expedition, she was accosted by a courier. "Back at once; the right wing is in retreat!” cried the courier. “Retreat?” she exclaimed. “When half of Poland is ours? Why retreat?” "That’s none of my business,” said the courier. "We are ordered back, that’s all.” Stanislawa refused to believe the news. She sent her horse across the plains to the left wing. This also was in retreat. She felt her beloved Poland being given over to the enemy. The thought overwhelmed her and her nerves gave way. She was taken to the rear and conveyed to Cracow and finally to Vienna for a good rest. “I’ll be better soon,” says Stanislawa. “I must get better, so that I can be with our troops when they march into Warsaw!”

LEGLESS, BUT A SPEEDER

Gets SIO,OOO Verdict, Buys an Automobile and Is Fined Very . Regularly. La Crosse, Wis. —Silas Green of Hokah, Minn., collected SIO,OOO from the railroad after he lost both legs in an accitteht. He bought an automobile, and since then has been a regular visitor in the La Crosse police court, accused of speeding. The police got so tired of arresting the legless pilot that recently when Silas appeared ia court again they dug up an old city ordinance and charged him with driving an automobile while under the influence of liquor. Silas paid the maximum fiae, 5102.5 g, Thq police expect a rest for a time.

Proposed Eugenic War Strike.

Newark, O. —A world-wide strike of women against war by women refusing to bring children into the world until the nations disarm was the novel proposal jwt before the state .convention of the W. C. T. U. here by Mrs. Viola D. Romans of Columbus, C The convention took no action on the proposal. r

A RING AND A GIRL

By ROBERT RUSSELL.

(Copyright.) Buzz-zz-zz! . \ I yawned, stretched, glanced at the clock, and jumped hastily out of bed. It was nearly nine o’clock, and I had been awakened by the buzzer of our apartment. I was accustomed to being called in the morning by my mother, and as she was away on this particular dgy, I had overslept Scarcely awake, I slipped on my bathrobe and slippers, opened the door a bit, and received from the lad standing there four suits of clothes that had been to the tailor’s for rejuvenation. Blinking, I got the requisite two dollars from my pocketbook, paid the lad, and hurriedly made my toilet for the day, thinking meanwhile of the delicious coffee and toast and boiled eggs which my mother was in the habit of preparing for me, and which I would not get on this particular morning.

But as it was so late when I was finally ready for public appearance, I decided to wait till I had put in an appearance at the office before breakfasting, and I went directly to the subway station near at hand. —— My hand in my change pocket, as I stood before the ticket window, suffered a shock. There was nothing there except four pennies and two keys. * And I remembered well enough now that I had no bills.

It was Saturday, and pay day, but that benefited me little, when I was here at One Hundred and Sixteenth street, and the office on lower Broadway. I had given my last two dollars to the boy from the tailor shop, and now I had not enough money to get down town. If I had not been so sleepy when the lad had come with my clothes I would have remembered my unusual financial condition. Of course, I could walk down town, hut that would take over two hours, and I was late as it was. Perhaps the ticket agent would lend me a penny, but I could not get myself to beg it of him.

Of course, all sorts of ideas flashed through my mind, but each involved explaining my predicament to someone. A flash from my ring gave me an Inspiration. I would pawn it for my car fare and return that afternoon after I had received my pay and redeem it Across Morningside park, on Eighth avenue, I had noticed a place where the three golden balls gave promise of help to the needy. My aunt had sent me ten dollars about a week before, telling me to get airing for my birthday with the money, and the ring I now took off was the one I had procured. “How much do you want?” asked the proprietor. “Twenty-five cents,” I replied faintly. He looked at me a moment in apparent surprise. “Better take a dollar,” he replied. "It won’t cost any more in interest.” “All right.” All 1 wanted to do was to get out of the shop as fast as possible. “Your name and address?” he inquired, making out the ticket. 2 I had not reckoned on this, and did not like the idea of having those facts on record in such a place, so I gave a fictitious name and a false address, I remembered now having heard an acquaintance of mine say that he always did that The man finished making his entry In the book and on the ticket, and laid the latter on the counter while he got the money for me. I arrived at the offlce < a little after ten o’clock, explained truthfully that I had overslept and slipped out to get some breakfast All through the day the finger on which I had worn the ring seemed to cry out, and when I received my weekly salary I felt as though one dollar of it did not belong to me.

It was late in the afternoon that the telegram came. The girl I hoped to marry was \o arrive in the city for a short visit to her aunt and uncle, the latter being Eleanor’s guardian. I was to meet her, of course. A sudden chill shot through me when I remembered that I had written her all about the unique ring I had purchased, and realized that, with her interest in odd bits of jewelry, she would want to see it at once. But when the office closed and I left to meet Eleanor at the Grand Central station I put such worries from me in the anticipation of seeing her again. It had been a long time since we had been together. She was just as beautiful as ever, and, as- I expected, spoke almost immediately about the ring. I was careful to have my gloves on and turned her inquiry off, saying that I would show it to her that gvening. For we were to be happy. I was to w>ii at her aunt’s, meet her uncle and guardian for the first time, and get his. permission to marry his ward. We knew that there would be little difficulty over the matter, for he had as much as given his consent already, though I was personally unknown to him. Leaving Eleanor at the door of her aunt’i home, I started in a rush for the “loan office.” It was riearly six g’clock, and I had been informed that such places were compelled to close at that Jbout- I haul to run two blocks at top speed, and even then I just succeeded in getting in before the, fatal hour had arrived. . Presenting my ticket, I laid a two*

flniUr bill OB the counter and waited eagerly for the cherished ring. “You got ten dollars, on that,” said the pawnbroker. I glanced at the ticket for the first Hm« sure enough, that was the amount specified, hut I knew that I had received only one dollar. “I guess you made a mistake," I replied, a bit angrily. I had hearji that these men were sometimes crooked, but this was outrageous. The fellow had the ring in his hands now, and was unwrapping the paper which was about it T glanced at the thing. It was not mine!-Then I looked at the ticket. The name there was not the one I had given. There was a terrible mistake somewhere. “That isn't my ring!" Icrjed. “Mine was entirely different from that” “This is a pretty good ring, however,” smiled the man. Evidently he thought that I was bluffing. “But I want my own,” I remonstrated. . , The fellow turned away In'disgust “You presented this ticket” he replied. “You can have the ring that this calls for, and no other, if you pay the loan and interest Take it or leave it”

My mind worked rapidly. . I must have a ring, and this was truly a beautiful one, much more valuable than mine. If there had beep a mistake somewhere I would be much better off to have this one, for if the owner wanted it back he would have to get mine for me. In some way the rings must have been exchanged, and I must have the ticket belonging to the man who had mine. Anyway, I wanted to get out of the place as quickly as 1 could. “All right,” I said, handing over the necessary sum. “Give me the ring. I will leave my real name and address, and if anyone calls with a ticket that does not belong to him, und wants this ring back, I’ll be only too glad to exchange if he will pay the difference." The transaction was completed, and I left the place with the dazzling thing on my finger. It was the most peculiar piece of jewelry I have ever seen. Eleanor and I had a very happy half hour together, but I was consumed with the desire to talk to her guardian and begged her to let me have it over with. She had admired the ring tremendously and expressed the opinion that it was very valuable. “I am going to leave you with uncle,” she said, as she led the way to his study. “It might be a little embarrassing for me.” So she took me to the door of the old man’s den, introduced me to him and with a blush was gone. \ “I am an outspoken man,” he said when we were alone, “and I do not believe in beating about the bush. I know very little of you, sir, but Eleanor is old enough to know her own mind, and it seems that she has made it up most emphatically. Perhaps I am a bit of a sentimentalist, and there is but one "thing I want to aak you.” He stopped a moment and looked me straight in the eyes, his scrutiny intense. \

—"I want to hear you say,” he continued at last, “that you love Eleanor. I want you to put all the feeling you have in that statement, so that I may judge for myself just how deep that feeling is.” Now, if there was. one thing I felt I could do, it was to tell of my love for that girl. 7" I moved to the table by which he sat. I presume that my eyes filled with tears. At any rate, I laid my hand on the table close to him, where the bright light from the lamp shone brilliant. “I love —” I began. Bht he was looking at my eyes no longer. His head was bent. Suddenly he rose. “I know nothing of you,” he cried, and now he was quite a different sort of a person. “You may be an adventurer —or worse.” Then his voice rose to a shrill cry. “Where did you get my ring—my ring that was stolfen from me night before last? Where did you get it?” His trembling finger was pointed at my hand, and I fear that my hand trembled. I was speechless, and my confusion was plain. He was trembling all over and I saw him press a button on the cprner of the table. To save my life I could not speak. How could I explain the complicated circumstance? My glance fell to the floor. “I —I; —” I stammered. Then I heard him speak again, but not to ma “Jenkins,” he said to someone who had evidently answered his ring at the bell, “tell Miss Eleanor to please come here at once.” “Yes, sir," I heard a voice. Suddenly I looked up. There before me in the doorway stood an old gentleman I had Been that morning in the pawn shop. He saw the ring. With a groan, the old fellow fell Into a chair. It developed that he had stolen his master’s ring, pawned it and, in our nervousness, the tickets lying side by side, he had picked up mine and I his. I got my own ring the next day, and now have my own girL

Judge Scored on Lawyer.

Two young attorneys were wrangling for a long time before Judge Knox of Virginia over a point of law. His honor rendered his decision, and the sprig who had lost impudently remarked: "Your honor, there is a growing opinion that all the «ools are not dead yet.” “Certainly,” answered the court* with unruffled good humor, I quite agree with you, Mr. 8., and congratulate you upon your healthy appear* ance.” -~-

MUSIC PAINFUL TO BISMARCK

•Melodies Cling to Me,” Said the Chancellor, "end I Find It Difficult to Release Myself.” Talking of the arts, Bismarck said: “Of music I am very fond, but now I have to abstain from hearing it, because tears come only too readily into my eyes. My heart is stronger than, my head. Indeed, what self-control I have has been bought by experience.” Many 1 instances occurred during our conversations which gave the truth to this assertion. The extreme mobility of his countenance and the shades of expression which passed over it told of a sensitive, i emotional temperament. “But I have a fire within me still which burns at times with fury.” Upon that I asked: “Are you in reality the Iron Chancellor?" "No,” he said, “not naturally; the iron I have created to use when, necessary.” And that I believed to be true.

I asked him if he knew Wagner personally. “-Yes,” he answered; “but it was quite impossible for me to care for him or to encourage his society. I had not .time to submit to his insatiable vanity. Before breakfast, at breakfast, before and after dinner, Wagner demanded sympathy and admiration. His egotism was wearisome and intolerable, and his demand for a listener was so incessant that I was obliged to avoid his company. I was too busy with my affairs to be able to give him all or even a portion of the demands he would have claimed upon my time. But I admire his music greatly, though I have been compelled to give up going to the opera, because the beautiful and touching melodies I cannot get out of my head; they cling to me, and I find it difficult to release myself from them, and now it tires me to be so much' moved.” —From “Conversations With Prince. Bismarck” by W. B. Richmond, the English Painter, in the North American Review.

Splendid Memory.

Recently Philip O’Day, a coal dealer of Brooklyn, died and it was found that for nearly twenty years he had kept complete tally of his business in his head. He had not the slightest knowledge of arithmetic, as taught, but according to his own methods was able to remember who owed him and wbom he owed, down to a cent. His sons associated with him In the business kept a private account book, but they never dared let their father know about it. Just before his death the coal merchant tolc[ them the names of all debtors and the amounts due. Even in his dying moments he spoke "with scorn of the need his sons found for using pencil and paper to take down what be told them. After their father had passed away the sons found his memory was even better than their account book, for they had neglected putting down certain sums ■ the old merchant had reported to '■ them.

Coroner's Ancient Nuisances.

Somebody invented coroners three centuries before Columbus discovered America. It was a job of much distinction and there were no fees attached, says the Philadelphia Ledger. But even when Oliver Cromwell was a lad, folks in England began to abuse coroners and call them grafters, or whatever it was they called folks .in that day who got something for nothing. And Blackstone, whose name is often used as a synonym for common law, declared that coroners were not only an unnecessary nuisance but that they often stood in the way of justice. Several states are now trying to abolish coroners, but progress is slow. If It were as easy to eradicate an old office as a new one, I fear no coroner would survive the slaughter. When I aSked an eminent judge what coroners are good for, his reply was: “To draw salaries.”

Soldiers of the King.

The change which education has made in the British army in the last quarter of a century comes out again in the craving of the King’s Liverpool regiment for magazines to read —“always acceptable In the trenches and defenses.” The illiterate private of Mr. Kipling’s early stories has vanished, leaving in his place a man as physically capable and as high-spirit-ed and also of quicker and better-fur-nished Intelligence, who has triumphantly shown himself to he able to make a success of the new military training, with its wisely bold policy of evoking' the soldier’s capacity for making the best use of himself on the battlefield. The needs are not those of the old Mulvaneys and Learoyds—if these ever existed —but those of sensitive, highly-civilized men. —j Manchester Guardian. I

Effective Water Sterilizers.

Two ozone water-sterilizing plants at Nice supply 40 and 80 gallons of absolutely germ-free water per second. The ozone generator Is of copper plates, with glass sheets between, and the air between the plates Is decom‘poped by a silent electric discharge of 70,000 volts. The nitrogenous products being removed by a filter, the ozone Is passed into a chamber into which the water falls as rain through gravel-cov-ered netting.

Air Over Land and Sea.

A report on the atmospheric-electric observations made daring the second ernise of the Carnegie Is published. The radioactivity of the air the ocean areas far removed from land is smafl,*compared to Hmt"f6uS<x dSr&ir land; while the ionization over the ocean was at least as large as that found over land.