G.
How Captain
Rose, the Ameri
can Aviator,
Saved a Beau
tiful Russian,
Totally Un
aware That She
Was the Very
Girl He Had
Fallen in Love
With Months
Before,
Lochinvar came out of the west. Captain
Rose came out of the sky. Lochinvar in
vaded the solemnity of the marriage feast
to claim bis own. Capt&ln Rue invaded
an enemy's country. Lochlnvar rescued
his. sweetheart from marriage that would
have been inane and without love. Cap
tain Rose rescued his bride-to-be from a
fate at the hands of the enemy.
But what a gallaflt he was I He had no
handsome charger on which to gallop to
hia best love. -.Nor was she gowned in
wedding garments when be saw her. Ehe
was standing, shivering', awaiting capture
by a band of Cossacks bearing down upon
her. . - - -
So. In his airplane, this American
swooped down and rescued her. As they
rose they could hear the swish of the
swords of the dissapointed Cossaclc pur
suers. And the strangest pare of all is
that Captain Rose and the girl he had
Just rescued did not recognize each other
as old acquaintances until the pursuing
Cossacks had been left far behind.
' BY PATRICK DOWLING.
LENINE'S army, poorly clad but
singing- . and victorious, had
passed that way, and Kamne
Rose, a little hamlet about 100 miles
as the crow flies from Archangel,
had been" laid waste. That Is, what
little had remained after the months
of internecine strife was now re
duced to ashes. The survivors were
cowering in hiding places in the
countryside. Cossacks, seeking what
they could loot, were still foraging
in the neighborhood in the wake of
the red army.
Suddenly, much as great bubbles
begin to appear on the edge of a
(Blackening whirlpool, a young wo
man and three little girls popped out
of a hedge where they had been hid
ing for two days without food or
drink. Believing . they were safe,
they had emerged, "the pangs of hun
ger spurring them on. The children
were -of the drdinary type of peasant
youngsters, poorly clad and anemic.
But the young woman, whose face
was beautiful, made a striking fig
ure, with hair golden In the after
noon sun, disheveled but charming.
And inxthe eyes of the Cossack offi
cer who spied her while watching
an airplane from afar through pow
erful . field glasses, no Bathcheba
could have been prettier. She did
not know that a moment later a
sharp command was given and gal
loping hoofs began lessening the dis
tance between her and her unseen
admirer.
Chaned by'Coaaackja,
In fact, had she heard the distant
thunder of the hurrying hoofs she
would have thought little of It, for,
at that moment, out of the air above,
a great plane was descending, bear
ing the Insignia of the royal air
forces of Great Britain. Even to her
unpracticed ear the knocking of the
balky engine of the machine was
noticeable. The machine alighted a
hundred yards away from her and
the a-' -tor, first taking good care
that his machine gun swung free In
the fuselage, for he had seen the ap
proaching horsemen, brjan with des
perate haste to correct the 'defect in
the engine. But his coolness, even
In such a situation, struck the girl
and, unafraid, ehe boldly hastened
toward him, leaving the. youngsters
' hidden in a clump of bushes, where
Uiey were as cleverly camouflaged as
a cottontail rabbit i- a setting place.
"Cossacks !"said the" aviators, when
she approached, pointing to the dis
tant hill.
Her face blanched with terrc- as
ehe looked and beheld the would-be
captors galloping down upon them.
"Save me!" she cried, appealing to
the birdman, who had fortunately
found and adjusted the trouble in his
engine. .
The birdman, who had actually
started his machine over the ground,
preparing for the long run necessary
to attain sufficient speed for the
flight, thought quickly. Another
passenger would hold the niachi0
just so much longer on the ground.
Time was precious. "-
The Cossacks were close on them,
now descending the hill. - .To him
capture meant Imprisonment, possi
bly death. To her? He saw . how
good she was to look upon, and shud
dered. Would he risk it, tempt fate
for this strange Russian beauty?
He answered the question by leaning
far out of his seat and dragging the
girl into the cockpit of the already
fast moving machine.
On came the Cossacks,-' the wiry
horses of the steppes traveling over
the rutty rfield as easily as a pacer
on a speedway, while their masters
howled in glee at the' thought of
capture of the airplane, the airman
and that prize of womanly beauty
and sweetness. They screamed with
delight, brandishing their sabers as
they rode. Soon they were over the
top of the hill and not more than a
few yards behind the moving ma
chine. Where the Romnnce Began.
For 100 yards his strange pursuit
continued. Then, suddenly, the ma
chine lifted, bearing aviator and girl
to the freedom of the air and safety.
For, before the rapidly-galloping
steeds of the pursuers could be brought
to a halt the plane had mounted
far above them, well out of reach of
the shots of the Cossacks.
The above is not a chapter from a
best seller, merely an episode, but the
episode. In the lives of Captain Oren
J. Rose of the British Flying corps,
who lives at Roseville. Mo., and Sonya
Zarlova, Russian lyric singer, who
is about to become the wife of the
American. For he took a chance and
won a bride. And the thrilling resume
occurred as the denouement of a
romance that began in London before
the Russian revolution, when Captain
Rose, then an enlisted man training
In the Royal Flying corps, met his
bride-to-be at an entertainment at
which she sang.
Mile. Zarlova was engaged to a prince
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all right for me to take them to
breakfast with me?"
"That cannot be done," I suggested.
"So," concluded the colonel, "be
tween you and King I seem unable to
do anything. Now, why can't I take
them to breakfast?"-
"Because Mayor Mtchel closed
everything except 'one-arm lunch
rooms at 1 o'clock."
"By Jove, there is an advantage to
a Broadway education, isn't there?
It's so long since I've been uptown
late I had quite overlooked thaf1
change. But 'isn't there some good
place between here and New York?"
There were several. Mr. King
recommended the Post Road Inn in
New Rochelle, and It was decided to
stop there.
It was 2 o'clock In the .morning
when we reached the place In three
automobiles the policemen in full
uniform, the colonel, the late N. A.
Jennings of the New York Herald.
A. Leonard Smith of the New York
Times, and myself.- It was the prac
tice, I should state, to use three cars,
a pilot car loaded with police, the
colonel's car with two policemen on
the box, and a trailer carrying four
more. Regardless of speed laws, .the
party usually made fast time.
As the crowd unloaded at the inn.
the proprietor, naturally swarthy,
looked out and turned pale.' Alarm.
tear pf a raid, and arrest were written
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Mile. Sonya Zarlova, who owes her
life to the Plucky American aviator.
at the time, a real prince of the Rus
sian aristocracy. But what is a mere
prince of Russia to a prince of Amer
ica who, surpassing Lochinvar, drops
in on one at such a dramatic moment
and In such an up-to-date vehicle as
a flying machine?
Sonya was studying under Mme.
1.
T. Roosevelt frfr
on every feature. Before he could
aay or do anything I assured him.
"Don't be scared," I said, as I led
the police in; "It's not a raid only
some folks after something to eat."
With a sigh of relief he asked,
"How" many?" and started to arrange
the table. Halfway to the dining
room he espied the colonel and re
traced his steps. -
"Beg pardon," said he, "but isn't
that El Presidente, President Roose
velt?" "It Is Colonel Roosevelt, all right,"
I said.. And again he started for the
dining room, this time registering
something like a cross between sur
prise and elation. A moment later the
band .suddenly switched from rag
time to the national anthem, and be
fore the surprised dancers had a
chance to adjust their steps the
colonel at the head of the party was
halfway across the room.
Instantly the dancers broke: into
applause, the few who had been seat
ed rising to cheer. Then, in "a con
fused sort of way, as though doubtful
of what to do next, all hands took
their seats and watched the colonel's
party.
The dance-hall crowd, It may be
stated, was just such a crowd as one
would expect in a country roadhouse
at an early hour Sunday morning
men of the "tired business" or sales
man type; girls young, a bit Inclined
to be flashy, but not conspicuously so
i " " ' . artists. Sonya's happiness was nearly As the adjutant was leaving:, the f, f V ' " - - 4
fki ' Lr-tSS--' I -nnui. Thon tv.o revnintinn. miraculous happened. There was a , f " a.o-w i
Pykachiva, a friend and confidant of i an old nurse she escaped from Petro
the czarina, just before the revolution, I grad through false passports and be-
whlle Captain Rose, who had been rejected-by
American army recruiting
sergeants, was fighting in Britain's
air forces, which had accepted him.
Captain Rose, the former Missouri
ploughboy, made a wonderful record.
During his 1200 hours of active serv
ice flying on four British fronts, he
officially recprded 16 enemy airplanes,
12 balloons, six gunboats and two
submarines. Undaunted by continual
Injuries received' when he was shot
down eight times, he earned many
decorations. Including the highest
honors of all the alHed countries.
The former ploughboy, now com
mander of the 2d squadro"n of the
Royal Air Forces, wore across his
breast the 'tHstinguished flying cross,
and a bar, 'which is equivalent to a
second medal of the order; the Belgian
order of Leopold, the Belgian croix
de guerre, the French croix de guerre,
the general service medal from Eng
land and thS allied medal 'and the
Russian order ofSaint Anne.
Saved by Slav Troops.
Great had been Sonya's joy in the
days before the war when informed
by Rasputin, whom she knew, that
the great Gla.zu.nov, who had heard
her sing, had chosen her for the royal
opera, which entailed " a complete
Diaries
ry, Jr.
something between the "flapper"
and the chorus-girl type. Prohably
all had worked hard during theNreek
and were having their weekly "blow
out." . After some discussion of the bill-of-f
are, lobster was ordered that and
champagne, the latter by Colonel
Roosevelt without . any suggestion
from others In the group. During the
meal most of the talking was done
by Colonel Rosevelt, among it some
on. John L. Sullivan, who had been at
Bridgeport the preceding day. He !
also discussed some of his Spanish
war " experiences. TlVse latter fol
lowed an interruption by a 'man wear
ing the Maltese cross of the Spanish
war veteran. - .
"No apology needed," the" colonel
assured this man when he apologized
for "butting in." "I am always glad
to meet any cf my old comrades in
arms. We did not have, much of a
war, but it was the te3t to be had,
and we did the best we could."
"A lot of the old boys have gone
from around here, colonel," said the
veteran In a tone-suggesting regret
that he, too, could not go.
"I know It, and I am proud of them
for having gone," answered the colo
nel. "If I had been permitted to go,
to ake my division across, I'd have
had whole camps with me. The boys
are right."
"The boys are all strong for you,
colonel; they were all rooting for you
NOVEMBER 14, 1920
finishing course under the best
masters in Italy and a debut in the
czar's opera, the coveted goal of all
artists. Sonya's happiness was nearly
complete. Then came the revolution.
Russia ran blood. With the aid of
gan the 1500-m.ile journey to Shank-
hurst, which she reached in rags. Mis
fortune pursued her.
There' was a raid by the bolshevist
soldiers and the family, which took
her in, fell Into the military net. The
old father was torn away from the
mother. The sons were killed and the
younger women were thrown into
temporary confinement in the house
where the Bolshevik Commissar Pa
daiko lived.
At 2 o'clock In the night Sonya lay
sleepless on a pallet in an attic room
in the house. She feared the worst.
A rap came at the door and, with
out waiting for the summons to be
answered, an adjutant of the com
mander strode into the room and
jerked poor trembling Sonya to a
sitting postur on the bed.
Then he stepped back and bowed in
r manner of mock courtesy. He ln
ormed Sonya that she would have
utter freedom if she would go Imme
diately to his Commander Padalko,
who waited down stairs for her
answer.
Sonya drew back and with a ges
ture which held In it all the dignity
of her aristocratic blood, but which
did not betray her Inward terror, re
f used to answer the proposal of the
to get a chance. They knew you'd
make good." '
"And they "would have made good,
they will make good, those of them
that are permitted to go, and. their
sons will make good. They're the
make-good kind."
Others, emboldened by the fact that
the Spanish war vet had not been re
buffed, then came up to pay their
respects. When the last had gone,
someone remarked that the "ex-soldier
was feeling pretty good."
"Yes," said the colonel. "I noticed
that. I have noticed before this that
all Spanish war veterans are not tee
totallers. IiWact, I have known some
of my ovrn men to get rather drunk,
to put it mildly but they were all
good fellows. Just the same.
"I remember on one of my trips
west, one of my old men rode many
miles to see me. He'd told every
body what he was going to say and
what a good time he'd have when he
saw me. When I arrived, however, (
think he can best be described as hav
ing been too full for utterance. The
boys- had to tie him up and lay him
away to recuperate. It Was his first
lapse, I was told, in several years
Of course I didn't see him.
"Later on I had a letter from him
full of contrition, apologies and re
grets, and a rather naive explanation.
If be couldn't celebrate when he was
to see his old colonel, when could he
celebrate? However, he added, he
was back on the water-wagon. Re
cently I heard he was still on Jt. I
hope he stays there for life, for he is
commissar. The adjutant told her she
would rue the day when she had re
fused and withdrew to report to his
superior officer.
As the adjutant was leaving, the
miraculous happened. There was a
noise of hoofs and wheels outside and
the firing of guns. Soldiers of the
Slav troops were raiding the town.
All was confusion. The troops of
Padalko. small In number, scattered
to the four winds and the raiding
party continued divtheir mad dash
across the countryside, leaving the
villagers and captives in comparative
safety.
Sonya fled to a retreat where she
was sheltered for a week. Then fol
lowed another reversal which came
like a blow In the night. The bolshe
viks, reorganized and strengthened
in numbers, again swooped down upon
the town and those who were sus
peoted of royalistic sympathies were
quickly rounded up and confined In
the jail of the town. Sonya clung to
her protector as the troops combed
the retreat from cellar to garret. She
was dragged away protesting and
confined with the other captives.
Their life was one of misery and
despair amid the filth of the jail. The
captives were mainly women and they
fared fll on the meager rations of
breads which was made of sawdust,
sometimes with great chunks of wood
Jn It. They had watery soup to drink
because all the meat went to the
army. What little wine there was in
the country went to tha officers.
Again the fortunes of war fluctuated
and the townsfolk, under a secret
agreement, rose, one night, overpow-
a good fellow . and that's his one
weakness."
The curious may wish to know if
the colonel drank anything that morn
ing. He did part of a glass of wine.
(Another installment next Sunday.)
Foxes Rid Selves of Fleas.
An interesting "nature note" by Mr.
Sidnav of Wakefield: "An nlrl Maine
(rannpr told me a fw rinvn a irn that!
foxes rid themselves of fleas by tak
ing 'a piece of brush in their mouths
and backing slowly into a brook. As
the fox backs Into the water the fleas
climb up on his back into dry terri
tory. Finally when all but the tip of
the fox's nose is submerged, the fleas
have all crawled onto tfie bit of brush
the fox holds In his mouth. The fox
then drops the brush, loaded with
fleas, which floats down stream,
while he runs out of , the water, rolls
In the grass and bounds away into
the woods."
Horse Falls, Killng Rider.
. NEW YORK. Halcourt Hutton, 18,
son of E. F. Hutton. New York
broker, died from effects of injuries
suffered when thrown by his pet
horse at his father's stables in Islip,
L. I. The horse, which was usually
gentle, stumbled while moving at a
moderate gait. The tragedy marred
the honeymoon of the boy's father,
who last July married Mrs. Edward
B. Close, the beautiful daughter of
the late C. W. Post and heiress to
millions.
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Captain Oren J. Rose wearing same of
the ntedala for gallantry he won
' daring the war.
ered the reds, freed the prisoners and
fortified the town against new in
vaders. In the confusion Sonya es
caped, miraculously avoiding the cos
sacks. She made her way to Kamne
Nose. Surviving a raid. In a field out
side the town, her rescuer found her
and carried her away to Beresnik.
Nor was It' until she had recovered
from her fright that her gallant res
cuer recognized the Russian beauty
with whom he had fallen In love at
London when he first heard her sing.
Together they spent many hours
over a book of English and today, in
Los Angeles, Cal., where they await
the wedding ceremony, few can be
found with a better mastery of the
English tongue than Sonya.
Marbles, Formed by Molten
Lava, Found in Oregon.
Nature Forma Toys for Prehistoric
Youngster, Hxperta Find.
BEND. Or., Nov. 13. (Special.) If
the prehistoric Oregon boy did not
enjoy an occasional game of marbles
Just as much as the youngsters of to
day, it was not for want of the neces
sary equipment. Jack Horton. forest
examiner, just returned from Dog
lake, in the southern part of Lake
county, discovered a "marble" mine
there, he says. The shores of the lake
underneath a thin layer of earth-and
sod, contain an unlimited quantity of
spheroidal bits of stone, many of them
almost perfect in shape. They are
just the right size for childhood's fa
vorite game.
The only theory which apparently
answers all requirements, Mr. Horton
says, is that molten lava, sprayed into
the air by a volcanic eruption of past
ages, - returned to the earth in the
form oT tiny balls.
Silver Mine Brings Fortune.
ALICE ARM, B. C. To buy a silver
mine at a sheriffs sale for $200, the
property being sold to pay wages due
the purchaser, and then to sell the
mine a few years afterwards for
$75,000 has been the good fortune of
Pedro Salina of this city, who just
disposed of the Esperanza mine to a
group, of Vancouver men.