The Detroit times., 1915-10-13
By HgReERr COREY.

N~SUShe0oes AOAOS ~ n0IO0Bt COuOXsI
PARIS, Sept. S.-The three cooks
have returned to the trenches. The
fat cook wept when he said goodrby.
The middle aged cook kissed her
hand. There is something OF the
distant aristocrat In the middle aged
cook. One remembers reading Of
certain seigneurial rights and Of
certain seigneurs who exercised
them very long ago. The little
young cook stood up very straight.
He had that way with him that %
many Frenchmsn have OF saying
theatrical things in an untheatrical
way.
"It 10 for France" said he.
She u On American woman. When
the permissionnaires began to come
home for the lrst leave they had IN
moro than slsvsn months It occur
red % her that many French sol
disrs have no homes to which they
may 90. Their homes-the places
whsrs their homes were-ars b
hind the German lines IN northsrr
France. she began 10 worry d
nights about these mon. At last
she went to tho War Once.
''will these men be given leavef'
she asked.
"No." said, the ofFyciais. 1T 10 re
grettable. Madame. but what would
your They have no place to 60"
II has been said that Madame Il
m American. Americans are "a
dicted to whipping the devil around
the bush Of obstacle. She canvass
cd her friends for money. One day
she returned TO the War Once.
Send three Of these homeless men
to me each week." said she. II
win give them good meals and Z
bed to sleep In. and they shall ss>
this brave Paris. Az for the money
my American friends viii help ms
out"
For . time there was silence
Then. one morning, there came a
little tinkle at her bell. A timid
tinkle. II was ~ though good
child had touched II. Madame the
American went to the door. and
there stood three men looking at her
wistfully. They were clothed In the
French uniforms Of blue mist
which had been stained from heel
to shoulder with French clay. They
did not speak. One OF them-the
middle aged cook--bowed with
something Of grace and offered her
paper. The others took OF their
caps and stood at attention. II
was the order from the War once
quartering the three homeless sol
diers upon Madame the American
for . week.
But come in," said she. "Come
in. I am 30 glad to see YOU"
They entered In single file. thu
middle aged cook and the Fat cool
and the little young cook. Once in
side the door, they stood at atten
ton. Their faces were precisel.
the color OF those bronxes one see,
in shop windows upon the Rue d.
Ia Paix, but Madame would have
sworn they were blushing. She
asked them to sit down. and the,
sat upon the extreme frontier Of
the chairs and held their caps arm
ly in their strong fingers and look
ed unhappily before them. II Is o'
certainty. says Madame the
American. that they were regrettine
the trenches.
Madame may be addicted Il
prayer. Quien sabe? II she Is. Il
Is very certain that ahe prayed
that night that these three mer
might have a good time In Paris
They we're such very dear helpless
simple souls, for all their uniform
and mustaches and the trench clay
Like children. Madame says. The.
did precisely what she told then
with touching obedience The
they returned to their chairs an
sat on the edges OF them and move
their fingers dolefully. Once Mao
ame suggested that they look on
Of the window.
AT last I took them away froI
that window" said she. II believ
they we're enjoying It. Not one ha