Connecticut western news., 1915-09-30
Gayety Amid Horrors.

UdyeLy Amid d0rr0rS.
 The land is used to every detail of war and to its grime, horror and make shift. but also to wars unbounded courtesy. kindness and long suffering and the gayety that comes. thank God. 10 balance the overwhelming material loss.
 There was village that had been stamped flat till it looked older than Pompeii. There were not three roofs left nor one whole house. In most places you saw straight into the eel lars. But hops were ripe in the grave dotted fields round about. They had been brought on and piled. In the merest outline of a dwelling women sat on chairs on the pavement pick ing over the good smelling bundles. When they had finished one they reached back and pulled another through the window hole behind them. talking and laughing the while.
 A cart had to be maneuvered out ot what had been a farmyard to take the hops to market. A thick. broad. fair haired wench of a sort that ATillet drew flung all her weight on a spoke and brought the cart forward into the street, when she shook herself and. hands on hips. danced defiant little jig i'll her sabots. As she went back to get the horse another girl came across the bridge. She was precisely of the opposite type, slender, creamy skinned and delicate featured. She carried a brand new broom over her shoulder through that desolatiOn and bore herself with the pride and grace of a Catalan. The farm girl came out leading the horse, and as the two young things passed they nodded and smiled to each other with the delicate tangle of the hop vines at their feet.
 Grown Princes Ambition.
 The guns spoke earnestly in the north. That was the ArSonne, where the crown prince was bIsily getting rid of few thousands of his fathers faithful subjects in order to secure to himself the reversion of his fathers throne. No man likes losing his job, and when at the long last the inner history of this war comes to be writ ten we may find that people we mis- took for principals and prime agents were only average incompetents mOv- ing all hell to avoid dismissal. For it is absolutely true that when a man sells his soul to the devil he does it for the price of half nothing.
 It must have been a hot fight. A vii a1 iS,t nInnor fI1io line. opened on it from hillside that overlooked an Italian landscape of care fully drawn hills and studded with small villages; q plain with n road and river in the foreground, and an all revealing. afternoon light upon ev- erything. The hills smoked and shook and beloved. An observation balloon climbed up to see while an aeroplane, which had nothing to do with the strife, but was merely training a be- ginner, ducked and swoOped on the edge of the plain. Two rose pink pill lars of crumpled masonry guarding some carefully trimmed evergreen on a lawn half buried in rubbish repre- sented a hotel where the crown prince had once stayed. All up the hillside to our right the foundations of houses lay out like a bit of tripe with the sum- shine in their square hollows. Sudden ly band began to play up the hill among some trees, and an officer of the local guards in the new steel anti shrapnel helmet, which is like the sey enteenth century sallet, suggested that we should climb and get better view.