The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-15

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 serted. but within doors and in the fields they are worting-for them.
 Women hold the handles of the plough, and lads of 8 or % hold the reins- The old make bread and the Nttlest disappear beneath the heaps Of beet leaves which they are gather ing for the animals. There Is not one beggar along the roads, and not one case of drunkenness. At the Sunday mass, the crowd more than dlIs the church and sWe1ls out among the tombs, kneAlfng before the open
 doors. [ do not believe have once. heard the revenge. As to de- votednessthe consecration of each iii has become the reason of exis-a tence. There not a hamlet where the schoolhouss has not been turned into little hospital for convalescent. wounded. and for them the best of everything is put aside.
 " The humber of wounded is terri
 bles In our commune Of Glomel. the most xtenstve of the department of the Eotes du-Nord. there Is not one faznly which does not count one. I wounded. one dead+or many. Yes-.
 terday sent to the prisoners agency two new requests for infernaation;l ; among others, for a family of whose. six sons, all officers, three are dead, one wounded, and two disappearedi 1 And so tis for many others But men are not yet wanting-a good number In the stations and many volunteer offers refused. Confidence. too. is as absolute as it was at the begining. | A general who conlmands an army corps wrote me this week These children of mine now no more thnk of falling fack for a German shell
 than for an apple that drops from. q tree.
 hllInb1e Paris well. gives me charac- l terisfic Impressions Of the clear bright afternoon which she spent
 visiting the cemeteres,.'
 I Everybody was out, It Is always I a sad fetes but doub1y so this year. think the attendance must have been much greater than ever before Tshefe seemed to be some unrest all the morHIng, and number of aero- planes kept patrolling around over it yet. How calm and quiet the
 French are and have been all ! through these trying tines!A When we
 were receiving visits Of the aTaubes
 German aeroplanes dropping 4 bombs into the effy1 fhevs would
 out of sight, and then quietly dis I perse until the next day, when they
 would be out on the lookout for them
 again. No loud talking, excited ges- ticulations, or discussions. could
 stand at my front window and look toward the sky to see the Taube pass
 ing and then glance down to see the crowds of people silently watching
 and wondering how it will all end I I saw kind-hearted persons scat
 tering ehrysan nthernurnss on the graves
 marked with a black cross-or Ger
 mans brought in with the other
 wounded and since dead.,' This was | done everywhere the Paris ceme-
 teries of the common people. Poor women gave a flower and prayer
 saying: All is over now they are
 dead-and they. too, have mothers i. who would like to have them remem- bered.''
 5i Tn the heritage of hate which viii
 be the worst fruit of the war, thi: pity of Parisian women, and men too, should not be forgotten. On if.
 side, the company of pastors of Ge- neva-in these days Of mourning . sees with grief the failure of civf g Hzation and q culture which calico themselves Christian and wer, power1ess to check the generaIized wi1full return of barbarisn.