The copper era and Morenci leader., 1915-12-31
THRICE S HERO
 OF PRISON CAMP
Story of the Deeds of Auguste
 the Little French Tailor.
NOW HE WANTS TO FIGHT
Three Times He Wrecks Plant Where Asphyxiating Gas Bombs Are Made and Twice Escapes to
 His Own Lines.

Paris.-It was in Nantes that I met this little man I am going to tell you about, and I think I will tell you the whole incident, just as it happened to me, so that you. can see in what queer, unexpected way one may run against a hero. I found him on the railroad quai in French provisional town in the shape of an undersized tailor, slightly bald and forty-two years old.
 Nantes is one of the twelve cities of France that have statues in the Place de la Concorde, in Paris. One passes through there on the way to and from the coast towns of southern Brittany and, having come from St. Nazaire, l was waiting in the Care d'Orleans in Nantes for the train to Paris and meanwhile trying to find my porter to see if he had all my luggage gathered in one place.
 I found him at the far end of the quai, with my bags at his feet, talking to a young girl wearing the Breton coiffe and the wide-sleeved Breton cos tune.
 'Auguste has come," the girl was saying as I approached. He arrived last night from Paris, and came to our house this morning."
 My porter touched his cap to me. Everything is here, monsieur" he said, "and the train will stop directly opposite us on the No. line. This is my sister Madeleine, who has come to tell me about Auguste.'
 Very Proud of Aucuste.
 "Auguste is our cousin" explained Madeleine, and he is coming to the station to see my brother. My brother vas his favo-itc when we were chill dren. Here lie is now!' she cried. And I turned and saw a group of three ad- vancing along the quai.
 A lame girl was on one side and on the other was a tall man in baggy corduroy trousers, while between them was a small man, wearing trousers that were too long for him and a brown sack coat and gray cap. He had a heavy brown E1ustache that hung well over his mouth and turned
  ing curves. A grayish stubble~ of beard ornamented his cheeks, and when he took his cap off I saw that he was beginning to get bald. He looked not so much like an old man as like one who had recently been through a severe sickness. There were deep lines in his cheeks and myriad little wrinkles around his eyes, while the skin hung loose and flabby on his neck and his complexion was of a grayish pallor.
 After the affectionate> greetings were over my porter turned to me and said: This is my cousin Auguste, monsieur. He is just home from Ger many
 Then you are a soldier?" I asked as I shook hands with him. Not yet" he replied. ''The govern ment has given me fifteen days leave before 1 join my regiment" "Auguste has done his service,'' said Madeleine. They were all very proud of their cousin and stood close around him in little circle.
 But yes," said Auguste. 'I did my three years before l went to Germany and 1 have been home every year since for my two weeks training. was just coming home last year when the war broke out, and they made me prisoner"
 Oh" said. 50 you have been in one of the internment camps Auguste Is Prisoner.
 ''It is so, monsieur, he replied "Three days before war was declared they took me and all tbe other French men and made us prisoners in a camp.
 Before war was declared?"
 But yes, monsieur, three days be fore war was declared"
 Where was that?"
 Tt was in SaXony, monsieur. would not want to say too closely. My wife and children are still there, and it would be bad for them. But it was not far from Dresden"
 Were your wife and children also made prisoners?"
 My wife is German and my ch1l dren were born in Germany"
 And how long have you lived ir Germany"
 Fifteen years"
 But you have come home every year,"
 "To do my training.
 And now you have escaped and come back to France"
 ''To fight for France" he said.
 marveled at that small man with the little bald spot, the stubbly gray beard, the sickbed pallor and the bag gy trousers that were too long toi him.
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