New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-10-08

I'll, story which follows IS q story OF the tr'-
nm Dk Of romans humane impulse oVer 'He
hairods engcndered by rdr. IL IS NOT pure
-, r,,I., Of compassion that triumphs-n0t an
;rreduoi6le feminine instinct-ds ~ds me case
il Comut Eduard Keyseriing's little master
mere "Simone." ,Uhich appeared IN me
Tribune Sunday Magazine Of June II 'dst'
The ,rot,re here is somewhat more personal
o,d s.l}-;rfercsted 1t IS the realization bp
,r;fs and mother, NTH q husband at the front,
TINT he. foo. 1nay be standing IN direst need OF
helm y1i6ir the enerny's lines, toRich prompts
her 20 90 TO the rescue Of a French soldier
rounded IN the fighting in one Of the c't'eS o.
eoafb,resfern ALsGce. Such CONSIDERATIONS
should hare freight NTH all reasonable ana
vight-minded persons, eren IN 0dr time b"t
,roy too frequently b0nishes reason, ana m me
extraordinary rtndictiUeness and saudgery o.
the preseat tror the rile do unto others as
so,, ,ro7,Id hare others do unto yo1F has been
boror,d much more in the breach than in the
observance.
I'll, ,oueh Of nature which this story dls-
olos.s and lays stress On-its SANITY ana '0Ho'e-
someress Of feelin9-Gre therefore all the more
agreeable and cormendable. The spirit Of
tsxnmity stM Gres beneath the surface Of
,oor's ruthlessness and passion.
TIME fighting in the streets, the squares
and the open spaces Of the little town
II had ceased.
The French were driven back IN wild rouI
through the wooded hills. The thunder OF the
cannon had died away, and only scattering
shots now and then from the border OF the
WOO, told the inhabitants that the pursuit of
the enemy continued.
Frau Hanna Budenkamp, who, with her
children at her side, had knelt long In ardent
nrayer. raised her head now and then ana
listened
After the candle had burned down and the
last ray of sunlight had vanished outside the
iron-barred cellar window one could hardly
see his hand before his face. But the chiidreh
no longer shrieked and wept They merely
chung tight, still frightened and trembling, 10
her skirt. The grandfather, who IN the frst
hours of the battle had prayed aloud or every
now and then spoken cheeringly and reassur-
ngly to his daughter, had now fallen asleep
and sat crumpled up in corner, surrounded
by wine casks and bottles.
The Young wife felt for him in the gloom
and shook his shoulder.
Grandfather there is no more firing IN the
city. Wake up, grandfather
But il was long time before the old man
fully understood her. Drunk with sleep he
stumbled up, opened the cellar door and listened
for signs of life or movement upstairs As all
WAS still in the barred and bolted house, he
shufied up the steps, looked into the kitchen
and the adjoining rooms and, finding nothing
called his daughter and the grandchildren up
out Of their hiding place
Unsteadily the three stole up the creaking
stairs into the lighted sleeping room, where
Frau Hanna at once put the children in their
beds. In their exhaustion they had forgotten
hunger and thirst Again and again she
kissed their round, tear-stained faces. That
night she said their evening prayer alone.
Only the grandfather, who sat breathing
heavily in his armchair, mumbled few
words in accompaniment, his white head sunk
on his breast and his eyes half shut.
"And forgive us our trespasses as we ior-
give those who trespass"---
Nv that time he was again sound asleep
The young wife shook herself together with
violent effort being also on the point OF
Welding 10 her empowering fatigue She
toek q few steps toward the bureau, where