New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-27
BY ARTHUR GLEASON.

Amy damage to the trees will be severely
punished.
"By order of the Commander
Little strips of bark from the protected
tree framed the notice.
There was the voice of France, mindful Of
the eternal compulsions of beauty, even under
the guns. No military necessity must destroy
grove.
We were standing on an historic spot. In
the fourteenth century Yolande OF Flanders
built her castle here, high above danger She
was the Countess of Barbecue, the Cath
crime de Medici of her district When little
village to the north protested at her heaVy
taxes she burned the village. The bishop
sent two Wears to expestulate. She drowned
the two Wears. then built three churches In
expiation, one more for good measure than
the number of Wears and died in the odor OF
5aactity. One Of her chapels is on the pia-
teau where we were stan ng. On the outer
wall is a sun dial in colors, with Latin IN
scription around the rim:
"As many darts as there are hours Fear
only one dart, the last one"
So the old iluminator had written on this
Chapel of Sainte-Anne.
"Only one she'll will hit you-your own
she'll No need to worry till that comes, and
then YOU won't worry" How often the SOL
diers of France have said that to me, as they
60 forward in their blithe fataism
The Mayor led me down the grove, his
crutches sinking into the confer bed OF the
lane. From the rim of the plateau We looked
out on one of the great panoramas of France
The famous roads from Varenne and Verdun
come into Clermont and pass out of Chaions
and Paris. Clermont is the channel through
the heart of France. From here the way lies
straight through Verdun to Metz and May
ence. We could see rolling fields, and mount
ing hills, ridge on ridge, for distances OF from
twelve to twenty-five miles.
~ have four sons in the war" said the
Mayor zone is a doctor He is now prs
oner with the Germans. The other tnree are
hussar, infantry and artillery
We turned back toward the house. His wife
was walking little ahead Of us talking viva
ciously with couple of officers.
"Nv wife" he went on, "has the blood OF
four races in her English Greek, Spanish
and French. She is very energetic woman
and brave. She is a soul. She is somebody
Ellie est une anne. Ellie est quelqu'un.)"
! We talked with her She is brown eyed
and Of an olive skin, with gayety and ever
changing expression in the face. But she il
near the breaking point with the grief of hei
/ loss and the constant effort TO choke down
the hurt Her laughter goes a little wild.
felt that toars lay close to the lightest thne
she said. Her maiden name was Marie
Amelie-Anne Barker.
"When the Germans began to lombard oul
village" she told me, my husband and went
down into the cellar. He stayed there few
minutes Too damp he said. He climbed
upstairs and sat in the drawing room through
the rest OF the bombardment. Every little
while | went up to see him, and then came
back into the cellar.
after their bombardment they came II
person. In the twilight of early morning
they marched in, very splendid sight, will
their greatcoats thrown over the shoulder.
heard them smash the doors of my neghbors
The people had fed in fright. The soldiers
piled the household stuff out in the street.
saw them load a canton with furniture tsker
from the home of NJ. Desforges and with ma
teriaI taken from Nordmann, our merchant o
novelties.
"a doctor with the rank of major sezec
the surgical dressings Of our hospital, al
though it was under the Red Gross flag.
II stood in my doorway, watching the mer
go by.
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