The copper era and Morenci leader., 1916-02-11
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.


 queer, unexpected way one may run railroad luai in a 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, 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. 1 line. This is my sister Madeleine, who has come to tell me about Auguste.'
 Very Proud of Auguste.
 ''Augusi;e is our cousin" explained Madeleine, land he is coming to the station to see my brother. My brother was his favorite when we were chill dren. Here he is now!'' she cried. And I turned and saw a group of three ad- vancing along the quail
 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 1 had a heavy brown Eoustache that hung we'll over his mouth and turned up toward his eyes in great, sweep 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 f1abby on his neck and his complexion was of a grayish pallor. ! After the affectionate greetings were over my porter turned to me and said: s'This is my cousin Auguste I monsieur. He is just home from Ger 1 many
 Then you are soldier?" asked as shook hands with him.
 Not yet" he replied. "The govern ment has given me fifteen days leave ! before I, join my regiment" "Auguste has done his seryice, saiC Madeleine. They were all very prout of their cousin and stood close around him in little circle. 1 But yes,' said Auguste. "I did my three years before went to Germany and I have been home every year since for my two weeks training. was just coming home last year whe1 the war broke out, and they made mt prisoner"
 "Oh," l said "So you have been il one of the internment camps
 Aususte Is a Prisoner.
 ''1t is so, monsieur, he replied Three days before war was declared they took me and all the other French men and made us prisoners in ; camp.
 Before war was declared?"
 But yes, monsieur, three days be fore war was declared"
 Where was that?'
 "It was in Saxony, monsieur would not want to say too closely M, wife and children are still there, ant it would be bad for them. But it wa not far from Dresden"
 Were your wife and children als' made prisoners?"
 My wife is German and my chil dren were born in Germany"
 And how long have you lived il Germany"
 Fifteen years
 But you have come home ever. year?"
 l 10 QO my LrdlnluS.
 And now you have escaped ant come back to France"
 'To fight for France he said.
 marveled at that small man witl the little bald spot, the stubbly ga. beard, the sickbed pallor and the bag gy trousers that were too long fo him.
 How old are you?' I asked
 "Forty-two years since last month monsieur" he replied.
 And what is your business?"
 'I am a tailor
 I could no longer be astonished Were there many prisoners in you