New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-06-11
Sin1one
By COUNT EDUARD KEYSERLIvG.
Translated, 'citk Introductory comment, BIZ
William L. McPkerson.)
No Is.

No Is.
The storT aohich folloics-by Count Eduard
v<yserlirq. the weI knolcn Bdrdridn author,
nav or nay not embody an actual experience.
The author does not commit himself specifcal-
,, IN tkot point Nor lcds IL at all necessary
tlo, he should do so. In the recollections Of
= oonrolescent, trying to recall the happenings
n the battlefield, it is not allcGys possible 70
Sr,p a clear line between imagination and
r,olifv. But 1chether the story is or is not
literally true its truth in the larger fglua-
tire sense is inoontestGble.
Simonc IS more than an indiUidudl. She as
, type. She symbolizes the spirit Of 1coman-
hood. whose instincts Of pity and compassion
syr,ire ercn amid the hideous arrangements
n rar. H1tredS, hotcerer natural; resent
msrts. hotccrer Just, cannot altogether CT
,;rcqish romans humanity, her elemental
.rorino 70 spare and to succor.
As Sinovs puts Il "TVhen lCe ought to be
kind. lre can't be- and It's the same lcGy lchen
nc ou0ht to be unIiHd. II is our nature" A
uec ereu,p lifcation-dHd get Uery old one
Of the Eternal Feminine.
II is a pleasant thing to find this tribute to
French ror,anhood 5crittel By a BaDdrian and
pubished in a leading Vienna newspaper the
4Neue Freie Presse.'
THE first days-the first weeks-during
which I lay wounded in the hospital
n are q blur in my mind. | remember
that was tormented by violent dreams-the
thunder Of artillery. the tumult of battle,
blanched faces with wide-open eyes, every
where slime and blood. Then again sank
back into the sombre shadows Of merciful
unconscousness.
One day everything seemed bright and clear
around me. felt the burning Of my wound,
the pitiful weakness Of my limbs. l saw the
cheerful room in which l lay, the bit of pale
blue sky cut into squares by the panes Of my
window. I recognized the face Of the Sister
who brought me broth-the round face, with
laughing brown eyes, set In the broad flaps Of
the snow white cap. heard what she said to
me and could answer. Slowly drifted back
again into life, and life seemed to me an ef-
fort-a dull and dreary labor.
One night lay there motionless could not
sleep. but a wonderful sense of tranquility
came over me. I no longer felt the burning of
mywound I could stretch my limbs with ease.
It was as if life was gently rocking me on its
softest pillows.
Around the hospital all was still. Once in
a while clock struck or there came the sound
of light footsteps hurrying past my door, with
whirring like the tapping Of the wings Of
the big candle moths. That was the shaking
Of the flaps Of the white caps which the sisters
wore A delicious feeling Of security warmed
my heart.
And as lay thus recollection awakened
in my nind-a recollection as clear, as vivid.
as rich in color and detail as many Of those
dreams are in which we reproduce our past
experiences.
It was the day Of my last battle We were
creeping forward through thick underbrush
At last we charged 1t was the sort Of
charge in which ideas and consciousness are
submerged in action. l felt a sharp blow un-
derneath my shoulder.
"This time it hit me-" | said and / raised
my hand 10 the place where the bullet struck.
ut is not so bad" l thought, at first.