The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1917-04-05

X here than the citrus fruit from 3
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expected. France stands firm and un-
dismayed. ready to spring when the
hour comes. And Russia-Russia has
shown what she can do. Wait till the
mountain SHOWS have gone! Germany
has scattered her men, sacrificed them
on every battlefield. the pawns of the
game. 1t Is not forever she Gun do
this. In the end it is the pawns who
count"
The wOman's eyes were filled with
tears.
"8ravs Talk, Ny een!"
1T Is brave talk" she cried; brave
talk. my son. l shall speak to them
In the village Of you."
mot Of me. madame." he begged
Look at me. speak for what
represent. I am the common soldier
Of France. I am the man who bids
good morning to Death. day by day.
and will continue to do 80 until the
end comes rather than leave our be-
loved land to facs the dread Of mu-
tilation again."
There was no sound of guns here.
The train clanked across the streets
Of an old country town and drew up
Mt the platform. Madame laid down
her basket and embraced the Pollu.
"Son Of my country" she exclaimed.
"the good God guard you!"
She kissed his cheeks and departed.
The Poilu handed down her basket
and waved his hand. He was once
more gay.
"One is tempted, perhaps, to talk
overmuch. monsieur" he ventured,
turning to me.
"One can never say too much In the
language you speak," assured him.
He accepted more of my cigarettes
and our journey was resumed.
Presently he leaned out Of the win.
dow and looked forward. shading his
eyes with his hand.
"What Did N. IL President Mean7"
"Soon," he announced. II reach my
home. For week shall rest. Mon
sieur is English?" he asked, turning
suddenly toward me, mot American2''
Il am English" told him once
more.
america" he said thoughtfully, rs
great country. America has been
the good friend Of yourselves and of
France. would not say word
which might seem lacking In courtesy,
and yet-there is this note which
started this peace babble, the note
which. they say. Monsieur lie President
wrote"
ut has been answered" I reminded
him.
ut has been answered with great
words" the Poilu assented, land Of
that no more. But always this puzzles
me-what did Monsieur lie President
mean when, in black and white, he set
it down as an accepted thing that Ger
many. that our enemies, were fighting
for the same cause as we, the cause
of the smaller nations7 Have they
heard Of Belgium over there, mon
| sieur? Have they heard of the many
thousands Of slaves being dragged
weekly from that country? Have they
heard Of Serbia and montenegro
They were small countries, monsieur,
Germany is very great, indeed, In her
care for the small nations, but it ID
her way Of caring. not ours. What did
he mean. do you think, monsleury"
shook my head.
'"The ways of diplomacy are not al
ways so easy us they may SEEM" re-
piled. Besides, there Is much which
remains behind all that is said in
print"
"That 10 Why We Fight"
The mans attention had wandered.
He was gazing ecstatically out of the
window. He beckoned me to his side.
About little wood-crested slope a
space had been cut. A white farm.
house stood there, and near by a few
cottages. and church with nuaint
tower.
MY home" he pointed out with a
little catch in his throat You see
the hills yonder. monsieur? It was
there that the Boches swung round. A
few more miles and might have been
homeless, wifeless-and the chill.
dren-"
He stopped and picked up his hayer.
sack. His eyes were curously bright
| You see." he concluded. that IL
why we fight, that is why the word
peace today stinks In our nostr,,s
We shall fight until France is safe"