New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-05-10


kiant figure in bronze refined back r
mighty charger The head was high.
tie hand outstretched. II seemed, IN
he fading light. as though The statue
hl George Washington stirred as the
leader Of another France from tina.
b. knew, saluted him Perhaps the
Stark form on the pedestal knew that
ske nation he had made was repay ing "a
htbt Of nearly $50 years.
Fifth Avenue Cleared
.Across Fourteenth Street and INTO
18TH Avenue the procession rolled ne
etv's greatest thoroughfare lay gray
Ahd bare before the horses Of the
itoopers. The police had swept II clean
III traffic The drumming OF hooi~
dhickened. the cars rolled along raster
Men and women from the loft oultd
Sings along the way cheered as the ionV
dine OF motors sped northWaro' ne
procession crossed Twenty-thrd street
md entered upon the real glory o. the
avenue.
As FAR ~ the eye could see the
buildings were afame with flags. Scar
let. silver and blue. they tossed ara
whispered. The cheering grew oeeP'
and louder. FOR the Marshal was resch-
;sg the heart OF the city and . was
Singing 20 greet him.
\. Eyes Bright with Tears
..Before him stretched the richest
street OF the richest city IN the word
AID il had forgotten It's wealth, Its
ptide, everything but the debt Il owed
10 the smiling figure, whose eyes were
hue and little bright with tears
.And now for the first time came the
wailing, courageous c'y, NNe IL
}Tance,'
"A woman stood at the curb. In one
hand she held the trieolor, in the other
,be Stars and Stripes. She WAS crying
Ind unashsmed. She strove 20 reach
abe msrshaPS car as Il neared her out
n policeman held her back.
.t"Nive Ia France" she cried. give
3e Marechal,'
Still the policeman held her She
iyss French. Her hero was passing.
the acted
,tRoth arms went about the police
iasn's neck. Two ferveut kisses were
inprintod upon his cheeks. The crowd
l6ared. and he. overcome with confu-
ejon. collapsed She eluded him.
Out into the street, as close 20 the
rbr or the beloved man Of France as
nc could get. she halted. He did not
NJ her until he was well past. Then
,re rose IL his scat, half turned ana
diluted her.
't"Viva Ia France" The crowd was
sskinc up the battle cry OF the sister
republic now. Il rang again and again
~ the procession hurried uptown.
Tiny Girl Greets Him
A. Forty-second Street a tiny girl
.ssood in the uniform OF Frencn
souave. She held out her tricolor tow
ard the Marshal. but he was iooking
at the lights and great banners tnat
1tad transformed the library.
. "Vive Ia France she screamed APP
Teslingly. He was so close and he
Nouldn't sec her. And then he had gone.
DIV. But n wonderful thing happened.
The stocky figure stood M and looked
Anck toward where one disconsolate
little girl was looking down upon
S,ouave uniform that she had worn Tor
nothing. The hand that had taken Ger
many by the throat and had thrown her
hack wa lifted 10 the splendid scarlet
snd gold cap. And then. silver hair
Ayas futtering IN the wind, and the
Marshal Of France was bowling with
Under smile to n little girl. who sud
denly forgot that any ono ever ie!t
IKE crying.
give la France" Some women we're
tobbinC loudly as he passed. Others
New him kisses. More than ono man
lroke of in the middle Of his cheer TO
s1Ilp painfully.
,iIn one window OF a Fifth Avenue
house sat a gray-haired man with his
aSife. a dowager of stern appearance. In
-hc Other stood an old. old butlcr. whose
fyes dweit hungrily upon the car hur-
wing along behind its guard Of troop
rs.
Tho putIar caiutcS
Then suddenly the butler forgot Mon
tieur and Madame. who sat near him;
forgot everything but the white-haireo,
ruddy-faced hero who was passing lie
ituck his head far out over the window
ledge.
st"Viyc Ia France" ne shouted wildly.
.Nive les poilus! Nive Ia France."
SO Joseph Jacques Ccsaire loire.
Marshal Of France. rode through the
centre and into the heart Of New York.
with the clattcr Of hoofs before and the
furge Of voices about him. So he rode,
beneath the flags of the Three Great
Miles. while New York tried 70 say
lihat il felt. and failed because sobs
will choke the loUdest voice.
Overhead as he neared the Frick
home. at Seventeen Street. the sky
tVas gray and threatening, but far 20
the north the sunset had stained the
~ a bright living red. Toward this
glow rode Marshal Jofre. while men
81 New York cried his name and the
oapae Of France