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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

81 sec that you do not know he be
gan, feeling his way. 81 thought that
you might already have had some news.
! wanted 10 break it first TO your
father. Bot ! am obliged TO return at
once. and ! must keep the promise
which ! gave. ! came from the front,
you know. My name is Jean Nautler,
and ] was the comrade of one whom
you know well. Yes-Paul Tuiller.
He is wounded-gravely, very grave
ly-"
"Mon Dieu," she cried. ale is not
Tell me the truth"
lie made no answer. realizing that
she understood. lie was Grieved and
annoyed that he should have told his
tragic news so abruptly, when he had
intended to lead up TO IL more circum'
specify. VenturinG to look at the
young girl. he saw that she had turned
pale and that her cheeks were wet with
tears. But he had a feeling Of sur
prise. There was no trace there Of
that terrible despair which he had
feared TO see. He began again, in a
low voice:
~ promised him to bring here, if
anything should happen to him, some
of his effects-a souvenirs. Here they
are
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

A BATTALION back from the
N trenches is holding concert IN
the village. The men are new to the
Mace. with its houses shattered by con-
tinual German Smelling. On this late
afternoon Of summer they are busy
preparing for the entertainment IN
farmyard behind the shade OF one OF
the big barns. There is a platform
rugged up, a transport wagon with one
wheel missing, and this vehicle IS Kept
in q vertical position by boxes prop
ping the body. All the officers and
men of this battalion are seated round
the wagon. and Geordie the regimentaI
comedian. is on the stage.
Gcordie is thin, scraggy boy with
sloping shoulders, long meek ana SucH
a roquish twinkle in his merry brown
owes. He has known France since the
carly DAYS of the war and he has foushI
NJ Ypros. Loos and the Somme. On
tho left breast of his TUNE the rloooh
of the ID. c. VI. can be seen. HIS age
i now about nineteen, but not a Word
about that, Young GeordIe was not
oyer-caudid when war broke out, ana
be successfully deceived the recruiting
St, sergeant. 1t is to be hoped that the h,
Recording Angel has now forgotten
The errors Of which Geordie was guilty.
IN tho autumn Of 1914. If they are not
FORGOTTEN Geordie's chances of getting
TO heaven are precarious. But one may
doubt whether the heroic assertions
which secured him admission into the
army will debar him from entrance to
Paradise.
Anyhow. Geordie would have strong
claims 20 admission to the Heavenly
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02
THE PROMISE BY Frederic Boutet

to do the same thing for me, if |
should fall. Only, in my case, 1t was
not worth while"
"Why?' asked Emile, raising her
eyes.
"Why?" he returned, with a forced
smile. because | am alone IN the
world absolutely alone. | have neither
parents, nor relatives, nor iancee no.
body who cares for me. In snort, / am
without any personal attachments. Ana
even down there, you know, there are
moments when it is hard to have to
say that. But am talking about things
which do not interest you
She said softly that they did interest
her. Then the soldier, after little
hesitation, ventured another question.
Have you a tance down there ?"
She shook her head and her face
Redeemed. They stood there silent,
both under the spell of vague fee'-
ing of tenderness, with which was MN,
gled the sadness of mourning, evoked
by the poor souvenirs which lay on the
table between them. The soldier
thought confusedly of the death which
he had so narrowly escaped, and n"
had an impcrious desire to live and TO
love, the image in which tnat desire
lowered being that of budding young
eirl with chestnut hair. But he die
not dare to put his thoughts into
words. lie merely said:
IL must go. But | should like to ash
of YOU favor before 90. Will you al
low me 20 tell a comrade, If anything
happens to me, TO send you some things
which | shall leave behind? That vii.
not displease you""
She looked at him. her gray eyes
filled with pity and emotion, and,
trembling a little. answered:
you will come back am sure you
will come back"
Hesitating to read the true meaning
of her look and tone, he said very
softly:
81 shall come back here
She nodded assent. lie took her
hand. bent across the table on which
the little package lay and awkwardly
kissed her on the forehead. Then he
went away IN the dusk, following the
path through the woods which smelt Of
verdure and freshly moistened earth.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

THE afternoon was wearing on.
The threat of coming storm
had deepened the shade Of the
forest as the soldier who was following
tie wooded path debouched into a
large clearing. He recognized this a.
onco. remembering the description Of
it which had been given to him, and
he also recognized by its UNCOVERED
ROOF the house which he was seeking.
In haste he crossed the clearing and,
as the first drops of rain imprinted
themselves in the dust of the path, he
knocked at the door. which was
promptly opened.
M Maray?" he asked.
Papa is not here; he has gone to
town." answered a fresh voice. But
if you wish to see his assistant, he
Ewes only q little distance away"
A young girl had appeared on the
doorstep, followed by huge dog, who
growled and whom she told TO keep
quiet She seemed to be about sixteen
or seventeen years old. In her gray
cloth dress she looked tall and well
developed. Her clear face showed lines
that we're still childish; but her eyes
we're serious, calm, serene. With her
hand she brushed from her brow some
unruly strains of chestnut hair.
81 wanted to speak first to VI.
Maray." the soldier stammered.
On seeing her he had recoiled invol-
unfairly, and she now gazed at him
with astonishmcnt, for he was OBJ
viously and painfully embarrassed, and
that didn't go well with his great
height, his vigorous features and his
frank and open expression.
"If / could come back again" he
murmured. But that is impossible. |
must take my train this evening. And
after all it is you you are the one
with whom ! must speak.
The young girl had scarcely caught
those last words. so violent was the
boating Of the rain. She asked him 10
enter the house, and closed the door
after him. They both remained stand
ing in a large, dimly-lighted room.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02
Ireland Is at War With England Declare Griffith and
De Valera, and the British Army of Occupation
Must Be Driven Out
By John LLOYD BALDERSTON
Copyright 1917 by Mcclure Newspaper syndIcate)

that he owes his life to the fact that
at the last moment, he tried TO prevent
the rebellion. He talked to me with cold
passion about England, quoting broken
agreements and atrocities and acts of
extortion extending over past centuries.
"Do you not" | asked, make any
distinction between the Tory and Lib
eral parties in England, or do you not
admit that English feeling toward Ire
land has changed in modern times? ~
NO" he said. England is always
the same. Tory or Liberal, Labor or
Paciiist. they are all alike. We trust
none of them. When England is weak,
she offers US concessions. When Eng
land is strong, she takes back what she
gave us when she was weak. That is
the history of Ireland"
What is the Sim Fem political pro-
gramme?' ! asked Mr.. Griffith.
Aim, to Gust Enemy"
sour strength is that we have no pro
gramme," he answered. at is wrong
to speak Of an Irish republic. Sim
Fem is not committed to republic
Some of us would prefer an Irish mon
archy. We represent all shades Of
political theory. Sim Fem has no con-
nection with any class, or with the
Catholic Church. Our one aim is 10 get
the enemy, the army of occupation, out
of Ireland. When that is done, Sim
Fem will dissolve. political parties will
come into existence, and we can lead
our normal life as a nation"
We discussed the future of an indS
pendent Ireland Mr. Griffith contended
that Germany and the United States
would support an Independent Ireland
because "he who commands Ireland
commands the sea power OF the At
lantic.' and the interest of Germany
and America, Mr.. Griffith insisted, is
to overthrow British naval supremacy.
The Sim Fem leader hammered home
his points with dogmatic insistence. He
would not argue. His whole attitude
expressed the Characterization given
him BY George Moore. the Irish novel
list. who wrote, Arthur Griffith seems
to me to be ram. lie is always but
ting"
Finally said:
but surely you will admit that for
this dream of yours TO be realized Eng
land must be completely defeated that
she would never abandon her sea power
by setting Ireland free to ally herself
with the enemies of England until she
was crushed"
Says England Is Beaten.
Mr.. Griffith brought his fist down on
the table. In tones of absolute finality,
he said. England is beaten. That we
know here" The remark ended the in
terview. and ! said as | went out, 81
must pay you the compliment. Mr.. Crit
fifth, OF remarking that think the Brit
ish made a great mistake not TO shoot
you" He smiled grimly and for the
first time, and said, 81 thank you very
much"
Eamonn de Valera | found in his
little home, one of typical row OF
workmens cottages in Munster street.
There could be no greater contrast than
between this young frebrand and the
sombre. elderly Griffith. One glimpse
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

This is widely believed to be true in
Dublin. ! have been assured by promi-
nent members of the convention that
they know of German arms being I'M
ported in this manner. The Sim Fem
leaders themselves. with all their re-
markable unwillingness TO discuss their
plans and position, refused to tell me
whether Hindenburg is helping them
out with rifles or machine guns, hand
grenades, fame-throwers or cylinders
of poison gas-weapons, all OF when
figure in Dublin rumor.
Ireland is under martial law. There
is something comic in the SIM rem
complaints of miltarism and oppression
against the British method OF handling
the situation here. discussed the
situation briefly with General Sir Bryan
Mahon. communicative of the con
siderable British forces in Ireland, but
am not at liberty TO quote him.
Two illustrations will show to what
extremes the authorities are going IN
their desire not to provoke the SIM
FenerS.
No British Flags Flying.
Through the first two days of the
convention no British flag was flying
in Central Dublin. But block away
from the convention hall, some Irish
Barbara Frietchie had flung to the
breeze Republican flag of red, green
and white. II futtered over the heads
of the delegates as they walked TO their
deliberations. No attempt was made
TO remove II.
Over the front Of the building oc-
cupied since his release from his life
sentence for treason by Arthur Crit
fifth. at Iiarcourt street, are stretched
in large brass letters the words, "Slnn
Fein Bank" and Mr.. Griffith and his
friends there edit and publish the
official organ of Sim Fem. now called
Nationality" which continues its
propaganda with certain regard for
censorship, but no concealment OF It's
sentiments and aims.
Only one grievance against the
martial law now enforced IN Ireland
can be expressed against the Dublin
Castle authorities to-day that was not
available before the Easter revolt. The
Sim Fem soldiers are no longer
allowed TO drill in the streets, dig
trenches in the city parks. or rehearse
undisturbed their planned attacks on
the Castle and other strategic points.
as they did in the early months of
1916.
The facts about Sim Fein appear
to be that il is led by the survivors
of the leaders of the Easter Week re-
bellion. that it is spreading its organi-
zation all over Southern Ireland and
gaining support at an alarming rate,
that its principal doctrine IS the use
of force to obtain national independ-
ence. and that it repudiates anything
short of a complete separation from the
British Empire.
1t was 20 obtain from the leaders
some explanation of the policy and pro-
gramme of Sim Fcin that | went to
them. Arthur Griffith | found in his
office on the second floor of the Sein
Fein bank building. II has not been
many days since he was released from
his life sentence for treason; il is said
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

IN uBLlN, Aug. 12.-After as close
an investigation as circum-
stances permitted into the pres
ent organization and activities of the
Sim Fem, or Republican, party in Ire
land, | have been struck by two facts
Of interest TO the American authorities
CD BY the implied admission of the
leaders of Sim Fein. Arthur Griffith
and Eamonn de Valera. the organiza-
ton remains actively anti-British and
IN as close touch and cooperation with
Germany as possible.
t2) BY the admission of the same two
men, who have just been released from
prison. Sim Fem still receives money
from lrish-Americans in the United
States.
Griffith, the founder of Sim Fein, its
executive head prior to the Easter Week
revolt. and de Valera. whose sensational
victory at the East Clare election has
made him the idol Of half Ireland and
the real leader Of Sim Fein. to-day
permitted me to interview them. To
both | put the same question:
"Am ! then justified in assuming that
American money which your organi2a-
ticn received is being used to plot
against Great Britain, in connivance
with the enemies of Great Britain and
of the United States"
ireland mt War"
Griffith and dc Valera both replied
by repUdIatinE the suggestion, which
both seemed to resent, that they arc
pro- German. De Valera said. England
is in occupation Of our country. Until
she removes her troops Ireland and
England are in a state o. war. While
we are in a state OF war Englands
enemies must be Ireland's friends
Griffith was more cautious. Our
appeal is TO the peace conference" he
said. THE question of the use of force
against the enemy is purely one of eX-
pediency." He declined TO discuss his
relations, if any. with the Germans,
but said like de Valera, 81 am not pro-
German. But Germany is the enemy of
England. and England is my enemy.
You may draw your own conclusions"
How do you get money from
America ?" / asked de Valera.
We navy NNA NHN' Nv t*''e'NA'N
evasively.
A stranger has only to walk the
streets of Dublin half an hour to learn
what an extraordinary hold the Sim
Fem propaganda has upon the mass Of
the population. The Nationalist party,
one is told by members of all factions,
is practically dead Joseph Devlin, the
Ulster Nationalist leader. told me that
if an election were held tomorrow the
Nationalists would lose half their seats
20 Sim Fem. The Sim Feiners them
selves claim they would win every Ma
tionalist seat in Ireland away from the
Redmondites and gain several constitu-
encieS now UnioniSt.
Sim Fein Anarchy Dreaded.
Meanwhile. Orangemen and National
lists are coming together to meet the
common menace of anarchy and civil
way which they believe the Sim Fem
programme holds in store for the coun-
try if the Republican party secures con-
troll
Since the. suppression of the Dublin
revolt. which was planned to extend
all over the country but went of az
half-cock. il seems probable from all
| can learn that arms have been SNUG
gled TO the Sim Feiners, from Ger
many by means Of cargo submarines,
which put into lonely bays on the
almost deserted west coast.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02
Ceordiie
By PATRICK MacGILL
Author of The Great Push

ficers and y. c. O.'s," he begins, 81 am
about TO address you, and my subject
will be The jar. What | want 10
know is this. Who has ever seen Il
full jar of rum? For myself I've never
seen a full one. | get my tot of rum
in an egg-spoon and | only get that
three times a day. There's song
about The Lost Rum Ration. and I'll
sing it if Sergeant Snogger will give
me permission
Sergeant Snogger, who is one of the
audience, knows the song, and as the
sergeant is a strict teetotaller he sees
no reason why the song should not be
sung.
spit il out, Geordie," he shouts.
Geordie sings:
The sergeant's water bottles full,
But il is strange 20 see
The sergeant on the ear-hole for
Some water for his tea
But amt il strange when night Is on
And we are out Of sight
The sergeant takes his bottle out
And swigs from IL all night
Cold water
Cold-cold water.
Cold. cold very cold. cold cold. cold. water !!
Come nowl All together and let X
rim" Georde shouts. and the cold
water chorus is repeated. officers and
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

y. c. O,s Joining with hearty joval-
ity in the monstrous calumny. Geordle
then impersonates various officers;
shows the shy sub giving the glad eye
TO the French maidens when passing
through the village, feat Of which he
would be entirely Incapable the IS
blushing furiously now, and shows the
padre looking at his wrist watch, when
is always out of time, and mutterlng;
"Well. dash it; wrong again. Both
the padre and the young sub get an
encore.
Other items by other artists fol-
low. and Geordie comes on aTaln
toward the end of the performance to
sing THE Ration Song" "the song
of the best fed army in the whole
blooming world" as Geordle remarks,
nodding his head in mock depreciation
of army food allowances as he speaks.
This is the chorus Officers and men
ioin in with zest while Geordie s,rums
an accompaniment on the harp:
"Rations enough 10 go round
Rations enough TO go round
Rations enough,
Horrible stuff
But still there's enough to go round I"
That night in the mess the c. O.,
speaking about the concert, said:
"Geordie has got the d. c. " for
bravery, but he deserves the V. c.
for keeping the battalion in such
good humor and high spirits. And in
case there are not rations enough TO
90 round tonight" the c. o. added
with a merry twinkle in his eye. cit
would be as we'll 10 see that the artists
who helped at the concert should get
special treat"
That night Gordie and mis- friends
had a big banquet in a neighboring
farmhouse, and the c. o. paid for i.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02
Translated by William l.. Mcpherson

Here is another of Frederic Bouets Cjrd Stories He
has, IN q high Degree the art of illuminating little incidents and
SiudonS-Ot Filing them uith meaning larger than hen-
seIre The PrOne contains all the elements Of tabloid Cdr
Drama The emotional reactions aCh inspires grand
scale are there IN miniature The abnegation Of death and the
passionate appeal of life and Oye-heSe the Wo moreS
chOse contrasts dominate eUery aUar Tragedy
NJ Bouet'S story appeared IN "Le Jomnat OF PdrS on
June Is last "The Messenger another good example OF has
concise and finished co appeared The Sunday Tribune OF
August II.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

On the table between them he placed
a little package, tied with black RIB
bon.
"Mon Dieu. Mon Dieu! Poor Louise!
What a misfortune!" murmured the
young girl.
Louise? You are not Louise? You
are not Paups fiancee"
mo, no." she answered, shuddering
in confusion and anguish. Louise is
my sister She is twenty years old.
They were engaged before the war. |
was only fourteen then. Poor Louise
She loved him so much, These last
days she has been very uneasy. She
had received no fetter for long time.
She went TO town with papa TO try to
get some news"
"You are Emilie?" said the soldier.
ale talked to me about you-but as if
you were a child
"Yes, am Emile" she replied
After moment of silence he began
again, motioning to the package:
THAT is for your sister. He said
that | must bring it here if anything
happened to him. He fell beside me,
killed on the spot. As soon as | was
able to do so | kept my promise. He
was my best comrade, Tullier; for
months were were together. When he
made me swear to come here he offered
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02
The Love Of Liberty for Young Ladies

who has taught her and daughters TO lore bber
as rendered the highest patriotic Servce"-An-Sufrag
The love Of liberty, my child,
In women, should be very mild.
And never of that type, Of course,
Which contemplates the use of force
| know you would not wish to strike
A blow, for that's not ladyike,
But even argument may harm
womans pure and peachlike charm,
And silent wishing, though well-meant,
Will often lead to discomfort
SO liberty for you must be
No vulgar longing to be free
Yourself, but rather graceful praise
Of that men won in ancient days;
For sheltered ladies can
Love freedom-when bestowed on Man.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

The first woman jury of Pasadena after having been CON-
pened by the judge for their earnest attention and bu
nesske method of reaching decson showed mpatence to
reach home in time to get supper ready Just doescy
still existed in suffrage states!
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

On being given crowded San Francisco trolley
It's fact though melancholy,
In New York
have stood up in trolley
Like stork;
Though the Ants always say
That the price we'd have to pay
For vote; yet, day by day,
have stood up in a
Going long and going far
In New York.
WE'LL we'd gladly take the risk, OH
/ admit
But it's not like that in Frisco,
Not bit
Where the vote already,
And the cars unsteady,
Every man is so we'll bred, he
Rises quickly hat in hand;
Couldn't let lady stand
Not Bit
The suffrage states have for self-con.
graduation There ati-surage organizations in then
I've wanted the ballot for reasons a-many,
And this one is not the least sound
That get it there to be any
Organized ants around.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

From impressions" by Beatrice B. Bernhe'mI
Neapol.tan. Cosmopolitan city the bay,
and whose boats san an inc ''
people are merry who love their FUN ana @ue
Their music fills the very air; memory ever aiVer' -,
busy streets with ong crowds Of hawHers ana OF '
pretty girls and noisy boys, and many hoary menu'
Who ply their trades filth with vim; ana by the aS ~
rapturous gaze turned the many mower s'IS'
The roses and carnations plentiful in Naples
our own land our september apPie'
And strange 70 saw the very thing for artistic eye
Of drying wash, which hangs t"St ea'h an" ~
50 close is this that should person need some extra i"uhuS'
His neighbors might him out and come IN Wei! nanny
The wondrous excavations nearby Pompen brought
surely themselves of Greek and Roman arr
The white gods goddesses standing here i
make US wish we could lived in that now ancient u
TUESDAY: "POMPEI"l
IF YOU'D SPOKEN LESS CLEARLY, YOU'D HAVE GOT ooo
LABELS, PERHAPS
Sir ordered bv telephone fifty labels printed Inc cursed
Coonet' got fifty labels printed THE Cussed Coroner
the of speaking the English language loudly and distinctly
'PN'7 Wv A. c.
The Aviation Corps a member informs is trying to have
song written for it.
Will somebody oblge with Hymn of Height!
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-02

pleaded guilty the other day in California, rather
than jury of In old times would have cost the
good deal to convict this seconfessed wife beater
Woman suffrage the state money