The Big Stone Gap post. [volume] (Big Stone Gap, Wise County, Va.) 1892-1928, 1917-11-28

d n AVE yOu ever looked INTO II
s::: q: ~ !, T .ss ,e ess : sss
brave laughter? That is Paris
Just now, after three years of war sor-
row and war triumph. writes james
Milne In the Graphic She has let sore
tears fall. but, Ike the tears which
make pearls. they begin TO shine In the
sun of assured victory. Paris puts her
trials behind her. rcso!ute that they
are over and must he forgotten. She
lets the smiles OF n naturally merry
hcnrt light the ROAD before l;cr. know.
Ing how to play the heroine In these
great days. us She played them In the
great dnys of old. Paris vault bicn
unc mcsso - said Henri Quatrc. Ii he
came bnck to her from the royal
shades. he would think her worth
many masses.
Perhaps one knows n French lady
who, In her elegant self, seems To- In.
carnate Wnr-Parls. She will wear
black for somebody hcroiculiy derl
or In tribute to the nations 'lost L.
gIon," who nre not really lost. only
r'Aaf N'Abif w lH'iNAaf WV Way va ~
touch OF white somewhere tn Tighten
the black, rs the sun brcnks through
clouds into u clear sky Maybe She
has been nursing. this French lady.
ever since the war began. Eat there
Is no WEAKNESS In her bright eyes, no
forgctfuncss of the art, simple subtle.
Instructive, with which the French
vomnn wears her clothes. You sym
plthetically ask for tales OF tragedy
begottcn in her circle bS the nnrd ex-
cursions Of Armageddon. Size bends
her head revercntly. flash in her
face. and tells you the latest good
story OF inImliablc Monsieur polu.
Women Capable and Serious.
That, lf you please, is Madame
Paris, rs you meet her In Boulevard
ANA liolS, womuu who mcurns for the
departed, hut In The cause of their de-
pnEturc finds u new moral inspiration.
lnu understand her and salute her, In
maid, wife and widow. How capable
they are, how serious, how detached,
To NIL appearance, from the frills and
furhclows of the womnn's life as we
used TO regard IT, bur they remain
complete women, with coQuettish
response for II compliment, If 1t be del
lcatc enough.
Even Charles Edward Stuart. an.
Client bachelor ms lie is, Philistlnc rs
he fundly thinks himself to he, takes
on his hat 10 the parlslenne In this
war time. lie Is II dear friend of ours,
nc lives In Old Paris, just ms the young
Nrctcnicr might have done, up wind
ing oak staircase So dark that tho
concierge gives you a candle 10 light
it, ard that Is why we add u word TO
his rightful name nnd call him Charles
Edward Stuart. YES" says he. "thc
l'arisicnnc is ut least us fine as the
pnrisian under the war ordeal, some
might say finer, better mettle Of the
French pasture. She Is n consoling
force, at u high surge like this, OF the
fascinating aud rcpulsivc, mysterious
and commonplace, awful and trivial
life in which. God knows why, per-
liaps, we have been pitched for few
moments"
In OLD Paris.
When new book appears, read an
old one when YOU want 10 understand
the spirit OF tolay's Paris. 80 down In
To Old Paris; SO we went to st. Eticunc
du Mont, near the Pantheon. 1--WE are
lucky" whispered Charles Edward
Sihart, as we stood within the sacred
walls, sin being here under the best
conditions. Look that CLEAN of sun
falling on the little rcd-robcd acolytc.
And the clouds OF incense from his
swinging censor-it is great" Mar
gueritc de Valois would think so her
self, and the founding of ST. Etlcnne
tiu Mont goes back TO her. That was
the old church. and window shows
the removal OF the shrua Of the
"Saintc' to the new church
1t IS. you see, the Paris that the Ger
lnans wanted to loot. and they would
not, like ourselves, have stayed ont
Side the door of st. Etienne du Mont
cad looked across the road Mt tho
wcalu, OF picturesque old houses.
They are typical Of the ancient bridge
houses, una prints show the Pont Neuf
10 have been bordcred with these. Nor
would che Huns have wandered to the
impasSe dies Boepfs, which looks hts
cory 10 the very marrow; but has none
that is recoverable. $50 much the bee.
ter for people OF imagination" quatb
Chorlcs Edward Stuart. "Isn't Il a
nice. tumbled, jumblcd. dirty, fasclnaI-
rE pincct" No more would the Huns
nave halted ut Bouchardon's fountain
n ilr Rue de Greneile, or been taken
by The eharmins lnnch-tummicd. poiy-