The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-09-11

!, .Iiiiict on Side of Allies
 fCopyright 1917; by the International f News Bureau)'
 "And you Neutrals, who do not blush at allowing such inJustlces oo " committed, destined, moreover fall on you later, come and walk neIe In the midst of these ruins-l want eo believe that you have not reanzeo sra,,. .sr,sbtf,,lness because that can be your best excuse.
 sero Americans I have no longer need say Come" because they are coming in splendid array They come with money. with soldiers, with ann munition.s to the aid of civilization ana liberty. They deserve more pralse than will any of the neutrals' Of Eur ppe who may finally decide to march with us because they are but yet dls- tantly menaced. The ocean saves them. without doubt, at least TOT lime. from >the tentacles Of the great German octopus, and if they nave ris- sn- up it is in a superb fervor or lnois- nation, in pure sentiment Of sohoaF- ltysand justice.
 s,.ssThe last time was in their coun-
 
 rified modernism, by their fervor TOT speculation and progress. It may, be that did not know how to see nor to teIl that they were capable Of such ldealisrn- and such disinterestedness. May be pardoned and accorded the measure of being here a humble in /, terpreter of our most profound and sympathetic admiration" ~gtt M , fUritten by Pierre Loti-Translated Ies. by Viola Shaw Bosdan)
 All alonS the way where my auto had to run today for several hours the woods that the shells had not entirely destroyed and the meadows, which were formerly the cultivated fields and are again covered with long grass have such 1uxuriousness Of verdure that it might almost be called tropical. The lonely ruins of villages are gar- landed with honeysuckle and roses Aid the birds burst forth with deiir- lous song from the midst of the sum- mer leaves.
 ~-On my way meet groups of Ger man prisoners who calmly repair the marriite holes and ruts in the road Each one has large number painted on the middle of his back and they wear light green pantaloons and coats with queer skirts. Some are old ana pent.s with glasses and grfsly boards ike dfscolored flax. Others are very ! young, inifiAture boys, who have had ' to grow up since the war and whose edormous hands have outgrown the nafrow sleeves. Many must be the sons of burghers and while making roads they are guarding their eye glasses and students caps, Almost al .sI<, 1,..@ a ner of trace supremacy that we know 80 welt 1t cost me a great effort tc return their military salute but ir spite of my repuIsion 1t was necessary for me to do 1t.
 After ctossing these uncu1tiyated plains, abandoned for three years. came to a region where magnificent wheat, sprinkled with bluettes and wild poppies, ripened under the sum nier sun. They are the fields the bar; oSffans have sown hoping to make i into bread but they have gone and i ls we who reap the crop. Except fol thfB harvest, intended for themselves which they had not time t., destroy everythingp is pillaged. notaa village not a church nor hamlet which wal not carefully and thoroughly destroy ed, even when there was no militar. excuse.
 All at once we see no more of the ugly German figures in greer brooches. It is because we are yer. near the front here and their precfou lives must not be risked here to carr, shells to their captors. These we se now are our good territorials witt such honest faces, who are stoopini under the burning sun and workinl courageously to make the roads, & necessary flor the conveying of ou soldiers and their equipment. safe t travel. S@
 fThe further I advance the greate tHe devastation around me. hea growing louder, like a storm whicl apfr0aches, the music of death, tn thuffdering noise of the heavy artiller which, in this section,s never stops. ] becomes, so to speak, certain kin of silence.
 Through. this section my auto ha been running in the shade. But 1 the zone that am about to enter tn venerable trees which bordered tn road with magnificence have been GU down by the barbarians a metre fror the ground and their trunks seem liz r1aSsive round tables lined up alon thergoad. The canals that I cross, an thevEivers are real cemeteries of boat v Some are almost under the water an show no more than part of their sterl Others, on the contrary, have the prows standing straight up as if the were rising to meet death. I crosse these rivers on narrow bridges, ha. tily improvised by our engineers, bt cause the barbarians, as you knoy destroyed all the bridges and the hig banks which supported them are uI heaved as if by a cataclysm.
 From time to time, outlined befol me against the sky, I see some heaI of strange, huge objects which, frol distance, look like bodies of dea monsters piled up pell meil but frol which, in all directions, point the ent Df tunnels, pfstons and retorts Con Ing nearer one realizes that they ha been workshops-our rich candy-fa toties of the north-in which tf work of destruction has been partici larly thorough. The brick walls al crushed to pieces on the ground, b1 tffeB machinery, the boilers, the cy finders, that they could not grind pd1pder, they have contented then seaues with rendering useless ar thG6wing them into simplifying chao fiehdish and grotesque.
 Bsn isolated church is passed on ol w@H There Is nothing standing e.