Arizona republican., 1918-09-09
Sixteenth lnstallment Chapter V. (Continued) ]

Chapter V. (Continued)
 Whan she had finished her story, Dorothy Garfield concluded something like this: That's what they all come back to, after their fit of utter horror 1 al their life is over It does them good, apparently. to talk it all out to patient listener. They always. always end by saying that even what they arc living through is better than a world com manded by the Germans what a perfectly amazing distrust that na tion has accumulated against itself,' They are sick of war; war weary and sad. Yet they will fight on. The will | to fight is outside the individual will; | yet it is not the will of the leaders. nor ] it is the will of the many combined | in a common will For the many are l tired unto death of war. But for all ! that they will fight on without finch l ing. It is the national will-the will I deeper than the will of leaders, stronger than the molten will of the many in | one purpose. It is the tradition of centuries; it is the unexpressed pur- pose, perhaps unconscious habit of an old, old people, united far down in the roots of them; not so much by race, l for the Franks are of many breeds not ! ties or even political unity. though it approaches that; but bound most sure- | ly by tho sense of national tradition. A people is fighting. From thousand 1 villages with their primeval temples. with their lovely cathedrals grown out of the hearts of the race buried in the shadow of their spires, from the shin ing rivers that flow through green Ua Gt ri in tales of heroes. come the millions; ana from Paris, ever radiant in her vener- able youth, come other millions who make this fighting soul of the nation What if it grumbles as it fights; it will still fight on Of course it is sick ot war: but it will not stop. It is spirit that is fighting in France, the spirit Of a brave people.
 Prophetic
 We have in France a few hundred thousand men and will soon have a million and more who arc offering their lives in Service But the whole Frencr nation is giving thus. And it is with out hate One finds instead of hatred in France a feeling of deep disgust fol the German and all his works. The spirit of the French is not vicious. Ii is beautiful. When the war ceases that may subside. may retire to the under consciousness of the people. But it will not depart. It also will remain eternally a part of the salvage of this war.
 The Atonement
 By the time the transgressiCn of ou1 car had been sufficiently atoned for dusk was falling. And Henry broke away from the gothic arches of tho trees and made for a tavern. He hac learned that one must take food 1T France where he can find it, and ten minutes later we came upon him ir front of the inn, talking in slow lou6 voice to what was either the the inn keepers daughter or his pretty young wife thus: q said" Henry paused anc nodded his head and beat the thing il with his hand: we want some supper de jurnay-toot sweet.' She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders very prettily and said she could not "say pa" And Henry laughed and wen' on, still enunciating each word dis tinct1y. "Ah, don't tell us you can Say pa say wee wee. And agair he told her "toot sweet" That was the only part of the French language tha Henry was entirely sure of-that ant comb be-ah!" But we could not get I through her head So we loaded our selves into the car and headed back fo, St Dizier where at least they under stood Henry's gestures, and we coulC get food.
 The Greatest Training Camp
 Our next journey took us to th' greatest training camp in the allied par of the world. It is not the larges camp of course. It accommodates les than twenty thousand soldiers. But i is what might be called the past gradu ate college of all training camps Her ten thousand men come every wee from other training camps all over tn earth, and are given intensive training For six days. eighteen. and twent hours a day, these soldiers. trained b many months labor on other fields, ar given the PED. in battle lore, and ar turned out the seventh day after
 Saturday night lecture on hate. an shot straight up to the front. In a France there is no more grisly place fo the weak -stomached man than thi training camp-not even the front lin trenches will kick up his gorge nor sedulously Yet at first sight the plac looks innocent enough. One sees
 great basin hollowed among the hill and in the ten thousand acre plain on sees horsemen galloping soldiers run ming. great trucks and tanks lumberin over the field; men digging, men throw ing hand grenades, men clamborn