The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-02-24

This is the sixth article by George
Randolph Chester, famous novelist,
and his wife and collaboration, Lillian
Chester, who went TO France especially
for the Daily Journal to tell the story
of FRANCE TODAY exclusively IN
this city to our readers. The Chester
articles are being published daily.
Paris, Feb. 23.-we have just been
discussing peace with Andre Fuelot
and we have arrived at a very salts
factory conclusion.
|. Anddre Is altogether a man Of peace,
although at times one might seem
detect a ferocious expression in his
left eye, and a still more ferocious ex
preston in the place where his right
eyes used to be.
Andres plan is very simple, and
does not include haggling over terms
ANY kind of a treaty will do, be-
cause the important point lies in when
the document is signed.
He wants to continue the war un-
til only one German remains, conclude
peace with him, then try him with du
decorum, and hang him for the crimes
of the Huns
To some this view may seem more
or less radical: but IL your sister had
been in the captured and evacuated
district, and had seen her father and
hunband and son killed, and If she
and her daughter had been for is
months the slaves of German beasts,
you'd have another reason for fight
ing this war than your mere duty
to humanity YOU'D HATE!
we have all heard these tales Of
atrocities, but reading them far away
from the scene does not seem to carry
any reality.
1t is only when you come actually
face to face with despicable ravage
which has been done that you begin
TO realize what CHASTITY savages, what
british barbarians, what intolerable
beasts these Germans are!
! Some geautiful grapes led US to
Andre.
They lay in the tiny show window
Of a tiny shop in one of the tiny mar
row side streets in which Paris
abounds, and they were so large, Sc
round and plump and purple, ard SO
superior in appearance to all their
poor neighbors, the knotted little ap-
pies and the weakened little sour or
anges, that it seemed only an act
of mercy to take them from their in
appropriate surroundings.
4 cIang CT the little bell over the
shop door, and, from the back room
a fat little woman came running
young but motherly.
All; the grapes!
ItIIeu
its bed of cotton tenderly, reverently
and explained that they were very ex-
quisite, but very expensive.
How much?
Reneei Reneei
Renee came hurrying out OF the lit
tie back room, a hollow Chested wo-
man, with drawn face and deep lines
in her brow, and sparse hair streaked
with staring strands of silver, and eyes
which were windened with something
which seemed like a permanent terror;
but very pleasant smile for madame,
a very pleasant smile for monsieur.
All, the price of the grapes!
It was a highly important question,
and vastly exciting, for the price Of
grapes had seemed to have gone up or
down or something, since their daring
investment in this bunch; and while
the discussion went on another wo-
man came out, quite a young woman,
with a duh, heavy, set expression on
her lips. She looked up once furtive-
ly, then cast down her eyes and started
knitting, and did not look up any
more.
Cold in that little shop, colder even
than in the raw, chill, slushy street;
tor the scant but neatly kept stock Of
fruit on the little shelves, and the few
tins OF salmon and sardines and other
precious hors-d' oeuvre, and lettuce
and other green goods, had no refrig
orator fer safe keeping but the shop
itself
All The feet Of madame
She was tapping them alternately
on the floor
They were cold, the feet OF madame!
The two shop women stopped the
delicate weighing OF the grapes to
sympathize with the cold feet OF
madame.
Andre, Andre!
Andre came out OF the little rear
room. handsome yudng poilu, if II
had not cen for the eye he had given
TO France, and a sturdy poiIu in spite