The sun., 1918-12-15

more chic than little boy her age could
be; and that the pretty French woman
next to the window is bringing her hus-
band, an American Major, back from the
hospital
She fuses over him and his being
warmly wrapped up. For a month or
more she has been expecting him TO come
home The house has been waiting, and
the maid has had an especially fine chop
in the icebox day after day against his
return fired and hungry. Every day or SO
the maid would say TO her mistress:
1.-The chop is still waiting for Monsieur
lie Commandment What shall we do with
it?"
EAT it, and get another, Marie"
What poem theye in that chop! How
fresh and beautiful it was when newly
purchased. How it grew shrivelled and
gray with age. And was again renewed,
a symbol of hope and love and-but l am
far from Pari9 in Wartime.
Paris-in Wartime.
As the train drew near the city latent
fears welled up. What would the mill
tary police do? Would these soldiers of
the Provost Marshal arrest me when /
stepped off the train without travel
order marked Paris7 Would it mean
court martial | rehearsed dozen differ
ent pleas to present-how the wrong train
bol hoo, fol-oy h. oh hntt- CprnolnHx-
had surreptitiously put the wrong ticket
In my pocket, or how better time could be
made from Blank TO Blank via Paris than
from Blank to Blank direct, which was
high l contemplated a safe passage
through these difficulties and several days
in Paris-with no prospect of making
bench in the Tuileries my lodging place!
Paris, at last A hurried leaping off,
and following other Americans to the reg
istratiOn booth of the military police,
where officers and men awaited their turn
in line alike.
''You don't have to come to Paris to 60
TO Blank! snapped out the NJ. p. you
know Paris is forbidden area. You can.
have until noon tomorrow to get out of
town.
That was all. Complaint was futile.
The NJ. p. said a protest might be taken
to the Provost Marshal's headquarters, in
the Rue Saint Anne. What blow 10 the
Paris in Wartime sketch!
l. 4. H. - a.,
black A few dim lamps were burning.
Scattering folk faded in the dusk. How
could one do Paris Wartime on a Sun
day night so black you couldn't see the
man you bumped into? Only the Metro
sign was discernible. SO into the Metro,
with feeling of being at home in the
lighted underground railway, breathing
canned air that smelled subwayish.
Up into the blackneSs of the streets again
at the BOurse, structure of shadow now,
and inquiring the way to Rue Saint Anne,
third floor, room 81. Here, at least, was
one building that was lighted. On the
ground floor moving pictures were being
shown to American soldiers. On the stair
way to the upper floors soldiers were
sleeping curled up in every corner, and on
the third floor, In room 81, sat the Officer
of the Day. The first glance at him re-
vived all fears He was a Second Loot.
The Loot of Paris.
But Paris was worth the test. The test
was short The Second Loot was all that
was feared One left him, convinced of a
great truth: you can't get away with
itw
Though you told him it wasn't neceS-
sary for you to return TO your proper sta
ton for a couple of days vet and that
there was no reason in the world why You
shouldn't spend the intervening days in
Paris, you soon discovered there was
reason. II was the Second Loot. He
made it clear that you couldn't loiter in
Paris unless you had d travel order spcci-