Evening journal., 1918-02-28

PARIS. Feb. 2s.--Roses grow In the
south Of France. Ip the shelter OF the
green hills. where summer hides until
she can once more spread her fairy
carpet over the world. and deck Il
with bright colors. the gay blossoms
cluster against garden walls and clam
ber over quaint trelllses and nod from
the very wayside.
A road winds down along the sea
and twists among the cliffs, and up
there gleam white chateaux. red
rooted and yellow-roofed, amid their
oddly mingled palms and pines Along
the road the tiniest Of horses drawing
the gauntest and tallest Of carts. comes
plodding patiently, its bells tinkling.
anu its driver, a wide-cheeked fellow
with a pipe in his mouth and a pep
permlnt stripe across the end of his
muffler sits in drowsy content, the
reins dansling loose.
A hright-cyed old woman steps brisk
~ along, her market basket on her
arm: a sturdy peasant girl with push
cart; a boy racing with a dog; just
enough movement TO give life 10 the
restful panorama.
Out there the deep blue water, held
loyinely IN the arm OF a green-sloped
promentory. and spreading beyond 20
a blue innnity. The waves tumble mer-
rily In on the beach sparkling and
tossing their dainty caps Of pearl
on the sand with reckless extrava-
gance
A few gulls ride fat-breasted on the
water. bobbing like corks; few 9TH
atr al In NL.a nfa "a nfs.
all. over gulls and sea and beach and
winding road. cart, old woman, girl
and boy and dog, roses and green-clad
hills and white chateaux, there bends
q serene blue sky deep, fathomless,
With only here and there a flock OF
neecy clouds 70 make the blue more
vivid.
oh, it is a beautiful world; beauti-
fuii
And to think that all this glorious
Paradise was given to man to be It's
lord and master. given 20 him that he
might enjoy It's boundless wealth and
live In peace and plenty.
But what is that new movement on
the road among the hills?
Something gray passes there; bis,
covered wagon; another, another a
long procession Of them
Ambulances, for up IN the hills there
IRE vast hospitals for convalescent
wounded
war; The whole dream, the Vision OF
peace and plenty. the thought Of
thanksgiving for the gift Of an this
beauty OF sea and sky. and shifting
breathing life, fades away.
War; There Is war in the world, a
war so colossal. so far-reaching, that
no human being. even In the most Sc
mustered spot Of this terrestrial uni
verse, can be free from its deadenine
touch.
A sudden rage flls the heart
Why should there be war; this war
any war
WHY, where all nature Is devoted tC
the business Of living, and blossomlns
into beauty, should human kind have
suddenly fallen upon itself to main
and mansle and destroy
Why should humanity have risen n
one mighty appalling madness to XII
itselfl
Why should &c have bent all its en-
ergy. and all its mind and all the re
sources OF the teenling earth, TO tn
one grisly business 'of death
There Is no sane mind but that stops
startled. 10 ask this unanswerabl
question. no properly constituted sou
which does not cry out o. an agon
~ passionate protest against this aw
ful condition
We must stop iti There must be n
more war
we rail-. for a time. until there come
the chilIins thought Of the impotenc
az our fury. What can we do that W
are not already doingg
There succeeds a feeling Of ute
helplessness. a feeling that this ruth
less cataclysm OF carnage is supernal
ural 10 its immensity, and there IS
faint moment when one. seeming pitt
fully small and weak before a monste
so gigantic, recoils from the struggll
and would like to creep away into
hole somewhere, and numbly exist ur
til the storm has passed
10 is necessary 10 still that panic {
lhe mind, for it is little less than
panic. a recoil and o quailing Of Sc
against a disaster so universal that =
human creature may feel safe from 4
imminence.
An atom cannot stop the rushing
food. says Fear.
TO the aid Of the individual Reaso
must come, as it has come TO this nj
lion OF France, through her individual
Enduring rocks are made Of atom
which cling together.
The rage against war; the passion
ate protest against the very possibil
ity Of war is here from the highest &
the lowest. for these are human peo
ple. and cruelty IS sbhorrent to them
but exactly because the rage sgaius
this war and all war. is in them, the.
have fought and are fighting, at Oh
side Of their staunch allies. with
sublime courage WHICH HAS SENEI
WANERED FROM THE FIRST, AM
WILL NEVER WAIVER TO THI
LAST for that Is the only way il
which war is 10 be stamped out.
There Is no rage so terrific as tha
which holds itself calm; and that 1
ms secret of the Frenchman's never
changing attitude toward this colos