The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-26
THE TIMES: MAY 26, 1913

fruit of their toll. But women prize property also when 1t is woven into their lives and forms part of their foundations.
 The destruction of homes is so cruel, so indecent. The little treas ures collected for generations, the cradle in which the babies slept the furniture handed down from mother to daughter, the bed on which some loved man or woman died, tho clock, the crucifix on the wall-all these are pounded to dust and rub bish. Here and there something sur viving d bombardment makes the ruin more complete, with it's sugges- ton of an ordered existence. Part of a bookshelf swings loose from a tottering wall and a. rusty birdcage has escaped the shells. A half-ruined villa is barricaded with sandbags which have burst and are leaking a communal cemetery is torn and Splin- tered from the shells.
 From Cambrai to Arras.
 The destruction seems almost in creditable. Yet on the famous road between Cambrai and Arras (try to think of it of the road from London to Brighton), which is linked with much of the wars story-a road that has been shelled and shelled and lately repaired-you pass for miles through war ruins. Great black signs tell the name of the town that was and has ceased to be; a higher ruin here and there indicates a church; another pile must have been a row of shops; trees in the distance are Bourbon Wood, from which troops watched the great fire in Cambrai; the dark criss-cros lines are trnches; over there is the Hindenburg line; empty dug-outs, some still strong and firm, with their steps clearly outlined, speak of the men who lived and fought little while ago-now all is silence.
 The trees are gone, and only bare shiny black trunks bent and twisted branches remain to show where stately trees had bordered long white roads. Most of them have been de- stroyed by shelI-fre; many have been cut down for dugouts.
 Here and there is a wayside shrine. neglected and broken, but I learned the truth of the statement that the Figure is seldom destroyed. In three out of four shrines the Figure alone was untouched.
 The War-Zone Graveyard. Everywhere one sees the sad little military cemetaries of the war zone All along the roads one passes the places where are for ever England ol Scotland or Australia The French graveyards are arresting, for on eacf cross is a rosette in the colors O. | France, marking the resting place O. l a soldier of the Republic. Is it i'm | possible so to make the same mark i on the graves of our men that al | may know instantly that a Britisl | soldier lies there?
 Sometimes the graves are in smal 1 groups by themselves, and once in ] while a solitary grave by the road | side where a. soldiers fell near. Som 1 of the graves have individual name 1 and numbers; other crosses are t 1 the memory of several brave mel
 who died together. But the whol ! country is one vast graveyard, am l friend and enemy lie together in tn | dust of outraged France and Bel | gium.
 The Ghosts of the Road | Not a yard of the roads which rul 1 through France and Belgium iron l the Channel. by such places at St | Pol. Bruay, Bethune, La Basaee, Lil | Ie. Tournai, Mons. Valenciennes, L Quesnoy. Solesmes. Le Cateau, Cam 1 brai, Arras, Vimy, and a host o
 other places. but is haunted. Tn l roads are peaceful now, and some | times cheerful with their brown smil ing soldiers, their glimpses of In