The Washington times., 1920-12-26

searching sincerity or seriousness,
but sail II seemed puerile., der.
man methods were pointed out 10
him, and he began to observe and
study them for himself. Names ami
faces OF German agents and dip!o.
mats were brought to his notice,
In the street, In the hotel Hobbies
he attempted to immense himself
In his routine. But, oh, Il was dull!
How he missed the driving power
OF his superior at Bordeaux!
Nightly he sat about In the lob
bies and lounge rooms OF tie two
large hotels, the Bernerhof - the
Bellevue. chatting with hisasoci.
ates. with the younger dilk1haats
and their wives, with British and
French young men engagpl In
similar work. On none did tMtduli
Germanic environment sea to
weigh SO heavily as on hinSSk,
He learned to play bridse Swell
enough to lose money atsko he
studied to improve his Fren( and
German; he endeavored to tifb him.
self physically by long walks, by
climbing the Gurten-but 4 WAS
useless. gS
The members of the French rfop.
uganda Mission seemed to be- 1.-THE
most interesting group there res
emit. Every evening they 1}6sed
about a little round taAl@ G;ths
coffee room at the Berns} ind
discussed the latest rumd AL.
ways they seemed q littlx &SSad.
vance Of everyone else MN Heir
news. One Of their nun33xeS an
Alsatian doctor, had az Hi4xreci-
atty news Of the KaiseEsA2& his
movements. A dramatlU person
was this doctor, who told his stories
with finished smoothness and EN-.
phasis, adding gesture to shQYEhow
the Kaiser had arrived at SHs or
at some other point behind dhe
lines, and Of what had passed there.
He described him in his palace at
Potsdam or Berlin, his neurasthenic
restlessness and insomnia-how he
had his little iron bed moved from
one room to another several times
during night, and how. with Wild.
rolling eyes, he would sit UP in bcL
and make long, rambling speeches
to his valet on military tactics, on
statecraft. ON his inspired dealing
with his "Gott." ,o-c,-
The Frenchmen alone, the yogI:,
journalists and literary msn,sraa
we'll as professional bureauerats
seemed to take their enforced 80
journ in Switzerland calmly. .-
at is all one" replied one. o.
them, Doucet, a finished boulevard
type, to remark Of Anthony's
since one cannot be in Paris
what does II matter where one is?
AT least, one can wear clean shirt
here. Voyez-vous, you Americans
are born tourists-and le tourisme
the Kaiser alone can practice it
now"
To the French. as well as to Teu-
tonic agents and diplomats, our
young men, naive and kindly, un-
sChooled in intrigue, seemed like so
many children. What was the use
of those boys. they asked them
selves. They could not tell, save
that the American Government was
fabulously, scientifically rich.
There was a deputy Red Cross
commissioner, a Middle Western
business man named Clarkson, who
alone seemed at ease of all the
American contingent. Overlooking
with energy, he was constantly. In
motion. He was living at the Belle
we and was never solitary AL
ways there was a group about him
Here 1t Is cocktail time," he
WOulO DTedh Out SuuuChiy, oh'
here are we sitting like so many
bumps on log. Come on, boys!-'
Another little drink won't do us
any harm. Come on, boys-let's
fight the demon rum. come from
a dry State" sc f'.-
There we're times when even he
--~ebelled against the routine oI
bridge and gossip evening after
evening.
"a little liquid refreshments will
be had in my room at half after
nine" he would go about, whisper
ing into the ears Of the guests he
selected, land peradventure we may
sing some little ditties."
And punctually the guests would
assemble. and, the perspiring pals
of ice with the necks of champagne
bottles protruding like blossoms OF
a bush, the gathering would begii
TO sing what Walt Whitman wculC
have called the barbaric yawp o
our national songs. my Old Ken
lucky Home" There" "Whel
We Fit for General Grant"-thosO
wore some of the selections. Clark