Evening journal., 1921-10-20

Today being Sunday. and having
S~sStle time on my hands. set out
FOR a little stroll in the celebrated
"Jardin Massey" in the city Of Tar
bes. which, previous TO the war. was
known all over the world as one OF
the tourist attractions.
It's beautiful flowers arc unequaled
anywhere; the lakes are a thing OF
beauty TO behold. While in the midst
of such enchanting surroundings. 1
unconsciously dropped into a bench
and gave free sway to my reverie.
While in the full force OF my dreams
OF solitude under a massive fir tree.
the approach of a distant footstep
sounded upon my ears and brought
me to realize that it was yet mid
day. Softly. gently. yet firmly,
those little French feet came near
er and nearer, and at last, over the
winding pathway towards the south,
where the public market places are,
1 could make out the graceful form
OF a young woman dressed in mourn
ing. with a small basket on her arm.
Apparently she had been to the
market. Nearer and nearer this
form silently approached me and at
last, sufficiently near. 1 observed
the angelic form of the ideal wo-
manhood. with hot and bitter tears
coursing down her beautiful cheeks.
With my second glance I observed
that the little basket at her side
scarcely contained sufficient food for
a good-sized American sparrow; and
yet tits not all. on the other side
Of this young widow. clinging TO the
hand Of its mother. was a tender lit
tie child. apparently about five years
old. with careful observation be-
meath the exterior. It was quite ap'
parent that the cause OF sorrow her,
was the untimely removal OF hus-
band and father. The home pro-
WIDER was gone-lost on the field Of
honor in order that domestic tran.
guilty might prevail throughout th'
world. The little family is now de
prived OF support: the bitter pangi
Of hunger have been felt.
And this is only one instanc'
among millionsl The insignia o.
death and sorrow IS visible every
where over this beautiful land. Tit
graveyards are filled 10 the yer.
gates It is rarely one can visi
a single home other than one o
mourning. In several cities wher
had many friends. upon calling oi
one after the other and inquring 70
Leon. Jacques. or Jules. the answe
inevitably would come. HE is gone!
'sHe gave his life to his country
la belle France!"
Oh. Godi I have seen Thee SEM
and pluck the last morsel from tn
lips Of sorrowi
I have seen Thee send the ange
OF sorrow 10 visit the widow, TO visi
the homelessi
I have seen Thy death agent sween
Ing his leveling scythe over Franco
taking the rich as well as the pool
visiting the palace as well as tn
humble cabin.
He has declared that He IS n
respector of persons-youth, ag'
sex. color. creed are all alike
Him.
have seen Him deprive til
widow and orphan OF their last sur
port. leaving no one TO wash ava
the tears.
And. yet. even so. ia France t'
day would charge the ramparts
Hell with a bucket OF water. Franc
Is not dead Far from it, She
though as generally is supposed
America. a trihe weak at presen
She is recuperating with great lear
and bounds. Ere long she again wi
be that happy. mirthful France
old. In the near future she wi
be crowned as the Saviour OF tf
world.
with that crown becoming I'll
Queen of the Republics II is a sign
fcant fact that the history Of Franz
will show that she has fought NOR
battles. fought more wars. and VIC
more victorious than any other nd
ton on the globe The present RI
publican Government OF France
the apple OF her eye. It has co
her so much Of her flower Of maj
hood and such vast sums OF gOl
that the citizens thereof guard
with a jealous eye. IL is drills
into the head Of the mere child tn
Il Is his duty and IS expected