Judsonia weekly advance., 1921-07-21
MERE was joy unbounded when Louis the Eighteenth returned

hOulS lue ElSnIeeQLn returned
 in 1914.
 Yes, everybody was delighted, except the old soldiers and the fencing mas ters.
 Living with Father Goulden in Pfalzbourg, of old Lorraine, I was happy in the belief that conscription was now over, and that at last, I should be able to marry Catherine and live in peace.
 So when the marriage permit came I rushed at once to her with the news I kissed her again and again and we both wept for joy.
 And then, after the happiness of marrying Catherine, my greatest de- light lay in thinking that I should be a tradesman for the rest of my life
 An, what happy life! what satis- faction to be young and to have a simple, good, industrious wifel We shall never be old We shall always love one another and always retain about us those whom we love.
 Thus days and weeks went by. But, later on, we found that the returning royalists, the ministers and the princes, who had rushed back to France after Napoleon's punishment, adopted the people. And as to their treatment of Napoleon's former soldiers I can still hear the commandant expostulating, "They are starving us; they are treat ing us like Cossacks; only they are too cowardly to shoot usr
 But, about the beginning of March, a rumor began to circulate that the emperor had escaped from Elba and had landed in France. Quickly his advance toward Paris followed; and the old soldiers, sent out to restrain him, rushed forward to kneel at his feet. Thus it was that Napoleon again came to the throne.
 What happened afterward, how ever, was not so agreeable to me- now a married man, settled as I had hoped for life of peace. For I was called to the colors. Aunt Grethel, who had always been like a mother to me, sob bed aloud. Catherine passed into uCduiy NWoOh.
 Yet, in spite of all, I needs must leave for the army with my old veter an soldier friend, Zebede, and at once we were rushed to the front.
 One day, as we halted, the emperor came to our lines and the whole di- vision shouted "Vive rEmpereur!"
 had a good view of him as he ad- vanced with his arms crossed behind his back and his head bent He had grown stouter and more sallow since the days of Leipsig. He looked much older and his cheeks were flabby. Little wonder, also, that he appeared wor- ried-for had he not lost everybody's confidence? The old soldiers alone re- tained their love for him; they were ready to conquer or to die in his be- half. But for my part I cared much more for Catherine than for the em- perOr. Of her I thought with greatest tenderness, the more so knowing that she would soon become a mother. And I prayed to God to preserve my life.
 At last we came upon the Prussians and, driving them back at Ligny, marched on against the British.
 I thought I should drop every mo- ment from weakness, but finally near Waterloo, on mounting little ridge, we saw the English pickets through the rain.
 In cornfield, under beating storm, we lay like gypsies, our teeth chatter ing with the cold-and yet thinking of massacring our fellow men, and es- teeming ourselves lucky if we had a turnip, a carrot or anything else to keep up our strength. Is that a life for honest men? Is it for this that God created us? Is it not an abom- ination to think that king or an en- peror, instead of encouraging com merce and diffusing liberty, should re- duce us to this state by hundreds of thousands? I know that this is called glory, but people are foolish to glori- fy such men who have lost all sense Of right and heart and religion.
 When I awOke in the morning, the church-bells were ringing and thought:
 To-day is Sunday, a day of peace md rest. Father Goulden, dressed in