The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1921-02-10


fragrant tradition Of Joan's martyr
dom, inspired the Americans to a
swift appreciation Of the meaning OF
their presence in France. Bradley's
rugged, middle west soul became
aware Of the fineness and richness Of
this new atmosphere.
From awareness it increased to
something approaching perception as
the extraordinary turn Of events car
ried him along. 1t grew to complete
understanding. He saw the great
men of France scholars, soldiers,
statesmen. A cardinal Of France
shook hands with him who had never
before set eyes on a cardinal. He
heard, at a spot not far from which
his boy fought and died, the energetic
Maugin - the personification Of all
that is swift and decisive in warfare
describe the spirit Of American
battle making-"Attack, attack, at
tack!" He had thought, rs he saw
the veteran general standing in the
cemetery at Belleau Wood, aiming
his firm finger at the hill where the
stubborn assault took place, that any
man could feel secure in having a son
fight under such a man; il his life
we're lost, it would ba spent, not
wasted.
And at Metz-the climax Of the
pilgrimage he came face to face
with the hero of civilization. Foch,
the great Foch, actually clasped his
hand and held it while he gave him
personal greeting. Through all the
pomp and amazing display Of that
great day in Metz, through all the
gorgeous coloring and spectacular
movement, with blaring banda and
heaving populace and the flower Of
the army Of France in best array,
Bradley watched constantly the
thoughtful face Of the simple man
whose genius had guided the found
ering, storm-ridden world to victory
At = magnificent banquet he saw
Foch, absteminous, attentive, mildly
happy. This man, he reflected, could
not be one with the strutting and
drinking and love making millions Of
Paris. In his simple heart Bradley
knew that there was a hero.
On the next day Bradley learned
that Foch had excused himself from
another gala celebration in order TO
go quietly to the grave Of his son in
= nearby battle field. The news dis
sipsted Bradley's rapidly acquired ap-
petite for great happenings; insist
emily, his purpose in coming abroad
urged itself on him.
He, too, was absent the second
day of glory. He went early in the
morning--very early, considering the
lateness Of the banquet--to the old
cathedral of Metz. Dawn was break
ing over the fortress and the newly
placed statue Of Lafayette stood like
q sentinel, the uplifted sword of the
heroic figure pierced the low hanging
clouds. The interior of the cathed-
raj was sacredly dim, but before q
urie-dieu, near the right nave altar,
he recognized figure in gray, head
bowed, beads travelling slowly through
his fingers--Fachl
Bradley came cut of the cathedral.
Near the market place he engaged an
automobile for the day. He had d.
rections for 1nding his sons grave
written carefully down. The crippled
chsuffeur took Elm to Nerfun. the
unimpressive fortress thai stands
bruised but proud in it's impregnnbil-
ity Thence over ruined countryside
70 Thiaucourt. Before hating at the
cemetery Bradley went beyond to
Meronville. That is where his son had
fallen.
The old man embed out of the car
at the edge of long, irregular hedy-
ed field. He motioned to the chauf-
feur to wait for him in the road.