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Show TREVES INTACT; SOISSfS RUINS Germans Have Plenty and Are Joyous; French Face Desolation. By EDWIN L. JAMES. (New York Times-Chicago Tribune Cable, Copyright.) TREVES, Dec. 11. "Lest we forget." Here is Treves there is Solssons. Here in Treves the lights are burning brightly tonight. Over across the street from this pretty Porta Nigra hotel musical comedy com-edy has just ended, and out of the theater well dressed crowds fill tho sidcvalks, some on their way to their homo, some to the cafes and restaurants and dances. Street car bells are clanging and boys arc selling papers and up from the throngs come the sound of laughter. Walters in evening clothes are waiting in the restaurants res-taurants to Bervc the merrymakers. This is Treves, the well kept and prosperous metropolis of this sector of the Moselle valley. Seated hero in a flower garden of Hun-lar.d.my Hun-lar.d.my memory goes back to another i metropolis, Soiusons, tho metropolis of its part of the Aisnc valley. There are no arc lights in Soissons tonight. No merry crowds are coming from the city's theaters. thea-ters. The lights of restaurants do not shine across the well parked streets. No waiters in evening clotb.es stand with I the proffered wine, list. 'There is desolation in Soissons. T can see standing stark the two spires of its once noble cathedral. I can see its "torn and tortured houses, once the beautiful homes of northern France, now the habitat habi-tat of scavenger rats, if they haven't all tiled of hunger. T he clang of the1 street ear bells is gone and of laughter there is none. The war's curse has ruined the once fair oily. Thai is Soissons. this is Treves. That is France, this is Germany. Untouched by the ravages of war. these German cities stand intact, t-fcelr ordered lifo golnjr on in measured circled. The Gtrmr.n soluk.r, demobilized, coiuck back to a home, a rof above his head. His wife and children welcome him to the fireside be left when he started amuck in August, 1PH. And what ol tlvi French soidier who left his home in Soissons to defend his own from lb'1 Hun? He goes bark, but there is no home. Us roof Is crumbled .slate mil its walls are plies of stone. Hig wife, and children. If alive, are far away; and 1 can see hint, as T have seen others, gaze upon the spot with feelings no words" can express. And perhaps the Hun who helped J to do it went to tin. tneator (o see the I musical comedy in Treves tonight. |