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Show EMPEROR CHARLES of Austria-Hungary, Austria-Hungary, whose plea for peace has been denied by President Wilson PEOPLE OF LILLE 00S0LDIEBS Joy of Thpusands at Deliverance Deliv-erance From the Yoke of Germany. By PHILIP GIBBS. (New York Times-Chicago Tribune Cable, Copyright.) WITH THE BRITISH ARMIES IN FRANCE, Oct. jt9. To go Into Lille this morning was as good as anything that can cotuo to a man who had seen four years of war, and I am glad that I have lived to see the liberation of that city. I saw the joy of thousands of people, who during all those four years have suffered tragic things, unforgettable outrages out-rages to their liberty and spirit, and have dwelt under a dark spell of fear and have waited month after month, year after year, with a faith that sometimes weakened weak-ened but never died, for the rescue that has now come to them. It seems a miracle to them, now that it has come suddenly, and they fill their streets like people In a dream, hugging their gladness, yet almost afraid that it Is unreal and that they may wake again to find the swarms of field gray men about them and guns in their gardens and the German law hard upon them. To these people it was wonderful that they had regained their liberty by the arrival of the British troops. There are Lancashire men In Lille today. But it Is no less astonishing to them to go inside that city In twenty minutes by motor car from their old line at Armentieres. I passed today through Armentieres, a town of shapeless ruin, and thought of all tho death that has been there while Lille remained an unattainable place. Thousands Thou-sands of British have fallen around here in four years of terrific fighting, "and in April last, after the German offensive, when they drove through Armentieres itself, Lille seemed farther away than ever before, and that to many of the British soldiers was all the way from life to death. Now this morning I passed tho last rubbish heap of ruin, the last dead tree stump, the last shell craters and barbed wire, the last dead horses on the road, and came very quickly to that great city beyond the canal, that was so close to the British lines, and yet so far, where there are fine churches, colleges, shops, factories, private houses, and an enormous enor-mous population of rich people and poor, all under the evil spell of German rule, all passionate against its tyrannies, torn with emotions and agonies that were hidden hid-den from the allies until today. I wonder if any of the sentries in the trenches by Chapelle-Arnientieres ever established es-tablished spiritual contact with that city full of human yearnings as he stared ovor the parapet and saw through the mists the tall chimneys of Lille? Women lay awake, an they told me today, and cried out: "When will the English come?" Children wept themselves to sleep as their mothers told me this morning, be-causcd be-causcd another day had passed and the English had not come. "We had so long to wixit for you, very long," said many of those people today. In the hearts of the people there are thousands of memories. One scene that was described to me had the German emperor em-peror as its central character. He came to LJlle in April bust, when the German offensive in Flanders was in full force, and they had taken Kcmmel. From six in the morning until 3:16 In (Continued on Page Seven.) win In the end. and your men helped us. Your prisoners were brought through our streets, muddy, exhausted and covered with blood some of them, but they held their heads high, ho proudly, and some of them said as they passed: 'It's all right, we shall have them yet, we shall come back on them.' Then we said : 'If the boys speak like that, after all they have suffered, we must not loso heart ; and we were comforted.'" 9 Worse even than the treatment of British Brit-ish prisoners was that of the Russians. "Often they were treated liko dogs." said one girl and many other people told me so. Two hundred and forty British soldiers lie burled in .Mile, but 2000 Germans lie buried there, too. An American doetnr, friendly with a young German who had an English mother and was a nice fellow, tells this story: "It was past midnight on September Septem-ber 30 that the doctor heard a ringing at his doorbell. Ho went down, frightened at some sudden summons like that which always frightens, and opened tho door and saw his friend. "What are you doing at this hour?" he asked. The young German was white and haggard. "Imust tell you a strange secret," he said, in a whisper. "I promised to let you know when to leave, In case Lille were abandoned by us and there was no risk of bombardment. That time has come. Tonight 15,000 men are leaving Lille and in a little while it will be evacuated." evacu-ated." There were other signs of approaching flight under the pressure of British troops. All the bridges were mined. German Ger-man guns were placed on the inner side of the canal and fired to the British lines, which seemed to come nearer every day, judging by the roar of the cannonade. can-nonade. "The English are coming" said the people of Lille, and held their hands to their throats and could hardly breathe, because of their excitement. They were sick and white with hope. And so it happened yesterday and today to-day I went into Lille, but even now, like those I met, I can hardly believe that all this is true. There are no bells ringing for joy in Lille because the belfries bel-fries have been robbed, but every human being in that city, or almost every one; for, perhaps, there are some poor creatures too beaten by life's ironies even for the joy of deliverance, is warmed by the fire or spiritual gladness, so that in a few hours they have been repaid for all their cold days when they sat in Lille without coal and very little food, and hope that had worn rather thin, and for the tears they have shed and the patience with which they stifled their impatience, burning like fever in them. Lille is a city of splendid thanksgiving, and the name of England is spoken on the lips of its people and of its children as a magic word, to which they owe their rescue. In Lille it is good to be an Englishman and to wear a coat of khaki. PEOPLE OF LILLE HUG SOLDIERS (Continued from Page One.) the afternoon soldiers were drawn up in the streets, awaiting the man, who symbolized sym-bolized the might of German arms and is now bearing the burden of all its crimes. When he passed at last on his way to Kemmel, there was only one company of German soldiers who cheered him with the mechanical "Hoch. hoch." All others maintained dead silence, and the kaiser passed down their lines with gloomy looks , on his way to Kemmel hill. Those were the worst days for the people cf Lille, and during the last offensive in Flanders, when the British lost Armentieres and Kemmel and the British araiv was but a thin line, holding back the tide. "We gave ourselves up for lost," some of the people told me. "It seemed that all our faith and all our patience had been m vain. We cried out to (Sod in de-Hpair, de-Hpair, but that lasted only a little while. We steeled ourselves again: "France and England never will be beaten. We must - |