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Show "One Must Live"The Spirit ot the Mothers, Daughters and Widows of France had I ----- -T-l I had -iM I to die." .JH bcr-r. ageiam. - -rrjart T- 1 i jant caae 03 I e come bast f more. She made all her pe f I '' -en a look cts - t- iorfet. I -:-.sta -or. Yob been to I front, null ills.- I that P" I nodded And she went away mutter. rc e Lett As I A N- seen ttm . rc being v R ." ov er me what It mea-i to live is midst of death. If no: their ' -iri . " a - g else e0 ' - - t -suty and Vm seep S 1 the pi what has been lost. jl k.-.-p: I v l lii-ir ldcih - i ,i?c e - - - "! we - t'-t r x : - 'v ' ::.( V' ' : "; "Ot M . .- scopW ! L pUimbrr lui.'rnvV i " ""'"' Ir -r ( Moot arrtw '.- flnlshea h ! - 1 ' J i' of Mimiitloin sr-d . - nd oheM1-bill oheM1-bill ' ' ''is ' 1 . . s''f m "inking. H wid ,"" tmiM ll-e." Veep OfJB - l)H" . m I B Eloise Robinson Copyrtsbt. 1918. by Public Ledger Co. Paris, October. AFTER all, it isn't so hard to be a .hero or a heroine. You have only to waik about the streets of this city of Paris to see how many men there are who have ddne something to deserve the Croix de Guerre or the Medaille Militaire or some other honor. It depends a lot on luck. This war is provir.g that most men. even those we didn't think much of back home in the States, have something in them that makes them willing to give their lives and for a cause that we wonder if many of them understand. It is not necessary to prove that women have been equally ready to die for the same cause too many of them have already done that. And now American women are comir.g tj France with the same exalted ideas of service. Or perhaps they are staying at home and wishing that they might come, and dreaming vague and beautiful beau-tiful dreams of ministering to wounded wound-ed soldiers on the battlefield. It sometimes seems that America will never, as a nation, come very near to the war. Thousands, hundreds hun-dreds of thousands even millions of her young men may be killed, but is she going to realize what war means to France? Warring for Cleanliness If it were only guns and death In horrible ways, glorified by noble service, serv-ice, we might comprehend it But tt is so much worse than that, so much more petty and wearisome and grinding! We may roll bandages In America all day long, and er.vy those Frenchwomen who have greater opportunities op-portunities than ours, openly or secretly secret-ly discontented because Mrs. So-and-So, who doesn't know as much as we do, has been made an instructor. And all the time our Ideas of what these French women and what these American Ameri-can women in Krano are doing are nowhere near the truth. Because war isn't what any one of us thinks It Is. First of all. and In some ways hardest hard-est for women to bear. Is the filth. Not that ladylike word, dirt hut. filth. And filth that months of scrubbing and disinfectants could not remove, ven were they obtainable. We have been delivering supplies to one of the foyers da soldat. as Y. M. C. A. huts are called when they operate with the French army. What we carried In the oamlonette was all that these foyers would receive In the way of supplies until the eatnlOB-ette eatnlOB-ette came around again. And there was no room for soap and borax and chloride of llmo. Every Inch of space was needed for chocolate and cigarettes cigar-ettes and condensed milk. The car wound along the edge of a steep bank. I thought It was a natural cut. end the yellow clay sides ha1 been washed clean of vegetation by the little rivers of water that were running run-ning down Its sides from the continuous con-tinuous rain. But It was not that. Only 'he day before a German "hell ha1 hit a pile of ammunition In one of the artillery pits below ar.d exploded ex-ploded firty TJe Imagine the most denolate spot you have ever dreenW of, and be fire 'haf. this was more desola'". '' grses only acret r jraKMT mud -and every tree uptorr, ,j the roots or shorn of its brano-hos Hunk of living like thai for month- nn.1 still keeping good-natu red ami calm and content. No, she wasn't a heroine; she was something biggW And from below, through tho heavy, foggy air, a stench of unclean things and dead things and thousands of men living where there should have been none. The oamlonette crawled along the edge and down into the hollows. One side of the hill the side away from the Germans had been cut down. It was almost solid rock, and Into tho rock caves had been blasted; or. rather, rath-er, one huge cave with dozens of corridors cor-ridors and ramifications. The front part served as a foyer; on one side the mc sat at long tables or lounged about on wooden benches. On the other side two little stoves were sending send-ing up r-louds of steam from tanks of coffee and more dense clouds of smoke. Tho ground outside tho cavo. snd for some distance back, was anklc-deop mud, oven In the dry season sea-son of the year. And such mud! Blue black, wlfh burnished, brassy-looking DOOll of water, and billions yes. hundreds hun-dreds of billion Of (lies Hwar-mlng over It. Krencli soldiers, unshaven. In mud-raked uniforms, tramped back and forth through It, and esrrlod clods of It Into the foyer, And there. In thaj. place, which beggars beg-gars my description, there was woman. Hhe had hen. there for n I year end half without ever being further sway than the nearest v 1 1 -i Isge for a few hours. Hhe was not i In much actual danger; the cave was well enough constructed to roslst oven s direct bit BUt the batteries behind the hill kept up an unending roar. The roar was most violent In tho evenlni. and early ri the morning, but she bad learned to sleep through If. she said. Tho men had built for her a little wooden house In ono corner cor-ner Of the cave, where she would have an nnn-li air as there was; but how any one lived In thai ah- I cannot can-not sc. It was 11 liny Httlo place, only large enough for it col and a withstand, marie out of an old box. un.l a beautiful old Louis XV armchair that had been salvaged from the ruins of the town B stone's throw away. In summer It was unbearably hot, and In winter I hero was hb fire exco t the two IHHe ifpVM Oil which the colfee wiisnmde. There was nothing heroic about It and nothing Inspiring. It meant standing all day long, hour after hour, making and serving chocolate choco-late and coffee and iielllng tobacco and giving kWay writing paper. Deadly monotony, deadly rb earlness. Whiil-cver Whiil-cver lightness whatever Inspiration (hero win In thai unspeakable place Madam' liatlclo had In furnish from wlihln herself. Women have gone mnd with far less cause. And yet oil. fhenj French womet.! When ihe director of all fhe foyers wild to her lb.it she I. ail been there a long lime nude, haul conditions. and fhet h would see If nhe Id nol he sent to an easier place for a while, she answered him: "1 beg of you. do not trouble yourself, your-self, i am content" Hhe was not only COS tent, sho was fresh and she was .lolly. Arid her blue canteen apron was not clean alone. It was Hfarched nnd Ironed. How It was possible I" mnke It so there I OUnnO! OOnosfvO. And her hair was itnobt,!) and glossy beneath her cap,, and her hands were well cared for and br face had I tie Mulshed look that a I'icneh woigan achieves by some leeret means. It Is easy enough to talk about. bUI think of living like that, month after month, and still keeping younieW sweet and clean and dainty with all tho little refinements, and still keeping good-natured and eahn and "content." No, sho wasn't a heroine. Hhe was sumelhlng bigger. big-ger. I ,ife in 8 I higmit And there was the woman at Saint . -pile village bud been bombed and shelled again. A hundred bombs r,.H 0n the ruins the night 1 stayed there. All tho civilian population had g0ne all but this ono woman. Her h.uise had been taken over by the Krenc li in my as a foyer, and she had Klayed to keep house for the two dl raetOH Of the tOyr, both Americans, and feu- several Kronen ..nicer. A great ,l,,i ,,ir, I n wild and written about I ho l- M-nc-h 1 0V for their homes and what Jt nieuns to them to ho driven out. 'But 1 never fully realized It all until tho day I talked with that WOman over the green beans wo were string lug for dinner. Sin- told DM the his tory of every pan and keltic- .most of them bad belonged to her mother and her grandmother. She showed ma, with fears In her eyes, how the soldiers sol-diers had used one of her china plates for shoe polish and how they had burned little holea In her only tablecloth table-cloth with cigar Hshes. Not complain Ing. you undorsland; not criticizing. They were men. nnd men did not know how to take care of things. Hut she could naVar replace them. All day she trotted to the heck and call of tlie "men." They were good to her - avail considerate. Bill thev did not understand. And day after day she saw her carpets being spoiled by mud and hobnailed shoes, and the ornaments that had stood on the man tel for at least one generation swept away to make room for Ink bottles and trench heliueiN and souvenirs. The great room where there had been many a village celebration was atrip ped and tilled with rough wooden tallica ta-llica for the soldiers. What poisons! tragedies ho hsrt had. except two none nnd s husband killed In tho war. I do nol know Hut I do know she considered hots,. if very fortunate to he able to work at tho foyer and so have fond War lan'l only filth Nnd loss of all that makes life worth living, oil hoi II Is often laklna up burdens kflaiQ. and iiuac-t-ustouiod burdens after the lime ot life when they have boon Isld down. All along the littWroiit. a, few miles behind the lines, old women art-working art-working In the fields. To a large- e tent they are refugees, driven from their own homes in Als.-.,-,. r Bagjiua or northern France. Tiny h,ve not many tools to work with, and some times no horses, and What tools there are are often too b.-cvx f,- theft strength. So tho w,k a ,,,, ,)V hand. As you pass you see them bending over tho long ,. , ,. K,,v rising to their feet rr a few minutes' rest when they c ,,-nrk D0 oaM The younner women of trie r.,,nv are perhnpa working In munition la, to, Irs Or other war Industries. a, M If there is to be food t all. It ,,, old women who must produce It SU Ur a day tha mil ,,, ,K,v tblng to put by tta the winter, and six more that there may be m,h OWN for the army They eoo the long lies or puatona paaaina and they hoe,- I'- distant rumble of guns. b, la a they see of ar, They cherish "" llusona. thev ,H f m deeds, they feel ,,.,. T, ork -sfeadily. unceasingly, - know,,,. onlv ,,,, fOOd and that .boy , ( 'Mere Albert, .here you ee her" Sh who soe, ,tul,M ,.,. imio " "' said ,,. mr th. she has a grosl ,i, T . :"" ,.rr hw h. |