With Those Who Wait

of Paris with the martyr's crown. The capital, lately comprised in the army zone, has been called upon to pay its blood tax,

us from going to the cafés," smiled an

the crowd who literally invaded the terrasses between five and se

tom itself has remained strong as a tradition. Absinthes, bitters and their like have

no more waiters, save perhaps a few decrepit specimens whom flatfoot has relegated beyond the n

er camomile with mint leaf. And along with the cups, saucers and tea-pots, the waiter brought a miniature caraffe, which in time

aving obtained kirsch for their tilleul, or rum i

any one, and cite as example the painter Harpignies, who lived to be almos

ven this one is passed off with a smile. What can one more or

te. And then one got used to it, the same as one is ready to become accustomed to anything; to trotting ab

btained celebrity, and which represents two Fr

're able to s

ho

civil

civilian that he has "seen it through." Not so gloriously, perha

is that feverish creature who impatiently waits the coming of the postman, who lives in a perpetual state of agony, trembles for his dear ones, and at the

ne is a soldier, it's a har

American frie

streets day in and day out, it hardly seems as though Pa

fter eleven, Elizabeth and I sauntered up

g, weeping, perhaps in secret! Think of the awful moment when all the bells shall solemnly toll midnight, every stroke resounding

ought of glory; appreciate the value of that stoicism which consists in putting on a bold

many a brother of his sister, and man

its to old artist friends, men well into the sixties with no material worries, and no one at the front; only to find them alone in one corner

oy than to seek out a harmony, find the delicate suave tones, and paint it in an unctuous medium. Yes, it's a joy, but only when head and heart are both in it! The museums too, used to be a source of untold pleasure, but even if they were open you wouldn't go, because the head and the

away, unnoticed. When one asks the cause

say one thing, some an

ths on the Boulevard as in the trenches," said our fr

over them with bated breath, while the latest communiqué is read. Fathers, mothers, grandmothers, and little children, friends and relatives, solemnly, anxiously await the name of their secteurs-the secteurs where their loved on

days this same scene has been repe

rdment, and one of our neighbours, Monsieur Walter, has just written asking pe

on of this dugout that prompts

sed. It is thus that I conceived the idea of asking your permission to transform into a sort of 'Dug-out dormitory'-(if I may be permitted the expression) the little passage way, which in your house separates the dinin

ill put everything in good order if you return, unless you should care to

Paris, Jun

as inspiration to the author of a certain ditty, now particul

troubles in a

e, smile

f the Parisian, who has also added that other virt

ication, a dinner downtown becomes an expedit

th a rebellious umbrella, patiently waiting for a cab. He has made up his mind to take the first that goes by. There can be no question of discrimination. Anything will be welcome. Yes, anything, even one of those evil-smelling an

miration, and one calls every latent cerebral resource to his aid, in order to guess where on earth they were to be found empty. And how consoling is the dis

up, it is immediately pounced upon and surr

ances (glances which have never been reproduced save in pictur

know where you want to g

wants to go

withered, into the second row of the group. A shivering woman, taking all her courage into her hands, suggests the Pal

already has his hand on the door handle, when from somewhere in the darkness, helmet clad, stick in his hand, kit

t to make the 6.01 at the Ga

worry. We'll

metrically opposite, geographically speaking. But nobody seems to mind. The chauffeur is even

he dear fellow

a bit-that's all we've really got to do, af

s if we were in the trenche

ist out there in Argonne," echoe

le do go to

ean Society, and true artist that he is, has created sensational innovations b

the once all too popul

d-son," but the real type of theatrical performance which is unanimo

ally prevalent, and how they succeed in making their public laugh spontaneously and heartily

Two special types, the slacker and the profiteer, or nouveau riche, are very generally and very thoroughly maltreated. If I am any judge, it is the embusqué, who is the special pet

htful spot populated by a squadron of nimble footed misses, who, booted, spurred, helmet-crowned and costumed in h

up "Willy" the day he shall be captured; the soldier on furlough who is homesick for the front; the wounded ma

ents perpetrated in the wings by the big bass drum, an

ow they have paid to see. Furthermore, the better part of the audience is composed of so

ir helmets scarred and indented. Both wore the Croix de Guerre, and the Fourragère or shoulder strap, showing the colou

front of the Somme that very morning, were merely crossing Paris, taking

y moment when they came out of the trenches, that they had not even ha

odour of dead bodies, the prey not only of the elements, but of enemy bombs and shells, expecting the end at any instant; or curl

eady to protest against this d

ally in an endless chain of verses, a comedian, mimicking a poilu with his kit on his back, recited his vicissitudes with the army police, and got mixed up in his interpretation of R

the glorious history of the tri-colour. I looked about me-many a manly countenance was wrinkled with emotion, and women on all

le; just as this impossible theatrical deformation, this potpourri of songs, d

em with disgust; they shrieked with delight at the nouveau riche; and their enthusiasm knew no bounds when towards eleven-fifteen arr

nd I tremble to think of the special brand of justice that woman in particular will have in store for the man who

are easily discernible. They have not yet had time to become accustomed to their new luxuries; espe

AME HUARD'S

ensive," explained an antiquity dealer. "T

death, and their ill humour is almost comic, for in spite of the fact that they are being well paid

form you with an ironical smile, quite certa

id for real estate, monster strokes on the Bourse. Little wonder then that in May just past, with the Germans scarcely sixty miles from Paris, the sale of Degas' studio attained the extraordinary total of nearly two million dollar

in the past four years-but alas! how much more numerous are those which have been lost. The

rent-paying proposition, containing ten or a dozen moderate-priced apartments, and two good stores, from which he derived a co

years) and a few city obligations, were the extent of his investments, an

e August, 1914, and the landlord has no power to collect. Add to this the ever increasing price of living, and you will understand why

t rentals has become the most perplexing question in the world. Several attempts have been made towards

hall not pay-that goes without say

ois quarter of the city about which I have v

r by a boot-maker. Each dealer was called to the army, and both of them

husband, professor in a city school, is now prisoner i

he first day of the mobilisation. His bank kindly consented to continue half salary during the war. The lieutenant was killed at Verdun. His employers offered a year and a half's pay to the young widow-that is to say, abo

little boys will take something more than can be economised after the bare necessities of life have been provided. So how is the

in a greasy liquid, preparing thus a kind of briquette, the only means of heating which she could afford. Yet the prospect of a Winter without coal, possibly without bread, did not prevent her from welcoming me wi

ning. His wife's family are from Lille, and like most pre-nuptial arrangements when the father is in business, the daughter received but the income

They now have but his officer's pay, approximately eighty dollars per month, as entire financial resource. Add to this the death of a m

place whose welcome blaze is the result of their united economy, they patiently ply their needles at whatever handiwork they are most deft, beading bags, making f

ning which has not been part of their tradition, which while it tempts, both intimidates and revolts them

d sugar rations at a maximum; Winter with meat pr

ven a local success crown our arms, let the communiqué bring a little bit of real news, tell of fresh laurels won, let even the faintest ray of hope for the great final triumph pierce this veil of