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THE POILU. )
THE POILU. ) t The French Soldier at Home By J.D. W. I Upon an evening in late May, the French interpreter held forth at the door of the guard- room to a little group of Welshmen who had been re- membering old times through the old hymns of Wales. When we had finished with our minor tunes, and pipes and cig- arettes were glow- ing, the interpreter —in peace times a professor of more than Parisian repu- tation—had the ear of the company without restraint. It is." he caid, a thing incomprehensible to me that you the Welsh should have a repute for lack of staying power. You, with these sad, sweet hymns I have had the gratification to hear you Bing just now! Your fondness for these, to a philosopher, abolishes such a charge. It is what you, call [he paused for the appropriate word] yes, it is absurd. Show me the people who sing like that, and I tell you that to imagination they add strength, to courage stedfastness, to liveliness endurance. It has been like that with us too. The Eng- lish, what did they think of us? Were they not doubtful? Yes, they were—you need not shake your heads eo. Were they I not fear fill ? Yes. Did not I see it in the eyes of some of your people ? And we have answered at Verdun." I quote the interpreter, I believe, with fair exactness, for what he said during that evening around the guard-room fire, when, after the soldiers had returned to their billets, we talked into morning, made an indelible impression upon my mind. It was another France this scholar- soldier revealed to me, a Fi4tnce whose resolution had hardened into steel, a France who would endure as long as the need existed. Perhaps there has been a France frivolous, unstable, fickle. Per- haps there has been a France whose bril- lianoe was only equalled by its weakness. But reading again the great books of France with a new mental vision, I see that the qualities showing in the new France—tenacity, fixity of purpose, grim- ness of purpose—were in the old. I read I the Dumas Musketeer serial, and I see it there. And in Hugo also, in the rugged. herculean characters who are in hit; books, the Valjeans, the Gilliatts. But I saw it best in the poilus who marched through our village, in the regi- ments Mat passed us entrained, in. the soldiers who came home to L on leave. i I have as one precious gift to recall my days in France, a little rough-cast Crucifix, the work of a moulder who went from our village to the war, a Crucifix made of shell-metal in the trenches during the awful days when the Boche tried to beat open the gate of Verdun. I can never look at it without recalling the giver, his silences, his deep wells of eyes, the set of his mouth, the one or two out- bursts when we sat around his mother's table, and they tried to get him to talk. They were terrible days we were passing through then, days when it seemed as though the eastern postern into France was being gradually sapped. Louis listened to the family clatter, silent amid the babble. The news is bad, to-day," said the soldier billeted there. And then his eyes flashed, his hand came to the table with a fierooness that set the cups ringing. They will not pass! he stormed. They are held Their shells are like the rain! Their men come on like the flood. But we hold! They will not pass! Never." I saw him at the station when his leave had expired, awaiting the commission train. The family were around him in the station yard. It was a sacramental scene. First the embrace be- tween father and son, then the long, long fondling of the mother, and the kiss for little Marie. And then a last look, and the station door closed. Louis, certain as all the French soldiers are that they will never return, was en route to the glorious trenches of Verdun. They went past us, these grim quiet sol- diers—altogether unlike our old concep- tions of the French—in their stained, looped-up overcoats, and wearing their helmets, like all things French, beautiful M ours are ugly, waving courteous greet- ings to the women in the station yard- they passed us like men who knew that them would be no joy in the world, no light-heartedness, until the enemy had been cleared off the soil of their country. Their humour, when they showed it, had a touch of ferocity in it. The gentle graces of France have gone. And they will not return in our time, for the soul of France has been stricken, and they are a people of long memories. When I hear the sentimentalists of Britain talking their inconsequential nonsense about the international reilaticnships of Europe after the- war, I think of the soldiers who passed through our village on the Somme, I see again their strong but wearied faces and the turn of their mouths, and I ask myself what the French poilu will say when he comes back from the fight- hig. and enters a?ain into political and civil life! I wonder what Louis, the mitrailleur of Verdun-if he lives—will say to the people who will want him to forg-ot-Louis who saw that the Boche did not pass through the eastern postern. « I had set out to write lightly, even with a touch of frivolity; about nog poilus." I had meant to write of the multiplicity of fashions in whiskers that prevails in the French armies, of the wonderful beards, the magnificent mou-stachios, that make a French regiment a sight never to forget. But one cannot get his pen to flow freely in such a strain. There is fun and jollity enough in France, but I did not see it awong the French. There is light-heartedness in Picardv, but it is not among the poilus. France can still smile ,-it rarely laughs. For it knows the evil in the Boche, and there will be no gaiety or laughter, neither frivolity nor merry- making, and there will be no gentle graces or lightness, until the Boche has been broken on the wheel he set rolling. And France will be inflexible, rock-like, until the end. The French rarely sing in chorus as do the British soldiers. Someftmes they get one of their number to sing La Mar- seillaise," and once at I- a poilu stood in the station yard and orated rather than sung Roland a Rencevaux." The Cure wrote me the refrain: Mourons pour la patrie C'est le sort le plus beau, le plus digne d'envie. For my country I shall die! The grandest fate for man beneath the sky." This is the France of to-day, as it was also the France of yesterday. And with that song I couple another, sung one day by a wounded soldier passing down in an ambulance train, and flourishing a German helmet as he sang—the great Ca Ira," of which I have since seen a rough translation: All will go right-will go right-will go right, All will succeed, tho' malignants are strong; All will go right-will go right-will go right, ThUg aY6 the people by day and by night." This, also, i-s-the France of to-day. But if they sing the Ca Ira they sing it with a hammer-stroke in every note. It is the chant of You shall not pass."
MUNITIONS TRIBUNAL.
MUNITIONS TRIBUNAL. The Charge of Absenteeism Against Five Girls. At tlie West Wales Munition Court, an adjourned case in which five girls from a controlled works were charged with absent- ing themselves from work without leave. was heard. The defence was that five girls were employed instead of ,six, and Mr. Hopkin John, of the Artisans' Union, who represented the girls, raised the point whether workmen who voluntarily did work for which they had not contracted could have that work imposed upon them, and whether, if they refused, they in- curred any penalty. He did not press the point; but left it to the court. The President pointed out that, accord- ing to the evidence, the girls had accepted the arrangement, laikl that the manage- ment undertook to distribute among the five the additional wages of the sixth, and said it was a question whether that accept- ance was to be regarded as a new contract. Mr. Hopkin John called evidence. A girl pickler, in reply to a question, stated that the fumes had a bad effect on the colouring of her teeth. She also said that proper aprons had not been provided. When they came out they were idle for a bout two hours. They would not have stopped, if another girl had been provided. The President: The real reason why you left was not on account of the aprons, but because you did not have another hand ? Witness admitted that was so. Answering the President, she said that they stopped work on- their own initiative, and resumed at onco when instructed to do so by their trade union official. She knew that the management had tried to get another girl. The President: "Looking back, do you think you did rigM ? Another girl said she had not been will- ing to work with five girls only, because the work was too hard. She had become soaked through, and was at present suffer- ing with her neck in consequence. Another girl was deaf. Answering the President, this girl said she was soaking wet, and would have gone home in any event on that account. Mr. Hopkin John said that the girls came from a law-abiding locality, and the mere fact of having been summoned to a munition court, which was regarded as next door to prison, had been a trouble to | them. The manager said the charge had not been brought in a vindictive spirit, but they were bound tema ke an example. DECISION. I The President said it had been shown that the manager failed to get a girl to make up the six, and also that an arrange- ment had been come to by which the re- maining five girls should have the pay of the sixth divided between them; a very reasonable arrangement to cqpie to. The arrangement, however, was to be tem- porary, not permanent. The question the Tribunal had to answer was, "Was it a reasonable request to ask them to work under the circumstances?" Had they acted as advised by their trades union represen- tative, there would have been no stoppage- It was hard work, they knew, unpleasant work. The Tribunal had decided to take a certain course in the hope that the girls would observe their duties and obligations in future. They had come to the conclu- sion that the girls should not be fined. They were going to dismiss them with' a caution. "We want you," he said, "to appreciate that you were in the wrong, that you had no excuse a.t all for refusing to work till they could get another hand. This is war time, and women are doing their best, and we expect you to do your best. Are you prepared to give a promise that this won't happen again?" The girls promised. The President: We let you go this time; don't let it happen again.
MORRISTON SPORT. I
MORRISTON SPORT. I Morriston C.L.B. journeyed to Clydach 1 on Saturday, when they met the Clydach Scouts (Miers' Troop). Both teams were l badly Represented, the Morristonians having to include four reserves, while the homesters were forced to play one man short. The game throughout was very keenly contested. Play in the first half was of an even nature, both sides (scoring three goals, but on the change of ends the, visitors .gained the upper hand, netting on four occasions to the homesters' two. On the run of the play, however, the homester6 were unfortu- nate in losing. The scoring of so many goals during the game leads one to the conclusion that the custodians on both sides were faulty, but that was not the case, the blame being attributed to the many mistakes of the backs. The halves were prominent on both sides, the visitors' trio in particular being ably led by Uren. Of the forwards who lacked no opportunities, C. Hanney played a great game for the Scouts. W. Lewis again distinguished himself for the C.L.B. by bagging four goals. He was ably assisted by Hopley and Hughes. G. Davies for the homesters was very prominent at inside left. The game was most satisfactorily handled by Capt. W. R. Thomas.
LATE QUEEN'S PEARLS. f
LATE QUEEN'S PEARLS. f On Tuesday week Messrs. Christie will sell a pearl rope composed of 258 large graduated pearls, the property of the Duchess of Albany, to whom it was be- queathed by Queen Victoria. The largest portion of the proceeds of the sale will be given to the upkeep of the Deptford Fund, a work carried on for over 21 years, with the Duchess 116 presi- dent. The balance will be given to the Maternity Home of the Professional Classes War Relief Council.
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THE MARRIAGE OF MARI.
THE MARRIAGE OF MARI. BY EDITH C. KENYON, (THE NSW ALLEN RAINE), Author of The Wooing of Mifotnvry," "The Winning of Qwenera," "Nansi'* Soapagvat. «tc~ etc. CHAPTER XIX. I Mari in London. I Dr. Evans was one of those men who have no mercy on themselves, or on any other people who are so unfortunate as to come under their sway. A man of untiring energy and rare strength, he toiled At hie profession from morning till night, week in, week out; he took no relaxation, and the smallest Possible time for sleep. He was up esrly and late to bed, he ate sparingly, and of the plainest food, fuid read nothing but the daily newspaper and his medical books. His patients feared to c.e.Jtl }.im, and were never at their eM,e in his pre- sence, nevertheless they c.owd--)d .o him. having a profound belief in his flill and ability to cure them of every ill. He was one of the most popular doctors on the panel, and retained his private practice as well, and his life was the life of a slave,, but he was his own slave-master, and. as he said, he could do as he pleased with himself. It was different with Goronwy, his only son, who had qualified as a physician and surgeon, with high honours, and yet was compelled by his father to share in his tread-mill work. Goronwy was ambitious, and had his dreams of winning distinction, and also becoming a traly great doctdr, who would be a blessing to mankind. But his father sat upon his aspiration and hopes. and made him act simply as his assistant. Mari was sorry for Goronwy-all the more sorry because she, too, under the influence of the despot, was becoming more and more of a slave. Her work, to which he had put her from the very first, was to be his secretary, and keep his books, and never fail to be in her place in surgery hóurs. or in any other hours, when he would be likely to want her. She soon became a proficient typist, and when she was not at work on the hooks, entering names and visits, etc., she had to type his letters, and sometimes articles he wrote to the medical journals, about any interesting cases. Besides all this, it was her duty, as he pointed out from the first, to assist his wife, who was not strong, with the man- agement of the house, and its one very young general servant Mari worked willingly for the tired, but always sweet- tempered, mother of Goronwy, and a mutual love sprang up between the two, which no future events would ever be able to destroy. With ao much work upon her hands, and with her energies continually drained, in first one direction and then another, Mari had scarcely time to think of her own affairs, and the days flew by on silent wings. Bryncaredog, and her long- ing to return there, began to fade away from her mind, and at last there was only a dull ache when she remembered .John Powell and her love for him, aroused so late, fl be suppressed so soon. She bAd never iVeived any answer to her letter, written that first night of her stay in Greater London, and despatched the next day. He had not answered, so she con- cluded he did not disapprove of it. Still at first she wondered that he had not found her. and tried to persuade her to return to the home she loved so dearly. They might have arranged to be merely friends. Though he loved the other woman, he would not wish the girl he had thought he loved to be unhappy. It was certainly strange that he did not write a word. True, she had given him no address, but he, who was so clever at finding people and things he had lost, would surely be able to find her had he willed it. And, appar- ently it had not occurred -to Ivor that she slight have gone to their distant relations. So, at last, she re- luctantly came to the conclusion that each man was so happy with his beloved one, that 'he had no time to think of her, and endeavour to bring her home. Catrin would mourn for her she was certain, and so would the other servants, and the poor people, and Rover, and the doves. When she went to the great city, as she did sometimes on errands for the doctor, she loved to watch the pigeons flying about St. Paul's, and eating on the steps of the Cathedral. They were very sweet and true, and they made her sigh for her own dear birds. OTten, too, when she saw a beautiful horse, or a pretty pony, she longed for her own riding horse, and perhaps still more for her faithful Derinos. And then, all dogs reminded her, more or less of Rover, and sometimes she marvelled at herself, that she could ever have left him. Once, as she rode to the city on the top of a 'bus, which was brought to a stand- still at Hyde Park Corner, she saw her step-mother motoring out of the park, with some friends. There was a very fast- looking jnan of the world facing her in the Big car, and the two were evidently on the best possible terms. Mari had a feeling, an intuition rather, that he rstep-mother recognised her for a moment. However, Mrs. Hughes gave no sign, and, the next moment, her face was again turned smilingly to her companion. Another day, towards evening, as she stood in a crowd near the district station, waiting for a No. 9 'bus to oome up., she I saw Tom climbing down from a North London' bus, but what a change there was in his apnearance! He was positively shabby, and looked pale and thin. For a* moment she could scarcely be sure it was her own young step-brother. Then, as he looked round, their eyes met, and an ex- pression of fear. came into his pale face. Almost he looked like running away. That she could not allow. Tom!" she cried. Tom, stay. I want to speak to you." The sweet, familiar tone touched a chord in the boy's heart, which brought a blush to his face. He could notleave her. "Why, Mari, you here!" he exclaimed, coming up, and seizing hold of her hand. a I say, where can we talk ?" She made up her mind in a moment. She would risk a reproof from the doctor for slowness over 'her errand. Tom was of the most importance just then. i There is a tea room close'by upstairs. Come on," she said, leading the way, while he closely followed. They secured a small table in a corner of the big room, almost full of tired busi- ness people, and young men and wOmen, seeking relaxation after the hard work of the day. a You would rather have coffee, Tom, with plenty of cream in it, she said, re- membering his tastes. "And a jam sand- wich, and perhans a raisin cake." He nodded. His heart was full. She was heaping coals of fire on his head. The waitresses were busy and short- handed; Tom and Mari had to wait a long time for the coffee ,and meanwhile they talked in low tones, unheard by the others. I'm so awfully sorry," Tom said. -1 scarcely know how to look you in the face, because I did not keep my promise. Mari, I couldn't." "Of oourse you couldn't. You would have done it if you could." I'm glad you know that," he said. uYon were always very sensible, Mari." "Thank you, Tom. Now tell me where are you living—not with your mother I expect ?" U No. She would not have anyone so shabby living with her. The fact is she doesn't want people to know I am her son. She is oalled the young widow. But they wouldn't say that if they knew she had a son my age. And when I went to her, and confessed about the old gold vase, filled with gold coins, she was wild to know if I had brought it for her. When I said, 'No. I have sold it to a man at Abervstwyth for ?B30!' she was1 awfully angry. She said I was worse than wicked. I was a fool. and she would give me nothing to redeem it with, unless I would promise to bring it to her, and not to you. I wouldn't, and eo I had to start off on my own." "My dear Tom, what are you doing?" cried Mari. Well, it happens that boys are scarce, so they get good wages. I'm a chemist's boy in the West End. Mother doesn't know it. It will make her regret a few things, when she finds the boy who brings home her d'rugs is her own son. I've got engaged to be errand-boy to her chemist, you know." "Oh. Tom, you shouldn't! And you must think of the future; you ought to be preparing for college." "I wonder wholl send me to one? Not mother. She loses her money at card parties. They play every night, in each other's houses, and she's a. bad player; she often loses. I used to beg her not to play when I lived with her, but that didn't last long. So I expect she's going the pace." It's sad to hear you talking of your mother in that way. You must remember ,she is your mother." She never mother'd me half so much as you did-at least not since I can re- member. It was always you who ueed to comfort me, when ill, or in disgrace." Mari thought he had been a long time in remembering that, but did not say so. Very precious to her was the coming to himself of ,this, her prodigal brother. A waitress brought their coffee and cream, also poached eggs on toast, and slices of cakes to choose from. For the next ten minutes Tom could not talk. Mari watched him eating raven- ously. At last she had to interpose. I'm afraid, Tom, you ought not to take more just now. Would you like me to buy you a cake to take home with you?" Yes, please." He looked rather ashamed, but heard her give the order for his favourite kind of cake, with great interest. Suddenly it occurred to him to inquire what she was doing in London. I'm staying with some half, or quar- ter cousins," she answered. "And who is at Bryncaredog?" "Ivor," she replied. When are you going back ?" asked Tom, with eager interest. I say, could I go with you P" Mari shook her head. No. But would you like to return to your old school for. a year at least?" If I might come to Bryncaredog in the holidays, as I used to do." And Tom looked pleadingly at her. "Do let me., Mari, I'll be ever so good." "Well, I'll see about that, if you'll' re- turn to school now. You can get Ivor to send your things from home, and I'll buy you what more you require." You forget. There isn't much of this term left, and I'd rather go to a tutor to prepare me for Oxford. Father used to say I should go to Mr. Williams, you know." Very well, you shall go there. I'll write to him to-night, or rather will you do 00, and tell him I will be responsible for his pay?" Hurrah!" cried Tom, I'll be a Var- sity man yet! But, I say, it will be too much for you to pay." Mari smiled. "I will see about it," she said. The fact was that she had never thought of returning to John the large sum of money he had put into the bank at Newtown for her use. He said he was be- ginning to pay the five hundred a year he had settled on her. To herself she always argued, He has more than enough for all his wants I will not deprive him of the pleasure of being generous to me." I say, Mari," said Tom, you're aw. fully good to me, and I promise you this, for your sake, I will turn over a new lea f. I will, indeed." You cannot do it in your own strength, Tom." I know that. I'll ask for help. Per- haps God will hear me for your sake." Then the boy went away, with the under- standing that they should meet again in the same place on the following Sunday. When he met her that day he had some- thing to say, and a question to ask, which startled her. "What I want to know is this, Mari," I Tie said. "Why, wften you are eo jpod to me, are you so unfair and unjust fe Mr. Powell ?" A little colour same into Marl's pale cheeks. u You don't understand about it, Tom," she replied. I have been told th9.t he loves another woman now, and that other woman begged me to go away that ahe might marry him." (To be Continued.)
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IYSTALYFERA BATTLE.
YSTALYFERA BATTLE. I Jumped Like Dogs and Kicked Like Horses." At Pontardawe Police Court on Friday -f,om Messrs. H. N. MIers, E. G. Benthall, J. H. P. Lloyd, D. T. Williams, S. Jenkins, F. R. Phillips, and J. G. Harries-Jacob Davies, collier, Godre'r- graig, and William Davies, an ex-eoldier, who appeared in court suffering from shell shock,, were summoned by Joseph Davies, watchman at Ystalyfera Tinplate Works, for assault on November 11th. Mr. Henry Thompson appeared for com- plainant, and Mr. Morgan Davies de- I fended. Mr. Thompson explained that on the night in question, about 10 o'clock, whilst complainant was carrying out his duties, he met Jacob Davies, who said I have a good mind to smash your head in." A few minutes later Jacob Davies was joined by the other defendant, William Davies. A moment after Jacob Davies, he alleged, struck complainant a violent blow with- out any provocation. William Davies also joined in the scuffle and broke his stick across complainant. At the same time he remarked You German We will kill you for reporting my sister." Complainant bore out Mr. Thompson's statement, and he added that the de- fendants jumped on him like dogs and kicked like horses for about five minutes. Cross-examined, complainant admitted that he had called at two public-houses that night and had consumed three glasses of beer. He (complainant) was picked up during the scuffle from a gutter by a man named Bowkett. Mr. Morgan Davies: Do you suggest that this man William Davies could have assaulted you in this way ?. Complainant: Yes. He's been working on the canal from October 3rd to Novem- ber 11th. And you mean to say that this man is a blufferf-Yes, sir. Leonard Bowkett, who resided a few yards from the scene of the battle," said he was fetched by a girl. He then heard complainant shouting Murder." Witness went on to say that when lie was picking up complainant from the gutter one of the defendants struck him on the side of the head. In reply to Mr. Davits, witness said he could not remember whether he had his coat off during the scuffle and whether he had to be pulled away by some women. I Several other witnesses were called. After evidence had been called for the defence, Jacob Davies was :fined £1, whilst I William Davies was bound over.
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