It seems that the ship had
narrowly escaped capture by the Germans, but I cannot give you much
information. We don't have any news from our own soldiers. I do not know
where father is. George and Maurice must be artillerymen in Belfort.
Jeanne and Helene are in despair, thinking of their husbands. Maurice's
baby is always so sweet; he does not suspect that his father is at war.
Our aunt has no news from Leon, Andre, and Joseph.
This is all the news. I hope that my letter will reach you. Do not
worry. But if the Germans arrive in Rouen they will find somebody to
receive them. If the men are not strong enough the women will help them.
For my share I would like to kill one of them, and it is the Kaiser
himself; I assure you that I would do it gladly. My dear Henriette, I
say "au revoir" to you today.
Maman and Lili send you their best kisses. A big kiss from your fragile
MADELEINE.
P.S.--It is a good thing that I am always so cheerful and contented. It
happens sometimes that I can make Jeanne and Helene forget, and I give
them a little hope.
"It Is for Us and for France"
[From The New York Sun.]
_LONDON, Oct. 14.--To those who believe, as Germans would have
the world believe, that the French Nation is decadent, fit
only to disappear from the face of the earth, the following
letter, simple as any letter can be, yet full of the
Spartanlike qualities that even a German must admire, will
serve as an inspiration.
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