ressors.
It is for each who sees the truth to tell his fellow, and that fellow
his fellow, until presently all will know the truth, and the truth shall
make them free; free from industrial tyranny at home, and free from
military tyranny from abroad. The work of the peace advocate is not
negative. It is not enough for him to cry peace, peace! He must first
lay the foundation for peace. To cry peace while the people writhe under
injustice is like trying to heal the carbuncle without cleansing the
blood."

[Illustration: "The Waste of War."--Chapter XII.

(The Cartoon, "Advance of Civilisation," by Bradley, in the "Chicago
Daily Mail.")]

[Footnote 1: Stoughton Cooley.]

[Illustration: "It is not the people's fight."--Chapter XIII.

(The Cartoon, "Must Peace Wait for This," by Bradley, in the "Chicago
Daily Mail.")]

CHAPTER XIII.

How the War Wrecked Theories.

I shall never forget that wonderful walk on the Coblenz road: the grave,
hard-cut featured face of the man of religion, pouring out his
socialistic theories, like a long pent-up torrent bursting through years
of accumulated debris. At one moment he would be calm and clear, but at
times, in his excitement, he would lash at wayside flowers with his
stick like a soldier with a sabre.

"The people are not sincere at heart in this Great War," he said, "it is
not the people's fight. If soldiers only had their own way this war
would be short lasting--in fact the war nearly ended on Christmas Day.
You have heard how the Germans and the English ceased firing at the dawn
of that holy morn. How a bayonet from a German trench held up a placard
with those magic words of good cheer that ever move the world--"A Merry
Christmas." How each side sang hymns at the other's invitation, crossed
the zone of fire, and exchanged cigarettes. Surely the spirits of Jesus
and Jaures moved along that line that wonderful morn."

"And yet," I said, "when time was up, back to their trenches the
soldiers crept and fought again like devils."

He went on, ignoring my interruption.

"And German officers, high in rank, held up their hands in horror at the
idea of an armistice being arranged without their consent. That is the
spirit that is going to end war--that human spirit that came to the
surface on Christmas morn and that proved that this awful war is but a
thing of Business."

Our road passed along the cliff tops of the Rhine. There was little
traffic on the river and no