as far inland as Mobile Alabama.  One of these large sailing vessels carried a young German and

his French wife.  They met in Paris a few months ago.  France and Germany were worlds apart. 

Yet, they were only seperated by the Rhine River.  France revolted against the royal order while

Germany remained under the rule of feudal lords.  The Little General had failed in his quest to

conquer Europe but had succeeded in giving the Europeans a new look at life.

When Baron Conrad's army marched into Paris there was little resistance from the French people

because they were tired of war.  The French people believed that Napoleon had brought all this

destruction onto himself.  They had become weary of his exploits, especially now that he was

fighting a losing battle.

Paris was beautiful in the early spring and even more beautiful to Baron Conrad after Napoleon

signed an agreement to give up the French throne.  It was time to celebrate, time to dance and

drink the fine wines of France.  The baron walked past the market place into a celebration house.

A beautiful French girl came to take his order for wine.  Today he felt like talking to anyone, even

this peasant girl.  He would use his well-polished French, he thought.  When the wineglass came

to rest on the table, he said, "It is a lovely afternoon.  It is always this lovely in Paris?"

Her eyes were dark and flashing.  Her hair was piled high on her head with an interesting unruly

lock hanging down.  Her answer came like a bullet.  "Paris is always lovely except when there are

guns firing in the street."

He sensed hostility in her answer.  He felt it was his reasonable duty to find out the reason.  He

remarked," I should think by now you would be accustomed to the sound of the guns."