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► Maria Thompson Daviess .
k Author of 'The Melting
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* Copyright, 1916, by the Rellly & '
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(Continued)
"Ah, that was so extraordinary
coming from a women that you must
pardon me for listening- and making
exclamation," came an answer in a
nice voice near at my elbow. The
words were spoken in 'as perfect
English as I had learned from my
father, but in them I observed to bo
an intonation that my French ear
detected as Parisian. "Also, made
•l know why it is that you go to Amu
ica!"
moiselle, are you young women of
the new era to be without that very
delightful but often danger creating
quality of curiosity?" As I turned I
looked with startled eyes into the
grave face of a man less than forty
years, whose sad eyes were for the
moment lighting with a great ten
derness which I did not understand.
"X believe the quality which will
be most required of the women of
the era which is mine is—is courage
and then more courage, monsieur."
1 made answer to him as if I had
been discussing some question with
him in my father's smoking room at
the Chateau de Grez, as I often came
in to do with my father and his
friends after the death of my moth
er when the evenings seemed too
long alone. They had liked that I
t*o came at times, and the old Count
de Breaux once had remarked that
feminine sympathy was the flux
with which men made solid their
minds into a unanimous purpose.
He had been speaking of that war a
•■few weeks after Louvaine, and I had
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risen and had stood very tall and
very haughty before him and my
father.
"The women of France are to
come after this carnage to mold a
nation from what remains to them,
monsieur," I had said to him as I
looked straight into his face. "Is not
the courage of women a war supply
upon which to rely?"
"What are the young women—
such women as she—going to do in
the years that come after the deluge,
Henri of America?" he had made a
muttering question to my father as
his old eyes smoldered over me in
the firelight.
From the memory of the smoking
room at the Chateau de Grez my
mind suddenly returned to the rail
of the ship and the Frenchman be
side me, who was looking into my
I face with the same kindly question
as to my future that had been in the
eyes of my oid godfather and which
had stirred my father's heart to Its
American depths and made him send
me back to his own country.
"Ah, yes, that courage Is a good
weapon with which to adventure in
this America of the grizzled bear,
mrdemoiselle." I found the strange
man saying to me, with a nice
amusement as well as interest.
"My father had shot seven griz
zlies before his twenty-first birth
day. We have the skins, four of them
in the great hall of the Chateau de
Grez—or—or we did have them be
! fore—before —" My voice faltered,
and I could not continue speaking
for the tears that rose in my throat
and eyes.
Quickly the man at my side turned
his broad shoulders that he should
shield me from the laughing and ex
claiming groups of people upon the
deck near us.
"Before Ypres, mademoiselle?"
he asked, with tears also in the depth
.of his voice.
"Yes," I answered. "And I am now
going into the great America with
my crippled brother and his nurse
—alone. It is the land of my father,
and I have his courage. I must have
also that of a Frenchwoman. I have
it, monsieur." And as I spoke X drew
myself to my full, round shouldered
height, which was almost equal to
that of the man beside me.
"Mademoiselle, I salute the cour
age born of an American who fought
before the guns of the Marne and
of a Frenchwoman who sent him
there." And as he spoke thus he re
moved from his head his silk deck
cap and held it at his shoulder in a
way that I knew was a salute from
a French officer to the memory of
a brother. "And also may X be per
mitted to present myself, as it is a
sad necessity that you travel without
one from whom I might request the
introduction?" he asked of me with
a beautiful reverence.
After a search in his pockets for
a few seconds, he at last discovered
a case of leather and presented to
me a card. As he handed it to me his
solor rose up under his black eyes,
and grave trouble looked from be
tween their long bl£ck Lashes. I
glanced down at the card and read:
"Capitaine le Count Armond de Las
selles, Paris, France. Forty-fourth
Chasseurs de le Republique Fran
caise."
"M. le Count, I know—l know why
it is that you go to America!" I made
exclamation as I clasped to my
breast my hands, and my eyes shone
with excitement. "I have read it in
Le Matin just the day before yes
terday. You go to buy grain against
the winter of starvation in the re
publique. No man is so great a
financier as you and so brave a sol
dier, with your wound not healed
from the trenches in the Vosges.
Monsieur, I salute you!" And I bent
my head and held out my hand to
him.
"We're to expect nimble wits as
well as courage of you young—shall
I say American women?" he laugh
ed as he bent over my hand. "Now
shall I not be led for introduction
to the small brother and the old
nurse?" he asked, with much friend
ly interest in his kind eyes.
It was a very wonderful thing to
observe the wee Pierre listen to the
narration of capitaine, the Count de
Lasselles, c9ncerning the actions of
a small boy who had run out of a
night of shot and shell into the heart
of his regiment and who had now
lived five months in the trenches
with them. Pierre's small face is all
of France, and in his heart under his
bent chest burns a soul all of France.
It is as if in her death, at his birth,
my beautiful mother had stamped
her race upon him with the greater
emphasis.
"Is it that the small Gaston Is a
daredevil like is my Bob?" he ques
tioned as we all made a laughter at
the story of the Count de Lasselles
concerning the sortie of the small
idol from the trenches in the dead
of one peaceful night to return with
a very wide thick flannel shirt of
one of the enemy, which he had
caught hanging upon a temporary
laundry line back of the German
trenches.
"And your medal of honor, M.
Capitaine? Is it permitted that I lay
for a little moment just one finger
upon if?" Pierre asked of him as the
great soldier stood tall above the
steamer chair.
(To Be Continued)
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The Young Man Who Enlisted, and Whit His Fiancee
and His Sister Thought
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BY JANE McLEAN
Peggy and Frederica had been
friends since earliest school days.
There had been something really
fine about the friendship between
these two grils, something unusual,
and yet there was nothing at all sen
timental about it.
They were absolutely different as
far as type was concerned. Peggy
was blond and a happy-go-lucky,
and Frederica was dark and quiet.
Peggy had a brother who was the
idol of her heart. At boarding
school when she and Frederica had
roomed together, that was before
Frederica had met handsome Tom,
Peggy had spent all her spare time
telling her chum after lights were
out, how wonderful Tom was. and
how she, Peggy, would never in all
this world forgive Fred if she didn't
succumb to his many charms on the
spot.
In novels the beautiful heroines
always fall desperately in love as
soon as they are introduced to the
heroes some interested person has
selected for them to marry, and in
this story, matters came out prac
tically the same.
Peggy invited Frederica home for
the holidays at Christmas time, and
although Tom scoffed at the idea of
liking Freddie, and Freddie indig
nantly denied the fact that anything
could ever make her fall in love with
handsome Tom, Peggy felt that
something was in the air, and some
thing was. Something always is when
two people protest too vociferously
the other way. And hence, when
Peggy, in questioning Tom, received
the reply:
"Oh, I don't think she's so won
derful, she's too quiet for me. Your
swans always turn out to be geese,
Peggy." And when, after battering
Tom with a sofa pillow for five min
utes, Peggy had scornfully left him
to see what she could get out of
Frederica. artful Freddie had replied
frigidly:
"My dear, how could you imagine
such a thing. Why no two people
could be more unsuited to each oth
er than we two." Peggy might have
been suspicious, but she wasn't. In
stead she was about to give up in
despair, and was bitterly disappoint
ed in both of them when, on Christ
mas Eve, she had caught Tom kiss
ing Frederica, the unapproachable,
under the mistletoe. Freddie had
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blushed scarlet and had run away to
her room, but Tom, cornered, was
forced to admit the truth.
And so Frederlca and Tom be
came engaged. That wa before the
great world war on the other side
had begun to be considered serious
ly by the youth of the country over
here. But there came a time when
even the youth of the country began
to be interest 3d, when anxious men
scanned the eadlinea of papers, and
anxious gins hardly knew what the
days would bring in the matter of
excitement and danger.
Discussion was rife all over, and
Peggy had dispatched an anxious
letter to New Hampshire asking
Frederlca to come down for a visit.
In the midst of the excitement, and
before Frederica arrived, Tom came
home one day flushed and 'rium
phant. His manner of greeting Peg
gy was not quite so buoyant as usual
and he kissed his mother more ten
derly. They all waited, for they
could see that he had news to im
part. Finally It came. Tom had en
listed.
"Tom," Peggy shrieked, "not you,
Tom, O, you can't leave us. It isn't
right, it isn't right."
And, bursting into tears, Peggy
had rushed away to her room re
fusing to listen to reason or to be
comforted. Tom, her Tom to be,
killed on the battlefield? And she
to think it right? Never, never, and
for two days Peggy refused to leave
her room. Then, in the midst of her
grief, Frederica arrived.
Frederica came into the darkened
room, and the two girls rushed into
each other's arms.
Peggy was pale, and her eyes were
heavy. "Have you heard?" she whis
pered.
"Heard what? No dear, I haven't
heard anything, but your mother
said you were ill. Tell me about it,
you were all right when you wrote
to me.
Peggy began to sob weakly and
Frederica hugged the little blond
fluffy head up close to her, and wait
ed to hear what was coming.
"Of course it is going to be harder
for you than for any one else," came
Peggy's voice finally, "and I hate to
tell you, dear, I've been crying two
days over It, myself. Tom has en
listed."
Peggy felt Frederica's arms slip
away from her, and she turned
around sharply to see the other girl's
face. Freddie's eyes were shining
softly, and her chin was held high.
There was a radiance about her that
Peggv had never seen before.
"Tom had enlisted," Frederica re
peated as though to understand it
better. "How wonderful of him to
do it before he had to. I'm so proud
of him! And Peggy, you've been
crying; did you think I'd cry, too?
Why I'm the proudest girl in the
world, and I love Tom better than I
ever have before. You ought to be
telling him how glad you are. Peggy,
instead of making him feel like a
criminal. Just think, Tom has en
listed!" And Frederica's eyes, look
ing into the future, saw only the
glory of sacrifice.
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