Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-08-04

1eQly, as Olu as france, as unhappy. L
knew Anton Lescaut, and Cherisc, and Agar,
who was not at all pretty, and Christophe.
But there is an unusual sequel to the story,
as told you.
"On the evening of the day when Anton
buried his idol, when he put his treasure into
this miser earth that holds so many and
keeps them SO GENEROUSLY, the two other chill
dren talked together and discussed what had
better be done. Lescaut did not trouble
about them; but sat by his hearthstone and
talked with Grief. Christophe said:
Tomorrow will go away, and will find
Martejoux.'
al hat will be easy answered Agar.
al will fight him and will surely kill him.
"'That will be hard said Agar.
"Why?'
~You are boy of fifteen. Martejoux
will laugh
Every WE'LL replied Christophe. We
shall see. He did not flush when Agar refer
red to his youth; but he went very white,
and Agar knew then that he would keep his
word
"But Christophc did not go, because the
next day there was war between Prussia and
France, and the bctrayer, the murderer of
Cherise, was ordered to join his regiment
agar and Christophe talked about it the
whole night. What was to be done? The
war might last for years. Or Martejoux
might be killed. He might fall, and it would
then be said that he had persisted gloriously
for France. Christophe had an idea. He said:
al will join the army. Sooner or later |
shall run up against Martcjoux.'
"'You are below the age; they will not
have you,' disagreed Agar.
al will add three, five, years on
"'You can do that with a breath, true; but
you will have to add three inches to your
height and chest at the same time
"Christophe gnawed his lips with rage.
What could he reply?
"Then Agar went on, l have a plan that
IS better than yours l, not you, will join the
army of France
"Christophe cried out no word of protest.
really believe that the idea had been in his
mind before Agar spoke it.
al am tall for girl, she went on, and
my ugliness will prevent suspicion. People
of all sorts are rushing to enlist There is
OF course l may be found out at the begin
ming. But what them They will only turn
me back with a cheer. At any rate, mean
to try. You can tell our father if he grieves
too much over my absence. But he will not
do that, because he is really buried with
Cherise and thinks of no one else. Yes, |
will march against the Germans, who am
strong as full grown lad. l can always
leave by declaring my SEX But | will not
leave. l will find the man who killed our
sister,
3Christophe shuddered. You must not
kill him. he cried.
@Why not?' asked Agar.
@'You are girl. will not have you stain
your hands with blood. That is too terrible
to think of, Agar
3'Then promise you that will not do it,
answered his sister quietly. / will get some
one to kill him for me-"
Boinville stopped, unaccountably short of
breath, strangely excited by his recital.
TIE MORDIANE, whose brows almost
met in frown of fierce perplexity, fixed
his glittering eyes upon the storyteller with
an expression of scornful incredulity.
The chasseur lifted his head from his
crossed arms. He grunted, "Tonneyrei l
should like to meet this Agar. Are you sure
she is not pretty?'
D'Ormonde the novelist murmured, Il
would give my eyebrows to see and talk with
her."
Bordenave snored worse than ever
Laporte felt succession of electric
thrills run the length of his spine. He said
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