New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-08-04

VINO 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
burned his idol, when he put his treasure into
tins mscr earth that holds 50 many and
keeps them 50 GENEROUSLY, the two other chill
drcn talked together and discussed what had
better be done. LcSCaut did not trouble
about them; but sat by his hearthstone and
talked with Grief. Christophe said:
Tomorrow will 60 away, and will find
Nartcjoux'
"'I hat will be easy answered Agar.
- will fight him and will surely kill him
That will be hard said Agar.
"Why?'
"'You are a boy Of fifteen. Martejoux
will laugh
VERY 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 bctraycr, the murderer Of
ChGriSc, was ordered to JON his regiment.
Agar and Christophc talked about it the
whole night What was to be done? The
war might last for years. Or Nartcjoux
might be killed. He might fall, and it would
then be said that he had persisted gloriously
for France. ChriStophc had an idea. He said:
al will join the army. Sooner or later |
shall run up against Martcjoux.'
"'NOu are below the age; they will not
have you' disagreed Agar.
al will add three, five, years on
"'Nou can do that with breath, true; but
YOU will have to add three inches to your
height and chest at the same time
"ChriStophe gnawcd his lips with rage.
What could he reply?
Then Agar went on, i have plan that
Is better than yours. |, 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 ii.
a. am tall for girl she went on, and
my uglineSs will prevent suspicion. People
Of all sorts are rushing TO enlist. There is
bound to he confusion, hurry informaliticS.
OF course | may bc found out at the begin
ming. But what then? They will only turn
me back with a cheer. At any rate, | mean
to try. You can tell our father il he greveS
too much over my absence. But he will not
DO that, because he is really buried with
ChGrise and thinks Of no one else. Yes, |
will march against the Germans, | who am
strong as a full grown lad. | can always
leave by declaring my sex. But | will not
leave. | will find the man who killed our
sister
"Christophe shuddcrcd. 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 :,
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 pcrplcxity fixed
his glittering eyes upon the storytcller with
an expression of scornful increduity.
The chaSSeur lifted his head from his
crossed arms. He grunted, "Ionnere! |
should like to meet this Agar. Are YOU sure
she is not pretty
D'Ormonde the novelist murmurcd, 81
would give my eyebrows TO see and talk with
her
Bordcnave snorcd worse than ever.
Laportc felt a succession Of electric