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1f1E MARSHAL
3yMary Raymond Shipman Andrews
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CHAPTER v111-(continued).
cee,rishs II. Bosa-Me,rm co,,n

There was a thick fog on that day,
and out Of 1t, and. out of the wood we
must pass. rushed with wild cries a
cloud OF mounted Cossacks across the
himself. But General Rapp dashed
onward at the head of two mounted
Bquadrons OF chasseurs and g~renadiers
OF n guard who always followed the
emperor, and the Cossacks were put
to flight. 1 was in the charge; l was
serving temporarily in the place Of one
OF Rapp's officers, because, on account
of my late weakness, it was thought
wei! tina I should be on horseback. So
1T happened that, as the skirmish
finished. l saw coming toward me a
figure in a furred coat and cap.
prandishing a Cossack lance-rushing
toward the emperor. I dashed down on
passed my great saber through his
BODY. n h man fell, and as he fell
the fur cap went off and he groaned
and looked up at me with dying eyes
1t was Zappi."
All" The little finger sprung up
and stood. fists c%lenched, threatening.
One would have thought it was this
second that the general had sabered
zappi.
May I live a moment?" the general
inquired. Till I explain. Zappi did
not die"
AM" again. And Francois sank
relieved on the stool. yet with stern
eyes still on the generals face. The
general laid the papers aside.
Not he. He had seized the lance
from a Russian whom he had killed-it
was most 1mprudent, especially in the
dress he wore. which did not show the
french uniform underneath. 1t was
my turn then to play nurse. He was
placed In one Of h carriages of the
QmnQrnr and II NovaI Cav Ii~ -.
own brother, and he came through it
all, and went back to Italy, to his
home" ~
The generals deep-set eyes were
gazing now above Francois head out
through the narrow window where the
table stood, across the mountains
slope, to the blue distance.
"Alessandro, my friend" he spoke in
his gruff tones, yet softly, shall we
see each other again? So close through
mat black time, so far apart now in
the peace OF u homes! Those warm
hands which cared for me when I was
freezing and dying In Russia shall
touch them perhaps never again, never
again!"
Francois. forgotten in the generals
very French excess of emotion
squatted in IRON of him and regarded
him in a practical peasant fashion.
With that he spoke, businesslike,
One should not say that word
never. my seigneur," he remarked.
"One should believe that the good thing
will happen, nj il the God thinks best
It will happen. Besides that. IL one
believes a thing to be true. it is all the
same as If it were true"
The general, brought to the right
about by this flrmness, looked down
with an enormous frown. HAL wise
little old marshal! It is lucky for me
that l have such to superintend me
How came you to know these great
thoughts, monsieur?"
1T is my mother who says that"
Francois answered, undisturbed by the
sarcasm $50. my seigneu. because
my mother says it, I know it to be the
truth"
Hal" exploded the general, and then
reflectively: ut is a simple and in
expensive philosophy-on the whole
there might be worse"