The Palatka news and advertiser., 1916-12-29
Mamzelle and Won Mier had come
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Mamzelle and Won Mier had come
up and in with her.
They began to condole, to utter
cries of vengeance and despair.
But Marie Rose said with much
simplicity, 81 can begin to save again.
and see! the bureau full Of Marie
Roses little garments, and the toys
and books and the small Christmas
tree you gave me four years ago
made of cloth so perfectly, all these
are safe-and my door!"
eyes, Madame, this is true, and
you are philosopher of the philoso-
pliers! But you will come away into
Holland with us, for, Madame, God
knows alone what the Germans will
do to US if we remain here. Ant
werp is theirs, Madame" The poet
notary spoke with authority and de-
cision.
Mamzelle, too, put a companion
ship arm around the old charwoman,
who, however, drew back, leaning
against her cracked and miserable
stove.
"No, Mamzelle; no, Monsieur Won
Mier, I will not go into Holland.
will stop on always in Antwerp,
where l was born, reared, married,
and will also die. could not go.
You see, l will explain, for Marie
Rose, the little one, might arrive while
l was absent and knock, and there
would be no one to open. Besides,
when she comes, she must be Bel
gian child, one worthy to grow up un-
der our flag. Without disrespect,
Mamzelle and Monsieur, Marie Rose
must stay here and endure even the
rule of the hyena, until Antwerp is
once more her own. Marie Rose must
never have it to remember that she
or l fled away from anything that
Antwerp had to suffer-"
"Alas, Madame, you are a poem"
exclaimed Won Mier, which Marie Rose
did not in the least comprehend.
Mamzelle said, with reason, "But,
Dame Menthe, you will have to live
under the German flag and swear allie
glance to the Kaiser"
maybe, Mamzelle; for a while, a
little while. Meantime, Marie Rose
and |, we will know we are Belgians,
that we hate and despise the Germans.
the robbers! the hounds of blood! the
hunters after our land. That will up
hold us until our own king and queen
come back to their palaces. Fare
well, Mamzelle and Monsieur. But,
no." she stood there on the top step
of the half shot -to-pieces flight, her
arm out from her long blue cloak, the
light in her Flemish eyes as the light
of a prophecies, "No! we will not say
farewell; it is but au revoir."
Then they went sorrowfully away
into Holland with the long and terri
BILE train of the devasted hecatombs.
And Marie Rose went inside her shat
tered house and shut the door.
The Germans commandered one of
Marie Roses dogs, merely leaving her
the other one because it had a sick
paw. Since there were no cows re-
naming in the country roundabout,
the enemy having seized them all for
beef, there was no milk for her to
buy and sell. She had few coppers,
little meal. The small restaurant,
Leopold Second, was reopened by a
Belgian who. like Marie Rose, would
not go into Holland.
Then, since this man was friend
of hers, the charwoman scrubbed the
floors made black by the heels of the
soldiers of the Kaiser, receiving in
payment only food. The Belgian
man had as yet no money to spare
from his proviSion-buying, since, of
course, he had to purchase from the
victors.
But Marie Rose scrubbed on. BY
and by, on a day when the restaurant
was slack of patronage, the Belgian