Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1917-01-19

going lut1 the great America with my
crippled brother aud hls nurse alone
Il is the laud OF my father. aud have
his courage ! must have also that OF
a Frcuchwoman. have IL, monsieur"
And as ! spoke | drew myself to my
full round shouldcrcl height. which
was almost equal TO that Of the man
beside me,
"Mademoisclle. salute the courage
born OF an American who fought be
fore the guns Of the Marne ana OF
Frcnchwoman who sent him there
and as he spoke thus he removed from
his head his silk deck cap and held II
at his shoulder in a way that ! knew
was a salute from French officer TO
the memory OF brother "And also
may be permitted TO present myself.
as II IS n sal necessity that you travel
without one from whom might re.
quest the Introduction" he asked OF
me with beautiful reverence,
After search IN his pocket for
few seconds. he at last discovered
case Of leather and presented 20 me a
card. As be handed II TO me his color
rose up under his black eyes, and grave
trouble looked from between their long
black lashes glanced down. at the
card and read: "Capitaine le Cou!
Armond dc Lasseles. Paris, France
Forty-fourth Chasseurs de IL Repnb.
liQue Francalse."
M. le Count, | know-l know wav
II Is that you 90 to America" | mad
exclamation IA claspcd TO my breast
my hands. and my eyes shone with ex
citcmcut. II have read 1t in lie Mntiu
Just the day before yesterday. You 20
to buy grain against the winter OF
starvation In the republique No man
ls so great tinanclcr as you and so
brave soldier. with your wound not
healed from the trenches In the Vosges
Monsieur. | salute YOU. And bent
my head aud held out my hand TO him.
Were to expect nlmhle wits ns well
as courage Of you yOung--shall say
Aiutl l'dN Nfllltht A' lHhH llNu az hN
bent over my hand. Now shah | not
be led for introduction to the small
brother ana the old nurscf" he nsked
with much friendly interest In his kind
eyes.
II was very wonderful thing to ob
serve the wee Pierre listen to the mar
ration Of capitain2. the Count de Las
selles. concerning the actions OF n small
boy who had run out of night OF
shot and shell into the heart Of his
regiment aud 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 soul all of France. II is as II
In her death, at his birth. my bcauti.
ful mother Ind stamped her race upon
him with the greater emphasis.
as 1t that the small CASTOR is a
daredevil ike is my BobT" he qucs.
toned as we all made n laughter at
the story OF the Count de Lasseles
concerning the sortie of the small idol
from the trenches In the dead Of one
peaceful night to return with a very
wide thick nanneI shirt of one Of the
enemy, which he had caught hanging
upon n temporary laundry line back
Of the German trenches.
"And your medal Of honor, NJ. Capt
taine? Is 1t permitted that lay for
a little moment just one finger upon
III" Pierre asked Of him as the great
soldier stood tall above the steamer
chair.
Nannette sobbed into her lace, and
| turned my head away as the tall
man bent and laid the frail little
hand against his decoration, which he
wore almost entirely hidden under the
pocket Of his tweed Norfolk OF Eng.
Ilsh manufacture. Only French eyes
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