The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-09

their minds into a unanimous purpose.
He had been speaking OF that war q
few weeks after Louvafne, and had
risen and had stood very tall and very
naughty before him and my father.
THE women Of France are to come
after. this carnage to mold nation
from; what remains to them, mon
sieur," had said to him as / looked
straight into his face. els not the
courage Of women a war supply upon
which to rely?" 80
what are the young women-such
women as she-going to do in the years
that come after the deluge, Henri Of
American" he had made muttering
question to my father as his old eyes
smoldered over me in the freight
From the memory Of the smoking
room at the Chateau de Gree my mind
suddenly returned to. the rail of the
ship and the Frenchman beside me,
who was looking into my face with
the same kindly question as to my fu-
ture that had been in the eyes of my
old godfather and which had stirred
my fathers heart to it's American
depths and made him send me back
to his own country. ~,~s
! "Ah, yes, that courage is a good
weapon with which to adventure In
this America of the grizzled bear,
mademoiselle," I found the strange
man saying to me, with nice amuse-
ment as well as interest.
my father had shot seven grizzlies
before his twenty first birthday. We
have the skins, four OF them, in the
great hall Of the Chateau de Grez-or
-or we did have them before-be-
fore My voice faltered, and could
not continue speaking for the tears
that rose in my throat and eyes.
Quickly the man at my side turned
his broad shoulders that he should
shield me from the laughing and ex-
claiming groups OF people upon the
deck near us.
Before Ypres, mademoiselle p he
asked, with tears also in the depths. of
his voice.
EYES," answered "And l. am now
going into the great America with my
crippled brother and his nurse-alone.
It is the land of my father, and I have
his courage. I must have also that Of
a Frenchwoman. have it, monsieur"
And as spoke I drew myself to my
full, round shouldered height, which
was almost equal to that of the man
beside me-
"Mademoiselle, I salute the courage
born of an American who fought be-
fore the guns of the Marine and Of a
Frenchwoman who sent him therew
And as he spoke thus he removed from
his head his silk deck cap and held it
at his shoulder in way that / knew
was q salute from a French officer to
the memory Of brother. "And also
may / be permitted to present myself,
as 1t is sad necessity that you travel
without one from whom 1 might re-
quest the introduction" he asked Of
me with a beautiful reverence.
After q search in his pocket for a
few seconds, he at last discovered q
case Of leather and presented to me a
card AS he handed 1t to me his color
rose up under his black eyes, and grave
trouble looked from between their long
black lashes. 1 glanced down at the
card and read: 'Capitaine lie Count
Almond de Lasselles, Paris: France.
Forty-four Chasseurs de le Repub-
liuue Franchise"
IN. le Count, 1 know-I know why
it is that you go to America 1 madt
exclamation as I clasped to my breast
my hands, and my eyes shone with ex-
element II have read it in LIE Matin
just the day before yesterday. You go
to buy grain against the winter OF
starvation in the repubhque. No man
is so great a f1nancier as you and 80
brave a soldier, with your wound not
healed from the trenches in the Vosges.
Monsieur. salute you." And J. BENT
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