Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-08


minded. the demon in combat It was
the child with his helmet
What could do?" the Bohemian 10 rep.
resented as telling. Fool the child? In
play. yes for fancy. Fool a child who
cares for me, who runs in the hot sun to
make me wear my helmet? No. I cannot
So said, Give me the thing. I'll wear 1t
and have headache"
An hour later Turov, who had never
been touched throughout the war and
claimed to have q star" received a mans
size shellscrap on the head. 1t dented the
for ten minutes, but it would have spat-
tered his brains II he had been wearing
his cloth cap
"she's a mascot" says Turov: "a real
in the old days whom people believed
They were always children or young
girls"
family Of the reconquered district and
proposed to spend six days permission"
with them. Every now and then men went
of on permission. and the little duchess
again e her eiinginsto.t Tn coat act
and raised such a tempest Of weeping
that ito prevent the child from making
herself SICK" tho Breton was simply
went to Paris and blew his money .
trifie gloomily because the strange child
made no objection to his departure. though
grand friends. Quennien swelled around
important. Later. it was his turn, Mala-
testa- going on permission, had the coat.
tail act applied to him with vgor-and to
Quennien, the previous favorite. 1t waS
clearly indicated she could spare him bet
All right. Tho Breton, having thus.
now, at last, the child's permission to 30.
went to his friends In the rear. The Sec
-R.A 49, hrA 6xNR
q long-range German shell. one killed. two
wounded. but the Breton quite safe. He
went to stay with new friends in q near
by village The first night he slept thers
killed none. but wounded four-and Quen-
MEN again without scratch! You arc
too lucky" said the people No third fam
lily would receive him. SO he returned to
the legion
Now. for the queerest Of all
Everybody. Of course, II not willing to
put up with a child's whims in matters Of
personal convenience. and there are strong
characters everywhere There was a cook
Of the legion named Laurent, French
man (like Quennfen, the Breton, and 9TH
ers. by voluntary engagement before the
war, when the legion was in north Africa
and many Joined 1t for adventure or to
hide from some scrape). Laurent was not
of his duty to go on expeditions. but he
was curious and one day started or by
favor with scouting party. The little
duchess at home in the kitchens, had
he was not a real 1egfonary, nor Of the
set Of heroes who discovered and protected
her. So some were scandalized that she
should cling to his coat-tails and weep
mented his departure vehemently. But
Laurent disengaged himself and went Of
with the party.
All right Scouting into no mans land.
peaceful Not a dog. cat. tree or birdt
Not a house with a roof. scarcely a want
Only the village cemetery stood intactl
There, lingering moment. they came on
poor little soldiers grave Of the re-
treat Of 1914, with these words on rain
washed wooden cross. which had fallen
and lay fiat across the mound:
ITO the Soldier Laurent. OF the seth
Infantry"
The cook Laurent bent over it. reading.
"Tiens." he said. 'if my wife should
pass this way, she might think 1t was
me-
Scarcely had he spoken when a long
range Austrian "zim-boorn' fell from q
clear sky. exploding with its double burst.
terrifically. 1t laid Laurent. the cook, a
mangled mess. upon the little wooden
cross which bore his name
Believe this, all. or in parts. or as you
please.
But. certainly Gas the story is told). this
was the incident which clinched complete
ly, without shadow OF a doubt, the repu.
tation Of the little mascot Of the legion.
The Orphelinat des Armees. naturally.
sought to take the child, but the legion,
up to writing. kept her. temporarily. in
any case, "to recover from her fright.
among known and friendly faces" and
under the technical care OF Father D.,
the chaplain, and certain good women
1--WE shall find her family and her fortune
for her" the DICTIONARIES are supposed to
mediate. ''She is a duchess, or, at least,
countess )
STERLING HELLO.