The Yale expositor., 1920-11-25
By A. CONAN DOYLE

the French Guard and our own light
infantry IN single trench. All, if
you could sow brave man as you SOW
seed, there should be a fine crop of
heroes coming up there some day
Then we left the bloody battlefield be-
hind us forever, and with our brigade
we marched on over the French Dor
der on our way to Paris.
l had always been brought up dur
ing all these years to look upon the
French as very evil folk, and as we
only heard OF them in connection with
fightings and slaughterings by land
and by sea, ii was natural enough to
think that they were vicious by ma
ture and iii to meet with. But then,
in just the same fashion, and so, no
doubt, they had just the same idea
of us. But when we came to go
through their country and 10 see their
bonny little steadings, and the douce,
quiet folk at work in the fields, and
the women knitting by the roadside,
and the old granny with a big white
smutch smacking the baby to teach IT
manners it was all so homelike that
i could not think why II was that we
had been fearing and hating these good
people for so long. But / suppose that
in truth, IL was really the man who
was over them that we hated, and now
that he was gone, and his great shadow
was cleared from the land, all was
brightness once more.
We logged along happily enough
through the lOveliest country that ever
i set my eyes on, until we came to
the great city, where we thought that
maybe there would be a battle, for
there are so many folk in it that If
only one in twenty comes out il would
make a fine army. But by that time
they had seen that IL was a pity 10
spoil the whole country just for the
sake of one man. and so they had told
him that he must shift for himself IN
the future. The next we heard was
that he had surrendered to the British,
and that the gates of Paris were open
TO us which was very good news to
me. for / could get along very well
just now on the one battle that had
had.
But there were plenty of folk in
Paris now who loved Boney, and that
was natural when you think of the
glory that he had brought them, and
how he had never asked his army to
go where he would not go himself
They had stern enough faces, for us,
can tell you, when we marched in. and
we of Adams brigade were the very
first who set foot in the city. We
passed over a bridge which they call
Neuilly, which is easier to write than
to say. and then through a fine park,
the Bots de BoulOgne, and so into
the Champs dElysees. There we
bivouacked, and pretty soon the streets
were so full of Prussans and Eng
lish that II became more like a camp
than q city.
The very first time that could get
away went with Rob Stewart, of my
eorhpany-for We were only allowed to
go about In couples-to the Rue
Miromesnil. Rob waited in the han,
and 1 was shown upstairs, and as
put my foot over the mat there was
Cousin Edie, just the same as ever,
staring at me with those wild eyes of
hers. For a moment she did not rec
ognize me, but when she did she just
took three steps forward and sprang
at me with her two arms round my
neck.
"Oh. my dear old Jack !" she cried,
"how fine you look In a red coatl"
"Yes, am soldier now, Edie," said
/, very stiffly, for as l looked at her
pretty face i seemed to see behind IL
to the morning sky on the Belgian
battle field.
Fancy that !" she cried. "What are
you then, Jock7 A general? a cap
tain2"
mo, am private"
"whatl Not one of the common
people who carry gunsr
'Yes, carry a gun"
"Oh, that is not nearly so interest
ing" said she, and she went back to
the sofa from which she had risen. 1t
was a wonderful room, all silk and
velvet and shiny things, and felt in
clined to go back to give my boots
another rub. AS Edie sat down again
l saw that she was all in black, and
so I knew that she had heard of De
Lissac's death.
81 am glad to see that you know ALL"
said I, "for 1 am a clumsy hand at
breaking things. He said that you
we're to keep whatever was in the
boxes, and that Antoine had the keys"
Thank you. Jock, thank you" said
she. 'Tt was like your kindness to
bring the message. heard of II nearly
a week ago. was mad for the time
quite mad. / shall wear mourning all
my days, although you can see what a
fright II makes me look. All, / shall
never get over IL. shall take the veil
and die In convent"
"If you please. madame" said a
maid looking In, "the Count de Beton
wishes to see you"
MY dear Jock" said Edie. jumping
ffta T.