Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-08-19
Continued From Yesterdays starr
CHAPTER XIII.

THE DUG is FASCINATED.
~ E sENAC was quite different
from what she had expected
At his knock Marie sprane
forward to open the door.
On the threshold stood q
slender, wiry man, holding himself VIII
n dominant energy which suggested
untapped strength. The horizon blue
uniform revealed a straight carriage
broad shoulders. tapering to narrow
waist The head was carved ike an
eagles, with the jutting. beaked nose
that Dagger liked, dark eyes tnat
rlowed brilliantly and shock OF snow
white hair AT first glance she Thought
him quite old, but then she saw the
firm pinkness of his skin, the boylsh
erectness of his build and knew him for
niddle-aged.
He bowed low over her hand. touch
ing it with his lips-Dagger's initial eX-
perience with the gesture. His heels
had clicked together and his BODY
swung gracefully from the hips.
Charmed. madame" he said in
English practically as fluent as her
own. 1T is delightful of you to permit
me this pleasure.
But how can I thank you for your
thoughtfulness, Monsieur lie Duc?" she
answered. Your flowers were beau
Giful welcome 10 stranger.
He eased himself rather cautiously
into the chair she indicated.
This abominable leg" he explained
with smile "A souvenir of the Chemin
des Dames-which might better be
called the Road Of the Damned. But
owe it one favor, for there / met
madsme.s husband. Madame will suf-
fer me to relate the experience? / shall
not distress hero"
"oh. no" she treasured him eagerly.
"Please tell me-"
There is little to tell. was struck
BY shell fragment in the advance and
left for dead Indeed, I should have
died from loss of blood but for the
fact that Capt. Vaneering made forced
landing In the same field Walking
from his plane, he came upon me,
bound up my wound and summoned
stretcher-bearers. I owe him my life.
And FROM that began our friendship.
He visited me in the hospital and aft
erward spent q leave at my chateau
that Tante-my aunt madame. who
will be happy to make madame's &C
quaintance-might thank him. For we
are very dear to one another"
Tears stung Dagger'S eyelids.
De Senac made q gesture of depreca-
tion.
IT have not annoyed madame?"
mo, lO! 4 Alu Sldo 10 near. nay
husband was unwilling to speak of his
those who felt that they had fought
in vain
The Frenchman's lean face lighted
eompassionately.
Poor lads! These have been trying
years for youth. One must have the
tolerance of age to grasp the inward
ness of events. What seems futile on
the surface often strikes roots deep into
the hearts OF men-and whatever truly
reaches TO mems hearts has not been
IN vain"
Dagger was fascinated He talked on
freely, encouraged by her interest. tell
ing of his belief in the responsibility
Of those born with exceptional ability
and integrity to render unusual service
20 mankind in return. He spoke proudly
of the ancient lineage of his noble fam
fly and its services to France. The talk
drifted back to the World War once
more.
You must have had many adven-
lures in those four years, Monsieur lie
Due" she prompted.
Millions shared them with me-" he
Sejoined deprecatingly.
"Ah, but not many served through
four years and fought so variously as
you; Were you at the Marne?" i
w. was Ii The NOEeit--ll the great /
holding battle in Lorraine. Our fight |
was to maintain the hinge upon which |
the armies pivoted back before the Ger |
man rush"
"Oh. do tell me-" she begged. "You |
weren't a general, them"
No, a colonel I had a regiment of |
devils from my own country, |
I daresay there were men |
under me whose ancestors had followed /
my ancestors at Crecy and Agincourt."
How marvellous" cried Dagger. We
have no such memories in my country.
My uncle, who is still alive, fought In
dams as q young man. hundred
years ago, when my family emigrated
Do Texas II was all open range. where