New Britain herald., 1930-09-26

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 "Oh. mo-" she treasured him eagerly Please tell me- There is little to tell. was struck by a shell fragment in the advance, and left for dead Indeed. I should have died from loss of blood but for the fact that Cap tain Vaneering made a forced landing in the same field. Walking from his plane, he came upon me, | bound up my wound and sum- moned stretcher- bearers. l owe him my ,life, and from that began our friendship. He visited me in the hospital, and afterward spent leave at my chateau that Tante- my aunt, Madame. who will be happy to make Madame's acquaint- ance - might thank him. For we are very dear to one another" Tears stung Dagger5's eyelids. De senac made gesture of deprecation.
 "I have not annoyed Madame?" "No. no. l am glad to hear. My husband was unwilling to speak of his experiences after the war. He was of those who felt that they had fought in vain"
 The Frenchman's lean face light ed mpassionately.
 Poor lads, These have been trying years for youth. One must have the tolerance of age to grasp | the inwardness of events. What seems futile on the surface often strikes roots deep into the hearts of men - and whatever truly been in vain"
 Dagger was fascinated. <He talked on freely, encouraged by her in terest, telling of his belief in the responsibility of those born with exceptional ability and integrity to render unusual service to mankind i in return. He spoke proudly of the ancient lineage of his noble family and it's services to France. The talk drifted back to the world war once more.
 You must have had many ad- ventures in those four years, Mon sieur le Due" she prompted.
 Millions shared them with me-" he rejoined deprecatingly.
 "Ah. but not many served through four years, and fought so variously as you. Were you at the Marne?"
 NO. I was in the North-in the ,o1J Our fight was to maintain the hinge upon which the armies piv-~ otted back before the German rush.
 "Oh, do tell me-" she begged. You weren't a general, then?"
 ''No a colonel. I had a regiment of red-legged devils from my own country, Normandy. daresay there were men under me whose ancestors had followed my ances- tors at Crecy and Agincourt."
 How marvellous" cried Dagger. we have so much memories in my country My uncle, who is still alive, fought Indians as young man; a hundred years ago, when my family emigrated to Texas, it was all open range, where the buf- falo. grazed, except for a dozen or so Mexican settlements" l De Senac was as excited as schoolboy.
 "Quel merveilleuse!" he protested. But Madame is of Texas! How often as a lad I lost myself in the tales of her Indian-f fighters and pis- tol-shooters. Madame must tell me of it. I reproach myself that have talked so much.'
 It was the Dues turn to be fas- cinated while Dagger told wildly of life on the Mexican border, and the exploits of her own ancestors in the winning of the West. The tea hour flew as though on wings.
 Daggers third awakening in Paris was still happier than her second. Marie brought her an arm- ful of flowers-"from Monsieur le Due, Madame" And with them a crested note from de Senac's Tante, the Princess Rakovski. inviting Dagger to tea that afternoon.
 Ignorant as she was of European social customs, she was yet i'm pressed by the fact that a woman of such rank, so much older than herself, should have made the ini- tial advance so promptly. And she was doubly grateful for the invita- tion, when the telephone rang, and Dicks voice sounded in her ear.
 we want you to come to tea, dear" he said, after the usual pre- liminaries.
 I'm so sorry, but I can't, Dick" |"