My Home in the Field of Honor by Frances Wilson Huard
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got to join my regiment at the Gaxe du Nord before midnight, but I'd
like to ring in another job like this before that. It's worth while at 150 per trip!" "You've got to cross Charly--there's no other way to Paris." So we made our price and were whisked into our little market-town. The inhabitants were on their doorsteps or chatting in little groups, and we created quite a sensation in our Parisian vehicle. H. went to the Gendarmerie at once to see if there was any official news by wire since we had left town. "You're the one who ought to bring us news, Monsieur," said the _brigadier_. "What do they say in Paris?" "The mobilization will be posted at four o'clock." A hearty peal of laughter, that was most refreshing in the tension of the moment, burst from all three gendarmes. "Well, it's five minutes of four now. And if what you say is so, I should think we'd know something about it by this time! Don't worry. It's not so bad as you fancy--" H. shook hands and we left. At the hotel we got the chateau on the wire and asked for the victoria at once. As the horse had to be harnessed and there is a two-mile drive down to Charley, we stopped a moment and spoke to the proprietress of the hotel. |
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