My Home in the Field of Honor by Frances Wilson Huard
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There were four of them; four of them whose military books ordered them
to reach the nearest railway station, with two days' rations, as soon as possible after the declaration of mobilization. H. had hardly time to bring up the champagne before we could bear the men clattering down the stairs from their rooms. Their luggage was quickly packed--a change of underclothes and a second pair of shoes composed their trousseaux--and Julie came hurrying forward with bread, sausages and chocolate! "Put this into your bags," she said. Though no one had told them, all those who remained seemed to have guessed what to do, for in like manner George, one of the younger gardeners, had hitched the horses to the farm cart and drove up to the kitchen entrance. A moment later Catherine called me aside and tearfully begged permission to accompany husband and brother as far as Paris. The circumstances were too serious to refuse such a request and I nodded my assent. "Come on, boys," shouted H. "Ring the farm-bell, Nini, and call the others in." Their faces radiant with excitement, they gathered around the long table. H. filled up the glasses and then raising his-- "Here's to France, and to your safe return!" said he. "To France, and our safe return!" they echoed. We all touched glasses and the frothy amber liquid disappeared as by magic. Then followed a hearty handshaking and they all piled into the little cart. George cracked the whip and in a moment they had turned the comer and were gone. |
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