"Listen," he said, "don't be afraid. These soldiers are going on
to join their army. You have done me great wrong. But the fire of
hatred is burnt out, and in the ashes of vengeance we are going to
plant the seeds of peace."

December, 1918.







THE BROKEN SOLDIER AND THE MAID OF FRANCE

I

THE MEETING AT THE SPRING





Along the old Roman road that crosses the rolling hills from the
upper waters of the Marne to the Meuse a soldier of France was
passing in the night.

In the broader pools of summer moonlight he showed as a hale and
husky fellow of about thirty years, with dark hair and eyes and