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VOL. XLVI

No. 1

CHAPTER I

AUGUST 1, 1914

FOR every boy and girl in France the beginning must have been much the same. We were at dinner, I remember, and some trivial matter had set me laughing. Father eyed me, puzzled at the cause of my merriment, yet soon joined gaily.

"I don't know what has started you, Jeannette, my child," he cried, "but that laugh of yours would make an image grin!"

At that moment Eugénie, her wrinkled hands a-tremble, brought in the card and placed it beside Father's plate. The sight of it sobered us instantly. Papa looked at Grandpère, then turned to me.

"It has come!" he said quietly.

"But must you go at once?" I asked, surprised to see him rise from his halfeaten meal.

"At once, ma petite fille," he answered. "An officer has many things to do ere his men arrive."

A moment later he had kissed us and was gone.

So in a thousand thousand homes throughout the length and breadth of our Idear land, had come this silent summons. The small bit of cardboard still lay upon

the white cloth at Father's place. It was as if a hand had touched him gently on the shoulder, bidding him go forth, if need be to die. Thus were the sons of France called to war.

But as yet I did not understand. Father's absence would be no new thing, for he was often on business in England for a month at a time and occasionally had left us abruptly as he had this night. Nothing was changed. Eugénie moved about the table, muttering prophecies of woe, but her words seemed only echoes of the stories I had heard since my babyhood. Grandpère, who did not comprehend, prattled like a child, crying sharply now and then, "A bas Bismarck!" as he did a score of times a day.

I finished my dinner without tasting what I ate, my thoughts centered upon the impossible task of trying to realize what this war was to bring us.

The ringing of the bell roused me, and Julie, our little maid, ushered in Madame Garnier, our good neighbor. She glanced at Father's place, and finding him gone, embraced me.

"Ma pauvre petite!"

She half smothered me in her ample arms, but held me only for a moment.

"C'est incroyable!" ["It is incredible!"]