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There was gayety in the little house that night Every candle was

lighted They were stuck in rows on e arcs--above the kitchen stove There were

cigarettes for everybody, and food; and a dry uniform, rather small, for

Henri Marie wept over her soup, and ran every few moments to the door

to see if he was still there She had kissed hins, every now and then, of doing it again

Sara Lee did her bandaging as usual, but with shining eyes And soon

after Henri's arrival a dispatch rider set off post haste with certain

papers and maps, hurriedly written and drawn Henri had not only

returned, he had brought back inforreat value to all the

Allied ared, and in the little rooraph sat on the mantel, Henri told his story to

the officers--of his i Jean there, weeks later when he was convalescing froetting into

Holland, whence he would return by way of England Of his own business,

of what he had done behind the lines after Jean had gone, he said

nothing But his listeners knew and understood

But his dispatches off, his story briefly told, Henri wandered out aht to be so happy