: True Stories of the Great War Volume 3 (of 6) Tales of Adventure Heroic Deeds Exploits Told by the Soldiers Officers Nurses Diplomats Eye Witnesses by Miller Francis Trevelyan Editor - World War 1914-1918 Personal narratives

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es, to take up that duty which ended in his laying down his life, he gathered his men together and bade them good-bye. Last night dear Mme. de S. showed me his soldier's notebook, in which he had written the few words that he meant to say to his men. I begged her to let me have them: I give them to you. This address stands to me as one of the most beautiful things I have ever read.

General Foch paid him a fine tribute when he mentioned him in despatches, and this mention of him was accompanied by the bestowal of the Croix de Guerre.

"Henry Dadvisard, warm-hearted and vibrant; a remarkable leader of men. He asked to be transferred to the infantry, in order to offer more fully to his country his admirable military talents. He fell gloriously on the 27th of April, leading an attack at the head of his company."

VI--STORY OF THE MORGAN-MARBURY HOSPITAL

DEAREST VIOLET,

DEAREST BELLE,

Mme. de S. is going next week on the cruel and dreadful mission of disinterring her belov?d dead. She is going down into the tomb in Belgium--if she can get through--to take her boy out of the charnel house, where he is buried under six other coffins. "God has his soul," she says; "I only ask his body" ... if she can find it. She has told no one of her griefs, but to me; and she bears herself like a woman of twenty-five, gallantly....

Dr. Blake has been magnificent. His operations are something beyond words. Men came in to me for treatment and told me that he worked actual miracles with faces that were blown off, building new jaws, and oh, Heavens! I don't know what not.

Paris, July 20th, 1915.

DEAREST VIOLET,

I saw a very touching thing the other day in the Madeleine, where I went to Mass. A woman no longer young, in the heaviest of crape, came in and sat down and buried her face in her hands. She shook with suppressed sobs and terrible weeping. Presently there came in another worshipper, a stranger to her, and sat down by her side. He was a splendid-looking officer in full-dress uniform--a young man, with a wedding-ring upon his hand--one of those permissionnaires home, evidently, for the short eight days that all the officers are given now--a hiatus between the old war and the new. He bent too, praying; but the weeping of the woman at his side evidently tore his heart. Presently she lifted her face and wiped her eyes, and the officer put his hand on hers. And as I was sitting near, I heard what he said:

She glanced at him, then bent again in prayer. But when she had finished, before she left her seat, I heard her say to him:

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