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Show ! NO HEROTHIS Telegram I Lyyj 11110 By Warwick Deeping XXTI Rumor has it that ths Amerirani are being rushed across in thou sands. Well, thank God for that! They may help to extract us from this mess. Thsrs is a prstty servant In my billet and ths appls blossom is in flower. Finch is making lovs to the wench. 1 have just hsd a photo of my small daughter. More good news. Two officers In all field ambulanees are to be entitled en-titled to the rank and pay of temporary tem-porary major. Gibba and I are to be the recipients of this favor. Moreover. More-over. Colonel Rankin appears out of ths blue In a ataff car and haa lunch with us. The divisional cadres sre to be retained and used for ths training ef Americana. Two American Amer-ican divisions are to disembark very shortly and will be distributed in this part of Plcardy. Rankin hints that not only Gough, but several of our divisions, are in dtsgracs. Ws were one of them, but not ao seriously aa two or three others, so we are to he reprieved. re-prieved. Sergeant Simpson and three other N. C O.'a waylay me outside their mess. "We'd like to congratulate you, air. Every man in the unit will be glad." On the Move Again Do I blush? It Is ons of the war's hsppy moments. tto bs billeted In ths house. She lets i.ms in and goes to fetch her mother. ,1 Madame ia a gray haired. Jocund 'old lady, but her eyea are ahrewd land her mouth capable of making a bargain. We are very polite to 1 each other. 8he conducts ms through a kind of parlor kltchsn complete with stove and a picture of the Sacre Coeur. Another girl ia sitting sewing at the window, a dark and rather fierce young women, wo-men, who glancee at me consideringly consider-ingly over her ahoulder. La Petite has returned to another chair by the window and I see her pale head (bent to the sunlight like the head I of a flower. Finch haa carried in my valise and I tell him to wait and I follow madame along a tiled passage pas-sage and up some white wooden stairs. There is a big landing abovs and she opens a door on the right and smiles at me. , "Entrex, monsieur." It is a vary plain little room, but it pleases ms, for its window does not face toward the street but looks out upon fruit trees and a garden. I thank madame and tell her that the room will auit me admirably ad-mirably and that I hope to be no bother to her. Every time I leave my billet or return to it I have to pass through the parlor kitchen with its stove and its spotless tiled floor and supremely su-premely simple furniture. I feel that I ought to apologise to these Frenchwomen for invading the curiously curi-ously intimate yet secret atmosphere atmos-phere of this room. Oftsn madame is there alone, cooking or aewing. for I understand thst the girls, like so many other Frenchwomen, are working on the farm. I am less afraid of Madams Victoire than the girls and one afternoon I atop to ask her whether Finch is making himself a nuisance. He comes in to clean my boots and bring me my early tea, and be ia supposed to make my bed. but after that he has no business here. Madame assure me that Finch ia quite bon gar eon. I hesitate, and she asks me to ait down. I ait down. My French is adequately ade-quately fluent if not very academic, academ-ic, and madame and I chat She tells ms that aha ia a widow and that Jean, her son, is at the war, as also is Gabrielle's fiance. Which is Gabrislls? "Is that your elder daughter, madame?" It is. Madams confesses that IContlmiej on Following FS Ws movs ones more, crossing the Sommo near St Vslery. Our goal is a little place called Le Mesnil. I shall never forget my first glimpse of Le Mesnil. We cross a plateau and I aes below me a green valley which aeema to be one flowery flow-ery mass of appls blossoms. The valley is splendid with tall trees and the sunlight is shining through the young foliage upon the very green grass. There ia an old red brick chateau like an island In a sea of flowers. A stream runs through the village and we look down upon the chimneys of the little white houses of this most sweet place. The mayor of Le Meenil has left with the concierge a liat of houses where officera can find billete. Ws choose them at random and I select se-lect 'the name of Malaunay, perhaps per-haps because It has a pleasant sound. Victoire Malaunay, No. , rue de Bois I'Abbaye. The rue de Boia I'Abbaye turns south Just beyond the place. It seems to consist of farmhouaea with big gates opening into yards. Ws corns to No. . It too. ia a farmhouse, farm-house, but smallsr and different from the others a little white place sst back behind a patch of garden in which polyanthus, tulipa and white narcissi are in flower. I open a gate In a green Iron railing and walk up the path to the door. I knock. I expect to aee a middle-aged middle-aged Frenchwoman, perhapa mus-tached mus-tached and bearded and in black, but the person who opens the door to me is a girl a curiously petite little person with a solemn face and oat-colored hair. She has a pretty pallor and ayea that make one think of blue windflowera oa a eunny day. MedemoitelU Explains i "Pardon, midemoiaelle. but is this ysdame Malaunay's?" Shs noda and I explain that I am |