. St. Nicholas [serial] . t say it. They might hear. The clock ambled on till twelve oclock. Sud-denly the storm ceased. The sun broke out in abeaming smile. I m happy, it seemed to say. Butwhy ? Soon came the answer. What was that ?The town seemed to have gone mad. A running offeet, a shouting, the clatter of hoofs, came nearerand nearer. We re French ! The armistice has been signed 1they shouted. In the crowd I saw my mother. Bon jour, ma mere! I cried. Bon jour, ma fille! Mother murmured. Never again would any one call me that hatedname Frdiilein. With my head raised toward thesky, I whispe
. St. Nicholas [serial] . t say it. They might hear. The clock ambled on till twelve oclock. Sud-denly the storm ceased. The sun broke out in abeaming smile. I m happy, it seemed to say. Butwhy ? Soon came the answer. What was that ?The town seemed to have gone mad. A running offeet, a shouting, the clatter of hoofs, came nearerand nearer. We re French ! The armistice has been signed 1they shouted. In the crowd I saw my mother. Bon jour, ma mere! I cried. Bon jour, ma fille! Mother murmured. Never again would any one call me that hatedname Frdiilein. With my head raised toward thesky, I whispered, Bon jour, mon frcrc! Mybrother had died for France ! After an afternoon of parading, dancing, shouting,singing, the shades of evening fell o er the neath the tri-color of France, every man,woman, and child sang the Marseillaise as it hasnever been sung before. Le jour de gloire eslarrive. How true it seemed! As the last notesswelled on the breeze, not a face was dry. Thusended the best day of our just to pass THE TIME. BY MARIE C. HORST, AGE II. just to PASS THE TIME. BY JOSEPH CHOATE, ACE lo. 860 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [July,
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