“Stay a moment, my darling. You must not go into battle without a charm to keep the bullets from you. Here!” and she twisted a ribbon, a very red one, into a bow, and pinned it in the front of his cap. “Now go and be a hero!”
THE TWO LOVERS.
He gave her a passionate embrace, she sank to the floor in a fainting fit, and he rushed out with a gesture.
As soon as the door was shut, she rose very calmly, and inventoried the property.
“It is not much, but it is better than nothing. I am a daughter of France. I will be content with what is sent me; but I think the chain is oroide, and I know the shirt studs are snide.”
A few moments later Henri entered. She received him with evident signs of pleasure.
“Therese,” said the handsome young fellow, “I know that you love me. We attack the canaille to-morrow. I come to bid you farewell. I may never see you again!”
“Henri! I love you! But fight like a hero for France!”
“Adorable! Rapture! This is peaches! I will fight; I will be a hero—I am in the hero line just now. You have given me a new heart. Oh, Therese!”
And then there was more kissing and embracing, which was all very nice.