With trembling fingers, Paul opened the locket. The soldier brushed his hand across his eyes, for he could not believe what he saw. Inside the locket was his picture!
CHAPTER III
TO THE FRONT!
Paul sat there and rocked the baby—his baby! He sat and rocked little Jeanne, much as his wife had rocked her before that terrible invasion.
Now his wife was gone. Little Jeanne's mother had not been able to escape as had many of the other villagers. She was dead. Weak and undernourished, the poor woman had been unable to withstand hardships and suffering in a cold, damp cellar.
The invasion had killed little Jeanne's mother. Paul alone now remained to care for this helpless mite.
Paul was a troubled, frantic soldier. He would be called back to the front at any moment. What would he do with the baby?
Just then he heard the bugle and the call to arms: "To the front."
A scurrying soldier passed him and called out, "Make haste. To the front!"