Broussard, taking her hand, said to her affectionately: "Last night Lawrence told me all.

Remember, after this, that you and he have a brother, and the boy will be to me as a son." The slow tears gathered in Mrs.Lawrence's eyes and fell upon her thin cheeks.
"My husband told me when he came home last night.

I can't express what I feel--but the boy shall remember you in his innocent prayer." "It's the boy I want to speak about," said Broussard, "Lawrence tells me that you have a chance of going back to your own people and that you are breaking down under the hard work of a soldier's wife.

You can never get used to it." "Perhaps not," replied Mrs.Lawrence, calmly, "especially as I was brought up to have a French maid.

But I don't intend to leave my husband.