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mence witli which his brother burst
out into his story. He listened in as
tonishment He had not dreamed
that Philippe, too proud to ask as
sistance from his father, had suffered
miserable poverty that he was des
perately in love with "a girl, and, see
ing no hope of marriage, had chosen
to accept the German offer of a sum
of money sufficient to enable them to
live comfortably. He had taken the
desperate risk and was prepared to
pay the penalty.
"Take this letter and mail it to
her," said Philippe, handing him the
envelope. "It is my only request to
Jean Janvier took the letter me
chanically. His eye f elf on the super
scripture. It was addressed to Ce
He did not reel or stagger, but
stood looking at it gravely. And by
degrees it was borne in on Jiim that
the supreme chance which he had
coveted had arrived. In one way only
could he untangle the skein of fate,
set Philippe free to marry the girl,
pay the penalty for France, and gain
that death which he coveted. He ex
plained to Philippe.
The latter grasped his hands im
pulsively. "No, no, Jean. It is too great a
sacrifice," he said.
"It is only a fair return for what we
have made you suffer," answered
Jean. "You will exchange clothes
with me, walk out of the hut and
make your way to my quarters, which
are doubtless known to you. My pass
will get you to the Cahnay road,
where you can doubtless rejoin your
friends. One thing I ask of you, you
will find an unfinished letter to my
father in my quarters. Add a post
script to the effect that you, Philippe
Janvier, are returning home to take
my place and say that I died fighting
And the thought of Celeste Paquin
overcame Philippe's resolution. He
flung his arms about his brother's
neck and embraced him.
Ten minutes later, with a last hand
clasp and words of love, Jean Janvier,
now dressed in the imitation uniform
of his brother, conducted him to the
door. He watched him walk past the
sentry and then, sinking upon the
ground, remained in a stupor for the
remainder of the night.
At dawn the court-martial con
vened. Jean Janvier, very cool and
collected, faced his brother officers.
He saw the colonel's face turn
gray, he heard his cries of incredu
lity. "Gentlemen, spare your protesta
tions," he said. "I am in the pay of
Germany and I glory in dying for my
The colonel turned his haggard face
upon those of his brother officers.
"If he confesses there is no more
to say," he said.
Jean Janvier, stripped of his insig
nia, was led out to face the Titles of
a firing squad.
Before the bullets found lodgment
in his breast and brain he saw a vis
ion of the years to come, Philippe
at home with Celeste, his father,
mourning for the son gloriously dead,
yet happy in the return of the one
who had so long been, lost to him.
He knew Philippe would never tell
Celeste, and would bear the secret
to the grave.
And in that he found the supreme
chance he had coveted. They won
dered afterward how a traitor could
have faced death so calmly.
God, who uncovers all secrets in
his own good time, made soft the
path to death that Jean Janvier trcd,
TODAY'S TESTED RECIPE
By Caroline Coe
Baked Turnips. Pare turnips and
cut in halves. Place in a baking dish
and pour over enough milk to cover.
Flavor with butter, pepper and salt,
and bake until tender. Serve with a
sauce made by heating a jtablespoon
f ul of butter. When melted add a tea
spoonful of dry mustard. Stir until