seemed to feel her warm little hand upon my forehead. At last, when I was eighteen I enlisted; you know as well as I do, that the trooper has only just enough. Now,--I could almost laugh--here is the siege and famine! You see, I did not lie, when I told you, just now that I have always, always, been hungry!" The young duke had a kind heart and was profoundly moved by this terrible story, told him by a man like himself, by a soldier whose uniform made him his equal. It was even fortunate for the phlegm of this dandy, that the night wind dried the tears which dimmed his eyes. "Jean-Victor," said he, ceasing in his turn, by a delicate tact, to speak familiarly to the foundling, "if we survive this dreadful war, we will meet again, and I hope that I may be useful to you. But, in the meantime, as there is no bakery but the commissary, and as my ration of bread is twice too large for my delicate appetite,--it is understood, is it not?--we will share it like good comrades." It was strong and hearty, the hand-clasp which followed: then, harassed and worn by their frequent watches and alarms, as night fell, they returned to the tavern, where twelve soldiers were sleeping on the straw; and throwing themselves down side by side, they were soon sleeping soundly. Toward midnight Jean-Victor awoke, being hungry probably. The wind had scattered the clouds, and a ray of moonlight made its way into the room through a hole in the roof, lighting up the handsome blonde head of the young duke, who was sleeping like an Endymion. Still touched by the kindness of his comrade, Jean-Victor was gazing at him with admiration, when the sergeant of the platoon opened the door and called the five men who were to relieve the sentinels of the out-posts. The duke was of the number, but he did not waken when his name was called. "Hardimont, stand up!" repeated the non-commissioned officer. "If you are willing, sergeant," said Jean-Victor rising, "I will take his duty, he is sleeping so soundly--and he is my comrade." "As you please." The five men left, and the snoring recommenced. But half an hour later the noise of near and rapid firing burst upon the night. In an instant every man was on his feet, and each with his hand on the chamber of his gun, stepped cautiously out, looking earnestly along the road, lying white in the moonlight. "What time is it?" asked the duke. "I was to go on duty to-night." "Jean-Victor went in your place." At that moment a soldier was seen running toward them along the road. "What is it?" they cried as he stopped, out of breath. "The Prussians have attacked us, let us fall back to the redoubt." "And your comrades?" "They are coming--all but poor Jean-Victor." "Where is he?" cried the duke. "Shot through the head with a bullet--died without a word!--ough!" * * * * *