She said that his General told her as follows: "The night before the engagement, Henry Dadvisard came into my miserable little shack on the field. He said to me: 'Mon général, just show me on the map where the Germans are.' A map was hanging on the wall and I indicated with my finger: '_Les Allemands sont là, mon enfant_.' And Dadvisard said: 'Why, is that all there is to do--just to go out and attack them there? Why, we'll be coming back as gaily as if it were from the races!' He turned to go, saying: '_Au revoir_, mon général.' But at the door he paused, and I looked up and saw him and he said: '_Adieu_, mon général.' And then I saw in his eyes a singular look, something like an appeal from one human soul to another, for a word, a touch, before going out to that sacrifice. I did not dare to say anything but what I did say: '_Bon courage, mon enfant; bonne chance!_' And he went...." After telling me this, Mme. de S. took out his watch, which she carries with her now--a gold watch, with his crest upon it--the one he had carried through all his campaigns, with the soldier's rough chain hanging from it. It had stopped at half-past ten; as he had wound it the night before, the watch had gone on after his heart had ceased to beat.... The day before Henry left his own company of Cuirassiers to go into the dangerous and terrible experiences of the trenches, to take up that duty which ended in his laying down his life, he gathered his men together and bade them good-bye. Last night dear Mme. de S. showed me his soldier's notebook, in which he had written the few words that he meant to say to his men. I begged her to let me have them: I give them to you. This address stands to me as one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. General Foch paid him a fine tribute when he mentioned him in despatches, and this mention of him was accompanied by the bestowal of the Croix de Guerre. "Henry Dadvisard, warm-hearted and vibrant; a remarkable leader of men. He asked to be transferred to the infantry, in order to offer more fully to his country his admirable military talents. He fell gloriously on the 27th of April, leading an attack at the head of his company." VI--STORY OF THE MORGAN-MARBURY HOSPITAL _To Mrs. Morawetz, New York._ Paris, June 22nd, 1915. DEAREST VIOLET,