CHAPTER XXVII CONCLUSION
As the car bore down and stopped in front of the humble cottage gate thelittle French peasant woman stared hard, as well she might. To see her“man” riding in such a fine vehicle alongside four strange young chapswas enough to make her believe in miracles.
Then, as some of the boys helped Jaques to alight, for he was tremblingviolently, and could hardly have managed it with one hand, she noticedthat he had an arm bound up as though severely wounded. With a cry sheflung herself upon him and clasped her arms about his neck.
Out of the cottage flew three children whom the soldier hugged as wellas he could with that single arm. From neighboring houses flocked theinmates, so that presently there was quite a crowd assembled to see thestrange return of Jaques Leforge, the man whom they had always believedto be so sadly lacking in the quality of courage.
Then some one discovered the shining badge, pinned to the left breast ofhis dusty and torn blue coat, which bore many marks of the conflictthrough which he had so lately passed with such credit. Loud criesattested to their wonder. Jaques was called upon to explain the mystery,which he attempted to do, perhaps after the same fashion that he had inEnglish given it to Thad and the others.
It was a picture well worth seeing. The four scouts sat there and lookedon with the keenest of interest. Why, even Bumpus for the time beingutterly forgot that he was in a terrible hurry; for he wanted to sharein the triumph of Jacques.
So it sometimes happens that men, as well as boys, bear the name ofcoward when it is not at all deserved. Poor Jaques had so long beenaccustomed to hearing his neighbors call him timid and weak-hearted thathe had come to take it for granted he was really lacking in moral fiber.But when the war came, and he actually found himself, he was not long inproving the falsity of the charge.
From the abject manner of the old men and the chattering women it wasevident that the same Jaques would from that hour rank high as thegreatest hero the little village in the environs of Paris could everboast.
Thad was only waiting to get a chance to shake hands with the soldierbefore making a fresh start. The others felt just as he did about it,Giraffe in particular wanting to be able to say that he had actuallygripped the fingers of a hero to whom had been awarded that highlyprized Cross of the Legion of Honor, which is only bestowed on those whohave shown exceptional valor on the battlefield, or in the service ofFrance.
Managing to finally catch the eye of Jaques, Thad beckoned to him.Apparently the man understood, and his sense of gratitude caused him topush through the throng of admiring villagers until he reached the sideof the car. His wife and children clung to him as though they feared hewas about to be whisked out of their sight again before they had hardlyseen him.
“We are going on, Jaques,” said Thad, “and would shake hands with youfirst.”
“Willingly, young M’sieu!” cried the soldier, “though my neighbors havealmost taken the life out of my fingers already. If this is what itmeans to be reckoned a hero I do not know how much of it I may stand.But I owe you and your comrades a debt, for which I can only give you mythanks. Here then is this wife of mine who cannot yet believe what hereyes tell her, and that her Jaques is wearing a decoration. Tell me yournames, if you please, that I may introduce you to her.”
This the boys did gladly. They were pleased to see that the brave Jaqueshad such a neat and adoring little wife, and such a healthy brood ofchildren, the future hope of France.
After that there was nothing else to delay them, and so Thad made thestart. The last they saw of Jaques he was waving his hat after them,standing happily there in front of his own little white gate; while thecrowd still clustered around, eager to see, and if highly favored, eventouch that wonderful badge of courage that decorated his torn and bloodycoat.
“I’d call that a splendid and fitting finish to our experience along thebattle line of Joffre’s men!” declared Giraffe, as soon as they wereonce more progressing along the smooth road.
“Yes,” Bumpus added, “we’ve seen the fighting, the taking care of thewounded, and it was only right we should be on hand to take part in thehomecoming of the hero. Bully for Jaques, say I, and may he longflourish. That wound of his will get well in time, though I suppose thepoor fellow may have to go to the front again, so that perhaps he maynever live to see the end of the war.”
“You’re mistaken there, Bumpus,” said Thad, on hearing the stout chumpaint such a grewsome outlook for the little family of the hero; “Jaquesconfided to me that he had lost the better part of his hand, and thathence he must be out of the war for good, though he may still serve hiscountry at home in some capacity.”
“Well, it’s a funny thing for me to say that I’m glad to hear that,”Bumpus remarked, with a grin, “but you know how I mean it. Jaques hasdone enough, and ought to be spared for his family’s sake.”
“What’s the programme now, Thad?” asked Giraffe, partly rising in hisseat as he spoke, in order to stare far ahead, where through the haze hebelieved he could already catch a glimpse of the city they were headingfor.
“We’ll find Mrs. Hawtree,” replied the scout leader; “then learn how wecan get a steamer for New York. There’s going to be a big rush on thefirst and second cabin accommodations, and I’m afraid we’ll have troublein finding berths.”
“Oh! that isn’t going to bother me any,” laughed Allan, good naturedly,for with the end of the long and arduous journey through the war-tornregion in sight he felt that it was easy to accept things as they came.“If we’re forced to it we can take potluck and go steerage.”
“The only thing I don’t like about that,” declared Giraffe, “is the grubpart of it. They say you don’t get all you’d like to have in the way ofeats. But then, with so many fine society folks having to take steeragepassage, mebbe the companies will reform, and do better. Let’s hope so.”
“So long as I find my mother, and she’s feeling a heap better,” observedBumpus, with not a line of worry across his forehead now, “I’m not goingto bother my head about such a trifling thing as eating.”
“Of course not,” flashed Giraffe, with a grin, “because plump fellowssuch as you can be like hibernating bears, and live on their fat for acertain length of time; but it is a whole lot different when a slim-jimlike me has to go hungry. But I’m considered a pretty good rooter forgrub, my folks tell me, and if there’s any to be had I’ll get there.Thad, take a good look right over there, and tell me if you don’t thinkthat’s the old Eiffel Tower right now standing up against the skylinelike something on stilts.”
At that of course every one showed the most intense interest. Thad, onlooking in the quarter indicated by Giraffe’s extended finger, quicklyannounced that the tall scout’s eagle eye had not deceived him.
“Yes, that’s the tower, most certainly,” he said, in a satisfied way;“which fact tells us we’re on the outskirts of Paris at last.”
“Everything seems pretty peaceful here, I should say,” Bumpus remarked,just as though he may have been indulging in some sort of wild fancyfounded on the mad scenes which history describes as having racked theFrench capital at the time of the Commune, a hundred and more yearsback.
“Oh! we’ll find Paris pretty quiet, with so many people gone, andbusiness dead,” Allan ventured to say; “but all the same I’m anxious totake a turn about the place now we’re here. I’ve been studying thatlittle guide book we got hold of, and set down a lot of things we oughtto see, before we leave for the good old United States.”
Under the belief that the great German army of invasion might succeed ininvesting the capital, tens of thousands of the best inhabitants haddeparted for points further south; indeed, even the French Assembly hadabandoned Paris and gone to a safer place, so that the legislativebranch of the government should not suffer in case of a siege, as in theprevious experience.
As they continued to glide along the smooth avenue, surrounded by scenesof constantly increas
ing beauty such as can be found in few other placeson earth, the four comrades of the khaki felt a sense of peace filltheir hearts. They seemed to be far removed from those terriblebattlefields upon which they had so lately looked; and it was hard torealize that only a score or so of miles separated the invading Germanarmy from the goal which they had set out to capture and hold as aprize.
Bumpus lay back in his comfortable seat and dreamed dreams. He hadlittle doubt but that he would be able to find his mother without muchtrouble, and to him that September day seemed like the end of a baddream. All the dreadful things that had passed in review before theireyes he would now try to forget, since they had been but a means to anend. Soon they would find themselves threading the streets and broadavenues of the great metropolis, and looking upon the myriads offluttering tri-color flags which would be given to the breeze as thecitizens learned of the wonderful battle which their idol Joffre had wonon the banks of the Marne.
And here, having safely arrived at their goal, we may leave them, in thehope that at no distant day it may once again be our pleasure to meetThad and his gallant chums in the pages of still another volume, inwhich shall be described further interesting and profitable adventuresthat are likely to come their way.
THE END
Footnotes
[1]See “The Boy Scouts on War Trails in Belgium.”
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THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS WITH FUNSTON AT VERA CRUZ; or, Upholding the Honor of the Stars and Stripes. When trouble breaks out between this country and Mexico, the boys are eager to join the American troops under General Funston. Their attempts to reach Vera Cruz are fraught with danger, but after many difficulties, they manage to reach the trouble zone, where their real adventures begin. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS AT KEYSTONE RANCH; or, Three Chums of the Saddle and Lariat. In this story the reader makes the acquaintance of three devoted chums. The book begins in rapid action, and there is “something doing” up to the very time you lay it down. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS DOWN IN ARIZONA; or, A Struggle for the Great Copper Lode. The Broncho Rider Boys find themselves impelled to make a brave fight against heavy odds, in order to retain possession of a valuable mine that is claimed by some of their relatives. They meet with numerous strange and thrilling perils and every wideawake boy will be pleased to learn how the boys finally managed to outwit their enemies. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS ALONG THE BORDER; or, The Hidden Treasure of the Zuni Medicine Man. Once more the tried and true comrades of camp and trail are in the saddle. In the strangest possible way they are drawn into a series of exciting happenings among the Zuni Indians. Certainly no lad will lay this book down, save with regret. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS ON THE WYOMING TRAIL; or, A Mystery of the
Prairie Stampede. The three prairie pards finally find a chance to visit the Wyoming ranch belonging to Adrian, but managed for him by an unscrupulous relative. Of course, they become entangled in a maze of adventurous doings while in the Northern cattle country. How the Broncho Rider Boys carried themselves through this nerve-testing period makes intensely interesting reading. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS WITH THE TEXAS RANGERS; or, The Smugglers of the Rio Grande. In this volume, the Broncho Rider Boys get mixed up in the Mexican troubles, and become acquainted with General Villa. In their efforts to prevent smuggling across the border, they naturally make many enemies, but finally succeed in their mission.
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--A Table of Contents was added.
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