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Updated: May 25, 2025
Very white, the chill sweat standing on his forehead and under his eyes, he stood against the oak, lips compressed, grey eyes watching what was happening to him. Suddenly he understood it was all over. "Djack!" He turned his gaze toward Maryette, where she struggled toward him, held by two soldiers. "Maryette Carillonnette " His voice suddenly became steady, perfectly clear.
"Thank you, my friend," she murmured.... "And if you wish to call me Carillonnette do so." "I do want to. And my name’s Jack.... If you don’t mind." Her eyes were fixed on her donkey’s ears. "Djack," she repeated, musingly. "Jacques Djack it’s the same, isn’t it Djack?" He turned red and she laughed at him, no longer afraid. "Listen, my friend," she said, "it is très beau what have you done."
"Carillonnette!" he called out joyously. "Maryette! C’est je!" The girl, astonished, turned her head, and he spurred forward on his wall-eyed mount, evincing cordial symptoms of pleasure in the encounter. "Wee, wee!" he cried. "Je voolay veneer avec voo!"
After nine o’clock Carillonnette set the drum and wound it; and through the dark hours of the night the bells played mechanically every hour for a few moments before Bayard struck. Between these duties the girl managed the old inn, to which, since the war, nobody came any more and with these occupations her life was full sufficiently full, perhaps, without the advent of John Burley.
As for Maryette Courtray, called Carillonnette, she mounted the bell-tower once every hour, from six in the morning until nine o’clock in the evening, to play the passing of Time toward that eternity into which it is always and ceaselessly moving.
"Je vous aime, Carillonnette." "Oh, Djack! Djack!" she cried in terror. He heard the orders; was aware of the levelled rifles; but his reckless greyish eyes were now fixed on her, and he began to laugh almost mischievously. "Vooz êtes tray belle," he said, " tray, tray chick " "Djack!"
They jogged on through the disused byway, the filbert bushes brushing axle and traces; but presently the little donkey relapsed into a walk again, and the girl, who had counted on that procedure when she started from Sainte Lesse, did not urge him. "Also," she said in a low voice, "I have been wondering who permits you to address me as Carillonnette. Also as Maryette.
The mule lost no time but headed for the distant corral at a canter; and Burley, grinning like a great, splendid, intelligent dog who has just done something to be proud of, stepped into the market cart and seated himself beside Maryette. "Who told you where I am going?" she asked, scarcely knowing whether to laugh or let loose her indignation. "Your father, Carillonnette."
"Will you tell me your name in exchange for mine?" "Maryette Courtray." "Oh," he exclaimed in quick recognition; "you are bell-mistress in Sainte Lesse, then! You are the celebrated carillonnette! I have heard about you. I suspected that you might be the little mistress of Sainte Lesse bells, because you wear the Legion " He nodded his handsome head toward the decoration on her blouse.
However, it signified little to the youthful mistress-of-the-bells, Maryette Courtray, called "Carillonnette," for her Yankee lover still lay in his distant hospital her muleteer, "Djack."
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