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Besides these, eight had been removed farther into the forest, severely wounded; and Philippe Duburg lay a short distance off the surgeon being employed bandaging his leg, which a rifle ball had entered, above the knee. Fifteen, therefore, were dead or missing which, as the Germans bayoneted all wounded franc tireurs, was the same thing.
Monsieur Duburg Mrs. Barclay's brother was proprietor of a considerable estate, planted almost entirely with vines. His income was a large one, for the soil was favorable, and he carried on the culture with such care and attention that the wines fetched a higher price than any in the district. He was a clear-headed, sensible man, with a keen eye to a bargain.
The boys were, however, able to say that their last letter from Dijon had given good accounts of Philippe Duburg, who was now considered out of danger. There was, however, no hope of his being able to rejoin them; as the surgeon considered it probable that his leg would be a very long time, before it would be sufficiently healed to allow him to use it.
Barclay knew, turned out of her house since her marriage. She was actually walking fast, too. It was evident that something serious was the matter. Mrs. Barclay was in the garden, and her visitor came straight out from the house to her. "Is anything the matter?" was Mrs. Barclay's first question. "Yes, a great deal is the matter," Madame Duburg began, vehemently.
Madame Duburg sat down upon a garden seat, raised her hands, and nodded her head slowly and solemnly. "She says it is true, she actually says that it is true." "Why should they not go?" Mrs. Barclay continued, quietly. "They are strong enough to carry arms, and why should they not go out to defend their country? In a short time, it is likely that everyone who can carry arms will have to go.
"My dear Melanie," Madame Duburg began, when her daughters had walked away in a quiet, prim manner, hand in hand, "I was really quite shocked, as we came along. There was Melanie, laughing and calling out as loudly as the boys themselves, handing up baskets and lifting others down, with her hair all in confusion, and looking excuse my saying so more like a peasant girl than a young lady." Mrs.
"There goes the bugle," Louis Duburg said; "we have a quarter of an hour, yet. "What pretty girls those were!" Louis was nearly seventeen and, at seventeen, a French lad considers himself a competent judge as to the appearance and manners of young ladies. "Were they?" Percy said carelessly, with the indifference of an English boy of his age as to girls. "I did not notice it.
The young Barclays laughed, and Percy muttered something under his breath; while Louis Duburg replied, seriously, that he hoped the franc tireurs of Dijon would always do their best to deserve the kind thoughts of mademoiselles at which piece of politeness Percy muttered, "Bosh!" Epinal had, as yet, escaped; but it was feared that, ere long, the enemy would advance.
I shall see you in a day or two, and any assistance which I can give is at your service." "Thanks very much. I only wish that you could go with us. "Goodbye. Tell the boys that their names are down, and that we shall begin drill in a day or two." The next morning Madame Duburg arrived, at ten o'clock; an hour at which she had never, as far as Mrs.
This he did and, shortly after his arrival at Pau, he had fallen in love with Melanie Duburg; daughter of a landed proprietor near Dijon, and who was stopping there with a relative. A month later he called upon her father at Dijon and, in the spring, they were married.
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