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Updated: June 15, 2025
While Florette was still a mere child she committed the heinous crime of singing the Marseillaise. The watchful Prussian authorities learned of this and a couple of Prussian soldiers came after her, for she must answer to the Kaiser for this terrible act of sedition.
He handed Florette a little iron button, which she took with a trembling hand, watching him as he clutched the arbor post. "From Armand? You know heem?" she asked, amazed. "You are American?" "He's American, too," said Tom, "and he's with General Pershing in France. We're goin' to join him if you'll help us."
Where was there a more affectionate son, a pleasanter home than hers? The velvet and brocade dresses belonging to the Baroness de Hierges had fallen to the Eletto. How young Florette looked in them! When she glanced into the mirror, she was astonished at herself. Two beautiful riding-horses for ladies' use and elegant trappings had been found in the baron's stable.
They belonged to the better class, for they appeared before counts and princes, and were seven in number. The father and four sons played the violin, viola and reboc, and the two daughters sang to the lute and harp. The old man invited Adam to take the eighth place in the vehicle, so he counted his pennies, and room was made for him opposite Flora, called by her family Florette.
The second costume was a tight-fitting silver bodice with a fluff of green skirt underneath. Freddy had it fastened up in a twinkling. Florette ran out again and pulled herself up into the trapeze. While Florette went through the second part of her act Freddy folded up the blue costume and trudged upstairs with it. Florette's dressing room was usually up four flights.
"But how could we hear from him now, Florette, any better than before?" the old man asked. "America is our friend now," the girl answered, "and so good things must happen." "Indeed, great things will happen, dear Florette," her father laughed, "and our beloved Alsace will be restored and you shall sing the Marseillaise again. Vive l'Amerique! She has come to us at last!"
Suddenly the quartermaster remembered the hour just before the election, when Florette had thrown herself upon his breast, and thanked him for his kindness; clenching his teeth, he groaned aloud. The others were about to leave him, but he regained his self-control, and said: "Take him the count's letter, Renato. What I have to say to him, I will determine later."
In the afternoons she often went with her child outside the gate, and then always chose the road leading to the count's castle. There was no lack of careful friends, who warned Adam, but he answered them angrily, so they learned to be silent. Florette had now grown gay again, and sometimes sang like a joyous bird.
"You German? French?" he panted. "We are French," said Florette, rising. "I can speak ze Anglaise a leetle." "You are not German?" the visitor repeated as if relieved. "Only we are Zherman subjects, yess. Our name ees Leteur." "I am American. My name is Tom Slade. I escaped from the prison across there. My my pal escaped with me "
Meantime in the camp drums beat, fifes screamed shrilly, trumpets blared, and the shouts and voices of the assembled soldiers sounded like the distant roar of the surf. A fresh burst of military music rang out, and now Florette started to her feet and listened. It seemed as if she heard Ulrich's voice, and the rapid throbbing of her heart almost stopped her breath.
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