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The Doctor had but one air , 'Malbrouck s'en va-t-en guerre; even with that he was on terms of mere politeness; and his musical exploits were always reserved for moments when he was alone and entirely happy. He was recalled to earth rudely by a pained expression on the boy's face.
These were the words I was maundering with this noble voice of mine: "'The news I bring, fair Lady, Will make your tears run down Put off your rose-red dress so fine And doff your satin gown! Monsieur Malbrouck is dead, alas! And buried, too, for aye; I saw four officers who bore His mighty corse away. ............. We saw above the laurels, His soul fly forth amain.
And each one fell upon his face And then rose up again. And so we sang the glories, For which great Malbrouck bled; Mironton, Mironton, Mirontaine, Great Malbrouck, he is dead. "I felt the silence grow peculiar, uncomfortable. I looked up. Mrs. Malbrouck was rising to her feet with a look in her face that would make angels sorry a startled, sorrowful thing that comes from a sleeping pain.
The girl's hand closed on her mother's, and she knew her heart had been truly read. The hunters pursued their way, swinging grandly along on their snow-shoes, as they made for the Wild Hawk Woods. It would seem as if Malbrouck was testing Gregory's strength and stride, for the march that day was a long and hard one.
Malbrouck was there, and Gregory, looking into her eyes, thought how good a thing it would be for him, if some such face looked benignly out on him every morning, before he ventured forth into the deceitful day. But what was the use of wishing! Margaret evidently did not care.
The girl's hand closed on her mother's, and she knew her heart had been truly read. The hunters pursued their way, swinging grandly along on their snow- shoes, as they made for the Wild Hawk Woods. It would seem as if Malbrouck was testing Gregory's strength and stride, for the march that day was a long and hard one.
That's right! Like to be on your feet, would you? Wait. Here, a sup of this. There you are.... Well?" "Well," said the young man, faintly, "he was a beauty." Malbrouck looked at him a moment, thoughtfully, and then said: "Yes, he was a beauty." "I want a dozen more like him, and then I shall be able to drop 'em as neat as, you do." "H'm! the order is large.
Malbrouck whispered: "Now if you must have your live moose, here's a lasso. I'll bring down the cow. The young one's horns are not large. Remember, no pulling. I'll do that. Keep your broken chest and bad arm safe. Now!" Down came the cow with a plunge into the yard-dead. The lasso, too, was over the horns of the calf, and in an instant Malbrouck was swinging away with it over the snow.
What are you hanging around for? Get out!" Constable Beresford had his revenge. As he passed the window, Inspector MacLean heard him singing. The words that drifted to the commissioned office! were familiar. "Malbrouck s'en va-t-en guerre, Mironton-ton-ton, mirontaine." MacLean smiled at the irrepressible youngster. Like most people, he responded to the charm of Winthrop Beresford.
D'you s'pose I haven't eyes in my head?" The veneer of sobriety Beresford imposed on his countenance refused to stay put. MacLean fumed on. "Hmp! Malbrouck s'en va-t-en guerre, eh? Very pretty. Very romantic, no doubt. But damned sentimental tommyrot, just the same." "Yes, sir," agreed the constable, barking into a cough just in time to cut off a laugh.
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