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He now forgot all about going to school, and spent his time watching his uncle's comrades drill watched until he knew every command, every evolution so well that he himself could have drilled the company of his uncle. "As you children perhaps already have surmised, it was Remi's plan to go to war and fight for his country.
I took my harp and, wishing to impress him, I sang the famous canzonette. Then, as it should be between artists, he complimented me. He had great talent. We were worthy of each other. I buckled my knapsack and Mattia, in turn, hoisted it on his shoulders. We had to stop at the first village to give a performance. It was to be the "First appearance of Remi's Company."
Men were urgently needed at the front, and Remi's companions soon entered a communicating trench that began under a house in the village, and started for the firing line, a short distance from the German trenches. Remi was sternly ordered to remain behind. This order nearly broke his heart and, when he more fully realized that he had been left behind, he sat down and gave way to, bitter tears.
The order for the Territorials to move came suddenly, as such orders most always do. They came while the lad was having a supper of black bread and cheese with a friendly housewife of the neighborhood. The Territorials were to march within an hour. "Remi's eyes grew bright. He stowed what was left of his meager supper into his blouse and strolled out.
Remi's hand crept cautiously along and the lad barely escaped an exclamation, for here, right in his hand, was a German rifle aimed toward his own lines, ready to be fired at his beloved French comrades. "Cautiously drawing the weapon over the parapet, he caressed it affectionately, then started to crawl back toward his own lines with his precious find.
You would give him an education, that is true; you would form his mind, but not his character. It is the hardships of life that alone can do that. He cannot be your son; he will be mine. That is better than to be a plaything for your sick child, however sweet he may be. I also will teach the boy." "But he isn't Remi's father," cried Arthur.
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