Now It Can Be Told

now. It was a formal ceremony in the chateau near St.-Omer, which he used as his own headquarters, with his A. D. C.'s in attendance, though the m

e the Revolution, like those belonging to that old aristocracy which still existed, in poverty and pride, in other chateaus in this French Flanders. There was a bouquet of flowers on the table, giving a sweet scent to the room, and sunlight streamed th

with his legs apart, a stocky, soldierly figure, with a square head and heavy jaw. I wondered whether there were any light of ge

He made an allusion to the power of the press, and promised us facilities for seeing and writing, within the bounds of censorship. I noticed that he pronounced St.-Omer, St.-Om

d Houdain, through which lightly wounded Scots of the 1st and 15th Divisions were making their way back. He leaned over his sadd

be, Jock?" asked a High

d the other Scot.

-in-Chief," I said.

but turned his head and stared after the figure on the white horse. Then he said: "Well, he's made a mess o

here's few o' the laddies'll c