of it a shiny disk of silver. He stepped to D'ri, and fastened it upon his waistcoat.
"‘Pour la valeur éprouvée—de l'Empereur,’" said he, reading the inscription as he clapped him on the shoulder. "It was given to a soldier for bravery at Austerlitz by the great Napoleon," said he. "And, God rest him! the soldier he died of his wounds. And to me he have left the medal in trust for some man, the most brave, intrepid, honorable. M'sieur D'ri, I have the pleasure to put it where it belong."
D'ri shifted his weight, looking down at the medal and blushing like a boy.
"Much obleeged," he said presently. "Dunno but mebbe I better put it 'n my wallet. 'Fraid I 'll lose it off o' there."
He threw at me a glance of inquiry.
"No," said I, "do not bury your honors in a wallet."
He bowed stiffly, and, as he looked down at the medal, went away, spurs clattering.
Thérèse came in presently, her face full of vivacity and color.
"M'sieur le Capitaine," said she, "we are going for a little ride, the marquis and I. Will
