At the Depôt at Sidi bel-Abbès, Sergeant-Major Suicide-Maker was a devil, but at a little frontier outpost in the desert, he was the devil, the increase in his degree being commensurate with the increase in his opportunities. When the Seventh Company of the First Battalion of the First Regiment of the Foreign Legion of France, stationed at…
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BONNE-BICHE (Old French Fairy Tales, 1920) by Comtesse de Ségur
EAU-MINON had entered by a little passage, which seemed made expressly for him and had probably given notice to some one at the castle, as the gate opened without Blondine having called. She entered the court-yard but saw no one. The door of the castle opened of itself. Blondine entered the vestibule which was of rare white…
BLONDINE’S AWAKENING—BEAU-MINON (Old French Fairy Tales, 1920) by Comtesse de Ségur
BLONDINE slept calmly all night; no ferocious beast came to trouble her slumbers. She did not suffer from the cold and awakened at a late hour in the morning. She rubbed her eyes, much surprised to see herself surrounded by trees, in place of being in her own room in the palace, and upon her own bed….
THE FOREST OF LILACS (Old French Fairy Tales, 1920) by Comtesse de Ségur
WHEN Blondine entered the forest she commenced gathering the beautiful branches of lilacs. She rejoiced in their profusion and delighted in their fragrance. As she made her selection, it seemed to her that those which were more distant were still more beautiful so she emptied her apron and her hat, which were both full and filled them…
BLONDINE LOST (Old French Fairy Tales, 1920) by Comtesse de Ségur
BLONDINE grew to be seven years old and Brunette three. The king had given Blondine a charming little carriage drawn by ostriches, and a little coachman ten years of age, who was the nephew of her nurse. The little page, who was called Gourmandinet, loved Blondine tenderly. He had been her playmate from her birth and she…
Moonshine (STORIES OF THE FOREIGN LEGION, 1947) by P. C. WREN
La Cigale, the Mad “Grasshopper” of the VIIth Company, was solemnly dancing by the light of the moon. He was a fine soldier and a hopeless lunatic, and had once been a Belgian Officer (Corps of Guides, the most aristocratic in the Belgian Army) and military attaché at various Embassies. No one knew his story,…