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Sister Julie, Chevalier Of The Legion Of Honor

Wythe Williams

A little round apple dumpling sort of woman in nun’s costume was bobbing a curtsy to me from the doorway. In excited French she begged me to be seated. For I was “Monsieur l’Américain” who had come to visit Gerbéviller, the little community nestling in the foothills of the Vosges, that has suffered quite as much from Germans as any city, even those in Belgium. It was her “grand pleasure” that I should come to visit her.

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The Man Of The Marne And The Yser

Wythe Williams

It was a drippy day—a day when winter overcoats were uncomfortable but necessary to protect against a wind that swept over the plateau of Artois. A party of newspapermen were beginning a war-corresponding de luxe program arranged by the French war office. The Paris-Boulogne express had been commanded to stop at Amiens, where limousines were waiting in charge of an officer of the Great General Staff.

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