Part 4 (2/2)

”But now, my dear son Pierre, I must prepare you--”

The struggling voice from the cot broke in, whispering slowly, with long intervals: ”Not necessary. . . . I know it already. . . . The penance. . . . France. . . . Jeanne d'Arc. . . . It is done.”

A few drops of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. The look of peace that often comes to those who die of gunshot wounds settled on his face. His eyes grew still as the priest laid the sacred wafer on his lips. The broken soldier was made whole.

Books By Henry Van d.y.k.e

The Broken Soldier and the Maid of France

The Americanism of Was.h.i.+ngton

The Christ Child in Art

The Lost Boy

The Mansion

The Story of the Other Wise Man

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