at the gates stood at salute. The cortege passed through,
numbering a dozen soldiers, four of whom carried the bier on their
shoulders. The bier was covered with the glorious tricolour of France.
She glanced instinctively back towards Marius. It would be just like
that when he died. Then her eyes fell upon a Paris newspaper, lying on
her table. There was a column headed, "_Nos Heros! Morts aux Champs
d'Honneur! La Patrie Reconnaissante._" It would be just like that.

Then Marius gave a last, sudden scream.

"_Vive la France!_" he shouted. "_Vive les sales embusques! Hoch le
Kaiser!_"

The ward awoke, scandalized.

"_Vive la Patrie Reconnaissante!_" he yelled. "_Hoch le Kaiser!_"

Then he died.

PARIS,
19 December, 1915.

THE HOLE IN THE HEDGE

The field hospital stood in a field outside the village, surrounded by a
thick, high hedge of prickly material. Within, the enclosure was filled
by a dozen little wooden huts, painted green, connected with each other
by plank walks. What went on outside the hedge, nobody within knew. War,
presumably. War ten kilometres away, to judge by the map, and by the
noise of the guns, which on some days roared very loudly, and made the
wooden huts shake and tremble, although one got used to that, after a
fashion. The hospital was very close to the war, so close that no one
knew anything about the war, therefore it was very dull inside the
enclosure, with no news and no newspapers, and just quarrels and
monotonous work. As for the hedge, at such points as the prickly thorn
gave out or gave way, stout stakes and stout boarding took its place,
thus making it a veritable prison wall to those confined within. There
was but one recognized entrance, the big double gates with a sentry box
beside them, at which box or within it, according to the weather, stood
a sentry, night and day. By day, a drooping French flag over the gates
showed the ambulances where to enter. By night, a lantern served the
same purpose. The night sentry was often asleep, the day sentry was
often absent, and each wrote down in a book, when they thought it
important, the names of those who came and went into the hospital
grounds. The field ambulances came and went, the hospital motors came
and went, now and then the General's car came and went, and the people
attached to the hospital also came and went, openly, through the gates.
But the comings and goings through the hedge were different.

Now and the