Kellerman,giganticwithgin,runsthroughtheparkatnoonwithhisherslungunderonearm.OldKellermancovershimselfwithbothhandsandhowlsiearingwind,althoughsometimeshesingsintheburstingsunlight.Wherethereistearingwindhehowls,ahereisburstingsunlighthesings.Theparkisemptyexceptforapairofyoungmreatcoatswhostand,pressedtogetherinarapturousembraearthefountain,"Whatarethosemothersdoingthere,"criesthegeneral,"hefountain?""Thatislove,"repliestheson,"whichisfoundeverywhere,healingaiful.""OhwhatadesireIhave,"criesthegeneral,"thattheremighthappensomegreatdisputeamongnations,somegreatanger,sothatImightbemyselfagain!""Thinkofthewrack,"repliestheson."Emptysaddles,bootsre?versediirrups,tastefuleulogies--""Iwanttotellyousomething!"shrieksthegeneral."Onthefieldwherethisbattlewasfought,Isawaverywonderfulthingwhichthenativespoitome!"

    Onthenightofthesixteenth,Wellingtonlin?gereduntilthreeintheminBrusselsattheDuchessofRidsball,sittinginthefrontrow."Showinghimselfverycheerful,"acctoMuffling.ThenwithMufflioutforthewindmillatBrye,wheretheyfoundMarshalBliicherandhisstaff.Kellerman,followedbytheyoungmothers,runsoutoftheparkandintoabar.

    "Eh,hello,Mado.ABeaujolais."

    "Eh,hello,Tris-Tris,"thebarmaidreplies.Sheiswipingthezincwithadirtyhandkerchief."ABeaujolais?"

    "Cuttheseality,Mado,"Kellermansays."ABeaujolais.Listen,ifanybodyasksforme-