"And how good luck, Father Nonesuch ?" "Tut, tut! boys are so impatient," said old Nonesuch with a frown.

"Yes, youngster, good luck, said I.Well, one day, after I had my timber-toe put on, the emperor, who always had thoughts for those of his soldiers who had been wounded, gave notice that he had certain small places at his disposal which he wished to distribute among us crippled ones, in order that we might rest from war.

Then all of us set to wondering, 'What can I do?
What shall I ask for?
What do I like best to do ?' My wish was never to leave my own general.

He was General Junot"-- "Ah, yes! I know of him," said the Corsican.

"He married a Corsican girl, Laura Permon, a friend of the Bonaparte children." [Illustration: "_I know not if I know,' said I_."] "The same," old Nonesuch said, with a nod at his comrade.