The Wages of Virtue

"Yes," agreed the other. "That's one thing you can say for the Legion kit, the boots are splendid--probably the best military boots in the world. You'll see why, before long."

Did she ever think of him? Of course she did. Any woman thinks, at times, of the man in whose arms she has lain. No doubt his photo stood in a silver frame on her desk or piano....

Sir Montague Merline, second-class private soldier of the First Battalion of the Foreign Legion of France, paused to straighten his back, to pass his bronzed forearm across his...

At the bottom of the alley, le bon Legionnaire Tou-tou Boil-the-Cat encountered Sergeant Legros.... A bright idea! ... Stepping up to the worthy Sergeant, he saluted, and inform...

Legionnaire John Bull sat on the edge of his cot at the hour of _astiquage_. Though his body was in the _chambree_ of the Seventh Company, his mind, as usual, was in England, an...

The room which Reginald Rupert entered, with a dozen of his fellow "blues," was long and lofty, painfully orderly, and spotlessly clean. Fifteen cots were exactly aligned on eac...

As the door closed behind the departing John Bull, the heavy _purdah_ between the sitting-room and the tiny side-chamber or alcove in which was Carmelita's bed, was pushed aside...

For Legionnaire Reginald Rupert the days slipped past with incredible rapidity, and, at the end of six months, this adaptable and exceedingly keen young man felt himself to be a...

In fact--curse everybody and everything. And among them, Il Signor Luigi Rivoli cursed Carmelita for not making a bigger financial success of her Cafe venture, and saving a Neap...

"Fancy them 'eathens pinchin' the toon like that," commented 'Erb. "They oughtn't to be allowed... Do they 'old concerts 'ere? I dessay they'd like to 'ear some good Henglish so...

It was soon evident that the word had been passed round that there would be "something doing" at the Cafe de la Legion that evening. Never before had its hospitable roof covered...