Wherever there was hard fighting,
wherever fate stacked the cards
against Napoleon, there the great
conquerer sent Marshal Lannes—
for he made him a marshal of the
empire. At Areola, at Marengo,
at Austerlitz*. on a hundred terri
ble fields, Lannes was the right
hand of Napoleon, the one man of
whom he was absolutely sure; the
one man who never failed* He
never ^cringed to Napoleon, but
spoke to him as roughly as he
had spoken to his associates in
the stable. He looked Napoleon
in the eye and told him the truth,
no more afraid of the emperor
than he was of death. In years of
constant warfare, under the tute
lage of Napoleon, Marshal Lannes
became the greatest of general,
and he remained as faithful as a
dog. Then in 1809 he was struck
dowm in battle. tftter faithful
ness had made him great.
SMILES
Stamp for Literature
(Everybody's Magazine)
For weeks he had been ill !n
the hospital. With the beginning
of convalescence he called Ibudly
for food, declaring he was being
starved.
"The doctor says you may have
sofncthing to eat tomorrow," said
the nurse soothingly.
