Remembered

In a little Breton village, a peasant walked aimlessly about. His eyes strayed to a spot where men were busy loading apples into a railway car; and, at the same time, he perceived a familiar face. Where had he met this man? After some ruminating, it suddenly dawned upon him. Approaching the man, the peasant inquired politely: "Excuse me, monsieur, are you not Lieutenant Knaetsch?"

Mighty proud was First Lieutenant Knaetsch, who had come to Brittany to buy apples for making German champagne, to have his name and rank remembered; and he replied vigorously that his name was indeed Knaetsch. "Good!" exclaimed the Breton. "I have a little account to settle with you." Thereupon, he set about beating the German; and if it had not been for the intervention of workmen the latter would surely have been killed.

The peasant afterwards explained that he had received cruel treatment at the hands of Knaetsch while a prisoner-of-war in Germany.