The war had turned a splendid chateau into a hospital. Sister Genevieve, a woman who knew the sorrow of suffering but not the sorrow of sin, helped to care for the wounded soldiers therein. Fifi, on the contrary, had known sin in all its ugliness, but like many another of the half-world, had given everything to the great war, even herself. Fifi was a most care-free sort of girl, and sang for the soldiers and brought them flowers. Sister Genevieve disapproved of Fifi’s light-heartedness, especially after she had sung a frivolous song at the request of a dying soldier, but Fifi’s answer was that she could see no real difference between a prayer and a song. Lieutenant Dubois, of the guard, was at the time in love with Aimee Renfret, a pretty woman and a weak one, whose husband was in the trenches. She returned his admiration and made arrangements to go to Paris with him during his furlough. Fifi overheard their talk. The enemy began a sharp attack and the stream of wounded poured into the hospitals. Among them was Raoul Renfret. When Sister Genevieve saw him, she recalled the days when he and she were sweethearts; they had quarreled and he had never returned. After three years with no word from him, she had become a nun. While thinking of the past, Sister Genevieve was startled by Fifi, who sank to her knees by the bed of Raoul. Asked by the Sister if she knew him, too, Fifi told her that he was the first man who ever treated her as a good woman. She said that while trying to protect her from a jealous lover, he was stabbed and she had taken care of him for three months. After he had gone, she couldn’t go back to the old life. The doctors said there was no hope for Raoul, who called continually for Aimee. Fifi hastened to her cottage, and in spite of Aimee’s protests forced her to come to her dying husband’s bedside. The change for the better was so marked when Raoul quieted down with his arm around Aimee, that the doctor said that there was now a chance for his life. Running to the cottage, Fifi found the lieutenant waiting for Aimee to start to Paris. She told him that Aimee had to stay with her husband, and suggested that he take her to Paris instead. At first astonished, he agreed, for she, too, was a pretty woman. Fifi had made her final sacrifice. Moving Picture World, July 14, 1917