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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: “1914”</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: John Oxenham</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: November 29, 2021 [eBook #66846]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Peter Becker and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK “1914” ***</div> - -<h1>“1914”</h1> - -<hr /> - -<h2 id="toc0" class="newpage p4">CONTENTS</h2> - -<div class="center"> -<p id="toc" class="in0 vspace"> -<a href="#I">I</a><br /> -<a href="#II">II</a><br /> -<a href="#III">III</a><br /> -<a href="#IV">IV</a><br /> -<a href="#V">V</a><br /> -<a href="#VI">VI</a><br /> -<a href="#VII">VII</a><br /> -<a href="#VIII">VIII</a><br /> -<a href="#IX">IX</a><br /> -<a href="#X">X</a><br /> -<a href="#XI">XI</a><br /> -<a href="#XII">XII</a><br /> -<a href="#XIII">XIII</a><br /> -<a href="#XIV">XIV</a><br /> -<a href="#XV">XV</a><br /> -<a href="#XVI">XVI</a><br /> -<a href="#XVII">XVII</a><br /> -<a href="#XVIII">XVIII</a><br /> -<a href="#XIX">XIX</a><br /> -<a href="#XX">XX</a><br /> -<a href="#XXI">XXI</a><br /> -<a href="#XXII">XXII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXIII">XXIII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXIV">XXIV</a><br /> -<a href="#XXV">XXV</a><br /> -<a href="#XXVI">XXVI</a><br /> -<a href="#XXVII">XXVII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXVIII">XXVIII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXIX">XXIX</a><br /> -<a href="#XXX">XXX</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXI">XXXI</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXII">XXXII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXIII">XXXIII</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXIV">XXXIV</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXV">XXXV</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXVI">XXXVI</a><br /> -<a href="#XXXVII">XXXVII</a> -</p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="in0 in4"><span class="larger">JOHN OXENHAM’S NOVELS</span></p> - -<p class="p1 in0 in4"> -<span class="smcap">God’s Prisoner</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Rising Fortunes</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Our Lady of Deliverance</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">A Princess of Vascovy</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">John of Gerisau</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Under the Iron Flail</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Bondman Free</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Mr. Joseph Scorer</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Barbe of Grand Bayou</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">A Weaver of Webs</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Hearts in Exile</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Gate of the Desert</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">White Fire</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Giant Circumstance</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Profit and Loss</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Long Road</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Carette of Sark</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Pearl of Pearl Island</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Song of Hyacinth</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">My Lady of Shadows</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Great-heart Gillian</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">A Maid of the Silver Sea</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Lauristons</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Coil of Carne</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Their High Adventure</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Queen of the Guarded Mounts</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Mr. Cherry</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">The Quest of the Golden Rose</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Mary All-Alone</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Red Wrath</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Maid of the Mist</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Broken Shackles</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Flower of the Dust</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">My Lady of the Moor</span><br /> -“1914” -</p> - -<p class="p2 in0 in8"><span class="larger">VERSE</span></p> - -<p class="p1 in0 in4"> -<span class="smcap">Bees in Amber.</span> <i>105th Thousand</i><br /> -“<span class="smcap">All’s Well!</span>” <i>75th Thousand</i><br /> -<span class="smcap">The King’s High Way.</span> <i>55th Thousand</i><br /> -<span class="smcap">Hymn for the Men at the Front.</span> <i>6th Million</i> -</p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="newpage p4 center vspace"> -<p class="xxlarge gesperrt"> -<span class="large">“1914”</span></p> - -<p class="p2">BY<br /> -<span class="large gesperrt">JOHN OXENHAM</span></p> - -<p class="p2 smaller">SECOND EDITION</p> - -<p class="p2 gesperrt larger">METHUEN & CO. LTD.<br /> -36 ESSEX STREET W.C.<br /> -LONDON -</p> - -<hr /> - -<p class="newpage p4 center vspace smaller"> -<i>First Published</i> <span class="in2"><i>September 15th 1916</i></span><br /> -<i>Second Edition</i> <span class="in2"><i>September 1916</i></span> -</p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="larger">“1914”</span></h2> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="I">I</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> early morning of July 25th, 1914, was not at all -such as the date might reasonably have led one to -expect. It was gray and overcast, with heavy dew -lying white on the grass and a quite unseasonable rawness -in the air.</p> - -<p>The clock on the mantelpiece of the morning-room in -The Red House, Willstead, was striking six, in the sonorous -Westminster chimes, which were so startlingly inconsistent -with its size, as Mr John Dare drew the bolts of the French -window and stepped out on to his back lawn.</p> - -<p>He had shot the bolts heavily and thoughtfully the night -before, long after all the rest had gone up to bed, though he -noticed, when he went up himself, that Noel’s light still -gleamed under his door. His peremptory tap and ‘Get -to bed, boy!’ had produced an instant eclipse, and he -determined to speak to him about it in the morning.</p> - -<p>He had never believed in reading in bed himself. Bed was -a place in which to sleep and recuperate. If it had been -a case of midnight oil and the absorption of study now—all -well and good. But Noel’s attitude towards life in -general and towards study in particular permitted no such -illusion.</p> - -<p>And it was still heavily and thoughtfully that Mr Dare -drew back the bolts and stepped out into the gray morning. -Not that he knew definitely that this twenty-fifth of July -was a day big with the fate of empires and nations, and of -the world at large,—simply that he had not slept well; and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">2</span> -bed, when you cannot sleep, is the least restful place in the -world.</p> - -<p>As a rule he slept very soundly and woke refreshed, but -for many nights now his burdened brain had neglected its -chances, and had chased, and been chased by, shadowy -phantoms,—possibilities, doubts, even fears,—which sober -daylight scoffed at, but which, nevertheless, seemed to -lurk in his pillow and swarm out for his undoing the moment -he laid his tired head upon it.</p> - -<p>Out here in the fresh of the morning,—which ought by -rights to have been full of sunshine and beauty, the cream -of a summer day,—he could, as a rule, shake off the -shadows and get a fresh grip on realities and himself.</p> - -<p>But the very weather was depressing. The year seemed -already on the wane. There were fallen leaves on the lawn. -The summer flowers were despondent. There was a touch of -red in the Virginia creeper which covered the house. The -roses wore a downcast look. The hollyhocks and sweet-peas -showed signs of decrepitude. It seemed already Autumn, -and the chill damp air made one think of coming Winter.</p> - -<p>And the unseasonal atmospheric conditions were remarkably -akin to his personal feelings.</p> - -<p>For days he had had a sense of impending trouble in -business matters, all the more irritating because so ill-defined -and impalpable. Troubles that one could tackle in -the open one faced as a matter of course, and got the better -of as a matter of business. But this ‘something coming -and no knowing what’ was very upsetting, and his brows -knitted perplexedly as he paced to and fro, from the arch -that led to the kitchen-garden to the arch that led to the -front path, up which in due course Smith’s boy would -come whistling with the world’s news and possibly something -that might cast a light on his shadows.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare’s business was that of an import and export -merchant, chiefly with the Continent, and his offices were -in St Mary Axe. He had old connections all over Europe -and was affiliated with the Paris firm of Leroux and Cie, -Charles Leroux having married his sister.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">3</span></p> - -<p>As a rule his affairs ran full and smooth, with no more -than the to-be-expected little surface ruffles. But for -some weeks past he had been acutely conscious of a disturbance -in the commercial barometer, and so far he had -failed to make out what it portended.</p> - -<p>Politically, both at home and abroad, matters seemed -much as usual, always full of menacing possibilities, to -which, however, since nothing came of them, one had -grown somewhat calloused.</p> - -<p>The Irish brew indeed looked as if it might possibly -boil over. That gun-running business was not at all to his -mind. But he was inclined to think there was a good deal -of bluff about it all. And the suffragettes were ramping -about and making fools of themselves in their customary -senseless fashion, and doing all the damage they possibly -could to their own cause and to the nation at large.</p> - -<p>The only trouble of late on the Continent had been the -murder of the Archduke Ferdinand and his wife about a -month before. And that seemed to be working itself off -in acrimonious snappings and yappings by the Austrian -and Servian papers. Austria would in due course undoubtedly -claim such guarantees of future good behaviour -on the part of her troublesome little neighbour as the -circumstances, when fully investigated, should call for. -The tone of the note she had sent, calling on Servia no -longer to permit the brewing of trouble within her borders, -was somewhat brusque no doubt but not unnaturally so. -And Servia, weary with her late struggles, would, of course, -comply and there the matter would end.</p> - -<p>It was unthinkable that the general peace should suffer -from such a cause when it had survived the great flare-up -in the Balkans the year before. Austria would not dare -to go too far since she must first consult Germany, and the -Kaiser, it was well known, desired nothing better than to -maintain the peace which he had kept so resolutely for -five-and-twenty years. If it had been that hot-head, the -Crown Prince, now—— But fortunately for the world the -reins were in cooler hands.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">4</span></p> - -<p>Then again the Money Market here showed no more -disturbance than was to be expected under such unsettled -conditions, and the Bank-rate remained at three per cent. -The Berlin and Vienna Bourses were somewhat unsettled. -But there were always adventurous spirits abroad ready -to take advantage of any little disturbance and reap -nefarious harvests.</p> - -<p>Anyway he could see no adequate connection between -any of these things and the sudden stoppage of his deliveries -of beet-sugar from Germany and Austria, and the -unusual lapsus in correspondence and remittances from -both those countries,—which matters were causing him -endless worry and anxiety.</p> - -<p>His brother-in-law, Leroux, in Paris, had hinted at no -gathering clouds, as he certainly would have done had any -been perceptible. And the sensitive pulse of international -affairs on the Bourse there would have perceived them -instantly if they had existed. The very fact that M. -Poincaré, the President, was away in Russia was proof -positive that the sky was clear.</p> - -<p>The only actual hint of anything at all out of the common -was in that last letter from his eldest girl, Lois, who had -been studying at the Conservatorium in Leipsic for the last -two years.</p> - -<p>She had written, about a week before,—“What is brewing? -There is a spirit of suppressed excitement abroad -here, but I cannot learn what it means. They tell me it -is the usual preparation for the Autumn manœuvres. It -may be so, but all the time I have been here I have never -seen anything quite like it. If they were preparing for war -I could understand it, but that is of course out of the -question, since the Kaiser’s heart is set on peace, as everyone -knows.”</p> - -<p>There was not much in that in itself, though Lois was an -unusually level-headed girl and not likely to lay stress on -imaginary things. But that, and the evasiveness, when it -was not silence, of his German correspondents, and the non-arrival -of his contracted-for supplies of beet-sugar, had set<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">5</span> -his mind running on possibilities from which it recoiled but -could not shake itself entirely free.</p> - -<p>Presently, as he paced the well-defined track he had by -this time made across the dewy lawn, he heard the rattle -of the kitchen grate as heavy-handed Sarah lit the fire, -and the gush of homely smoke from the chimney had in it -a suggestion of breakfast that put some of his shadows to -flight. Sarah and breakfast were substantial every-day -facts before which the blue devils born of broken sleep -temporarily withdrew.</p> - -<p>Then from behind Honor’s wide-open window and -drawn curtains he heard her cheerful humming as she -dressed. And then her curtains were switched aside with -a strenuous rattle, and at sight of him she stuck out her -head with a saucy,</p> - -<p>“Hello, Mr Father! Got the hump? What a beast -of a day! I say,—you <em>are</em> wearing a hole in that carpet. -Doesn’t look much of a day for a tennis tournament, does -it? Rotten! I just wish I had the making of this country’s -weather; anyone who wished might make <span class="locked">her——”</span></p> - -<p>Smith’s boy’s exuberant whistle sounded in the front -garden, and Honor chimed in, “Good-bye, Piccadilly!”—as -her father hastened to the gate to get his paper.</p> - -<p>Smith’s boy was just preparing to fold and hurl it at the -porch—a thing he had been strictly forbidden to do, since -on wet and windy days it resulted in an unreadable rag -retrieved from various corners of the garden instead of a -reputable news-sheet. At the unexpected appearance of -Mr Dare in the archway, his merry pipe broke off short -at the farewell to Leicester Square, and Honor’s clear voice -round the corner carried them triumphantly to the conclusion -that it was “a long long way to Tipperary,” -without obbligato accompaniment. The boy grinned, -and producing a less-folded paper from his sheaf, retired -in good order through the further gate, and piped himself -bravely up the Oakdene path next door, while Mr Dare -shook the paper inside out and stood searching for anything -that might in any way bear upon his puzzle.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">6</span></p> - -<p>His anxious eye leaped at once to the summary of -foreign news, and his lips tightened.</p> - -<p>“The Austrian Minister has been instructed to leave -Belgrade unless the Servian Government complies with -the Austrian demand by 6 p.m. this evening.”</p> - -<p>An ultimatum!... Bad!... Dangerous things, ultimatums!</p> - -<p>“It is stated that Russia has decided to intervene on -behalf of Servia.”</p> - -<p>“H’m! If Russia,—then France! If France,—then -Germany and Italy!... And how shall we stand? It -is incredible,” and he turned hastily for hope of relief to -the columns of the paper, and read in a leader headed -“<i>Europe and the Crisis</i>,”—“All who have the general peace -at heart must hope that Austria has not spoken her last -word in the note to Servia, to which she requires a reply -to-night. If she has we stand upon the edge of war, and -of a war fraught with dangers that are incalculable to all -the Great Powers.”</p> - -<p>Then the front door opened and his wife came out into -the porch.</p> - -<p>“Breakfast’s ready, father,” she said briskly. “Any -news?”</p> - -<p>She was a very comely woman of fifty or so, without a -gray hair yet and of an unusually pleasing and cheerful -countenance. The girls got their good looks from her, the -boys took more after their father.</p> - -<p>“Any light on matters?” asked Mrs Dare hopefully -again, as he came slowly along the path towards her. And -then, at sight of his face, “Whatever is it, John?”</p> - -<p>He had made it a rule to leave ordinary business worries -behind him in town where they properly belonged. But -matters of moment he frequently discussed with his wife -and had found her aloof point of view and clear common-sense -of great assistance at times. His late disturbance -of mind had been very patent to her, but, beyond the -simple facts, he had been able to satisfy her no more than -himself.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">7</span></p> - -<p>“Very grave news, I’m afraid,” he said soberly. “Austria -and Servia look like coming to blows.”</p> - -<p>“Oh?” said Mrs Dare, in a tone which implied no more -than interested surprise. “I should have thought Servia -had had enough fighting to last her for some time to come.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve no doubt she has. It’s Austria driving at her. -Russia will probably step in, and so Germany, Italy, France, -and maybe <span class="locked">ourselves——”</span></p> - -<p>“John!”—very much on the alert now.—“It is not -possible.”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid it’s even probable, my dear. And if it comes -it will mean disaster to a great many people.”</p> - -<p>“What about Lois? Will she be safe out there?”</p> - -<p>“We must consider that. I’ve hardly got round to her -yet. Let us make sure of one more comfortable breakfast -anyway,” he said, with an attempt at lightness which he was -far from feeling, and as they went together to the breakfast-room, -Honor came dancing down the stairs.</p> - -<p>“Hello, Dad! Did they give extra prizes for early -rising at your school?” she asked merrily, and ran on -without waiting for an answer,—“And did you choke that -boy who was whistling ‘Tipperary’? I had to finish -without accompaniment and he was doing it fine. He has -a musical soul. It was Jimmy Snaggs. He’s in my class -at Sunday School. You should hear him sing.”</p> - -<p>“You tell him again from me that if he can’t deliver -papers properly he’d better find some other walk in life,” -said Mr Dare, as he chipped an egg and proceeded with his -breakfast.</p> - -<p>“It looks all right,” said Honor, picking up the paper. -“Let’s see the cricket. Old No’s aching to hear. Hm—hm—hm—Kent -beat Middlesex at Maidstone,—Blythe and -Woolley’s fine bowling,—Surrey leads for championship. -That’s all right. Hello, what’s all this?—‘Servia challenged. -King Peter’s appeal to the Tsar. Grave decisions -impending. The risk to Europe.’ I—<em>say</em>! Is there going -to be another war? How ripping!”</p> - -<p>“Honor!” said her mother reprovingly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">8</span></p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t mean that, of course. But a war does -make lively papers, doesn’t it? I’m sick of Ireland and -suffragettes.”</p> - -<p>“If this war comes you’ll be sicker of it than of anything -you ever experienced, before it’s over, my dear,” said Mr -Dare gravely.</p> - -<p>“Why?—Austria and Servia?”</p> - -<p>“And Russia and Germany and France and Italy and -possibly England.”</p> - -<p>“My Goodness! You don’t mean it, Dad?” and she -eyed him keenly. “I believe you’re just—er—pulling my -leg, as old No would say?” and she plunged again into -the paper.</p> - -<p>“Bitter fact, I fear, my dear.”</p> - -<p>“How about Lois? Will she be in the thick of it?” -she asked, raising her head for a moment to stare meditatively -at him, with the larger part of her mind still busy -with the news.</p> - -<p>“We were just thinking of her. I’m inclined to wire her -to come home at once.”</p> - -<p>Then Noel strolled in with a nonchalant, “Morning -everybody!... Say, Nor! What about the cricket? -You <span class="locked">promised——”</span></p> - -<p>“Cricket’s off, my son,” said Honor, reading on. “It’s -war and a case of fighting for our lives maybe.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, come off!”—then, noticing the serious faces of -the elders,—“Not really? Who with?”</p> - -<p>“Everybody,” said Honor. “—Armageddon!”</p> - -<p>He went round to her and pored eagerly over the paper -with his head alongside hers. They were twins and closely -knit by many little similarities of thought and taste and -feeling.</p> - -<p>“Well!... I’ll—be—bowled!” as he gradually assimilated -the news. “Do you really think it’ll come to a -general scrap?”—to his father.</p> - -<p>“Those who have better means of judging than I have -evidently fear it, my boy. I shall learn more in the City -no doubt,” and he hurried on with his breakfast.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">9</span></p> - -<p>The front-door bell shrilled sharply.</p> - -<p>“Post!” said Honor. “Must be something big,” and -dashed away to get it. She never could wait for the maid’s -leisurely progress when letters were in question, and she -and the postman were on the best of terms. He always -grinned when she came whirling to the door.</p> - -<p>“Why—Colonel!” they heard her surprised greeting. -“And Ray! You <em>are</em> early birds. I thought you were -the post. What worms are you after now? Is it the -War?”—as she ushered them into the drawing-room.</p> - -<p>“Bull’s-eye first shot,” said a stentorian voice. “Has -your father gone yet, Honor?”</p> - -<p>“Just finishing his breakfast, Colonel. I’ll tell him,” -and as she turned to go, her father came in.</p> - -<p>“How are you, Colonel?” said Mr Dare. “Good -morning, Ray! What are our prospects of keeping out of -it, do you think?”</p> - -<p>“None,” said the Colonel gravely. “It’s ‘The Day’ -they’ve been getting ready for all these years, and that -we’ve been expecting—some of us, and unable to get ready -for because you others thought differently. But we want -a word or two with Mrs Dare too. Will you beg her to -favour us, Honor, my dear?” and Honor sped to summon -her mother to the conference.</p> - -<p>“We must apologise for calling at such an hour, Mrs -Dare,” said the Colonel, as they shook hands, “But the -matter admits of no delay. Ray here wants your permission -to go out and bring Lois home. We think she is -in danger out there.”</p> - -<p>“You know how things are between us, dear Mrs Dare,” -broke in Ray impulsively. “We have never really said -anything definite, but we understand one another. And -if it’s going to be a general scrap all round, as Uncle Tony -is certain it is, then the sooner she is clear of it the better. -I’ve never been easy in my mind about her since that little -beast von Helse brought her over last year.”</p> - -<p>At which a reminiscent smile flickered briefly in the -corners of Mrs Dare’s lips and made Ray think acutely<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">10</span> -of Lois, who had just that same way of savouring life’s -humours.</p> - -<p>“I was thinking of wiring for her to come home, as soon -as I got to town,” said Mr Dare.</p> - -<p>“If my views are correct,” said the Colonel weightily, -“and I fear you’ll find them so, travelling, over there, will -be no easy matter. The moment mobilisation is ordered—and -the possibility is that it’s going on now for all they -are worth,—everything will be under martial law,—all the -railways in the hands of the military, all traffic disorganised,—possibly -the frontiers closed. Everything chock-a-block, -in fact. It may be no easy job to get her safely out even -now. But if anyone can do it, in the circumstances, -I’ll back Ray. He’s glib at German and knows his way -about, and where Lois is <span class="locked">concerned——”</span></p> - -<p>“It is very good of you, Ray,”—began Mrs Dare, -warmly.</p> - -<p>“Not a bit. It’s good of you to trust her to me. I can -start in an hour, and I’ll bring her back safe or know the -reason why. Thank you so much!” and he gripped her -hand and then suddenly bent forward and kissed her on -the cheek. “I’m nearly packed,”—at which Mrs Dare’s -smile flickered again.—“I’ll cut away and finish. I must -catch the ten o’clock from Victoria, and bar accidents I’ll -be in Leipsic to-morrow morning. You might perhaps -give me just a little note for her, saying you approve my -coming,” and he hurried away to finish his preparations.</p> - -<p>Honor and Noel heard him going and sped out after him, -all agog to know what it was all about.</p> - -<p>“Here! What’s up among all you elderly people?” -cried Noel.</p> - -<p>“No time to talk, old man. They’ll tell you all about -it,” Ray called over his shoulder and disappeared through -the front gate.</p> - -<p>“Well!—I’m blowed! Old Ray’s got a move on him. -What’s he up to, I wonder.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you, No. He’s going after <span class="locked">Lois——”</span></p> - -<p>“After Lois? Why—what’s wrong with Lo?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">11</span></p> - -<p>“Don’t you see? If there’s going to be war over there -she might get stuck and not be able to get home for -<span class="locked">years——”</span></p> - -<p>“Oh—years! It’ll all be over in a month. Wars -now-a-days don’t run into time. It’s too expensive, my -child.”</p> - -<p>“Well, anyway, old Lo will be a good deal better safe -at home than in the thick of it. And I guess that’s what -Ray and the Colonel think.”</p> - -<p>“I’d no idea they’d got that far. Of course I knew he -was sweet on her. You could see that when that von Helse -chap was here, and old Ray used to look as if he’d like to -chew him up.”</p> - -<p>“I knew all about it.”</p> - -<p>“Of course. Girls always talk about these things.”</p> - -<p>“She never said a word. But I knew all the same.”</p> - -<p>“Kind of instinct, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>Here the elders came out of the drawing-room, preceded, -as the door opened, by the Colonel’s emphatic pronouncement,</p> - -<p>“—Inevitable, my dear sir. We cannot possibly escape -being drawn in. Their plans are certain to be based on -getting in through Belgium and Luxembourg. We’ve -been prepared for that for many years past. And if they -touch Belgium the fat’s in the fire, for we’re bound to stop -it—if we can. If some of us had had our way we’d be in a -better position to do it than we are. Anyhow we’ll have -to do our best. We’d have done better if you others had -had less faith in German bunkum. Noel, my boy,” as Noel -saluted, “We shall probably want you before we’re through.”</p> - -<p>“You think it’ll be a tough business, sir?”</p> - -<p>“Tough? It’ll be hell, my boy, before the slate’s all -clean again. And that won’t be till the Kaiser and all his -gang are wiped off it for ever.”</p> - -<p>“I thought it would be all over in a month or two.”</p> - -<p>“A year or two may be more like it. Germany is one -big fighting-machine, and till it’s smashed there’ll be no -peace in the world.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">12</span></p> - -<p>“Think they’ll get over here, sir?” chirped Honor -expectantly.</p> - -<p>“They’ll try, if we leave them a chance. Thank God,—and -Winston Churchill—we’re ready for them there. -That man’s looked ahead and he’s probably saved England.”</p> - -<p>“Good old Winston!”</p> - -<p>“If you’re off, Dare, I’ll walk along with you. I must -call at the Bank. It won’t do for Ray to run out of funds -over there. Good-bye, Mrs Dare! Bring you good news -in a day or two. Ta-ta, Honor!”</p> - -<p>“You’ll let me stand my share——” began Mr Dare, as -they walked along together.</p> - -<p>“Tut, man! You’ll need all your spare cash before -we’re through and I’ve plenty lying idle.”</p> - -<p>“You really think it may be a long business?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see how it can be anything else. Have you -had no warnings of its coming from any of your correspondents?”</p> - -<p>“We told you of Lois’s letter. We’ve had nothing more -than that—except delay in goods coming through—and in -remittances.”</p> - -<p>“Exactly! Railways too busy carrying men and horses; -and business men preferring to keep their money in their -own hands. I tell you they’ve been working up to this -for years, only waiting for the psychological moment.”</p> - -<p>“And why is this the psychological moment? The -Servian affair hardly seems worth all the <span class="locked">pother——”</span></p> - -<p>“Do you remember a man named Humbert attacking -the French War Minister in the Senate, about a fortnight -ago, on the subject of their army,—no boots, no ammunition, -no guns worth firing, no forts, and so on?”</p> - -<p>“I remember something about it. I remember it -struck me as a rather foolish display of joints in the -<span class="locked">armour——”</span></p> - -<p>“And Petersburg was all upside down, the other day, -with out-of-work riots. Crowds, one hundred thousand -strong, slaughtering the police, even while Poincaré was -visiting the Tsar. You remember that?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span></p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“And at home here, matters in Ireland looked like -coming to a head. In fact it looked like civil war.”</p> - -<p>“I never believed it would come to anything of the -kind, as you know.”</p> - -<p>“But to that exceedingly clever busy-body, the Kaiser,—at -least, he thinks he’s exceedingly clever. It’s possible -to be too clever.—Well, here were his three principal -enemies all tied up in knots. What better chance would -he ever get?”</p> - -<p>“H’m! All the same he seems doing his best to smooth -things over.”</p> - -<p>“Bunkum, my boy!—all bunkum! He may try to -save his face to the world at large, but I bet you they’re -quietly mobilising over there as fast as they know how to, -and that’s faster than we dream of. And the moment -they’re ready they’ll burst out like a flood and sweep -everything before them—unless we can dam it, damn ’em! -Perhaps you’ll look in this evening and tell me how the -City feels about it,” and at the door of the Bank they -parted, and Mr Dare went on to his train in anything but -a comfortable frame of mind.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">14</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="II">II</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">They</span> had been neighbours now for close on ten -years and close friends for nine and a half of them.</p> - -<p>Noel and Honor were mischievous young things -of eight when the Dares took The Red House, and in their -adventurous prowlings they very soon made the acquaintance -of Miss Victoria Luard, aged nine and also of an -adventurous disposition, who lived at Oakdene, the big -white house next door with black oak beams all over its -forehead,—“like Brahmin marks only the other way,”—as -Honor said, which gave it a surprised, wide-awake, lifted-eyebrows -look.</p> - -<p>From the youngsters the acquaintance spread to the -elder members of the two families, and grew speedily into -very warm friendship, in spite of the fact that the Dares -were all sturdy Liberals, and the Luards, as a family, -staunch Conservatives.</p> - -<p>Colonel Luard, V.C., C.B.—Sir Anthony indeed, but he -always insisted on the Colonel, since, as he said, “That -was my own doing, sir, but the other—da-ash it!—I’d -nothing to do with that. It was in the family and my -turn came.”</p> - -<p>He was small made, and of late inclined to stoutness -which he strove manfully to subdue, and he wore a close -little muzzle of a moustache, gray, almost white now, and -slight side-whiskers in the style of the late highly-esteemed -Prince Consort. But though his moustache and whiskers -and hair and eyebrows all showed unmistakable signs of -his seventy-eight years, his little figure—except in front—was -as straight as ever. He was as full of fire and go as a -shrapnel shell, and his voice, on occasion, was as much out of -proportion to his size as was that of the clock with the deep<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">15</span> -Westminster chimes on the breakfast-room mantelpiece at -The Red House.</p> - -<p>He looked a bare sixty-five, but as a youngster he had -been through the Crimean campaign and the Indian -Mutiny, and in the latter gained the coveted cross “For -Valour” by exploding a charge at a rebel fort-gate which -had already cost a score of lives and still blocked Britain’s -righteous vengeance.</p> - -<p>He had been on the Abyssinian Expedition and in the -Zulu War, and had returned from the latter so punctured -with assegai wounds that he vowed he looked like nothing -but a da-asht pin-cushion. Then he came into the title, -and a very comfortable income, through the death of an -uncle, who had made money in the banking business and -received his baronetcy as reward for party-services; and -after one more campaign—up Nile with Wolseley after -Gordon—the Colonel retired on his honors and left the -field to younger men.</p> - -<p>He found his brother, Geoff, just married and vicar of -Iver Magnus, went to stop with him for a time, and stopped -on—a very acceptable addition to the vicar’s household. -When the children came, who so acceptable, and in every -way so adequate, a godfather as the Colonel? And, with -the very comfortable expectations incorporated in him, -how resist his vehement choice of names,—extraordinary -as they seemed to the hopeful father and mother?</p> - -<p>And so he had the eldest girl christened Alma, after his -first engagement; and the boy who came next he named -Raglan, after his first esteemed commander; and the next -girl he was actually going to call Balaclava; but there Mrs. -Vicar struck, and nearly wept herself into a fever, until -they compounded on Victoria, after Her Majesty.</p> - -<p>When Vic was five, and Ray ten, and Alma twelve, their -father and mother both died in an heroic attempt at combating -an epidemic of typhoid, and Uncle Tony shook off -the dust and smells of Iver Magnus, bought Oakdene at -Willstead, and set up his establishment there, with little -Miss Mitten, the sister of his special chum Major Mitten—who<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">16</span> -had been pin-cushioned by the Zulus at the same time -as himself only more so—as vice-reine.</p> - -<p>Miss Mitten was sixty-seven if she was a day, but never -admitted it even at census-time. She was an eminently -early-Victorian little lady, had taught in a very select -ladies’ school, and had written several perfectly harmless -little books, which at the time had obtained some slight -vogue but had long since been forgotten by every one -except the ‘eminent authoress’ herself, as some small -newspaper had once unforgettably dubbed her.</p> - -<p>She was as small and neat as the Colonel himself, and in -spite of the ample living at Oakdene her slim little figure -never showed any signs of even comfortable rotundity. -She was in fact sparely made, and the later fat years had -never succeeded in making good the deficiencies of the -many preceding lean ones. She wore the neatest of little -gray curls at the side of her head, and, year in year out, -they never varied by so much as one single hair.</p> - -<p>She was very gentle, a much better housekeeper than -might have been expected, and was partial to the black -silk dresses and black silk open-work mittens of the days -of long ago. The youngsters called her Auntie Mitt., -and the Colonel they called Uncle Tony. She alone of -all their world invariably addressed the Colonel as ‘Sir -Anthony,’ and in her case only he raised no objection, since -he saw that she thereby obtained some peculiar little -inward satisfaction.</p> - -<p>Alma, the eldest girl, was, in this year of grace 1914, -twenty-six, though you would never have thought it to -look at her. She was a tall handsome girl, dark, as were -all the Luards, and three years before this, had suddenly -shaken off the frivolities of life and gone in for nursing, -with an ardour and steady persistence which had surprised -her family and greatly pleased the Colonel, whose still-keen, -dark eyes twinkled understandingly and approvingly.</p> - -<p>Raglan—Ray to all his friends—was twenty-four, two -inches taller than Alma, broad of shoulder and deep of -chest,—he had pulled stroke in his College eight, and his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span> -clean-shaven face, with its firm mouth and jaw and level -brows, was good to look upon. He was studying the -honourable profession of the law and intended to reach -the Woolsack or know the reason why. Partly as a sop -to the martial spirit of Uncle Tony, and also because he -had deemed it a duty—though he speedily found it a -pleasure also—he had joined the Territorials and was at -this time a first lieutenant in the London Scottish, and a -very fine figure he made in the kilt and sporran.</p> - -<p>Victoria, who so narrowly escaped being Balaclava, was -nineteen and the political heretic of the family. She was -an ardent Home-Ruler, a Suffragist, a Land-Reformer, -played an almost faultless game at tennis, could give the -Colonel 30 at billiards and beat him 100 up with ten to -spare; and held a ten handicap on the links. She was in -fact very advanced, very full of energy and good spirits, -and frankly set on getting out of life every enjoyable thrill -it could be made to yield.</p> - -<p>Their close intimacy with the Dares had been of no little -benefit to all three of them. Accustomed from their -earliest years to the atmosphere of an ample income, they -had never experienced any necessity for self-denial, self-restraint, -or any of the little dove-coloured virtues which -add at times an unexpected charm to less luxurious lives.</p> - -<p>They found that charm among the Dares and profited -by it. To their surprise, as they grew old enough to -understand it, they found their own easy lives narrower -in many respects than their neighbours’, although obviously -Uncle Tony’s open purse was as much wider and -deeper than Mr Dare’s as Oakdene, with its well-tended -lawns and beds and shrubberies and orchard and kitchen-gardens, -was larger than The Red House and its trifling -acre. And yet, as children, they had always had better -times on the other side of the hedge, when they had made -a hole large enough to crawl through; and Christmas -revels and Halloweens in The Red House were things to -look back upon even yet.</p> - -<p>Perhaps it was Mrs Dare that made all the difference.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">18</span> -Auntie Mitt was a little dear and all that, and Uncle Tony -was an old dear and as good as gold. But there was something -about Mrs Dare which gave a different feeling to The -Red House and everything about it; and Alma very soon -arrived at the meaning of it, and expressed it, succinctly -if exaggeratedly, when she said to Lois one day,</p> - -<p>“Lo, I’d give Auntie Mitt and Uncle Tony ten times -over for half your mother.”</p> - -<p>And Mrs Dare, understanding very clearly, had mothered -them all alike so far as was possible. And her warm heart -was large enough to take in the additional three without -any loss, but rather gain, to her own four, and with benefit -to the three which only the years were to prove.</p> - -<p>The Luard youngsters, in short, had lived in circumstances -so wide and easy that they had become somewhat -self-centred, somewhat aloof from life less well-placed, -somewhat careless of others so long as their own enjoyment -of life was full and to their taste.</p> - -<p>Auntie Mitt was not blind to it. In her precise little -way she took upon herself—with justifiable misgiving -that nothing would come of it—to point out to them that -they were in danger of falling into the sin of selfishness. -And, as she expected, her gentle remonstrances fell from -them like water off lively little ducks’ backs.</p> - -<p>Uncle Tony considered them the finest children in the -world, would not hear a word against them, and spoiled -them to his heart’s content and their distinct detriment.</p> - -<p>Their association with the Dares saved them no doubt -from the worst results of Uncle Tony’s mistaken kindness, -but even Mrs Dare could not make angels of them any -more than she could of her own four. She could only do -her best by them all and leave them to work out their own -salvation in their own various ways.</p> - -<p>Connal Dare, the eldest of her own tribe, had been in the -medical profession since the age of eight, when the game -of his heart had been to make the other three lie down on -the floor, covered up with tidies and shawls, while he -inspected their tongues, and timed their pulses by a toy-watch<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">19</span> -which only went when he wound it, which he could -not do while holding a patient’s pulse. As he invariably -prescribed liquorice-water, carefully compounded in a -bottle with much shaking beforehand, and acid drops, -the others suffered his ministrations with equanimity so -long as his medicaments lasted, but grew convalescent -with revolting alacrity the moment the supply failed.</p> - -<p>Since then, true to his instinct, he had worked hard, and -forced his way up in spite of all that might have hindered.</p> - -<p>His father would have liked him with him in the business -in St Mary Axe, but, perceiving the lad’s bent, raised no -objection, on the understanding that, as far as possible, -he made his own way. And this Connal had succeeded -in doing.</p> - -<p>He was a sturdy, fair-haired, blue-eyed fellow, several -inches shorter than Ray Luard but fully his match both -in boxing and wrestling, as proved in many a bout before -an admiring audience of five—and sometimes six, for the -Colonel liked nothing better than to see them at it and -bombard them both impartially with advice and encouragement.</p> - -<p>Connal had overcome all obstacles to the attainment of -his chosen career in similar fashion; had taken scholarship -after scholarship; and all the degrees his age permitted, -and had even paid some of his examination fees by joining -the Army Medical Corps, which provided him not only with -cash, but also with a most enjoyable yearly holiday in camp -and a certain amount of practice in his profession.</p> - -<p>He had, however, long since decided that general practice -would not satisfy him. He would specialise, and he chose -as his field the still comparatively obscure department of -the brain. There were fewer skilled workers in it than -in most of the others. In fact it was looked somewhat -askance at by the more pushing pioneers in research. It -offered therefore more chances and he was most profoundly -interested in his work in all its mysterious heights and -depths.</p> - -<p>At the moment he was the hard-worked Third Medical at<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">20</span> -Birch Grove Asylum, up on the Surrey Downs, and whenever -he could run over to Willstead for half a day his -mother eyed him anxiously for signs of undue depression or -disturbed mentality, and was always completely reassured -by his clear bright eyes, and his merry laugh, and the gusto -with which he spoke of his work and its future possibilities.</p> - -<p>With the approval and assistance of his good friend Dr -Rhenius, who had attended to all the mortal ills of the -Dares and Luards since they came to live in Willstead, he -was working with all his heart along certain definite and -well-considered lines, which included prospective courses -of study at Munich and Paris. In preparation for these -he was very busy with French and German, and for health’s -sake had become an ardent golfer. His endless quaint -stories of the idiosyncrasies of his patients showed a well-balanced -humorous outlook on the most depressing phase -of human life, and as a rule satisfied even his mother as to -the health and well-being of his own brain.</p> - -<p>It was just about the time that he settled on his own -special course in life, and accepted the junior appointment -at Birch Grove, that Alma Luard surprised her family -by deciding that life ought to mean more than tennis -and picnics and parties, and became a probationer at -St Barnabas’s.</p> - -<p>Lois, who came next, had a very genuine talent for -music, and a voice which was a joy to all who heard it. -For the perfecting of these she had now been two years at -the Conservatorium at Leipsic and had lived, during that -time, with Frau von Helse, widow of Major von Helse, who -died in Togoland in 1890. Frau von Helse had two -children,—Luise, who was also studying music, and Ludwig, -lieutenant in the army. It was Ludwig’s obvious admiration -for Lois, the previous summer,—when he had escorted -her and his sister to Willstead for a fortnight’s visit to -London in return for Frau von Helse’s great kindness to -Lois during her stay in Leipsic—that had fanned into -sudden flame the long-glowing spark of Ray Luard’s love -for her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">21</span></p> - -<p>Honor was Vic’s great chum and admirer. When Honor -began going to St Paul’s School, Vic insisted on going -also, and the experience had done her a world of good. -Even Alma had been known to express regret that she had -not had her chances. An exceedingly high-class and -expensive boarding-school at Eastbourne had been her lot. -An establishment in every respect after Auntie Mitt’s -precise little heart, but comparison of Vic’s wider, if more -democratic, experiences with her own eminently lady-like -ones always roused in Alma feelings of vain and envious -regret.</p> - -<p>Noel had been at St Paul’s also, and on the whole had -managed to have a pretty good time. He was no student, -however. The playing fields and Cadet corps always -appealed to him more strongly than the class-rooms. He -was now having a short holiday before tackling, with such -grace as might be found possible when the time came, -the loathsome mysteries of St Mary Axe.</p> - -<p>There was nothing else for it. He had shown absolutely -no inclination or aptitude for any special walk in life. His -father’s hope was that, under his own eye, he might in time -develop into a business-man and relieve him of some -portion of his at times over-taxing work.</p> - -<p>By dint of strenuous labours Mr Dare had, in the course -of years, worked up a profitable business in foreign imports -and exports, but, like most businesses, it had its ups and -downs, and it would be a great relief to be able to leave -some of the details to one whom he knew he could trust, -as he could Noel. He had had—or at all events had had -the chance of—a good sound education. His father could -only hope that he had taken more advantage of it than he -had ever permitted to show. And experience would come -with time.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">22</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="III">III</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">When</span> the taxi, for which Ray had ’phoned, came -rushing up, they all met again at the front gate -to give him their various God-speeds on his -gallant errand.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare handed him the note she had hastily penned -to Lois, with a warm, “We are very grateful to you, Ray, -for your thought of her. Bring her safe home to us.”</p> - -<p>The Colonel handed him a small buff paper bag which -chinked, saying, “If you haven’t enough there, my boy, -you will let me know. God bless you both!”</p> - -<p>Vic said enviously, “Just wish I was going! Wouldn’t -it be ripping, Nor, to be stranded out there and have -someone come out from England to rescue you?”</p> - -<p>“Ripping! Let’s try it! Where could we get to?”</p> - -<p>“Little girls are better at home,” said Noel, with his -golf-clubs slung over his shoulder so that not a moment of -this last precious holiday should be missed. “Good-luck, -old man! If you get into any boggle wire for me and I’ll -come and get you out of the mud. Jawohl! Hein! Nicht -wahr!”</p> - -<p>“I shall hope to find you all in the best of health about -Tuesday or Wednesday,” said Ray, with a final wave of -the hand, and the taxi whirled away round the corner.</p> - -<p>“See you two later,” cried Noel, as he swung away -towards the links. “I’ll feed up yonder and meet you at -the courts at three.”</p> - -<p>The girls sauntered away, arm in arm, up the Oakdene -path, to talk it all over. The Colonel wrung Mrs Dare’s -hand again, and said, with warm feeling that subdued -his voice to some extent, “We will congratulate one -another again, ma’am. Nothing could have pleased me<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span> -better. Lois is one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met, -and Ray will do us all credit.”</p> - -<p>“He’s a fine boy. I’m sure they will be very happy. I -am thankful it has fallen out so. I was a little afraid, at -times, last <span class="locked">summer——”</span></p> - -<p>“You mean that spick-and-span, cut-and-dried, starched -and stuck-up German dandy? Pooh, ma’am! I knew -better than that myself.”</p> - -<p>“He was a good-looking lad, you know, and his music -was quite exceptional.”</p> - -<p>“Always strikes me as rather namby-pamby in a man. -But—a word in your ear, ma’am!”—in a portentous -whisper induced by the discharge of his feelings,—“D’you -know, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if we came on another -link in the chain before long.”</p> - -<p>“Another link?” echoed Mrs Dare, and stared at him -in great surprise.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” with a twinkle of beaming eyes. “What do <em>you</em> -suppose made my eldest girl take to that nursing business? -You know she’d no need <span class="locked">to——”</span></p> - -<p>“You mean Con?”</p> - -<p>“Why, of course! Who else? I’ve a great belief in -Con. He’ll go far before he’s through. And I know Alma. -And it’s only in the light of Con that I can explain her.”</p> - -<p>“You’re just an incorrigible old match-maker,” laughed -Mrs Dare, more amused than convinced.</p> - -<p>“When you’re out of the game yourself there’s nothing -like watching the young ones at it. If it had been my luck -now to meet yourself before Dare came <span class="locked">along——”</span></p> - -<p>“You’d have found me in my cradle,” she laughed again, -as she went up the path towards the front door.</p> - -<p>“No,—in short frocks,” said the Colonel emphatically. -“But I’d have waited all right.”</p> - -<p>It was a standing joke among them that the Colonel had -fallen in love with his neighbour’s wife, and he confessed -to it like a man, to John Dare’s very face.</p> - -<p>“Duty calls,” said Mrs Dare. “I’ve got two rooms -to turn out this morning, because my charlady couldn’t<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">24</span> -come yesterday. And there she is going in at the back -gate. Good-bye, Colonel! I’m half hoping Con may -come over to-day. It’s three weeks since he was here -and he sometimes manages it on a Saturday. I’ll send -you word if he comes and perhaps you’ll come round for a -cup of tea.”</p> - -<p>“I will. And bring Alma with me,” he twinkled.</p> - -<p>“Is she to be here? I didn’t know.”</p> - -<p>“Neither do I, but they generally manage to hit on the -same day somehow. Curious, isn’t it?” and he lifted -his hat and marched away, chuckling to himself like a -plump little turkey-cock.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">25</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IV">IV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Con’s</span> visits were like those of the angels, unexpected, -generally unannounced, and always very -welcome. The one curious thing about them was, -as the Colonel had said, that, as often as not, they coincided -in most extraordinary fashion with the whirling -home-calls of Alma Luard. And whenever it happened so, -the Colonel chuckled himself nearly into a fit in private, -and in public preserved his innocent unconsciousness with -difficulty.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare went off to superintend the operations of her -charlady, whose attention to corners and little details in -general was subject to lapses unless the eye of the mistress -was within easy range. And as Mrs Skirrow worked best -under a sense of personal injury Mrs Dare became of -necessity the recipient of all her conjugal woes and endless -stories of filial ingratitude.</p> - -<p>She had a husband,—an old soldier in every sense of the -word,—who was cursed with a constitutional objection to -authority and work of any kind, and two sons who took -after their father. One or the other stumbled into a place -now and again and lost it immediately, and Mrs Skirrow -slaved night and day to keep them from any deeper depths -than half-a-crown a day and her food was able to save -them from.</p> - -<p>“Is ut true, mum, that we’ll mebbe be having another -war?” asked Mrs Skirrow as she flopped and scrubbed.</p> - -<p>“I hope not, Mrs Skirrow, but there’s said to be the -possibility of it. We must hope we’ll be able to keep out -of it. War is very terrible.”</p> - -<p>“’Tes that, mum, but there’s a good side to ut too. -Mebbe ut’d give chance o’ someth’n to do to some as don’t<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">26</span> -do much otherwise. If ut took my three off and made -men of ’em or dead uns ut’d be a change anyway.”</p> - -<p>“You’d find you’d miss them.”</p> - -<p>“I would that,” said Mrs Skirrow emphatically, and -added presently, “And be glad to.... I done my best to -stir ’em up, but ut’s in their bones. Mebbe if they was in -th’ army they’d manage to put some ginger into ’em.”</p> - -<p>“It might do them good, as you say. But you might -never see them again, you know.”</p> - -<p>“I seen enough of ’em this last two years to last me. -’Taint reasonable for one woman to have to work herself to -the bone for three grown men that can’t get work ’cause -they don’t want to.”</p> - -<p>“It is not. I think it absolutely shameful of them.”</p> - -<p>“Not that they quarrel at all,” said Mrs Skirrow, -instantly resentful of anyone blaming her inepts but -herself. “I’m bound to say that for ’em. They’re good-tempered -about it, but that don’t keep ’em in clo’es, to say -noth’n of boots. I suppose, mum, you ain’t got an old -pair of ...” and Mrs Skirrow’s lamentations resolved -themselves into the usual formula.</p> - -<p>It was close upon tea-time when Con came striding up -the path, with a searching eye on the next-door grounds.</p> - -<p>“And what do you think of the war, mother?” he -asked briskly, with his face all alight, as soon as their -greetings were over, and he had satisfied himself as to the -welfare of the rest of the family, and expressed his entire -satisfaction with the news about Lois and Ray.</p> - -<p>“You mean this Austrian business? It’s very disturbing -but I hope we won’t be drawn into it, my boy.”</p> - -<p>“I expect we shall, you know. Pretty certain, it seems -to me. And if we are I’m pretty sure to get the call....”</p> - -<p>“I had not thought of that, Con,” and her hands dropped -into her lap for a moment and she sat gazing at him. “That -brings it close home. I pray it may not come to that.”</p> - -<p>“Well, you see, I’ve had the cash, and the goods have -got to be <span class="locked">delivered——”</span></p> - -<p>“Of course. <span class="locked">But——”</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">27</span></p> - -<p>“And if it comes to a scrap they’ll need every medical -they can get. What does Rhenius say about it all?”</p> - -<p>“He’s away,—in Italy, I think.”</p> - -<p>“I remember. He wrote me he was hoping to get off, if -he could find a locum who wouldn’t poison you all in his -absence. Well, anyway, I’m getting my kit <span class="locked">packed——”</span></p> - -<p>“That’s business, my boy,” pealed the Colonel’s hearty -voice, as he came in with a telegram in his hand. “I saw -you turn in and I’d already been invited to drink a cup of -tea with you. Alma can’t get off,”—he said, in a matter-of-fact -way, showing the telegram.</p> - -<p>“Oh?—did you expect her, sir?” with an assumption -of surprise to cover his disappointment.</p> - -<p>“I did, my boy, when I heard from your mother that she -thought you might come to-day. Did you?”</p> - -<p>“Medicals and nurses are not their own masters,” said -Con non-committally. “Do you really think we’ll be into -it, sir?”</p> - -<p>“I do, Con. I don’t see how we can possibly keep -out. It’s a most da—yes, damnably inevitable sequence, it -seems to me. Austria goes for Servia. Russia won’t -stand it. In that case Germany is bound to help Austria. -France will help Russia. Exactly how we stand pledged -to help France and Russia no one knows, I imagine, except -the Foreign Secretary. But everyone knows that the -German war-plan contemplates getting at France through -Belgium. And if they try that, the fat’s in the fire and -we’ve got to stop them or go under.”</p> - -<p>“That’s exactly how they’re looking at it at our place, -and all the R.A.M.C. men are getting their things together -in readiness for the call.”</p> - -<p>“It’ll be a tough business,” said the Colonel weightily, -but with the light of battle in his eye. “But we’ve got to -go through with it ... right to the bitter end.”</p> - -<p>“Have you any doubts about the end, sir?”</p> - -<p>“None, my lad. But the end is a mighty long way off -and it’ll be a hot red road that leads to it, unless I’m very -much mistaken. They’ve been preparing for this for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">28</span> -years, you see. It had to come, and some of us saw it. -Da-asht pity we didn’t all see it! We’d have been readier -for it than we are. Lord Roberts was right. Every man -in Great Britain and Ireland ought to have been in training -for it.”</p> - -<p>“Conscription again, Colonel!” said Mrs Dare. “And -you still think England would stand it?”</p> - -<p>“Not conscription, my dear madam,—Universal Service,—a -very different thing and not liable to the defects of -conscription. France broke down through her faulty -conscription in 1870. Germany won on her universal -service. And, da-ash it! we ought to have had it here -ever since. But you others thought we were all screaming -Jingoes and mad on military matters because that was our -profession. Now, maybe, it’s too late.”</p> - -<p>“Still, you say you don’t believe they can beat us, sir?” -said Con earnestly.</p> - -<p>“Not in the long run. No, I don’t, my boy. But can -you begin to imagine what a long run will mean in these -times? I’ve seen war and I know what it meant up to -twenty years ago. But—if I know anything about it—that -was child’s-play to what this will be. Those—da-asht -Germans are so infernally clever—and you must remember -they’ve been working for this and nothing but this for the -last twenty years, while we’ve been playing football and -cricket, and squabbling over the House of Lords and Home -Rule. Da-ash it! If our side had kept in I believe we’d -have been readier.”</p> - -<p>“I doubt it, sir,” said Con, with the laugh in the corners -of his eyes. “You’d have been fighting for your lives all -the time, whereas we at all events have done something—Old -Age Pensions, and National Insurance, and so on,” at -which the Colonel snorted like a war-horse scenting battle.</p> - -<p>“And how is the work going, Con?” asked Mrs Dare, -as a lead to less bellicose subjects.</p> - -<p>“Oh, all right. About same as usual. We got a new old -chap in the other day and he’s taken a curious fancy to -my grin. He stops me every time we meet, and says,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">29</span> -‘Doctor, do smile for me!’ and he’s such an old comic -that I just roar, and then he roars too, and we’re as happy -as can be.”</p> - -<p>“He’s no fool,” said the Colonel. For Con’s grin was -very contagious. The corners of his eyes had a way of -wrinkling up when the humorous aspect of things appealed -to him, his eyes almost disappeared, and then his face -creased up all over and the laugh broke out. And as a rule -it made one laugh just to watch him.</p> - -<p>“But we had two rather nasty things, last week,” he -said, sobering up. “Two of the old chaps were set to -clean up an out-house, and one of them came out after a -bit and sat down in the sun with his back against the wall, -humming the ‘Old Hundredth,’ they say. One of the -attendants asked him what he was doing there, and he -said old Jim was tired and was lying down inside. And -when they went in they found old Jim lying down with his -head beaten in and as dead as a door-nail.”</p> - -<p>“Good Lord!” said the Colonel. “And what did you -do to the other?”</p> - -<p>“What could we do? He was quite unconscious of -having done anything wrong. He’ll be kept under observation -of course. But the other matter was worse still, -in one way. A table-knife disappeared one day from the -scullery and couldn’t be found anywhere. And for a -week we all went with our heads over both shoulders at -once, and the feel of that knife slicing in between our -shoulder-blades at any moment. I tell you, that was jolly -uncomfortable.”</p> - -<p>“And did you find it?” asked Mrs Dare anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Yes, we hunted and hunted till we discovered it inside -the back of a picture frame, and we were mighty glad to -get it, I can tell you.”</p> - -<p>“Gad!” said the Colonel, with extreme energy. “I’d -sooner be at the front any day. It’s a safer job than -yours, my boy.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose there are possibilities of getting hurt even -there, sir,” and Con’s creases wrinkled up.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">30</span></p> - -<p>“Oh, you can get hurt all right enough, but it’s not -knives between your shoulder-blades.”</p> - -<p>“Assegais,” suggested Mrs Dare, who knew his record.</p> - -<p>“Assegais are deucedly uncomfortable, but that was fair -<span class="locked">fighting——”</span></p> - -<p>Then Mr Dare walked in, very much later than usual -for a Saturday. And, though he greeted them cheerfully, -his face was very grave, to his wife’s anxious eyes.</p> - -<p>“I waited a bit to see if any further news came along,” -he said quietly.</p> - -<p>“And how are they feeling about things?” asked the -Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Nervous. In fact, gloomy. Everybody admits that -it seems incredible, but there’s a general fear that we may -be drawn in, in spite of all Sir Edward Grey’s efforts.”</p> - -<p>“We shall,” said the Colonel emphatically. “I feel it -in my bones. Germany is very wide awake. She’s been -crouching for a spring any time this several years, and here -are England, France, and Russia tied up with internal -troubles. It’s her day without a doubt. Take my advice -and make your preparations, my friend. When it comes -it’ll come all in a heap. I only wish we were readier for it, -and I wish to God they’d have the common-sense to put -Kitchener in charge of the Army. He’s the man for the -job, and what earthly use is he in Egypt when Germany -may be at our throats any day? Asquith can’t be expected -to understand all the ins and outs of the machine.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, it’s too much to expect of him. And as to -Kitchener, I quite agree. He’s the right man for the -job.”</p> - -<p>“Exchange upset? Money tight?”</p> - -<p>“Slump all round. Consols down one and a half. Bank -rate three still, but expected to jump any day. In fact -things are about as sick as they can be.”</p> - -<p>“We’re in for a very bad time, I’m afraid,” said the -Colonel gravely. And the shadow of the future lay upon -them all.</p> - -<p>When, presently, the Colonel got up to go, Mrs Dare<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span> -and Con went with him to the front door, and Con went on -down the path with him.</p> - -<p>“May I speak to you about Alma, Colonel?” Con -began, before they reached the gate.</p> - -<p>“Yes, my boy, you may. But I know what you want -to say.”</p> - -<p>“You’ve seen it, sir? You know how we feel then. -And you don’t object?”</p> - -<p>“On the contrary, my boy. I’m very glad you have -both chosen so wisely.”</p> - -<p>“That’s mighty good of you, sir. I would have spoken -to you before but I wanted to see my way a little more -clearly. And now I can. Sir James Jamieson of Harley -Street,—he’s the biggest man we have in mental diseases, you -know,—well, he saw some scraps of mine in the ‘Lancet’ -and asked me to call on him. He’s a fine man, and he wants -me to go to him as soon as my courses are finished,—Munich -and Paris and the rest. He’s getting on in years, you see, -and he was good enough to say that, from what he had -heard of me, he believed I was the man to carry on his -work when his time came to go. It’s immense, you -know.”</p> - -<p>“Capital! I always knew you’d go far, Con. My only -fear was lest the—er—atmosphere of your special line should -in time affect your own mind and spirits. But so far it -seems to have had no ill effect. Your spirits are above -par, and I’ve just had an excellent proof of your judgment,”—at -which Con laughed joyously.</p> - -<p>“When you’re really keen on a thing it doesn’t upset -you, no matter how unpleasant it may be. And this work -is anything but unpleasant to me. It’s packed with -interest. There’s so much we don’t know yet. And there’s -heaps of quaint humour in it, if you look out for it.”</p> - -<p>“Well, keep yourself fit, my boy, and I don’t think your -brain will suffer. <i xml:lang="la" lang="la">Mens sana</i>, you know.”</p> - -<p>“I see to that. I get a couple of hours on the links -every day and I never play with a medical,—get quite -outside it all, you know. Then I may speak to Alma,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">32</span> -Colonel? She knows, of course, but we’ve never said very -much.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, my lad,—whenever you can catch her. She’s an -elusive creature these days.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll catch her all right,” said Con, all abeam.</p> - -<p>The other young people had just returned from their -tournament and were discussing points over the tea-cups.</p> - -<p>“Hello! Here’s old Con,” shouted Noel, and they all -jumped up and gave him merry welcome. Vic inquired -earnestly after the state of his brain; and satisfied on -that head, they poured out their own latest news.</p> - -<p>“Vic and I won,” chortled Honor. “6-5, 6-4, against -No and Gregor McLean.”</p> - -<p>“Oh well,” explained Noel. “If you’d been round the -links in the morning you wouldn’t have been half so -nimble on your pins.”</p> - -<p>“Bit heavy, I suppose?” said the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Heavy wasn’t the word for it, sir, and a beastly gusty -wind that upset all one’s calculations. However, I licked -old Greg into a cocked hat and he’s no end of a nib with -the sticks; so that’s one to me. Pick up any lunch scores -as you came along, Con?”</p> - -<p>“Sorry, old man! I didn’t. I was thinking of other -things,” and the Colonel nodded weightily, and said,</p> - -<p>“In a week from now we’ll all have other things to think -about, I’m afraid.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">33</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="V">V</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap r"><span class="smcap1">Ray Luard’s</span> quest was one in which the soul of -any man might well rejoice. He was flying, like a -knight of old,—though as to ways and means in -very much better case,—to the rescue of his lady-love -from possibilities of trouble. More than that he did not -look for, and possible difficulties and delays weighed little -with him.</p> - -<p>He reached Flushing about seven in the evening after a -gusty passage which did not trouble him, and was at -Cologne in the early hours of the morning. But after -that his progress was slow and subject to constant, exasperating, -and inexplicable delays.</p> - -<p>He had secured a berth in the sleeper and took fullest -advantage of it. But all night long, as he slept the -troubled sleep of the sleeping-car, he was dully conscious -of long intervals when the metronomic nimble of the -wheels died away, and the unusual silence was broken -only by the creaking complaints of the carriage-fittings -and the long-drawn snores and sharper snorts and grunts -of his companions in travel.</p> - -<p>The train was crowded and every bunk was occupied. -The occupant of the one above him was so violently -stertorous that Ray feared he was in for a fit, and did -his best to save him from it by energetic thumps from -below. But the only result was a momentary pause -of surprise in the strangling solo up above and the immediate -resumption of it with renewed vigour, and Ray gave -it up, and drew the bed clothes over his ears, and left him -to his fate.</p> - -<p>In the morning the noisy one turned out to be an -immensely fat German who rolled about the car as if it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">34</span> -and the world outside belonged to him,—the repulsively -over-bearing kind of person whose very look seemed to -intimate that no one but himself and his like had any -right to cumber the earth. And just the kind of person -that Ray Luard loathed and abominated beyond words.</p> - -<p>Ray’s disgust of him, and all his kind and all their -doings, showed unmistakably in his face, and the fat one -became aware of it and took offence. He dropped ponderously -into the seat alongside Ray so that he filled -three-quarters of it, and proceeded to stare at him in -most offensive fashion. His little yellow pig-like eyes, -almost lost in the greasy fat rolls of his face, travelled -suspiciously over his neighbour from head to foot as though -searching for something to settle on.</p> - -<p>Ray knew the look and its meaning. Had he been -back at Heidelberg he would forthwith have demanded -of the starer when and where it was his pleasure they -should meet to fight it out. But this mountain of fat -was long past his Mensur days, and Ray was doubtful -how to tackle him.</p> - -<p>He did perhaps the best thing under the circumstances,—turned -his back on him and looked out of the window.</p> - -<p>But the fat one was not satisfied to let matters rest so. -He loosed a wheezy laugh and said, “Ach, zo! Ein -Engländer!” with another wheezy little laugh of extremest -scorn.</p> - -<p>“And what of that, Fat-Pig?” rapped out Ray, in -German equal to his own, and the shot took the fat one -in the wind.</p> - -<p>“Fat-Pig! Fat-Pig! Gott im Himmel, you call me -Fat-Pig?”</p> - -<p>He rose, bellowing with fury, and was about to drop -himself bodily on Ray, when others who had watched -the proceedings—a Bavarian whose foot he had trampled -on without apology ten minutes before, and a Saxon -upon whose newspapers he had also plumped down and -pulped into illegibility—jumped up and laid hands on -him and dragged him back.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">35</span></p> - -<p>“So you are! So you are!” they shouted. “The -Englishman has doubtless paid his fare and is entitled -to the whole of a seat without insult or annoyance.”</p> - -<p>“They ought to charge you double and then carry you -in the baggage-van,” said the Saxon.</p> - -<p>“You should try to remember you’re not yet in Prussia—you!” -growled the Bavarian, jerking the mountainous -one down into an empty seat.</p> - -<p>“Ja!—Mein Gott, if I had you all in Prussia I’d show -you who’s who,” and he wagged his dewlaps at them -with menacing malevolence.</p> - -<p>“A damned English spy, if I have any eyes,” he wheezed.</p> - -<p>“No more a spy than you’re a gentleman,” retorted Ray.</p> - -<p>“Enough! Enough, mein Herr! Let him be! He’s -just a Prussian and they’re all like that,—blown out -with their own conceit till they’ve no decent manners -left,” said the Bavarian.</p> - -<p>“That is so,” said the Saxon, and they removed themselves -with Ray out of sight and sound of the swollen one.</p> - -<p>The other two were quite friendly, and through their -smoke endeavoured to arrive at an understanding of -Ray,—how he came to speak German so well,—what his -business in life was,—where he was going, and why? -And, as he had nothing to conceal and felt resentful still -of the fat man’s insinuations, he told them frankly what -he was there for.</p> - -<p>Their reserve and soberness over the political outlook -impressed him greatly. He felt more than justified in -the decision he had taken as to Lois.</p> - -<p>He did his best, without being too intrusive, to get at -their view of the future, and they at his. But it was all -too pregnant with awful possibilities, and too obscure -and critically in the balance, for very free speech. From -their manner, however, he gathered that, while they -personally desired no interruption of the present prosperous -state of affairs, they doubted if the dispute between Austria -and Servia could be localised, and feared that if Russia -supported Servia the fat would be in the fire.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">36</span></p> - -<p>“For me, I do not like Prussia and her insolent ways,” -said the Bavarian. “Yon stout one is typical of her. -But if she goes, we have to follow—unfortunately, whether -we approve or not. We are all bound up together, you -see, and there you are.”</p> - -<p>And all their discursive chats throughout the day went -very little deeper than that.</p> - -<p>It was a very wearisome journey. Time after time -they were shunted into sidings while long and heavy -trains rolled past. And when Ray commented on it with -a surprised,</p> - -<p>“Well!—for a quick through train this is about as -poor a specimen as I’ve ever tumbled on,”—their only -comment, as they gazed gloomily out of the window, -was, “The traffic is disorganised for the moment.”</p> - -<p>The stations they passed through were packed with -people, and the military element seemed more in evidence -even than usual.</p> - -<p>It was close on five o’clock in the afternoon before they -arrived in Leipsic. The Bavarian had left them at Cassel. -The Saxon, as he bade Ray adieu, said quietly,</p> - -<p>“You may find things more difficult still if you try to -return this way, Herr. If you take my advice you will -strike down South into Tirol and Switzerland, and meanwhile -say as little as possible to anyone,” and with a -meaning nod he was gone.</p> - -<p>Ray went along to the Hauffe, secured a room, had a -much-needed bath and dinner, and then set off at once -for Frau Helse’s house in Sebastian Bach Strasse.</p> - -<p>The plump Saxon maid informed him that Fräulein -Dare was out, that Frau Helse was out, that Fräulein -Luise was out;—they were in fact all at a concert at the -Conservatorium; and the Herr Lieutenant, he was with -his regiment. So Ray left his card with the name of his -hotel scribbled on it, and Mrs Dare’s letter, and promised -to return in the morning.</p> - -<p>Then, after a stroll about the unusually thronged streets, -he returned to his hotel and looked up trains for Switzerland.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">37</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="VI">VI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap b"><span class="smcap1">Knowing</span> how anxious Lois would be for a fuller -understanding of his coming, Ray set off for Frau -Helse’s house the moment he had finished breakfast -next morning.</p> - -<p>Lois had obviously been on tenterhooks till he came. -He was hardly ushered into the stiff, sombre drawing-room, -when the door flew open and she came hastily in.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Ray!”—and he caught her in his arms and kissed -her.</p> - -<p>“There is nothing wrong at home?—Mother?—Father?—” -she asked quickly, her anxiety accepting the -unusual warmth of his greeting as somehow appropriate to -the circumstances. “Is it only what Mother says, <span class="locked">or——”</span></p> - -<p>“Just exactly what Mother says, my child, and quite -enough too. Everybody is perfectly well. Our only -anxiety is on your account.”</p> - -<p>“And you really think there is going to be trouble?”</p> - -<p>“Uncle Tony is certain we’re in for a general European -war,—in fact for Armageddon foretold of the prophets. -And the mere chance of it is more than enough to make -us want you home.”</p> - -<p>She could still hardly quite take it all in. She stood -gazing at him in amazement.</p> - -<p>“And you?—you really think it, Ray?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing’s impossible in these times, and I’m not going -to run any risks where you’re concerned. How soon can -you be ready?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll finish my packing at once. I started early this -morning, though I was not at all sure what it all meant.”</p> - -<p>“One moment, Lois,” he said meaningly. “You can -trust these people, I suppose?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">38</span></p> - -<p>“Frau Helse? Oh yes. They’re as nice as can be.”</p> - -<p>“Very well then. Pack just your choicest possessions -into a small bag that I can carry, and everything else into -your trunk. We’ll leave the trunk in Frau Helse’s care -and take the other with us.”</p> - -<p>“But why not take the trunk also?” she asked in -surprise.</p> - -<p>“If matters are as I think, from what I’ve seen, they’re -mobilising here for all they are worth, and the lighter we -travel the better. Our train could hardly get through -coming. Going back will be worse. Indeed I’ve already -had it hinted to me that our safest way will be to strike -right down south into Switzerland.”</p> - -<p>“Into Switzerland?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, if things develop rapidly, as they probably will, -all the traffic here will go to pieces—all in the hands of -the military, you know. And you know enough of Germany -to know what that means.”</p> - -<p>She nodded thoughtfully, and said, “There’s been -something going on below-ground for some time past. I -was sure of it. They said it was manœuvres, but it looks -as if it was a good deal more. I can be all ready in an -hour. Will you see Frau Helse?”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps I’d better, so that she may see I’m at all -events respectable to look at. Then I’ll go to the station -and see if the trains are running all right. You’ve told -her, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I showed her Mother’s letter. But she was -decidedly shocked at the idea of my going off alone with -any man who wasn’t at least a cousin.”</p> - -<p>“Oh—cousin! She’ll be more shocked before she sees -the end of it all, maybe.”</p> - -<p>So Lois went away and brought in Frau Helse and -Luise, and introduced Ray to them. They had been -mightily surprised at Fräulein Lois’s news, and Frau -Helse—when the two girls had gone off to finish the packing—let -it be seen that she was distinctly doubtful as to the -perfect propriety of allowing her to go off with this good-looking<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">39</span> -young Engländer, who was not in any way related -to her. However, in the face of Mrs Dare’s letter she -could scarcely raise any objection, and Ray got away as -soon as he could, promising to be back in an hour.</p> - -<p>He had decided to take the friendly Saxon’s advice and -make for Switzerland. He reasoned the matter out thus,—Austria -and Servia were practically at war. Though no -formal declaration had yet been made, the Austrian -Legation had left Belgrade. Russia would almost certainly -help Servia. Germany would help Austria. France -would help Russia. Without doubt Germany would -endeavour to strike at France quickly and heavily. She -could only do that down south. So all the railway lines -leading thither would be taken over by the military, and -ordinary travellers—and still more especially foreigners—would -meet with less consideration even than usual.</p> - -<p>So he enquired for trains for Munich, intending to get -from there into Tirol, and so into neutral Switzerland. -Since the first clash of arms would undoubtedly come far -away to the south on the Servian frontier, it was reasonable -to expect that this remote corner of Austria would still -be comparatively free and open to traffic.</p> - -<p>There was a train at ten o’clock and another at half-past -twelve. He decided on the earlier one, paid his bill -at the hotel, and drove off to Frau Helse’s to secure his -prize.</p> - -<p>Lois was waiting for him, all dressed for the journey, -and the slightness of her travelling equipment evoked his -surprised eulogiums.</p> - -<p>As they were making for the station, with just comfortable -time to get their tickets, they passed on the -sidewalk a man of unforgettable proportions.</p> - -<p>There was no possibility of mistaking him, but Ray -had no desire for his further acquaintance and permitted -no sign of recognition to escape him. The stout one, -however, turned ponderously and looked after them, and -then said a word or two to a policeman.</p> - -<p>Ray had got their tickets, and had despatched a telegram—which<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">40</span> -never reached him—to Uncle Tony, saying -they were just starting for home via Munich and Switzerland; -and they were waiting impatiently for the doors -of the Wartesaal to be opened to let them through to their -train, when a couple of police-officers came pushing through -the throng to Ray and abruptly requested him to follow -them.</p> - -<p>He was taken aback, but knew his Germany and its -unpleasant little ways too well to make trouble.</p> - -<p>“Follow you? Certainly! But why?”</p> - -<p>But they were not there to answer questions, only to -carry out orders.</p> - -<p>“Come!” they gruffly insisted, and Ray gave his arm -to Lois and went.</p> - -<p>They were put into a carriage and driven away to Police -Head-Quarters, and after a long wait were ushered into the -presence of a high official, who looked worried and overworked.</p> - -<p>“Who and what are you? And what are you doing -here?” he asked brusquely.</p> - -<p>Ray supplied him with the desired information.</p> - -<p>“Your passport?”</p> - -<p>“I have none, Herr Head-of-Police,”—he had no idea -what his questioner’s standing might be, but knew that -in addressing officials in Germany you can hardly aim too -high. “I left London at almost a moment’s notice on -Saturday morning, to bring this lady home to her mother. -I did not know a passport was necessary.”</p> - -<p>“We have definite information that you are a spy.”</p> - -<p>“From the fat gentleman who insulted me in the train -yesterday, I presume,” said Ray, with a smile. “He tried -to sit on me and then called me names, and I called him -Fat-Pig. He had already annoyed everyone in the carriage, -and they all sided against him and told him what they -thought of him. I am no more a spy than he is, mein -Herr.... Stay—here is my return ticket to London -dated, as you see, Saturday. My fiancée has been studying -in Leipsic here for the last two years. She lived with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">41</span> -Frau Helse, 119 Sebastian Bach Strasse. Have you your -mother’s letter with you, Lois?”—and she got it out and -handed it to the official.</p> - -<p>He read it carefully and seemed to weigh each word -and seek between the lines for hidden treason.</p> - -<p>“And why is Fräulein Dare leaving so hurriedly?”</p> - -<p>“Her mother wished her at home and we judged there -might possibly be difficulties for a girl travelling alone.”</p> - -<p>“Why?”</p> - -<p>“When there are rumours of war in the air, mein Herr, -one’s best place is in one’s own country. That was how -we looked at it.”</p> - -<p>“But the war—if it comes to anything—is far enough -from here,” and he eyed Ray keenly, as though to penetrate -his whole mind on the matter.</p> - -<p>“May it remain so!” said Ray earnestly. “But -when a fire starts one never knows for certain how far -it will spread.”</p> - -<p>“And you were going to Munich,—towards the danger -in fact.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, we were going by Innsbruck and Tirol into -Switzerland and so home. The traffic on the direct lines -seems disorganised. The booking-clerk refused me a -ticket via Cologne.”</p> - -<p>“I shall have to keep you awhile till I have made some -further enquiries. If they are satisfactory you will be -allowed to proceed. If <span class="locked">not——”</span></p> - -<p>“Herr Head-of-Police,” pleaded Lois, in her best German, -which was very good indeed, and in her prettiest manner, -which was irresistible, “It is too ridiculous. Herr Luard -is a student of law in London. He is the nephew of Sir -Anthony Luard, who lives next door to us at home, and -we are fiancés. That is why he came for me. He is no -more a spy than I am. And Frau Helse will tell you all -about me. Fräulein Luise and Ludwig were across at our -home in London last year.”</p> - -<p>He nodded somewhat less officially. “I know Frau -Helse, and doubtless it is all as you say, Fräulein. But<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">42</span> -we have to be careful in these days. I trust your detention -will not be prolonged.”</p> - -<p>He touched a bell and they were ushered into an adjoining -room and left alone.</p> - -<p>“Looks as if my assistance was not of much use to you, -my dear,” laughed Ray. “I wish I’d smashed Fat-Pig’s -ugly old head in. It would at all events have put him -hors-de-combat for a day or two and would have been a -great satisfaction to my feelings as well.”</p> - -<p>“Then I should never have seen you at all,” said Lois. -“It will be all right, I’m sure. Frau Helse will satisfy -him. I’m glad he knows her.”</p> - -<p>And an hour later they were released without a word of -apology. But it was enough for them to be free, and they -made their way back to the station in good enough spirits.</p> - -<p>The delay, however, had lost them both the earlier and -the later trains, and the time-tables showed that the next -one for the south would land them at a place called -Schwandorf at four o’clock in the morning, with the remote -possibility of reaching Munich six hours later. There -was a fast through train a little after midnight, which, -barring accidents or delays, would get them there a couple -of hours earlier, but after their late experience, and with -the chance of running across their fat friend again, and -perhaps becoming further victims to his pig-headed venom, -Ray thought it best to get out of Leipsic as early as -possible, even at cost of a weary night journey in a train -that stopped at every station. Every station would at -all events be that much between them and Pig-Head.</p> - -<p>So they had their mid-day meal in the Station restaurant, -and dallied over it as long as possible, and spent the rest -of their time in the waiting-room, so that the authorities -should have no possible pretext for suspicion.</p> - -<p>They were perfectly happy, however, in one another’s -company and the new relationship which Ray’s coming -had jewelled into accepted family fact. Ray told her all -he could think of about home-doings, and was keen to -learn the smallest details of her life in Leipsic, and so there<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span> -was no lack of talk between them and the time did not seem -long.</p> - -<p>Streams of people passed through the station, mostly -men, and mostly in uniform. Ray saw without seeming -to notice, and was confirmed in the view that great and -grave events were brewing.</p> - -<p>Their train was an hour late in starting, and, by reason -of many stoppages and much side-tracking to allow other -heavily-laden trains to pass, was more than two hours late -in reaching Schwandorf.</p> - -<p>It was a deadly wearisome journey,—the carriages -packed beyond reason, everyone somewhat on edge with -anxiety and excitement, senseless disputations and bickerings, -jokes that lacked humour but led to noisy quarrelling, -no rest for mind or body. They were glad to turn out -into the chill morning air at Schwandorf, only to find the -express already gone and none but slow trains till the -1 p.m. express which would, if it kept faith, land them -in Munich about four in the afternoon.</p> - -<p>They had breakfast and then propped themselves into -corners in the waiting-room and endeavoured to make up -for the loss of their night’s rest.</p> - -<p>The express was not quite so crowded, but even it was -frequent captive to the sidings, and as their fellow-travellers -regarded them with polite but unmistakable suspicion -they deemed it wise to keep silence, and so found the -journey very monotonous. And everywhere, from such -glimpses of the country and stations as their middle seats -afforded them, they got the impression of unusual activities -and endless uniforms.</p> - -<p>“Is it always like this?” whispered Ray into Lois’s -ear one time, and she shook her head.</p> - -<p>It was after five o’clock when they at last drew into -Munich, and as they stood in the carriage to let other eager -travellers descend, Lois plucked Ray warningly by the -arm, and he saw, rolling along the platform, the Ponderous -One who had already got them into trouble in Leipsic.</p> - -<p>“Hang the Fat-Pig!” he murmured. “Is there no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">44</span> -getting away from him? What a Thing to be haunted -by!”</p> - -<p>They peered out of the window till they saw him roll -through the barrier, and only then ventured to descend -and make for the restaurant. For to be delivered over -to the police as suspects here, where they knew no one, -might involve them in endless trouble and delay. The one -thing they desired now, above food or even sleep, was to -set foot in a country where English folk were not looked -upon as suspicious outcasts.</p> - -<p>“Can you go on?” asked Ray. “I’m sure you’re dead -tired, <span class="locked">but——”</span></p> - -<p>“Oh, let us get on,” she replied, with a touch of the all-prevailing -anxious strain in her voice. “Anything to -get out of this horrid country. They make me feel like a -leper.”</p> - -<p>There was a train marked to leave at 5.30 which had not -yet started, and without waiting to get anything to eat, -though their last meal had been early breakfast at Schwandorf, -they climbed into a carriage, thankful at all events -at thought of leaving their gross bête-noir behind in Munich.</p> - -<p>It was close on 11 p.m. when they reached Innsbruck, -and Ray led her straight across to the Tirolerhof, engaged -two rooms, boldly registered their names as Raglan and -Lois Luard, and ordered supper,—anything they had ready, -and they fell upon it with a sixteen-hours’ appetite.</p> - -<p>“For the time being,” said Ray, with reference to the -name he had conferred upon her, when the sharpest edge -of their hunger was blunted, “We are brother and sister -to the obnoxious outside public. If you don’t want to be a -sister to me you shall tell me so in private. It strikes me, -my dear, that we may possibly not get home quite as -quickly as they will be expecting over there.”</p> - -<p>“If you hadn’t come it looks as though I would never -have got home at all. Oh, I <em>am</em> so glad you came, Ray. -What does it all mean, do you think?”</p> - -<p>“Mighty trouble all round, I fear. They are evidently -mobilising here at top pressure. That means an attack<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">45</span> -on France. And what that may mean to us I can’t quite -foresee.... We may have to get home through Italy.... -But—Heavens and Earth!—Italy will be into it too. -She’s bound to go in with Germany and Austria.... -Do you know what <em>I</em> think, my child?”</p> - -<p>“No, what? Anything to the point?”</p> - -<p>“Seems to me we may be bottled up here—that is in -Switzerland, if we ever succeed in getting there—for the -rest of our lives. What do you say to getting married as -soon as we do get there—if ever, Miss—er—Luard,—and -so regularising the position?” and he looked whimsically -at her.</p> - -<p>“We’ll wait and see, as Mr. Asquith says,” she smiled. -“If we really do get bottled up it may have to come to -that.”</p> - -<p>“H’m! And I was hoping you’d jump at the chance!”</p> - -<p>“It’s rather sudden, you see, and a bit overwhelming. -We’ve only been really engaged since yesterday morning....”</p> - -<p>“Oh ho! That so? But you knew all about it. Now -didn’t you?”</p> - -<p>“A girl can never really know quite all about it, you -know, until she is asked. She may know her own side -of the <span class="locked">matter——”</span></p> - -<p>“As you did.”</p> - -<p>“And she may have every confidence in—er—the other -<span class="locked">side——”</span></p> - -<p>“As you had.”</p> - -<p><span class="locked">“But——”</span></p> - -<p>“But me no buts, my child! I consider my idea an -eminently sensible one. You think it over.... And -consider all the advantages!—no fuss, no wedding-breakfast, -no hideous publicity. Just a quiet wedding and -right into the blissfullest honeymoon that ever was. -Heavenly!”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ll think it over, and we’ll see how we go on. -What time do we start in the morning?”</p> - -<p>“There’s a train at 9.45, but it only goes as far as Feldkirch.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">46</span> -And there’s a fast train at 1.15 which should land -us in Zurich some time after 8.”</p> - -<p>“Let us take the 1.15, then we can have a good rest. -I’m awfully tired.”</p> - -<p>“One-fifteen it is. And you don’t need to get up till -ten,—eleven, if you like,” and he escorted her upstairs to -her room.</p> - -<p>“Do brothers and sisters kiss at your house?” he -whispered at the door. “They don’t at ours.”</p> - -<p>“Nor at ours,” and she put up her face to be kissed.</p> - -<p>Innsbruck was as yet fairly quiet. The garrison had -gone and had been replaced by men of the reserve; most -of the visitors had taken fright and fled; a few bewildered—or -phlegmatic—English and Americans were left, but -the empty streets and the anxious and preoccupied looks -of the women gave the pleasant little town an unusual -and dreary aspect, and our travellers were glad to be en -route for a land less likely to be disturbed by alarms and -excursions and all the fears of war.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">47</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="VII">VII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">When</span> Lois came down next morning she found -Ray on the front doorstep, deep in conversation -with an elderly gentleman of most impressive -appearance. He was tall and straight, and had white -hair and beard and moustache, a very kindly face, and -extremely polished manners. When he spoke, an occasional -very slight nasal intonation, which none but a -well-trained ear would have detected, suggested the United -States—most likely Boston, she thought, since it reminded -her of a Boston girl with whom she had been friendly -at the Conservatorium.</p> - -<p>Ray unblushingly introduced her as his sister, and -said,</p> - -<p>“Our friend here is advising me to change our route, -Lois.”</p> - -<p>“Oh—why?” she asked, looking up a little anxiously -into the pleasant, interested face.</p> - -<p>“Because, my dear young lady, I got through from -Bâle myself only late last night, and not without difficulty. -The situation is becoming worse every hour. Austria -declared war against Servia yesterday. What that may -lead to no man knows,—unless, perhaps, the Kaiser and -his advisers. And even they are not absolutely omniscient. -It may all peter out as it has done before, but I am bound -to say that this time I fear Germany means business, and -if she does it will mean very grim and ghastly business -indeed. Mobilisation is going on quietly and quickly, -everywhere, even in Switzerland. The clash will come -on the French frontier if it comes at all, and I believe it to -be inevitable. The Swiss fear for their neutrality, and -their fears are justifiable. If it suits Germany’s book she<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">48</span> -will trample across Swiss or any other territory that happens -to be in her way.”</p> - -<p>“But—it is too amazing. Why should Germany break -out like this?”</p> - -<p>“Simply because she thinks her time is ripe. Some of -us have been expecting this war for years past. Now it -is upon us.”</p> - -<p>“And how do you think we ought to go?”</p> - -<p>“I was just telling your brother that any attempt to -get through on any of the direct routes is quite out of -the question. Every carriage and truck on every line is -packed with soldiers. Your best way, I think, will be to -get across country. Make for the Rhone Valley and get -down to Montreux or Geneva, and wait there till things -settle down somewhat, when you will be able no doubt to -get across France and so home.”</p> - -<p>“It means footing it, Lois. How does it strike you?” -said Ray.</p> - -<p>She knitted her brows prettily while she considered the -matter. It was certainly all very disturbing.</p> - -<p>“And are you going across country also?” she asked -the American gentleman.</p> - -<p>“No. I’m going back to my home in Meran. I have -lived there for the last five years, and my wife is there. -I had to run over to London on some business, and I’m -glad to have got back in time. Another day and it might -have been impossible.”</p> - -<p>“And how long will it take to walk from here to the -Rhone Valley?”</p> - -<p>“You can still get a train to Landeck. Then strike -right up the Lower Engadine Valley,— Stay! I’ll -show you on the map,” and he turned to the one on the -wall. “Now,—see!—you go first to Landeck. Then -follow up the Inn to Süss. Then strike across by the -Flüela Pass to Davos, and then by the Strela Pass to -Chur. Then by Ilanz and Disentis to the Gothard. There -are no difficulties. The roads are good. It will be an -exceedingly fine walk.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span></p> - -<p>“What about our bags?” asked Lois.</p> - -<p>“Get a couple of rucksacs. Pack in as much as you can -carry, and the rest.... You could have them forwarded -from here. But I should be very doubtful if they’d ever -reach you in the present state of matters.... Would -you care to leave them in my charge? I will take them -to my house and send them on as soon as things settle -down.”</p> - -<p>And he pulled out his pocket-book and handed Ray -his card—Charles D. Lockhart. Schloss Rothstein. -Meran.</p> - -<p>“I came across a very fine book on Tirol by a Mr -Lockhart not long since——” began Ray.</p> - -<p>“Quite right! I have written much on Tirol. Since I -made my home here I have grown very fond of both -the country and the people. I fervently hope we shall -have no more than back-wash of the war here. But -there’s no telling. Once the spark is in the stubble the -flames may spread wide.”</p> - -<p>“We are greatly indebted to you, Mr Lockhart,” said -Ray, “and since you are so good we will take advantage -of your very kind offer. That is—if you can get all you -will want till we get to Montreux into a rucksac, Lois.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll manage all right.”</p> - -<p>So they all had breakfast together, and much talk of -the gigantic possibilities the near future might hold if it -came to a universal war. Then, under their new friend’s -experienced guidance, they made a quick round of the -shops, bought rucksacs, alpenstocks, a Loden cloak each, -and had their boots nailed in Swiss fashion.</p> - -<p>By the time they had packed their rucksacs and repacked -their bags it was time for Mr Lockhart to catch -his train for Botzen and Meran, and they accompanied -him to the station and said good-bye to him and their -property.</p> - -<p>And when the train had disappeared they looked at one -another and burst out laughing.</p> - -<p>“I’m sure it’s quite all right,” laughed Lois, “But it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">50</span> -does feel odd to send off all one’s belongings like that with -a man one never set eyes on till an hour ago.”</p> - -<p>“It’s quite all right, my dear. I’d trust that old fellow -with all I have—even with you. He’s a fine old boy, -and we’ve got to thank him for putting us on to a gorgeous -trip. Nothing like padding it for seeing the country!”</p> - -<p>And an hour later they had turned their backs on -Landeck and the snow peaks of the Lechtaler Alps, and -were footing it gaily up the right bank of the roaring Inn, -with the northern spurs of the Oetztaler towering up in -front of them beyond the dark mouth of the Kaunser-Tal.</p> - -<p>It was a gray day and none too warm, but excellent -weather for walking, and there was in them an exuberant -spirit of relief at having shaken off the trammels of ordinary -life and left behind, for the time being at all events, the -gathering war-clouds and ominous preparations. If it had -rained in torrents they would still have been perfectly -happy, for that which was within them was proof against -outside assault of any kind whatsoever.</p> - -<p>It was a lonely walk, and so the more delightful to them. -They desired no company but their own. Beyond an -occasional man of the hills hastening towards Landeck, -with sober face, coat slung by its arms at his back, and -jaunty cock-feathered hat on the back of his head, they -did not meet a soul till they came to Ladis.</p> - -<p>As a rule these hurrying ones passed them with a preoccupied -‘Grüss Gott!’ and a hungry look which craved -news but grudged the time.</p> - -<p>One stopped for a moment and asked anxiously, “Is it -true, then, Herr? Is it war?”</p> - -<p>And Ray answered him, “With Servia, yes! How -much more no man knows.”</p> - -<p>“War is the devil,” said the man soberly, and hurried on.</p> - -<p>They talked cheerfully,—of the folks at home and all -the recent happenings there,—dived into happy reminiscence -of their own feelings towards one another, and -how and when and where these had begun to crystallise<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">51</span> -into the radiant certainty of mutual love,—and more than -once, in the solitude of the little mountain sanctuaries -where they stopped at times for a rest, Ray caught her -to him and kissed her passionately in the overflowing -fulness of his heart.</p> - -<p>It was the most entrancing walk Lois had ever had, and -the glow in her face and the star-shine in her eyes told -their own tale.</p> - -<p>They crossed the river where the road wound away into -Kaunser-Tal, and again by the bridge at Prutz, and six -o’clock found them within sight of the castle of Siegmundsried, -with the pretty little village of Ried below.</p> - -<p>“We’ll stop the night there,” said Ray. “We’ve done -about ten miles and all uphill, and that’s quite enough for -a first day. How are the feet?”</p> - -<p>“First rate. I feel as if I could go on for ever.”</p> - -<p>“If you went on for ever you’d wish you hadn’t next -day. We’ve got a long way to go and there’s no great -hurry,—unless you feel as if you’d like to get it over and -done with.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but I don’t. I’d like it to last for ever and -ever.”</p> - -<p>“Mr and Mrs Wandering Jew,” laughed Ray. “What -would your mother say?”</p> - -<p>“She would say, ‘She’ll be all right since she’s with -Ray.’”</p> - -<p>“See what it is to have a good character,” and they -turned into the ‘Post’ and demanded rooms and supper.</p> - -<p>Next day they walked on, first on one side of the river, -then on the other, loitering on every bridge to watch the -gray water roaring among the worn gray rocks below.</p> - -<p>They ate their lunch on the terrace of the little inn at -Stuben, looking across at Pfunds lying in the mouth of -the valley opposite. And when they came to the Cajetan -Bridge, instead of crossing it with the high-road, Ray -kept to the old path along the left bank, through the -narrow Finstermünz Pass, and made straight for Martinsbruck, -and so avoided the long bends and steep zig-zags<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">52</span> -leading to and from Nauders in the mouth of the Stillebach -Valley.</p> - -<p>It was rough walking, but he explained,</p> - -<p>“It cuts off a lot, you see, and when we cross that -bridge at Martinsbruck we’re in Switzerland.”</p> - -<p>“That sounds like getting near home,” said Lois.</p> - -<p>“It’s a neutral country anyway, and maybe we’ll get -news there of what’s really happening. But it’s a good -long way from home. I believe you’re tired of tramping -already.”</p> - -<p>“Am I? Do I look it?”</p> - -<p>“You do not. But you look as though a kiss would -encourage you—to say nothing of me.”...</p> - -<p>The tops and sides of the mountains had been wreathed -with smoke-coloured clouds all day. It was only as they -drew near to Martinsbruck that the evening sun struggled -out, and they saw a peak here and there soaring up above -the clouds and all aglow with crimson fire,—a wonderful -and uplifting vision.</p> - -<p>“The Delectable Mountains,” murmured Lois, at this -her first sight of the alpen-glüh.</p> - -<p>“Our Promised Land lies the other way,” said Ray, -“But we’ll carry our own glory-fire with us.”</p> - -<p>They stood watching till the red glow faded swiftly up -the summits of the cloud-borne peaks and left them chill -and ghostly, and Lois heaved a sigh of regret.</p> - -<p>“Wait!” said Ray, with his hand on her arm; and in -a minute or two the cold white mountain-tops flushed all -soft rose-pink, so exquisitely sweet and tender that Lois -caught her breath and laid her hand in his, as though she -must fain share so exquisite a joy with him.</p> - -<p>“How lovely!” she whispered, profoundly moved by -the sight and the warm grip of his hand, through which his -heart seemed to beat up into hers. “The sun’s last warm -good-night kiss! Oh, if they could only be like that -always!”</p> - -<p>“Then we would not enjoy them half as much. Don’t -watch it fade,” and they turned and went. “We will<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span> -always remember it at its best.... Life is to be like -that with you and me, right on and on and on for ever. -It is a good omen. And here,”—as they crossed the -bridge—“we are in Switzerland, and this little Post Hotel -will serve us excellently.”</p> - -<p>Those solitary suppers in the common-rooms of the little -wayside inns were things to remember. Not so much for -the quality of the viands and the wine, though they never -had a fault to find with either, but because of the cheerful -goodfellowship and delightful camaraderie they engendered. -And there was without doubt a subtle crown of joy to it all, -in the feeling that here they were doing something out of -the common, something that would possibly administer -some slight shock to the nerves of Mrs Grundy if she had -been aware of it.</p> - -<p>Their procedure, however, was not so unusual as they in -their innocence imagined.</p> - -<p>As they sat over their meal that night in the Post at -Martinsbruck, there came in two later arrivals who presently -joined them at table,—a strapping young fellow of five-and-twenty -and a very pretty girl of a year or two less, -with large blue eyes and abundant fair hair coiled in great -plaits round her head, and they were soon all chatting -together on the friendliest of terms.</p> - -<p>These two were tramping also and had come up that -day from Süss.</p> - -<p>“A good walk that, mein Herr, for little feet!” said the -young man, looking proudly at his companion. “Thirty-eight -kilomètres, I make it, perhaps a trifle more.”</p> - -<p>“Twenty-four miles!” said Ray. “Yes, that’s a good -long stretch. Twenty miles,—say thirty, thirty-two kilomètres—is -our longest. But then we’re only just -beginning.”</p> - -<p>“And we are just ending,” sighed the girl. “He has to -go to the army. Do you think it will be a bad war, mein -Herr?” she asked anxiously.</p> - -<p>“All war is bad, mein Frau,” began Ray.</p> - -<p>“Fräulein,” she corrected him with a little smile. “I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">54</span> -am Anna Santner. He is Karl Stecher. We are of Innsbruck.”</p> - -<p>“And in another month—in September—she is to be -Frau Stecher,” said Karl with a broader smile. “We are -taking a portion of our honeymoon in advance. To see -how we get on together, you understand. It is not unusual -with <span class="locked">us——”</span></p> - -<p>“And I am sure you have got on very well together,” -said Lois, with her prettiest smile.</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes. You see, we love one another very much,” -said Anna. “But now—! What do you think of it, -mein Herr?”</p> - -<p>“We can all only hope it will not be as bad as some -people fear, Fräulein. But, at best, it is bad.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, war is bad,” said the young fellow, with gloomy -vehemence. “It is devil’s play from beginning to end. -Still, those Serbs had no right to shoot our Archduke, you -know, and they deserve a whipping.”</p> - -<p>“Possibly. But the danger is that it may spread. If -Russia takes umbrage, then Germany will join in, and -Italy and France.”</p> - -<p>“And your country? What will you do?” asked -Stecher.</p> - -<p>“I do not know. We certainly don’t want war, but if it -comes to a general struggle we may be in it too. It is -horrible to think of. In these days—all Europe at one -another’s throats! It is almost inconceivable.”</p> - -<p>“Du meine Güte!” said Anna, clasping her hands tightly -together. “It is too terrible. What will happen to me if -you get killed, my Karl?” and she could hardly see him -for the tears that filled her large blue eyes.</p> - -<p>“I don’t feel a bit like getting killed, my little one, I -assure you.”</p> - -<p>“That won’t stop those horrid bullets, all the -same.”</p> - -<p>“Ach, my Nanna, don’t weep for me before it begins -anyway! Let us talk of something else.... And you, -Herr and Frau?—Fräulein?—you are married?—yes?—no?—or<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">55</span> -have you this same pleasant custom with -you?”</p> - -<p>“Like you,” said Ray, “we are to be married very -soon, and we are having our honeymoon in advance. You -see, the Fräulein was in Leipsic, studying, when we heard -this ill rumour of war. And her mother gave me permission -to go and bring her home. And as they are -mobilising in <span class="locked">Germany——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ah—they are mobilising?” jerked Stecher with a -nod.</p> - -<p>“We were advised to get back through Switzerland, -and here we are.”</p> - -<p>“We also were in Switzerland,” sighed Anna, reminiscently.</p> - -<p>“You came over Flüela?” asked Ray. “How’s the -walking there? That’s how we are going.”</p> - -<p>“It is a good enough road,” said Stecher, “but you will -need a full day from this end. It is all up hill, you see, -and pretty stiff. You must get as far as Süss to-morrow -night and start early next day. We stayed at the Flüela. -It is quite good and not dear. And you can rest and eat -at the Hospice under the Weisshorn. Oh, it is all quite -easy. I wish we were going that way too.”</p> - -<p>“Ach Gott—yes!” sighed Fräulein Anna. And Lois’s -heart was sore for her, for her future and Karl’s was bound -to contain possibilities of sorrow and misfortune, and she -would have liked everyone to be as happy as she was herself.</p> - -<p>And next morning, in the strong fellow-feeling of somewhat -similar circumstances, they shook hands and parted -almost like old friends,—none of them knowing to what -they were going.</p> - -<p>The four-and-twenty uphill miles from Martinsbruck to -Süss were somewhat of a tax on Lois. They were on the -road soon after seven, however, as Karl and Anna also had -to be off early, and with occasional halts they made Schuls -before mid-day, had a good dinner there and a long rest -on the terrace of the hotel, with all the noble peaks, from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">56</span> -Piz Lad opposite Martinsbruck to Piz Nuna opposite -Süss, spread wide before them. They were at Ardetz in -time for an early cup of tea and another rest, and reached -Süss before sunset.</p> - -<p>But long as the way was they enjoyed every rough step -of it. For one thing it was a brighter day of mixed cloud -and sunshine, which wrought most wonderful atmospheric -effects on the soaring peaks and sweeping mountain-sides. -Their road wound along the flanks of the Silvretta. Below -them the Inn foamed white among its gray boulders. -Innumerable valleys, each with its thread of rushing white -water, debouched on either side and gave them wonderful -peeps at the monarchs behind—the Oetztalers, the Ortlers, -and the Silvrettas. Running water was everywhere—gray -glacier streams and sparkling falls, and every here -and there, on spurs of hills and vantage points, were the -grim ruins of castles that had played their parts in the days -of the Grey Leaguers and the Ten Droitures.</p> - -<p>But all this delectable outward circumstance was no -more than exquisite setting for that which was within -them, and each of these reacted on the other. Never had -they found such charm in their surroundings before. Never -before had surroundings so charming had such effect upon -their spirits and feelings.</p> - -<p>They went along hand in hand at times like country -lovers, and more than once their hearts broke into song as -spontaneous as the lark’s, from simple joy of living.</p> - -<p>Lois’s voice, in the full rounded beauty of its two years’ -careful cultivation at the Conservatorium, was a revelation -to Ray and thrilled him to the depths.</p> - -<p>“My dear,” he said deeply, one time, “You have a gift -of the gods. It would be a sin against humanity to deprive -the world of it.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, you will let me sing even after we are married.”</p> - -<p>“Let you!... Am I a traitor to my kind? Let you, -indeed! You will lift men’s souls with that voice. The -world has need of you, my child, and what am I to say -it nay?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span></p> - -<p>“You’re the world to me. I’m glad it pleases you.”</p> - -<p>And maybe the menacing war-cloud, which could not be -entirely excluded from their minds, but served to brighten -their radiant enjoyment of that perfect day. Stars shine -brightest in a winter-black sky.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">58</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="VIII">VIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">They</span> took the road very early again next morning, -and turning their backs on the ruined castle of -Süss and the triple peaks of Piz Mezdi, climbed -steadily up past the long snow-galleries till they came to -the mouth of the dreary Grialetsch Valley, with ragged -Piz Vadret at its head; and there, with their backs against -the road-mender’s hut, they sat for a long half-hour’s -rest and the chance of passing a few words, for the road -had claimed their breath as they climbed.</p> - -<p>It was all so lonely, so peaceful, so aloof from the storm -and stress of life, and so altogether delightful, that it was -only now and again that the appalling reason for their -being there obtruded itself upon them. And whenever it -did so it came with something of a shock.</p> - -<p>They had in themselves endless gardens of delight to -ramble through, and it was, “—Do you remember that -day at ——, Ray?” and “—I tell you, old girl, you gave -me some rotten quarters-of-an-hour while that stuck-up -little ramrod of a lieutenant was buzzing about you!”—and -so on and so on,—every recollection rosy now with the -joy of complete understanding, though at the time one -and another had been anything but joyful.</p> - -<p>The old road-mender came trudging up from his work -while they still sat there. He nodded benevolently with -something of a twinkle in his eye, as though he could still -recall similar times of his own, and gave them a cordial -“Grüss Gott!”</p> - -<p>“We’re doing our best to hold your house up for you,” -said Ray.</p> - -<p>“So I see, Herr and Fräulein, and it is quite at your -service. Everybody puts their backs against it after<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span> -climbing from below. You are from Süss this morning?”</p> - -<p>“From Süss this morning, and yesterday from Martinsbruck, -and the day before that from Ried, and the day -before that from Innsbruck,” said Ray.</p> - -<p>“It is a long walk. But when one is young—— I -also have been to Innsbruck. It is a great city. But -there are too many people. They fall over one another -in the streets. I like my mountains better and just one or -two people a day. Thanks, Herr!”—at Ray’s offer of a -cigar—“With permission I will smoke it later. I am -going to eat now,” and he put it carefully away into his -waistcoat pocket and got out bread and cheese from his -little house, and sat and ate and talked.</p> - -<p>“I had a Herr and a Fräulein here, yesterday,” he said -reminiscently. “No, it was the day <span class="locked">before——”</span></p> - -<p>“We met them at Martinsbruck.”</p> - -<p>“They were hastening home in fear of some war. But I -did not clearly make out what it was all about. Is there -going to be war, Herr?”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid it looks rather like it. That is why we are -hastening home also.”</p> - -<p>“But what is it all about, Herr? And why, in the -name of God, do men want to fight in these times?”</p> - -<p>“Ah! Now that is a big question, my friend, and it -would take a lot of answering. But, so far as we know at -present, it is only Austria that wants to fight. You -heard of the Archduke and his wife being shot, down in -Bosnia?”</p> - -<p>“I heard of that. I was sorry. I have had them here. -They sat with their backs against the house just as you are -doing. They seemed nice enough people. He gave me -five kroner for sitting against my <span class="locked">house——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ah!—he was an archduke and rolling in money.”</p> - -<p>“I did not mean it that way, Herr. I do not want anything -for people sitting against my house. It is a pleasure -to me to have a word with them. There are not too many, -you see.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">60</span></p> - -<p>“It is not like Innsbruck where they fall over one another -in the streets,” smiled Lois.</p> - -<p>“No, it is not like Innsbruck, Fräulein, and I am glad of -that. But why should their being shot make the rest -want to fight?”</p> - -<p>“That is only the pretext,” said Ray. “Austria wants -to stretch herself down south. In fact, I suppose, what -she really wants is to get to the sea, and Servia lies in her -way.”</p> - -<p>“If all men lived among the mountains they would -learn a great many things you never learn down below -there. I think one is nearer God up here, Herr and -Fräulein.”</p> - -<p>“I’m sure of it,” said Lois.</p> - -<p>“But even the mountains have heard the sound of -fighting,” said Ray, to draw him on.</p> - -<p>“If the men from below wanted to take our rights from -us we would fight again of course. But they are not likely -to come up here, are they, Herr?”</p> - -<p>“Not up here, I should say. The trouble is, you see, -that if Austria attacks Servia, Russia will probably intervene, -and then Germany will come in, and so France, and -possibly Great Britain. We hope not, but one can never -tell.”</p> - -<p>“Herrgott! That sounds bad,” and the rough hand and -big clasp-knife, which had been mechanically feeding the -slow-munching jaws, stopped in mid-air and he sat staring -at them. “Servians I do not know,” he said presently. -“Russians I have had here, and Frenchmen, and Austrians, -and many English, and all those I have found good. But -Germans, of whom I have had still more, I do not like.... -And yet I hardly know why,” he mused. “Their manners -are not good, it is true; but it is something more than -that. Well, I don’t know—it is just that I do not like -them and perhaps they perceive it.”</p> - -<p>“It is a very general feeling,” said Ray.</p> - -<p>“Is it now? Well, that is strange, but it shows it is -they who are somehow in the wrong.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">61</span></p> - -<p>“They don’t think so,” laughed Ray, as he drew Lois -to her feet by both hands. “We must be jogging on or -we won’t reach Davos to-night.”</p> - -<p>The old man firmly but politely declined Ray’s offer -of a mark, saying, “I thank you, Herr, but there is no -need. It has been a great pleasure to talk with you and -the Fräulein,” and, not to tarnish so bright and unusual -a trait, Ray did not press the matter, but offered him -instead another cigar which was accepted at once as -between man and man, and they all shook hands and -parted.</p> - -<p>They crossed the river and threaded their way through -a rock-strewn valley, and up and on, with the Weisshorn -towering white on the right and the Schwarzhorn on the -left. Then they passed two little lakes, the one on the -right clear as crystal, the one on the left greenish-white -and opaque, which Ray told her was glacier-water while -the other was probably fed by hidden springs.</p> - -<p>They had lunch and another long rest at the Hospice, -and then began the easy ten-mile stretch to Davos, through -long stretches of pine-woods, dropping with the stream -till it joined the Landwasser at Davos-Dorf, where they -took the omnibus for Davos-Platz.</p> - -<p>“We’ll go to the Grand,” said Ray,—“clothes or no -clothes. We’re sure to find English people there and -we’ll learn what’s going on in the world outside.”</p> - -<p>So to the Grand, and sumptuous rooms and meals, -though the very trim young gentleman in the office and -the pompous head-waiter did look somewhat superciliously -at their lack in the matter of wedding-garments.</p> - -<p>But breeding tells where uttermost perfection in attire -without it makes no headway at all, and by the time -dinner was over they were on the best of terms with their -nearest neighbours, who were delighted to find someone who -had had no news of the world’s doings for several days and -were therefore eager and receptive listeners. And afterwards -they sat in the lounge while a Canon, and a Doctor, -and a Barrister, and a Colonel on the retired list,—who<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">62</span> -knew Uncle Tony very well by repute and asked Ray -at once if he were related to Sir Anthony Luard as soon -as he heard his name,—and several of their wives and -daughters, fed them volubly with fairy-tales and fictions, -some of which had some small substratum of fact, but -mostly they were snowball legends which had grown out -of all knowledge as they passed from mouth to mouth.</p> - -<p>Their latest English papers were three days old. Swiss -and German papers they had as late as July 30, but the -news in them was for the most part vague and unsatisfying -to souls that craved simple actual fact as to what was -going on behind the veiled frontiers. Local letters were -arriving, but none from England since July 28.</p> - -<p>Lois and Ray sat and listened but got little from all the -talk that went on. The general opinion—to which the -Colonel stoutly refused to conform—was that things -looked decidedly unpleasant but that, somehow or other, -Great Britain would manage not to be drawn into any -such awful mess as a European war. Sir Edward Grey -had handled the Balkan affair admirably, and though -they were all on the opposite side in politics, they one -and all,—not excepting even the Colonel—acknowledged -that he was the very best possible man for his difficult -and delicate post.</p> - -<p>The Colonel however dogmatically prophesied war all -round.</p> - -<p>“We can no more get out of it,” he said warmly, “than -we can any of us get home for some months to come.”</p> - -<p>“Do you really think we can’t get home?” asked -Lois anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Think—my dear young lady?—I’m as sure of it as I -am that I’m sitting here and expect to be still sitting -here, or somewhere in this neighbourhood, two months -hence. You see,”—and he proceeded to prove, beyond -any possibility of doubt, that—granted the general war -he was so certain of—every outlet—north, east, west, -and south,—would be already blocked by the urgencies -of mobilisation, and that until all the troops of the various<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">63</span> -nations were massed along the frontiers traffic across the -denuded countries behind would be out of the question.</p> - -<p>“Martial law everywhere,” said he, “and thank God -we’re not in Germany!”</p> - -<p>“There won’t be any difficulty in getting about in -Switzerland, I suppose,” said Ray.</p> - -<p>“Not on your own two feet. The diligences may stop -any day. They’ll want every horse they can lay hands -on. They’re sure to mobilise at once, just as they did -in 1870. Every man they have will be on the frontiers -yonder, from Schaffhausen to Basel, and round the corner -towards Pontarlier, and again in all the passes leading -from Italy. It’s curious how they fear and detest the -Italians. I met a young fellow the other day who went -across to Tripoli solely to get a whack at the Italians, -and got a bullet through the calf which he insisted on -showing me. You see,” he said to Ray, “we can’t -possibly keep out of it, for the simple reason that Germany -will certainly try to get at France through <span class="locked">Belgium——”</span></p> - -<p>“That’s just what Uncle Tony says.”</p> - -<p>“Of course. Every military man who has studied the -question knows that is their game. Russia is slow, and -Germany’s plan is to smash France into little bits right -away, then go for Russia, and then of course for us. Oh, -it’s all been mapped out to the last haystack for years, I -warrant you, while we’ve been swallowing their bunkum -and persuading ourselves they are really very decent -quiet people something like ourselves, who only want -to be let alone to go their own gentle way.”</p> - -<p>“And what’s your idea of the prospects all round, -Colonel?”</p> - -<p>But at that the Colonel shook his head. “Germany -is the principal factor in the case and I don’t know her -well enough to express an opinion. If she’s really as -strong and well-organised as she thinks she is, and as -most people believe, it will be a red-hot business. Austria -I don’t think much of from what I’ve seen. Italy I do -not know well. But I’m sure they’re not hankering for<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">64</span> -the expense of a big war. France is better than some -folks think. Adversity has taught her something.”</p> - -<p>“And England?” asked Ray, as the oracle lapsed into -silence.</p> - -<p>“England is, as usual, not ready. And besides she is -not anxious for continental adventure. If England had -hearkened to some of us old croakers—Jingoes and firebrands -and scaremongers, we’ve been called,—she would -be a decisive factor in the game. As it <span class="locked">is——”</span></p> - -<p>“Oh come! What about our fleet, Colonel?” said the -Canon, whose eldest boy was second lieutenant on the -“Audacious,” and his youngest a middy on the “Queen -Mary.”</p> - -<p>“Our fleet’s all right, thanks to Churchill. But you -can’t utilise a fleet, say at Belfort or Nancy or on the -borders of Belgium.”</p> - -<p>“What about Belgium?” asked Ray. “Has she any -fight in her?”</p> - -<p>“I have never imagined so. If old Leopold were alive -the Germans would have a walk-over and the old boy’s -coffers would be fuller than ever. This new man—of -whom I know very little—may be of a different kidney. -But what can he do against Germany? She would simply -roll over him if he tried to stand up for his rights. It -would be sheer madness on his part.”</p> - -<p>“Divine madness!” said the Canon musingly. “Such -things at times effect wonders beyond the understanding -of man.”</p> - -<p>“And with England and France to back her up, and -Russia piling in on the other side——” said Ray.</p> - -<p>“There you are,” said the Colonel, “—practically a -European war.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Canon had meanwhile been quietly and unobtrusively, -but none the less pertinaciously, affording Lois opportunities -of explaining the exact nature of her relationship -to Ray. And two vivacious Misses Canon, with their -sympathies already openly given to the victim, eagerly -awaited developments.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">65</span></p> - -<p>But Lois saw no reason for any beating about the bush. -She explained the matter in full, acknowledging somewhat -of irregularity in their proceedings but smilingly suggesting -that if the war gave no one grounds for greater complaint -they would all be very well off.</p> - -<p>“How ripping!” said the younger girl, with dancing -eyes.</p> - -<p>“Katharine, my <em>dear</em>!” said her mother reprovingly.</p> - -<p>“Absolutely and perfectly delectable!” asserted her -sister, quite unabashed by the maternal disapproval. “I -just <span class="locked">wish——”</span></p> - -<p>“Madeleine!”</p> - -<p>And Madeleine’s envious desires remained locked in the -secrecy of her maiden heart until she and Katharine went -upstairs to bed that night. But she and her sister could -not make enough of Lois for the rest of the evening, and -their eyes rested on her caressingly and longingly as though -by much looking they might possibly absorb some of her -obvious happiness.</p> - -<p>“It must be delightful beyond words,” whispered -Katharine.</p> - -<p>“It is,” beamed Lois.</p> - -<p>“Just like a honeymoon, only more so,” sighed Madeleine -rapturously.</p> - -<p>“Just all that.”</p> - -<p>“And you were at the Conservatorium at Leipsic!” -said Katharine.</p> - -<p>“I had nearly completed my two years there. It was -a very jolly time. I enjoyed it every bit.”</p> - -<p>“Do come and sing something for us. There’s a music-room -over there and quite a decent piano.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t mind. I love singing,” and they slipped -quietly away to the music-room and shut themselves in.</p> - -<p>But no doors made by man could contain the full rounded -sweetness of that fresh young voice, and presently the -handle was quietly turned from the outside and the door -pushed noiselessly open so that the multitude beyond -might share in the enjoyment of it.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">66</span></p> - -<p>She had no music with her, of course, and what lay -about—the jetsam of the years—did not appeal to her. -So she played and sang some of the old Scotch songs dear -to her mother, and they went right home to the hearts -of some of her listeners as perhaps the more stately productions -of the greater masters would not have done.</p> - -<p>Between times, on the expectant silence of the hall, -there would trickle from the inner sanctuary a subdued -murmur of talk and now and again a ripple of laughter, -and then the chords would sound again and the full sweet -voice would peal out gloriously, and hearts swelled large -in sympathy with it.</p> - -<p>She wound up with “Home, Sweet Home!” and before -some of her listeners had finished using their handkerchiefs -in various furtive and surreptitious ways, she was pealing -out “God save the King!” like a trumpet-call, and “By -Gad, sir! It went!”—as the Colonel said afterwards.</p> - -<p>“My dear!” said the Canon, as he thanked her very -warmly for the pleasure she had given them. “You have -a God-given gift. You can touch the hearts of men and -lift them to higher things. That is a wonderful power for -good.”</p> - -<p>“I love singing,” said Lois simply.</p> - -<p>“Or you could not sing like that,” said the Canon. -“Your joyous young heart is in your voice.”</p> - -<p>As the following day was Sunday, and their next march -would take them once more into the wilds—over the -Strela and by Schanfiggthal to Chur and then up Rheinthal -to Andermatt,—they decided to take a rest-day where -they were, in the hope that further news from the outside -world might arrive before Monday morning.</p> - -<p>Nothing came, however, except the Berne newspapers, -which hinted at mobilisation in Russia, and told of the -murder of M. Jaurès in Paris. Even these scraps of news, -however, afforded the Colonel ground for ample comment, -and that of the gloomiest character, on the general outlook.</p> - -<p>“Jaurès,” he said, “was a great leader and he worked<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">67</span> -hard for a better understanding between France and -Germany. His removal, at this crisis and in this fashion, -seems to point to a fanatical revulsion of feeling against -his ideas. That means that the tinder is ready for the -match. If Russia is mobilising, Germany will follow suit, -if she has not done so already. The fat may be in the -fire at any moment. For all we know the fire may have -broken out now, even while we sit here discussing it.” -Which made them all unusually thoughtful.</p> - -<p>And as a matter of fact, with good reason. For Germany -had declared war on Russia at 7.30 the previous night.</p> - -<p>“Which way were you thinking of going?” the Colonel -asked Ray, over their cigars in the lounge that night.</p> - -<p>“First to Chur. Then up the valley to Andermatt, -over the Furka, and down the Rhone Valley to Montreux.”</p> - -<p>“That’s your best way. The East and North of France -will certainly be closed. You may eventually get through -by the Midi. But you’ll probably have to wait even for -that. It’ll be a terrible upsetting all round. And I wish -to God we could keep out of it, because we’re not ready. -But we can’t. I’m as certain of that as that I’m sitting -here.”</p> - -<p>“It’ll be an awful business if it comes to a general scrap,” -said Ray.</p> - -<p>“Yes. I’ve seen fighting in several parts of the world -and it’s grim business at best, but this will beat anything -we’ve ever imagined, if I know anything about it. Germany -is just a huge fighting-machine, and she’ll fight like -the devil. If Russia is in, France is in, and that almost -certainly means we’re in too. How do you stand yourself, -Mr. Luard?”</p> - -<p>“I’m in the London Scottish,—lieutenant. Do you -think they’ll want us?”</p> - -<p>“Pretty sure to,—sooner or later,—every man that’s -available. How long have you had?”</p> - -<p>“Four years.”</p> - -<p>“You should know your business fairly well. I think -you’ll have to reckon on a call. You’ll go if needed?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">68</span></p> - -<p>“Of course.”</p> - -<p>Which brought the possibilities very close home and -made Ray Luard a very thoughtful man that night.</p> - -<p>Next day they bade their friends good-bye, such of them -as were up at so early an hour. And the Colonel and -Katharine and Madeleine walked with them through the -freshness of the morning by the winding forest-paths up -Schatzalp, and were loth to part with them even on the -top.</p> - -<p>The Colonel, indeed,—whose youth lay away back amid -the mists of antiquity, and whose years had discovered to -him the existence of a heart that pumped on up-gradients, -and a certain stiffness in the legs which filled him with -wrath,—called them to many a halt to view the scenery. -His hearty good-will was so obvious, however, that they -complied with his necessities and accommodated their pace -to his without regret; and the girls buzzed about Lois -with outspoken envy of her happy lot, and vehemently -regretted that they could not go and do likewise in every -particular.</p> - -<p>At the restaurant on top they drank a parting cup of -coffee together, and then Ray and Lois set their faces -towards the long ascent of the Strela, and the others stood -and waved to them till they were out of sight.</p> - -<p>“Do you know what the old boy was saying, Lois?” -Ray broke out as soon as they were quite alone.</p> - -<p>“No. What?”</p> - -<p>“He’s quite certain that England will have to go into -the scrap, and that she’ll need every man she can put into -the fighting-line. And I’m one of them, you see.”</p> - -<p>“Oh!—Ray!” and she stopped in her tracks, and stood -gazing at him with sudden woe in her face.</p> - -<p>“It brings it close home to one, doesn’t it, dear?” he -said quietly, pressing her arm tight to his heart. “I’ve -been thinking about it all night. It will be hard on us, but -if the call comes I must go.”</p> - -<p>“Yes ...” she said, slowly and reluctantly; sense -of duty prevailing, with obvious difficulty, over her heart’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">69</span> -desire. “You must go.... But, oh,—it will be hard -to let you go ... just when we’ve come to know one -another, and life is at its brightest.... Oh, my dear! -Suppose....”</p> - -<p>“We won’t suppose anything of the kind,” he said -cheerfully. “Life is not long enough at its longest to -waste one minute of it on forebodings. But I named this, -dear, because it seems to me that it settles for us the question -I raised the other day. Unless you say no, we’ll -get married as soon as we get to Montreux.”</p> - -<p>“Yes!” she said simply, and the matter was settled.</p> - -<p>And, in the feeling of still warmer and closer companionship -that thereby came upon them, they climbed on up the -Strela, and down the steep zig-zags on the other side to the -Haupter Alp, and down and down past Schmitten and -Dörfli, first this side of the river, then the other, till -they came to the Schanfiggthal and Langwies, where they -stopped for lunch and a long rest.</p> - -<p>It was as they were coming down the hillside to Castiel -that Lois had a quaint experience which Ray laughingly -hoped would teach her a lesson.</p> - -<p>They came suddenly on an immense herd of goats, whose -bells they had heard tinkling far away below them for half -an hour or more. Captivated by the graceful activities of -a black and white kid, which sprang up a high rock at the -side of the road and posed there like a little Rodin, with -its glassy eyes fixed vaguely on them, Lois produced a -biscuit from her pocket and proffered it to the youngster. -He sniffed doubtfully, nibbled eagerly, and leaped down -for more. And in an instant she was the centre of a writhing -mass of goats, who pushed and reared themselves against -her and would take no denial.</p> - -<p>At first she laughed and pushed them off with her hands. -Then it got beyond a joke. She gave them all she had, -but they wanted more. Like the Danes and Ethelred, -payment to go only drew them in larger numbers. Ray -did his best to drag them back and get her clear, but they -pushed and struggled and reared, with weirdest determination<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">70</span> -in their strange eyes and curving horns, till Lois -grew somewhat startled.</p> - -<p>“Stupid beasts! Don’t you understand? You’ve -had it all,” and she shook her empty hands in their stolid -straining faces. They pushed all the harder. She grew -frightened, especially when she saw the futility of Ray’s -efforts.</p> - -<p>It was his angry shouts, as he laid about on their bony -ribs and backs with his alpenstock, that at last drew a small -boy in velveteens and a slouch hat round the corner, and -at a shrill whistle from him the beasts came to their senses -and left their victim hot and dishevelled and very much -put out.</p> - -<p>“Why don’t you keep your ugly beasts in order?” -shouted Ray.</p> - -<p>“Grüss Gott!” said the small boy with a vacant grin, -and with stones and blows sent his flock jangling down into -the lower woods.</p> - -<p>“That’s the most forcible argument I’ve ever come -across against promiscuous charity,” laughed Ray, as -Lois shook herself clear of the sense and smell of them -and did up her hair.</p> - -<p>“The hideous beasts! Their stony eyes and stupid -faces were awful,—a perfect nightmare! I shall dream -of them for ages.”</p> - -<p>They stopped that night at Chur, and Lois duly dreamed -of a never-ending struggle with multitudinous stony-eyed -goats, and had a fairly bad night of it.</p> - -<p>She seemed, indeed, so unrefreshed in the morning that -Ray decided to make an easy day’s work by taking train -to Ilanz, and the diligence, if it was still running, for such -further distance as it would take them.</p> - -<p>And so it was half-past six in the evening when they -reached Ruēras, where the diligence stopped for the night -and they perforce stopped also. The accommodation -was somewhat primitive, but the freedom of the simple -life condoned everything. They ate well and slept well, -and started off next morning in the best of spirits, with no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">71</span> -cloud upon their horizon but the nebulous possibilities of -the unknown future; and quite unconscious of the fact -that, at eleven o’clock the night before, the mightiest die -in the world’s history had been cast. Great Britain had -declared war on Germany.</p> - -<p>They crossed a brook and a torrent, and in a deep ravine -below the fragment of a ruined castle, Ray pointed out to -her the little stream which he told her was the Baby Rhine -in its cradle.</p> - -<p>“It’s always interesting to get back right to the beginning -of a thing which in the end becomes a very big thing. -We know what the Rhine is at its best and there’s where -it begins.”</p> - -<p>“I shall never forget it,” said Lois, hanging on to his -arm.</p> - -<p>“And if the old Colonel is right, away over yonder it will -soon be running red,” said Ray thoughtfully.</p> - -<p>“We’ll try and not think about it till we have to.... -But whatever comes, Ray, life has been very good to us.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, thank God! We have tasted the joy of it, whatever -follows.”</p> - -<p>And away over yonder, the German hordes had, days -ago, surged over the Rhine, and now they had burst into -Belgium and were hammering at Liége, and the Meuse -was running red and pouring its flood into the Rhine on -its way to the sea.</p> - -<p>They climbed steadily, with wonderful views over -Rheintal and up into Vorder Rheintal, crossed the summit -of Pass da Tiarms, and came down again to the old high-road -at the eastern end of the gloomy little Oberalp-See.</p> - -<p>“There lies the highway to happiness,” said Ray, -pointing away in front where, in the dim distance, a white -thread of a road wound along a lofty mountain-side. -“That’s the Furka. Once we’re over that we’re in the -Rhone Valley and almost at Montreux,” and he pressed -her arm tight again as a reminder of all that Montreux -would mean for them.</p> - -<p>They took the short cut down to Andermatt, got shaken<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">72</span> -almost to pieces with its stony steepness, and went to the -Bellevue to recuperate with a well-earned lunch, and in -hopes of getting some recent news from the outside world. -But the Berne papers had not yet arrived and the foreign -ones were many days old, and a chat with the manager -furnished only disquieting war-like rumours, gathered by -him from the officers of the big artillery-camp who sometimes -came into the hotel for a meal or a smoke.</p> - -<p>Ray was obviously restless under this lack of news, and -Lois was quick to perceive and understand it.</p> - -<p>“Let us get on,” she said.</p> - -<p>“Can you? Sure you’re not done up?”</p> - -<p>“Not a bit of it. It is delightful rambling along like -this, but I’ve always the feeling that dreadful things may -be going on outside, and if they are, the sooner we know -the better.”</p> - -<p>“Yes. It’s the not knowing that’s so worrying. It’s -like wandering about in a fog with collisions and smashes -going on all about one and no chance of seeing what’s up. -I’d sooner know the worst than nothing at all. I wanted -to stop at the jolly little Golden Lion at Hospenthal. I -stopped three days there once and I’ve always wanted to -go back. But if we can get as far as Realp it will shorten -to-morrow’s walk over the Furka. The hotels at Gletsch -are only for millionaires, not for tramps like us.”</p> - -<p>So they started off, determined to push along to Realp, -or even to Tiefenbach if they could manage it, but Fate -had arranged for them to stop at Hospenthal after all.</p> - -<p>While they sat at lunch the sky darkened. The rain -began before they had gone half a mile, and it came down -in such sheets that Ray considered the advisability of -turning back. But Lois would not hear of it, so with their -Loden cloaks outside their rucksacs, they plodded on up -the stony road which very soon became a river, while the -mountain tops all round took on new white coats of -snow.</p> - -<p>“We’ll have a rough time on the Furka to-morrow,” -said Ray. “I know what it’s like in snow.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">73</span></p> - -<p>“I think I’d sooner have snow than cataracts like this. -Will these cloaks keep the wet out?”</p> - -<p>“They will, my child. The wetter they get outside, -the less gets through.”</p> - -<p>“Then it’s all right. We’ll stop at your little hotel as -soon as we come to it and get dry stockings on.”</p> - -<p>“And a jolly big fire and a first-rate supper. We’ll be -as cosy as cats.”</p> - -<p>“Who are all these men in front?”</p> - -<p>“Weary ploughmen plodding their homeward way. -But they look to me like Italian navvies—about the unpleasantest -class of person you can meet in Switzerland. -The rain’s too much for them, I suppose, so they’re knocking -off for the day.”</p> - -<p>“Here’s another lot coming the other way.”</p> - -<p>“Switzers these, by the look of them.”</p> - -<p>The two bands of about a score each passed one another -some distance ahead of them, just about where the road -forked, and one part struck up to the left towards the stony -desolations and frowning peaks of the Gothard.</p> - -<p>“Hello!” cried Ray. “What on earth are they up to?”</p> - -<p>For the dark clump of men now nearest them, the -Switzers,—halted suddenly, and turned, and then, as though -moved by one spring, these made a dash at the others and -flung themselves on them with shouts and blows till they -broke and fled up the stony way.</p> - -<p>“Well, well!” said Ray, watching keenly. “That’s a -little bit of racial feeling right under our noses, unless -I’m mistaken. Symptomatic of the times. The Colonel -said there was no love lost between them, and here’s the -proof of it. War’s in the air, my child.”</p> - -<p>The Switzers having chased their opponents well up the -stony road came swinging along now with cheerful faces -and martial tread.</p> - -<p>“What was it?” asked Ray as they came up.</p> - -<p>“Just a swarm of Italian rats, Herr,” said one jovially, -while the rest gathered round grinning delightedly, and -one or two wiped away smears of blood from their faces.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">74</span></p> - -<p>“They’re mobilising for the war, over there, you see, -and we’re mobilising for the war, over here; and one of -them showed his teeth at us as he passed, so we gave -them a lesson in manners.”</p> - -<p>“But you will have no war here.”</p> - -<p>“Please God, no, Herr! But we’ve got to be ready, -and if anyone sets foot on Swiss soil so much the worse -for him. Those rascals would like to try it, we know, -but if they do we’ll treat them as we did this little lot -and kick them back into their own country. We do not -like them,” and he spat disdainfully and all the others did -the same.</p> - -<p>“You are not thinking of going up Gothard way, Herr?” -asked another meaningly.</p> - -<p>“No, we stop at Hospenthal for the night, since it’s -raining so, and cross the Furka to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>“I wouldn’t like to cross the Gothard within arm’s -length of that lot all by myself,” said a third. “They -may be good men but they don’t look it. Have you any -news of the war, Herr? Is France in it?”</p> - -<p>“We’ve no news for days past. We’re hoping to get -some over yonder. But I’m afraid there’s little hope of -France keeping out.”</p> - -<p>“It’ll be a big blaze,” said the leader. “What about -you, Herr, in England? Will you be in it too?”</p> - -<p>“I’m very much afraid so. We’re hurrying home as -quick as we can.”</p> - -<p>“Well, for me, I hope Germany will get her head broken. -Frenchmen I like, and Englishmen and Americans still -better. But Italians I do not like, and Germans still -less. They are too big for their clothes, and they are -pigs to have any dealings with,” and the others said -“So!” and “Jawohl!”</p> - -<p>“Well—grüss Gott, Herr and Frau! And may we -all live to see better times!” and with a rumble of -“grüss Gotts!” they went on their way, and Ray -and Lois plodded on towards Hospenthal and a big -fire and dry stockings and such defiance of the rigours<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">75</span> -of the road and the weather as a warm welcome could -supply.</p> - -<p>It was with a sigh of relief that Lois hastily felt over -her rucksac, as the smiling maid drew off her dripping -cloak, and found it sound and dry; and in spite of her -soddened feet and streaming face and draggled hair the -sight of a roaring fire in a room on the right induced a -sense of coming comfort.</p> - -<p>“You are wet, madame?—no?—not inside? That is -goot. You will change your feet, and then hot tea, and -all will be well,”—she had the cheerfullest face Lois had -seen for months and she spoke English charmingly.</p> - -<p>“That’s the ticket, Freda,” said Ray joyously. “The -hottest tea you can make and a dash of cognac in it, and -poke up that fire still more if you can do it without setting -the place ablaze.”</p> - -<p>“Ach!”—and then, running at him with outstretched -hands. “Why it is the Herr who stopped with us two -years ago, and I did not for the moment know him. And -this is madame? And you will stop the night? Yes?—in -such weather?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, we’ll stop the night all right. Wild horses could -not drag us away from that fire such a day as this.”</p> - -<p>“I will show you to your room and the tea will be ready -by the time you come down. This way, madame—iff you -please!”</p> - -<p>“Steady on, Freda! Two rooms—iff you please.”</p> - -<p>“So?” in a tone of vast surprise, with a touch of -disappointment in it.</p> - -<p>“Mademoiselle is to become my wife as soon as we -reach Montreux. I have been to deliver her from the -hands of the Philistines—the Germans, I mean. She -was in <span class="locked">Leipsic——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ach—those verdomte Germans! They are always -making trouble. Then two rooms. This way, mademoiselle, -iff you please!”</p> - -<p>Hail and rain thrashed wildly on the window-panes as -Lois refitted herself, but a quarter of an hour later, when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">76</span> -they came down the stair together, and entered the cosy -room whose dark wood panelling reflected the dancing -flames all round, there was their tea-table drawn up close -to the blazing hearth with two easy chairs alongside, and -she felt a sense of home-iness greater than she had enjoyed -during the last two years.</p> - -<p>At a table not far away a burly, broad-backed man -was busily writing letters with a big cigar in his -mouth.</p> - -<p>At sight of them he jumped up in vast surprise and -came at them.</p> - -<p>“Why—Ray Luard!—and Miss Lois?... Now what -in the name of—what is it?—Mrs Ghrundy—are you two -wandering round here for?”</p> - -<p>“Hello? Why!—if it isn’t Dr Rhenius! How are -you, sir? We’re as right as trivets—whatever they are, -though we <em>have</em> walked from Ruēras to-day.”</p> - -<p>“Ah—you come from Ruēras? And before that?”</p> - -<p>“Lois was in Leipsic, as you know. Mrs Dare sent -me to fetch her home. We couldn’t get direct so we came -round. What news have you? We’ve heard nothing -but rumours for days. Let’s have tea, Lois. I’m sure -you’re only half warmed yet. Have a cup of tea, -Doctor?”</p> - -<p>“I thank you, no. But I will smoke—if I may,” -with an appealing look at Lois.</p> - -<p>“Oh do, please! I like it.”</p> - -<p>“Well now—where are <em>you</em> from, Doctor, and what’s -the latest facts?” asked Ray, as he laced his hot tea -with cognac and insisted on doing the same with Lois’s -in spite of her protesting hand. “It’s good for her under -these circumstances. Now isn’t it, Doctor?”</p> - -<p>“I do not prescribe stimulants as a rule, as you know,” -said Dr Rhenius weightily. “But to anyone who has -been out in that”—as the hail dashed against the windows -again—“a moderate dose is undoubtedly indicated.”</p> - -<p>“That’s better,” said Ray, passing up his cup again. -“Now, sir,—where are we?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">77</span></p> - -<p>“At war,” said the Doctor gravely. “Great Britain -declared war against Germany last night.”</p> - -<p>“That’s bad,” said Ray, and he and Lois both sat staring -aghast at the massive face lit up by the dancing flames.</p> - -<p>They had known Dr Rhenius for ten years or more. -He was established in Willstead before any of them came -there. He had a good practice and private means of his -own, and was generally esteemed and trusted. He was a -bachelor, of five-and-forty or so, and in spite of his German-sounding -name claimed Polish descent. His father, -Casimir Rienkiwicz, had, he had told them, fled from -Russian domination in Warsaw to the freedom of London, -where his son was born. The father had adopted the less -cumbrous name of Rhenius, and prospered in business. -The son studied medicine in Edinburgh, in London, in -Munich and in Paris, spoke German, French, and English -with equal fluency, kept in close touch with the most -advanced medical thought of all three countries, and -employed their latest curative discoveries while his English -confrères were still sniffing suspiciously at their outer -wrappers.</p> - -<p>The one thing that ever disturbed his equanimity was -to be referred to as a German. At times the younger folk -with humorous malice would drop an innocent, “Of -course, you Germans,” etc. etc., when the Doctor would -lose his placidity and repudiate the innuendo with scorn -and indignation. Victoria Luard was especially good at -baiting him and enjoyed his outbursts to the full.</p> - -<p>Such spare time as his patients allowed him he devoted -to research into the subject of mental diseases. Whereby -he and Connal Dare had become great friends. He had -encouraged Con in the choice of his special line, and had -helped him freely out of his own well-filled stores of knowledge -and experience. When they met, which was rarely -now, they went at it hammer and tongs, and in the intervals -corresponded vigorously concerning any unusual cases -Con came across, and the newest methods of treating them, -and the results.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">78</span></p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Dr Rhenius soberly. “It looks like being a -general flare up, and that will mean—it will mean more -than any of us can imagine.”</p> - -<p>“Where did you hear it?” asked Ray. “We have -been aching for some definite word of what was going on, -but no one seemed to know anything and no letters or -papers were coming through.”</p> - -<p>“I was at Piora, near Airolo. The news came there this -morning, and I packed up and started at once for home. -I came through the tunnel to Göschenen, booked a seat in -the diligence for to-morrow morning, and walked on here, -because I know this little place of old and always enjoy -it. It may be the last time some of us will enjoy it for a -long time to come.”</p> - -<p>“You think it will be a long business, Doctor?” asked -Lois anxiously.</p> - -<p>He shook his big head discouragingly. “War is full of -surprises, my dear. It is the very last thing I would care -to prophesy about.”</p> - -<p>“Italy will go in with Germany and Austria, of course,” -said Ray.</p> - -<p>The Doctor’s big moustache crinkled up as he compressed -his lips. “Eventually, one would suppose so. -But, truly, I could discover no enthusiasm, or even inclination, -for warlike adventure in the few with whom I -had the opportunity of conversing. They are still suffering -from Tripoli, down there, you see.... Where are you -making for?”</p> - -<p>“Two big M’s, Doctor. Montreux and Marriage. -We’re going to get married as soon as we get there.”</p> - -<p>“So!”</p> - -<p>“You see it’s hardly right and proper—as you suggested -just now—to be gadding about in this fashion together. -So we’re going to regularise the situation at the first -possible moment.”</p> - -<p>“I will chaperone you with pleasure.”</p> - -<p>“Thanks awfully! But we’d sooner get married. We -wouldn’t like to be a burden on anyone.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">79</span></p> - -<p>“And how do you go?”</p> - -<p>“We’ve walked mostly so far—all the way from -Landeck, except one spell from Chur to Ruēras. We -like it.”</p> - -<p>“If you take my advice you will get them to telephone -for seats in the diligence and come along with me. It -will not be walking weather for some days now. And the -Furka in snow is a tough job. We get to Brigue to-morrow -evening and to Montreux next day. They are mobilising -here but the trains are still running. I wired to ask.”</p> - -<p>“I think we will. Lois is a splendid walker, but if it’s -going to be like this the sooner we’re at Montreux the -better,” and he went at once and got Freda to telephone -to Göschenen for seats in the diligence for the following -morning.</p> - -<p>She came in presently with the information that every -seat was booked both for the morning and afternoon -service.</p> - -<p>“And for the following day?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“Two coupé-seats only are left, Herr.”</p> - -<p>“Book them for us at once, Freda, and we will either -stop here or walk on up the Furka and take our places when -the diligence catches us up.”</p> - -<p>“Jawohl, Herr!”</p> - -<p>“I must get on,” said the Doctor, “or I would joyfully -wait with you here.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, we wouldn’t think of it. How about getting on -from Montreux?”</p> - -<p>The Doctor nodded musingly. “There one will have to -be guided by circumstances. I shall go on to Geneva and -endeavour to make my way through France. But it -may not be an easy matter. Everything will be under -military law and mere civilians will not be of much account -just now. You may have to wait there for a time till -the first rush to the frontiers is over.”</p> - -<p>“We expected that. That’s why we’re going to get -married as soon as we get there.”</p> - -<p>“I will tell them all about it at home, if I succeed in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">80</span> -getting there. They will be very suspicious of foreigners -in France. They may lock me up. You have no passports, -I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Not a scrap between us. I’ve never carried one in my -life.”</p> - -<p>“This has taken us all unawares. But I always carry -one. It is useful at times, in procuring one’s registered -letters and so on.... And money?—you have plenty?”</p> - -<p>“Enough to go on with. If we don’t turn up you might -ask Uncle Tony to send us some more—to Poste Restante, -Montreux,” and the Doctor methodically made a note of it.</p> - -<p>They talked much of matters connected with the coming -war, all through supper and afterwards. They had the -hotel to themselves. Freda told them that up to three days -ago they were full; then, at once, everyone fled at news -of the possibility of war.</p> - -<p>But, except as to the broad facts of the case, the Doctor -was very non-committal, and thinking over all their discursive -talk afterwards, Ray found himself very little the -wiser for it all. His own opinions he could remember -expressing very fully and freely. But, though the Doctor -had discoursed weightily at times on various points, Ray -could not recall anything of any great importance that he -had said or any new light that he had cast upon the complex -situation. The matter visibly weighed upon him and -even cast its shadow on him.</p> - -<p>They saw him for a few minutes next morning, and then -the diligence rolled up and he was gone.</p> - -<p>It was a bleak day, cold slush under foot and a wind -that held in it the chill of the snow-peaks. They delighted -Freda by deciding to wait there for the diligence next -morning, and enjoyed the warmth within the more for the -cold without.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">81</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="IX">IX</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">At</span> home, meanwhile, they were living in a whirl of -conflicting rumours, fears, hopes, which changed -their faces with every edition of the papers, but -possessed one lowest common denominator in an intense -and ever-increasing anxiety.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare wore a very grave face in these days; and as -his wife understood—to some extent at all events—the -difficulties he had to wrestle with in consequence of the -total cessation of business with the Continent, she found it -no easy matter to keep as cheerful a heart as she would -have wished, but bravely did her best that way.</p> - -<p>One quick glance at her husband’s face, when he came -in of a night, told her more than all the papers, and the -news was never encouraging.</p> - -<p>Every evening, the Colonel, possessed of a firm belief in -the efficacy of the commercial barometer as an index of -the political outlook, came in to gather John Dare’s latest -observations of it. And he too could tell with one glance -at John Dare’s face how things were going.</p> - -<p>When Mr Dare was late, as often happened, he generally -found the Colonel sitting there waiting for him and doing -his best meanwhile to cheer Mrs Dare. But, try as they -all might, their cheerfulness was of a gray autumnal character -which foresaw wintry weather before any hope of -Spring.</p> - -<p>From the mere business point of view the fact of Great -Britain being dragged into the mêlée could not make -matters very much worse for Mr Dare than they were. -But that dreadful possibility entailed others of so intimate -a character that it was impossible to close one’s eyes to -them.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">82</span></p> - -<p>“I wish those two were safely home,” said Mrs Dare, -busy with her sewing one evening, as the Colonel, in Mr -Dare’s easy chair, sat waiting with her for its proper occupant’s -arrival.</p> - -<p>“I’m sure you needn’t worry about them, dear Mrs -Dare,” said the Colonel emphatically. “Ray knows his -way about and they’ll be perfectly all right. We may get -a wire from them at any moment saying they’ll be here in -an hour.”</p> - -<p>“I’m surprised we’ve had no word of any kind since -Ray left.”</p> - -<p>“I expect things are all upside down all over the Continent. -We’ll hear from them all right in time.”</p> - -<p>Then Mr Dare came in and they saw by his face that -the City barometer was still at stormy.</p> - -<p>“Rumours galore,” was his report, “and mostly disturbing. -Sir Edward Grey is doing everything in his power -for peace, but the general feeling is that the Kaiser means -war, and the City is preparing for it. Bank-rate is up to 4. -It may be 8 to-morrow. Consols down to 70. Everything -is in suspense. No business doing.”</p> - -<p>“And what do they say as to our being dragged in?” -asked the Colonel anxiously.</p> - -<p>“General idea is that only a miracle can keep us out, -and that miracles aren’t common.”</p> - -<p>“Any talk of mobilising?—fleet and army?”</p> - -<p>“No orders yet, as far as one can learn, but there is little -doubt word has been sent round to be ready. I saw Guards -marching through this morning. In fact there is an undoubted -sense of war in the air.”</p> - -<p>“And how do they feel as to our preparedness, if it comes -to that?”</p> - -<p>At which Mr Dare shook his head. “Not a doubt -as to our readiness at sea. But on land——” he shrugged -discomfortingly, “Well, the general feeling is that what -we have is good, but so small as to be of very little account -among the huge masses that may be engaged over there. -They say there may be ten million men <span class="locked">fighting——”</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">83</span></p> - -<p>“How awful!” said Mrs Dare. “Ten millions! And -all with relatives of one kind or another! Just think of the -aftermath—the suffering and misery! I am not a violent -person, but, truly, there is no ill I could not wish for the -men who bring such a horror about.”</p> - -<p>“They’ll suffer!” said the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“We too,” said Mr Dare soberly. “And here is how it -comes home to us. If we’re drawn in there will be an -urgent call for more <span class="locked">men——”</span></p> - -<p>“Quite right!” said the Colonel. “If you’d listened to -advice we’d have had ’em ready. Now we shall have to do -the best we can with what we can get.”</p> - -<p>“The Territorials will be <span class="locked">mobilised——”</span></p> - -<p>“But they are surely for home defence,” said Mrs -Dare.</p> - -<p>“They will be needed at the front. Presumably the -choice will be given them.”</p> - -<p>“And they’ll go,” said the Colonel. “They’re not half -as bad as some folks have been trying to make out, and -this will buck them up to top notch.”</p> - -<p>“That means your Ray will be in it.”</p> - -<p>“He wouldn’t be my Ray unless he was, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And our Noel. He’s been at us for days past for permission -to join,” said Mrs Dare without enthusiasm.</p> - -<p>“He’ll go London Scottish with Ray of course. Good -lad!”</p> - -<p>“He was up seeing about it to-day,” said Mr Dare. -“And he’s hoping he can get into the Second Battalion if -they form one. He’s put down his name for it anyway and -I suppose he’ll have to go. I never knew him so keen on -anything in his life before.”</p> - -<p>“Good lad!—The right sort! Does honour to his -parents.”</p> - -<p>“And Con is expecting to be called up,” said Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“And I bet you Alma will want to be in it. Our two -families are doing their duty. Da-ash it! If all the -others would come up to the scratch as well there’d be no -lack of fighting-men.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">84</span></p> - -<p>“And suppose they none of them come back,” said Mrs -Dare forebodingly.</p> - -<p>“One never supposes such things, ma’am. If they -go, they go to the duty God has called them to. And if -they never come back they’ll have done their best for -their King and their country, and that is the noblest -thing any man or woman can do.”</p> - -<p>“I know, Colonel, but ... all the same, it would be -very sore to lose them.”</p> - -<p>“It would be sorer still for Germany to ride rough-shod -over England. They’re great fighters, and if it comes -it’ll be hot work. Thank God, they’re not barbarians, -however, and they’ll fight decently and respect the rules -of the game.”</p> - -<p>But even in that thought Mrs Dare found but little -comfort, and try as she might she could not attain to the -Colonel’s altruistic heights of patriotism.</p> - -<p>“It is different,” she said to herself. “After all, his -two are not bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh, and -that makes all the difference in the world.”</p> - -<p>“Where are they all to-night?” asked Mr Dare. For -the thought that before very long partings might come -unconsciously distilled within him a curious little desire to -know they were still within reach. “Noel came up to -have lunch with me and to tell me about the London -Scottish. I understood he was coming straight home.”</p> - -<p>“He came and told me about it,” said Mrs Dare. “It -has given him a new zest in life. He was on the links -all afternoon, and then he insisted on taking the girls into -town to ‘When Knights were Bold.’”</p> - -<p>“H’m!” said Mr Dare. “I must be out of touch -with eighteen and a half. I can’t say I feel like the -theatre myself.”</p> - -<p>“Young blood runs red,” said the Colonel. “The -jump in it that makes him want to go to the theatre will -help him through tight places later on.”</p> - -<p>“Do you think it will be a long business, Colonel?” -asked Mrs Dare, in pursuance of her own thoughts.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">85</span></p> - -<p>“Hard to say, ma’am. Personally I should be inclined -to say not. The expense of all those men in the field will -be so enormous,—to say nothing of the upsetting of business -and life generally. One or two tremendous battles and it -may be over. War is full of surprises. One side or the -other may crumple up unexpectedly and cry ‘enough.’ -On the other hand it is not easy to think of Germany -doing that, after all her bumptiousness. And I’d hate -to think of France and Russia giving in. Auntie Mitt is -hard at work knitting winter socks and comforters, and -Balaclava helmets.”</p> - -<p>“Goodness me! Does she think it will last as long as -that?”</p> - -<p>“She says she remembers hearing they were badly -wanted in the Crimea,—which was a fact. I’ve been -hinting to her that she probably remembers making -them at that time, and, being a good Conservative, instinct -impels her to do as she did then.”</p> - -<p>“Too bad!” smiled Mrs Dare. “She could hardly -have knitted for the Crimea.”</p> - -<p>“I’m not so sure of that. She’s frightfully close -and touchy about her age. She’s wonderfully well-preserved, -and she’s a good little soul, but I do enjoy -chaffing her. It’s a pleasure to see the prim and extremely -lady-like way in which she takes it. She always makes -me feel like a little boy at school again. You’ve no -definite word from Con yet?”</p> - -<p>“He’s all ready packed to start at a moment’s notice, -and is quite sure he will have to go. Nothing more -than that. It’s all very disturbing to one’s peace of -mind.”</p> - -<p>“Not half as disturbing, ma’am, as if the Germans got -across here. Let us be thankful that if there is to be -fighting it’ll be on the other side of the water. Business -is quite at a standstill, I suppose, Dare?”</p> - -<p>“Mine is, and most other people’s. If the mere threat -of war curdles things up like this it’s hard to imagine what -they’ll be like if it actually comes.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">86</span></p> - -<p>“It’ll be a case of everybody helping everybody else,” -said the Colonel, gallantly and meaningly, and on that -note jumped up to go. “I must run along and see how -Auntie Mitt’s getting on with those Balaclava helmets!” -he said, and shook hands with them warmly, and went.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">87</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="X">X</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> unsettled state of international politics affected -the younger folk much as it did their elders, only -in a different way and to a less extent.</p> - -<p>It produced in them an excitement and effervescence -of spirits which left no room for broodings or forebodings. -They closed their eyes to the grimmer possibilities and -saw only the picturesque and dramatic and thrilling.</p> - -<p>They were all most keenly interested in every move -in the mighty game, and somewhat impatient of the slow -development of the intricate situation. The number of -evening papers that found their way into both houses -was astonishing, and extremely wasteful.</p> - -<p>Their local weekly paper arranged for a telephonic -news-service with a London paper, and posted in its -windows irregular bulletins, the more startling the better. -Whoever went into the village was expected to bring -back the latest rumours. Mrs Dare, when she went, was -content to carry the items of any importance in her mind. -The Colonel, and Noel, and Honor, and Victoria Luard -invariably bought latest editions as well, sometimes of -half-a-dozen different papers, in the hope that one or -other would contain something illuminating which had -escaped the rest. And in the anxious search for that -illuminating item they read the same news over and over -again in all the papers, till, as Noel said, they “got fairly -fed up with chewing the same bit till there was no taste -in it.” Yet the exercise seemed only to leave them the -hungrier for more startling later editions. They all, in -fact, had a pretty severe attack of news-fever, and it -grew worse with every day that passed and with all the -thin and unsatisfying pabulum it fed upon.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">88</span></p> - -<p>Noel and the girls and young Gregor MacLean spent -much time on the links. There was no talk of going away -for holidays this year, not at all events while things were -in their present unsettled condition.</p> - -<p>The Luards had planned to spend September in Switzerland, -at Saas-Fée and Zermatt. Noel and Honor were -to have gone with them, and Mr and Mrs Dare had intended -making a round of visits in Scotland.</p> - -<p>Connal Dare and Alma Luard, if they could get off at -the same time, had been going to friends on Dartmoor not -far from Postbridge. As for Miss Mitten, she never would -hear a word about going away. No place was as comfortable -as home, she averred,—she had everything there -that she wanted, so why should she make a change which -could only be for the worse?</p> - -<p>But all plans had had to be given up, and the younger -folk consoled themselves with much golf and tennis, and -flung themselves into these things with the gusto of players -whose time might be short.</p> - -<p>But, among them all, bad as things looked, there was -still—except in the mind of the Colonel, and perhaps also -of Mr Dare,—a strong undercurrent of feeling that so -incredible a catastrophe as a general European war, in -this year of grace 1914, was impossible. Things had -looked threatening before, time and again, and the clouds -had rolled by without breaking. The men at the head -of affairs, Mr Asquith and Sir Edward Grey, were eminently -safe and experienced, and pre-eminently set on peace. It -was all mighty interesting, thrilling indeed at times, -though the thrills of the evening were not seldom found -to have been wasted when they eagerly scanned the more -sedate morning papers. But it would—they could not -but believe—all end in smoke, as it had so often done -before.</p> - -<p>And so the younger folk got all the thrills the papers -could afford them, and all the enjoyment out of life that -was to be had under the circumstances; and no one, from -their merry talk and laughter, would have imagined that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">89</span> -just across the water issues so tremendous for the future -of the world were surely and quickly coming to grips.</p> - -<p>Gregor MacLean lived with his widowed mother at -White Lodge, on the other side of Willstead Common. He -was an only son, but, through the good Scotch common-sense -of his parents, had escaped the usual penalty of only -sons. He was in fact a genuinely good fellow, somewhat -reserved and unexpressive of his feelings, and in no way -spoiled either by his mother’s delight in him or the good-sized -shoes he had stepped into at his father’s death.</p> - -<p>He was on the Stock Exchange, in his late father’s firm, -Dymoke and MacLean, of Draper’s Gardens. But the -Stock Exchange was for the time being dead, and as -Gregor said he saved in every way,—money, gray matter, -and nervous energy—by stopping at home, he stopped at -home and enjoyed himself,—gauging the pulse of affairs -by the price of Consols and the Bank-rate in the evening -and morning papers, and laying in stores of health on the -links, while yet there was time, against the demands the -future might make upon him.</p> - -<p>The firm of Dymoke and MacLean was of long-standing -and high repute. It had a solid old connection which at -the best of times did little in the way of speculation, and -never dreamed of realising when things were at their worst. -It did, occasionally, when the bottom had fallen out of -things generally, confer ponderously with the heads of the -firm and empower them to buy for it good old reliable -stock which the less fortunate had had to jettison, and -sometimes it invested on a large scale, as provision for -younger sons and unmarried daughters. And so the -business was an eminently safe one and satisfactorily -profitable, and old John Dymoke could sit comfortably -in his big swing-chair in his office in Draper’s Gardens, no -matter what wild storms swept the Street outside, and -young Gregor could spend his days on the links with -perfect equanimity, though the virus of possible war had -thrown the Exchanges of the world into convulsions such -as they had not known for generations.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">90</span></p> - -<p>Mr Dymoke played neither golf nor tennis. He loved -Draper’s Gardens and the society of his old cronies of the -Exchange. Gregor MacLean took great interest both in -golf and tennis and in the play of Miss Honor Dare, and -looked upon Draper’s Gardens as one of the necessities -of a comfortable existence but not as a place to spend more -time in than was absolutely imperative.</p> - -<p>And that is how he came to be spending profitable days -on the links while his less-pleasantly-situated fellows were -worrying themselves gray over the slowly unfolding developments -of international politics.</p> - -<p>Between him and Honor there existed an entente cordiale -which Gregor hoped in time to consolidate into a more -comprehensive alliance. Honor understood him very well,—far -better than he understood her, and she was not -averse to an eventual acquiescence with his hopes and -views as to her future. But in the meantime—partly -no doubt as the result of her close intimacy with Victoria -Luard—she was in no hurry to surrender her entire freedom -of action even for what most girls would have considered -the higher estate of an affiance with Gregor MacLean.</p> - -<p>She liked him better than any of the other young men -to whom her pretty face and comradely ways proved so -great an attraction. He was, as she not infrequently told -him, if anything too well endowed with this world’s goods. -So well that no incentive to arduous work was left him.</p> - -<p>To which he would reply that you couldn’t judge of a -fellow entirely by his form at tennis or his handicap on -the links. She should see him on ’Change, wrestling with -beasts at Ephesus, and carrying fortunes on his bare -head.</p> - -<p>At which Honor’s merry laugh would ring out and set -him to soul-searching for means of approving himself to -her in larger and loftier ways.</p> - -<p>Between Noel Dare and Vic also there existed a distinct -feeling of something more than friendliness, which was not -without its humorous aspects both to themselves and their -families.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">91</span></p> - -<p>They had known one another intimately for ten years. -At the beginning, when they were both about of an age—between -eight and nine—Noel had genially bullied her -and Honor to his heart’s content, ordered them about, -pulled their pig-tails when he pleased, and called them -kids, and they had accepted his masterfulness as quite in -the natural order of things.</p> - -<p>By the time they reached fourteen they were on a level, -and Noel found his powers of command over them gone. -He might order, but they only laughed and went their -own way.</p> - -<p>And now, at nineteen, their positions were reversed. -Victoria had developed into a young woman of advanced -and very decided views, with aims in life and immense -energy in carrying them out. And Noel felt himself little -more than a schoolboy in her presence.</p> - -<p>As to touching her hair!—it would have been a desecration! -He never dreamed of it,—not of actually doing it -anyway. It was something even to touch her hand. And -he sombrely said to himself at times that she was getting -beyond him. And he doubted within himself, whether -even the most assiduous devotion to St Mary Axe could -ever place him in the position he aspired to regarding her.</p> - -<p>They all four came clattering into the hall at Oakdene -one afternoon, after a splodgy round of the links, damp -and bedraggled and thirsting for tea. Auntie Mitt had it -served in next to no time, and between little sips at her own -cup sat busily knitting and listening to their wonderful -flow of spirits, which found vent in a jargon that was still -utterly unintelligible to her, in spite of the amount of it to -which in her time she had listened.</p> - -<p>But by the time they had finished their third cups they -had fought the battle all through again, had explained -away all their failures to the entire satisfaction of those -chiefly concerned, had replumed themselves on their -more outstanding successes, and then, as the boys lit their -cigarettes with sighs of satisfaction, their minds came down -again to mundane affairs.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">92</span></p> - -<p>“Where’s Uncle Tony, Auntie Mitt?” asked Victoria.</p> - -<p>“Sir Anthony is just coming up the drive, my dear,” -said Auntie Mitt, with a glance out of the window. “He -went down to the village to see if there was any news,” -and Uncle Tony came in, paper in hand.</p> - -<p>“Ah-ha!” said he, “Mudlarks!...”</p> - -<p>“And as merry, sir,” said Gregor. “Damp but undaunted”....</p> - -<p>“Dirty but not dispirited,” said Honor briskly.</p> - -<p>“Defeated but defiant,” said Vic. “Your turn, No.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, dash!” said Noel, who was not over-good at that -kind of mental gymnastics.</p> - -<p>“My copyright!—since Victoria-who-should-by-rights-have-been-Balaclava -won’t allow me to say damn,” said -the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Of course I won’t,—with Auntie Mitt, sitting there -listening with all her <span class="locked">ears——”</span></p> - -<p>“I heard it not infrequently before you were thought -of, my dear,” said Auntie Mitt, with her little bird-like -uplook and smile. “It was, I think, much more commonly -used even in the best society than it is now. I -believe even the Duke himself”....</p> - -<p>“Ah—he needed me to keep him in order. I wonder -you didn’t do it yourself, Auntie Mitt.”</p> - -<p>“Oh,—my dear!”</p> - -<p>“Any news, sir?” asked Gregor.</p> - -<p>“Bank-rate 8 per <span class="locked">cent——”</span></p> - -<p>“Deuter-on-omy!”</p> - -<p>“And the Stock Exchange closed till further notice.”</p> - -<p>“Gee-willikins! Things are shaping badly then, -sir!”</p> - -<p>“Very badly, I fear. Russia and Germany are practically -at war, though no formal declaration has yet been -made, I believe.”</p> - -<p>“And how do we stand now, sir?” asked Noel eagerly.</p> - -<p>“On the brink, my boy. Sir Edward Grey is still -working his hardest for peace. But, personally, I should -say the chances are of the smallest.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">93</span></p> - -<p>“I wonder where Lois and Ray have managed to get -to,” said Honor anxiously.</p> - -<p>“You trust Ray, my dear. They’ll be all right. I just -called in to reassure your mother. I knew her first thought -would be for them when she heard the news.”</p> - -<p>“But surely we ought to have heard from them before -<span class="locked">this——”</span></p> - -<p>“Not under the circumstances. Nothing would pass -into or out of Germany the moment they began to mobilise,—no -letters, no telegrams, certainly no foreigners. But -they would start at the latest on Monday. This is Friday. -They ought certainly to be well on their way by this time. -But, you see, they may have had to take some roundabout -route,—perhaps off the beaten track. We shall -hear from them all right in time. They don’t cause me -the slightest anxiety.”</p> - -<p>“Think of closing the Exchange! ... and eight per -cent! That shows what the big pots think of things anyway,” -said Gregor, beating a soft tattoo on the floor with -his heels in his amazement. “Shows I was right in stopping -away too! Sight better here than mouching about -down there! I wonder when they’ll open shop again.”</p> - -<p>“If we’re right into it—as we shall be,” said the Colonel, -with conviction, “it’s impossible to say how things will -go on. We’ve never had such a crisis before, you see, and I -don’t suppose any living man can foresee just how things -will work out. Money will be very tight, I expect. Provisions -may go up beyond anything we’ve ever known. -That will depend on the fleet. If we can hold the <span class="locked">seas——”</span></p> - -<p>“Why, of course we can, sir. What’s our fleet for?” -said Gregor.</p> - -<p>“They have some ships too, I believe.”</p> - -<p>“They have, and we’ll give them beans if they’ll give us -half a chance,” said Noel.</p> - -<p>“It might be wise to lay in a stock of provisions,” suggested -Miss Mitten. “I remember during the—I mean, -hearing—that food went to extraordinary prices during -the Crimean War.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">94</span></p> - -<p>“Go it, Auntie Mitt! We’ll go up to the Army and -Navy to-morrow and clear them out,” laughed Vic. “This -really sounds like war times.”</p> - -<p>“You’d better load us up too, while you’re at it, Vic,” -said Honor, “or maybe we’ll be sitting by the roadside -crying for a crust.”</p> - -<p>“Wait a moment, you giddy young people,” said Uncle -Tony, nodding his gray head sagely at them. “Let us -look at this matter for a moment. Suppose everybody -acts on that idea. What is going to be the result?”</p> - -<p>“The bulls will clear the market and outsiders will go -short,” said Gregor.</p> - -<p>“Exactly! And the outsiders would be in the proportion -of a hundred—perhaps a thousand—to one. I’ve -no doubt some—perhaps even many—will do as Auntie -Mitt proposes. It will naturally suggest itself to the -provident housekeeper,”—with a conciliatory little bow -to the already conscience-stricken little lady,—“but the -effect will be bad all round. It will drive up prices unnecessarily. -It will deplete stocks. It will emphasise -the gap between the rich and the poor. Carried to extremes -it might well lead to riot and revolution, for starving -men stick at nothing.”—Miss Mitten clasped her thin little -black-mittened hands as though she saw them coming -and begged for mercy, and her face was woe-begone. “Indeed, -in such a case, I would hold a man justified in -storming any house which had provisioned itself in such a -<span class="locked">way——”</span></p> - -<p>Miss Mitten unclasped her hands and waved them at -him in gentle deprecation, saying almost with a sob, “I -am sorry, Sir Anthony. I stand rebuked. The matter -had not presented itself to me in that light. But I assure -you I was thinking of you all rather than of myself, or -indeed of anybody else. I was in the wrong. I see it.”</p> - -<p>“You never thought of yourself before anybody else in -all your life, my dear,” said the Colonel gallantly. “We -know you were thinking only of us. But all the same, as -you see, it would be an unpatriotic thing to do and we<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">95</span> -will set our faces against it. If prices go up—as they -will—we’ll pay ’em. If supplies run short we’ll do the -best we can. We can always fall back on porridge,”—which -was Miss Mitten’s particular detestation.</p> - -<p>“It is said to be very sustaining,” she said meekly, at -which he choked violently through politely endeavouring -to swallow a chuckle.</p> - -<p>“How’ll we be off for men, sir?” asked Noel.</p> - -<p>“Short as the dev—the deuce, my boy. Have you -heard from your London Scottish yet?”</p> - -<p>“Not yet, sir. There’s hopes of a Second Battalion, -but it’s not decided yet. I shall go up again <span class="locked">to-morrow——”</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll go with you,” said Gregor, with sudden decision.</p> - -<p>“And we’ll sit on their door-step till they make up -their minds and take us on. Golf and tennis are off, my -children,”—with a nod at the girls. “It’s pipes and -sporrans and skean-dhus now, and ‘Up with the Bonnets -of Bonnie Dundee!’”</p> - -<p>“Good lads! When the need is known they’ll all come -flocking up. The trouble is that you can’t make even -volunteers into fighting-men without training. We ought -to have had you all at it years ago. Then we’d be ready -now.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll do our best, and pick it all up as fast as we can. -It’ll be better business than footling about the links anyway,” -said Noel.</p> - -<p>“Rather!” said Gregor.</p> - -<p>And the girls took no umbrage at that, but they seemed -a trifle quieter than usual.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">96</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XI">XI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap d"><span class="smcap1">Dr Connal Dare</span> was striding along the passage -leading to the general room when he met old -Jackson.</p> - -<p>He and old Jackson met in that passage every morning, -and always the same thing occurred.</p> - -<p>Old Jackson, with the fatigues of another night of -hideous dreams still heavy upon him, awaited Con’s -coming with anxious face. As soon as he saw him in the -distance his dull face lightened with a look of expectancy. -And at sight of him Con’s face began to crinkle up amusedly -at the corners of the eyes.</p> - -<p>“Doctor! Won’t you smile for me?” the old man -asked, as they drew near one another, and Con set his -broad shoulders to the wall and laughed out in spite of -himself and the regularity of the proceeding.</p> - -<p>The weary old eyes gazed up at him intently, and the -woe-begone old face lost some of its over-carefulness. A -twisted grin flickered over it, as if in spite of itself, and -then he said, “Thank you, Doctor! Sight o’ you does -me a sight o’ good,” and shambled off re-inspirited, while -Con, with the crinkles still in the corners of his eyes, continued -his rounds.</p> - -<p>But, though he had laughed as usual for old Jackson’s -benefit, and though the remains of the laugh lingered in -the corners of his eyes, he was feeling graver than he ever -remembered feeling in his life before. For he had just -been reading, over his breakfast, the momentous news that -Great Britain, having received no reply to her ultimatum -respecting the neutrality of Belgium, had declared war on -Germany. And that was enough to make any man grave -indeed.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">97</span></p> - -<p>He was on his way back from the women’s hospital -wards, where he had two or three cases which were causing -him some anxiety, when one of the attendants caught -sight of him and came hurrying up.</p> - -<p>“I’ve just taken a letter to your room, sir. Special, I -think. I didn’t know where you were.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you, Barton! I’ll go along and get it,” and -he knew what that letter was likely to be.</p> - -<p>And it was. A long official envelope with O.H.M.S. in -peremptorily solid black letters above the address ‘Dr -Connal Dare, R.A.M.C.’</p> - -<p>He ripped it open and found himself no more Dr Dare -of Birch Grove Asylum but Dr and Lieutenant Dare of -the Royal Army Medical Corps, under orders to report -himself within twenty-four hours at Medical Head-Quarters -in London.</p> - -<p>He read the orders quietly, and stood for a moment -considering them and himself, and the whole matter -aloofly. His eyes wandered thoughtfully round the room—over -his books, his few pictures and photographs of the -home-folks. It was quite within the possibilities that he -might never see any of these things again. War was full -of mischances, even in the non-combatant arm.</p> - -<p>He was all ready, kit packed, notes of his cases carefully -written out. He added a word or two to these and swung -away to see the Chief, his mind hard at work on another -matter.</p> - -<p>Two hours later, all very spick and span in his uniform, -he had deposited his baggage in the Luggage-Office at -London Bridge, had invaded St. Barnabas’s and interviewed -the Matron, and had masterfully talked her into -breaking the rules, or at all events straining them to -such a point that the desire of his heart could creep -through.</p> - -<p>He had been one of her favoured boys when he was -there and they were on very friendly terms, and, as he -explained to her with extreme earnestness, it was, after -all, only a technical breach and—it was war-time. He<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">98</span> -tried to prove that they were all under martial law but -she only smiled at him. He might be. She was not.</p> - -<p>Still, she was willing to admit that circumstances—such -as a general European War—altered cases. She -had been young herself and she understood fully how he -felt. As a matter of duty she put it to him to consider -whether it was the best thing to do, and he proved to her, -with his most irresistible smile, that it was. And finally -she sent an attendant to find Nurse Luard.</p> - -<p>Alma came in in a few minutes and became a radiant -illumination at sight of Con in his uniform—a radiance of -sparkling eyes and tell-tale cheeks.</p> - -<p>“I was expecting you,” she said happily.</p> - -<p>“You are to arrange your work on somebody else’s -shoulders and come out with me for the afternoon, Alma. -Matron is not quite sure if it is wisdom or <span class="locked">foolishness——”</span></p> - -<p>“We will prove it to be wisdom. I’ll be ready in ten -minutes. Will you wait?”—as she sailed away.</p> - -<p>“I’ll wait ten minutes,” grinned Con.</p> - -<p>“When do you expect to go?” asked the Matron.</p> - -<p>“As soon as the men go. And the sooner they get -across the better. We ought to be in Belgium now. -The Germans are hammering away at Liége, and I doubt -if the Belgians singlehanded can do much. They never -struck one as particularly martial.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I hope you’ll come through it safely. It would -be a terrible thing for you both if ...” and she nodded -gravely.</p> - -<p>“No good forecasting troubles. The worst ones don’t -come as a rule, and it’s no good thinking about them. -We’re under the Red Cross, and they fight straight and -respect it.”</p> - -<p>“Shells and bullets are no respecters of persons, and in -war one never knows what may happen.”</p> - -<p>“Anyway it will be a mighty satisfaction to know that -we belong to one another.”</p> - -<p>“We must hope you are doing the right thing. It’s a -very natural thing, I acknowledge.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">99</span></p> - -<p>“And the natural thing is the right thing as a rule, -now isn’t it?”</p> - -<p>“Sometimes,”—and Alma came in, her dark eyes -dancing and her face still flushed with the thought of the -great adventure on which they were bound.</p> - -<p>The Matron shook hands with them both very warmly, -and wished them ‘God-speed!’ very heartily, and then -they were gliding away in a taxi to Doctors’ Commons, -and from there to the nearest Registrar’s Office, and they -came out of it a few minutes later man and wife.</p> - -<p>“We’ll have a little wedding-feast at the Savoy under -the guise of lunch,” said Con gaily. “I had breakfast -at eight. And then we’ll taxi all the way home. I can’t -possibly permit you to mingle with ordinary people in -ordinary trains yet. Besides, I want to kiss you all the -way down, and there’s nothing like a closed <span class="locked">taxi——”</span></p> - -<p>“Dear, dear! What experience you seem to have -had!”</p> - -<p>“Not a quarter enough, as you’ll see, Mrs Dare. Here -we are! Now we’ll get a table in the balcony and watch -old Father Thames rolling down to the sea.”</p> - -<p>“The tide is coming in,” said Alma, as she drew off her -gloves.</p> - -<p>“Good omen! The rising tide!—and here’s the sun -to add his blessing,”—as the watery gray clouds up above -parted and let a gleam of sunshine through.</p> - -<p>They had the most memorable little lunch of their lives -there,—with the turgid yellow-gray flood brimming below -them, dotted here and there with a great creeping water-beetle -of a black barge;—and the gray and black spans -of the bridges, up-stream and down, looming in and out -of the picture in the wavering sunlight;—and the yellow -trams spinning to and fro like shuttles through the gray -web of life;—and the tall chimneys and the shot tower -on the opposite bank, with the ragged wharves at their feet;—and -the Embankment gardens and trees and sauntering -mid-day crowds, all just as usual and manifesting no undue -concern about anything.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">100</span></p> - -<p>“And we’re actually at war with Germany at last,” -said Con, as they sat looking down on it all.</p> - -<p>“I’m glad we’re taking it so quietly,” said Alma. “We -mean business.”</p> - -<p>Their very polite waiter attended punctiliously to all -their wants, acknowledging all orders with a grave inclination -of the head and never once opening his mouth. -He might have been dumb for any evidence they had to -the contrary. Between courses he hovered about watchfully, -seemed interested in Con’s uniform, and distinctly -appreciative of Alma’s nurse’s costume and general -appearance. Even Con’s very generous tip he only -acknowledged with a final silent bow.</p> - -<p>When Alma commented on such refinement of taciturnity, -Con suggested that he was possibly a German -looking forward without enjoyment to a change of occupation -which would be less to his taste.</p> - -<p>They had a delightful run out to Willstead, and Con -made best use of his opportunities, having taken care -to seat his wife directly behind the driver.</p> - -<p>All too quickly they were there, taking Mrs Dare Senior’s -breath away by the magnitude of their announcement.</p> - -<p>“Mother—my wife!” was Con’s little way of breaking -the news. “I have to leave to-morrow morning so we -decided to get married to-day.”</p> - -<p>“Well!” gasped his mother, and then took Alma to her -heart and kissed her warmly.</p> - -<p>“He never could have made a better choice, dear,” -she said. “But it is very sudden.... I hope it is wisely -done.”</p> - -<p>“We think it is, mother,” said Alma joyously. “Whatever -happens we have this, and it has made us very happy.”</p> - -<p>“Have you seen the Colonel?”</p> - -<p>“Not yet,” said Con. “Mothers come before Uncles. -We’ll go along presently and make him jump. Auntie -Mitt will probably have a fit.”</p> - -<p>“Have you had any lunch,—or did this great business -make you forget it?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">101</span></p> - -<p>“We had our wedding breakfast at one o’clock in the -balcony of the Savoy,” said Alma. “It was delightful.”</p> - -<p>“Then you’re ready for a cup of tea,” and she rang the -bell and ordered it in as quickly as it could be got ready.</p> - -<p>“But won’t this mean your giving up your post, Alma?” -asked Mrs Dare thoughtfully, as soon as she had time to -look at the matter all round.</p> - -<p>“Not at present. Matron had to be told of course. -But Con is one of her old favourites, and she is to say -nothing about it for a time. You see, if the war amounts -to anything and goes on long, they are sure to be called -on for nurses to go to the front and they’ll be <span class="locked">short-handed——”</span></p> - -<p>“And they couldn’t afford to dispense with the best -nurse they’ve got, on a mere technicality,” said Con. -“And as soon as it’s all over I’m to join old Jamieson in -Harley Street, and we’ll set up housekeeping—probably -with him. He’s got room enough for four families in that -big house of his.”</p> - -<p>“Well, well!” said Mrs Dare, and said no more, but her -mother’s heart prayed fervently that no whiff of the war-cloud -might dim the bright and hopeful outlook of these -eager young lives.</p> - -<p>They chatted quietly over their tea, of Lois and Ray, and -of Noel and young MacLean and their war-like cravings, -and of Vic and Honor, and all the other little family matters -in which they were all interested.</p> - -<p>“I’d love to see those boys in kilts,” said Alma.</p> - -<p>“They don’t know yet if there will be a Second Battalion,” -said Mrs Dare. “But if they don’t get into the -London Scottish they’ll join something else. They are -quite set on going.”</p> - -<p>“It’s only natural,” said Con.</p> - -<p>“All the same I can’t help hoping they may not have to -go to the front.”</p> - -<p>At which Con shook his head. “I’m afraid you must not -count on that, mother dear. One never knows what may -happen in war, of course. But everyone who knows says<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">102</span> -the Germans are mighty fighters, and they’ve been preparing -for this for many years. In fact some folks seem -to think their big war-machine may even be too perfect,—so -very perfect that if anything goes wrong with any part -of it it will all tumble to pieces.”</p> - -<p>“I wish it would and smother that wretched Kaiser in -the ruins,” said Alma heartily.</p> - -<p>“I don’t think it likely. They are very wonderful folks. -In organization, and scientific attainment generally, they -have made us all sit up and they beat us still. There is -just one thing in this matter in which we have the advantage -over them.”</p> - -<p>“Ships? Guns?” queried Alma.</p> - -<p>“No,—greater than either,—the simple fact that we’re -in the right and they are utterly in the wrong. And that, -you’ll find, will tell in the long run. They are forcing on -this war to serve their own selfish ends; and we, thank -God, have no axe of our own to grind in the matter. We’re -out to make an end of wars, if that is possible.”</p> - -<p>“That is worth fighting for,” said his mother heartily.</p> - -<p>“Ay! Worth dying for if necessary.... It will be -very hot work, I expect.... But we’ve got to win,—or -go under. And that is unthinkable. But the cost may -be heavy.”</p> - -<p>“Our thoughts ... and our prayers will be with you -all the time, my boy.... May God grant us all a safe -deliverance!” said Mrs Dare fervently.</p> - -<p>“And that will help to buck us all up,” said Con cheerfully. -“But we mustn’t get morbid. Suppose we go -over and break the good news to the Colonel and Auntie -Mitt, Mrs Connal Dare!”</p> - -<p>“I’m ready. Do it gently, Con. Remember they are -older than we are.”</p> - -<p>“Good news never hurts. Come on!”</p> - -<p>Noel and Gregor MacLean, while anxiously awaiting -news from Headquarters as to the possible formation of -a Reserve Battalion, were preparing themselves for the -chance by developing their skill in musketry at the private<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">103</span> -shooting-school on the heath not far away. They went -up every day and spent many pounds at the targets and -then at clay pigeons, and in addition set themselves -rigorous route-marches of ten and fifteen miles to get themselves -and their feet into good condition. And each -night they came home thick with mud and hungry as -hunters, and well-satisfied that they were doing everything -in their power to fit themselves for the real thing when the -hoped-for call should come.</p> - -<p>So Vic and Honor were thrown more than ever upon their -own congenial companionship.</p> - -<p>They were inseparable, and the days not being long -enough for adequate expression of their feelings, they -generally spent the nights together also. And Mrs Dare -and Auntie Mitt were growing accustomed to the sudden -announcements,—“Vic’s sleeping with me to-night, -Mother,” and,—“Auntie Mitt, Honor’s going to sleep here -to-night,”—and the older folk made no objection, since -it pleased the girls and alternately brightened each house -in turn. The times were somewhat out of joint and anything -that tended towards mitigation of circumstances was -to be made the most of.</p> - -<p>And so, when Con and Alma walked into Oakdene, -they found the family party still lingering over their tea-cups -in the hall;—Miss Mitten’s knitting-needles going -like clock-work, the Colonel expatiating on the monstrous -perfidy of Germany in attacking Belgium, the girls nibbling -their final cakes and listening somewhat abstractedly, -wondering no doubt what those boys were doing to-day, -and feeling that life—and certainly golf—without them -was distinctly thin and flavourless.</p> - -<p>“Ah—ha!” said Con magniloquently, “Here are the -tribes assembled together. Colonel!”—with a punctilious -military salute,—“Auntie Mitt!—and you two little -girls!—we have come to gather your views on the subject -of marriage. A worthy subject! Don’t all speak at -once.”</p> - -<p>“It is usually accounted an honourable estate,” said the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">104</span> -Colonel, beaming on them, while Miss Mitten peered up, -bird-like, but knitted on for dear life, and the girls looked -anticipative.</p> - -<p>“We thank you!” said Con with a comprehensive bow. -“Then you will permit me to introduce to you—Mrs -Connal Dare,”—at which, as he swung Alma gracefully -forward by the hand, they all sprang to fullest life as though -pricked by an electric shock.</p> - -<p>“Well—I’m da-asht!”</p> - -<p>“Alma! My <em>dear</em>!”</p> - -<p>“Con!—Is it true?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, you dear, horribly mean <span class="locked">things!”—</span></p> - -<p>“To do us out of it all like that!”</p> - -<p>“Horrid of them, but awfully jolly all the same!”</p> - -<p>“You see,” said Con,—when Alma had kissed them all -round, and he had insisted on one also, to the immense -gratification of the girls,—“This is war-time, and I am off -to-morrow, and from my earliest youth I have been taught -never to put off till to-morrow what I could do to-day. And -so,—well!”—with a wave of the hand towards Alma,—“There -it is!... We knew we had your approval, sir. -We knew Auntie Mitt would graciously accept the fait -accompli. And we hoped from the bottom of our hearts -that Vic and Honor would in time forgive us and receive -us back into their favour. And—we’re very happy over -it.”</p> - -<p>There was no possible doubt about that, and the Colonel, -who was the only one who had any right to take exception -to the matter, was far too good a sportsman to cast any -shadow of a shadow upon their happiness. He had witnessed -very many similar cases, and most of them had -turned out very happily—when they had had the chance. -It was that possibility only that added a touch of solemnity -to his <span class="locked">benediction,—</span></p> - -<p>“Well, well! You’ve certainly given us a most delightful -surprise, you two. War, as I know by experience, is a -mighty crystalliser of the emotions, and essentially a promoter -of prompt decisions. God grant you all happiness,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">105</span> -my dears!” and he kissed Alma as if she had been his very -daughter, and wrung Con’s hand warmly.</p> - -<p>“You look well in khaki, my boy,” he said, with his eyes -still glistening.</p> - -<p>“And feel well, sir. I am, I think, a man of peace, -but the uniform makes one feel distinctly soldierly, and if I -find it absolutely necessary to knock out a German or two -I believe I could do it.”</p> - -<p>“What with?” asked Vic, fingering his empty -scabbard.</p> - -<p>“Oh, with my fists if needs be. But I’m for binding -not for wounding. It would only be under a sense of the -sternest necessity that I should give that German a daud -on the neb.”</p> - -<p>“I think I shall be a nurse,” said Honor. “You do look -spiffing, Alma.”</p> - -<p>“Too late for this war, my child. ‘It’s a long long way -to Tipperary,’ and this is to be the last war. Still there’s -always plenty to do even in peace-times.”</p> - -<p>“Will you be going out too, Al?” asked Vic.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know yet. There’s sure to be a call for nurses. -Wouldn’t it be delightful to go out and meet Con there?” -and her face was radiant at the thought.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare had made them promise to come back for -dinner, so that Mr Dare might have the chance of seeing -them also. When, in due course, they went across -they found him just in from the City, and Con was -struck with the change these last ten days had made in -him.</p> - -<p>He made, indeed, for their benefit a brave assumption of -cheerfulness and gave them very hearty greeting, but pretended -to be scandalised at their escapade, and expressed -the hope that the Colonel had done his duty and told them -what he thought about them.</p> - -<p>They reassured him on that point and enquired for the -latest news.</p> - -<p>“Things are moving fast,” he said soberly. “John -Burns and Lord Morley leave the Cabinet. Government<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">106</span> -takes over all the railways. Jellicoe is to command the -Fleet, French the Army, and Kitchener is to be Minister -of War.”</p> - -<p>“That’s good. He’ll stand no nonsense anyway.”</p> - -<p>“The Germans are attacking Liége furiously. Everyone -is amazed that the Belgians can stand up against them for a -day. But every hour they can hold them is gain to us and -France. We are both taken unawares, you see. And the -fact of their tremendous onslaught shows that they were -all ready,—more than ready. What the upshot of it all -will be it’s hard to say. Germany is a very big nut to -crack.”</p> - -<p>“And how are business matters, father?” asked Con -quietly, between themselves.</p> - -<p>“Bad, Con. And likely to be worse. There is to be a -big issue of paper,—ten-shilling and one-pound notes, -and Lloyd George appeals very earnestly to people not -to draw gold from the banks. He is doing all he can. -But business is at a standstill, and as to getting in -any money from the Continent—! That’s all gone, I’m -afraid.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve got a few hundreds saved. Would that be any -use, sir?”</p> - -<p>“You’re a married man now and your wife must be your -first consideration,” said his father with a grave smile, -which, however, conveyed to Con his appreciation of his -desire to help. “And your uncle-in-law has very generously -offered me assistance if I need it. At present -I don’t. If things come to the worst I may perhaps -make some arrangement with him. You see it’s a -case of the devil and the deep sea. On the one -hand contracts made which I’m expected to fill, and, -on the other, total stoppage of the wherewithal to fill -them. And again goods I’ve paid for here and shipped, -and no payment forthcoming for them from Germany -and Austria.”</p> - -<p>“There must be many in the same position. Won’t a -state of war bar all unpleasantness?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">107</span></p> - -<p>“It’s hard to say. We’ve had no experience of such a -state of things, you see. No doubt there will have to be -give and take all round and some working arrangement -come to. I think there’s a general disposition that way. -But it’s very trying business,” he said wearily.</p> - -<p>“I’m sure it is, sir. I wish I could be of some -help.”</p> - -<p>“You have your own work cut out for you, my boy, and -fine work. It will be a trial to you to leave now. But I -suppose you considered all that.”</p> - -<p>“We did, sir. It is trying to have to part so soon, but -it will be a help to us both to feel that we belong to one -another whatever comes.”</p> - -<p>“I hope to God you’ll come through all right, Con. -For all our sakes take every care you can, and don’t run -into any unnecessary dangers.”</p> - -<p>“Trust me for that, sir.”</p> - -<p>Then the Colonel and the girls came across “for coffee -and smokes, and to see how Mrs Con was bearing up,” -as Vic said, and they all fell to talk about the war and the -future, and on the Colonel’s part to the extraction of the -latest news from the City.</p> - -<p>“I hope you are not upset by these young people’s precipitancy,” -said Mrs Dare quietly to the Colonel, under -cover of the general talk beyond.</p> - -<p>“On the contrary, my dear—, let me see, what <em>is</em> the -exact relationship between us now? My niece, who is my -daughter as it were, is now your daughter also. And your -boy is my nephew-in-law. What does that make me to -you?”</p> - -<p>“I give it up,” smiled Mrs Dare. “We will remain -the best of friends.”</p> - -<p>“This makes us even closer than that. However, as I -was saying, I’m entirely and absolutely pleased with them. -They’ve done the natural thing under the circumstances. -I’ve seen the same thing happen many times before, and -it generally turns out well. There are always risks in war, -of <span class="locked">course——”</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">108</span></p> - -<p>“And as to that we can only leave them in God’s hands, -and hope for the best.”</p> - -<p>“Amen to that, best of friends! My girl has at all -events shown wisdom in her choice of a mother. We will -hope ... and—er—pray”—he added, with a touch of -the naïve shyness of a man who was in the habit of keeping -his inmost feelings very strictly to himself,—“for their -welfare and happiness.”</p> - -<p>“Yes.... The times are very trying and will probably -be more so, but I’m inclined to think they may be the -means of bringing out all that is best in us all.”</p> - -<p>“War does that ... as something of a set-off for the -darker side of it. For it also brings out the worst unfortunately.”</p> - -<p>“Here are the boys,” said Mrs Dare, jumping up at -the sound of heavy boots on the path outside. “They -generally come in together and they’re always hungry. -I’m the commissariat,” and she hastened away to see to -their provisioning.</p> - -<p>“Hel-lo!” cried Noel, in a pair of old riding-breeches -and puttees, at sight of the assembly, while Gregor, -similarly apparelled, looked eagerly over his shoulder in -hopes of an approving spark in Honor’s eye. “Quick, -Mac!—salute, ye spalpeen, or ye’ll be shot at dawn. -Here’s a blooming little Horficer!” and they both drew -themselves up and saluted Con in smartest possible military -style.</p> - -<p>“Why,” prattled Noel. “I’m blowed if it isn’t just old -Con,—and Alma! So you two have managed to hit the -same day this time.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, we’ve managed it for once, No,” said Con. -“How are you, Mac? Allow me to introduce you to -my wife,” with a proprietorial wave towards Alma.</p> - -<p>“No!—really?” jerked Noel.</p> - -<p>“Really and truly,” laughed Alma. “I hope it isn’t -objectionable to you in any way.”</p> - -<p>“Lord, no! Quite the other way. If there’s two -things I admire about old Con they’re his uniform and his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">109</span> -jolly old cheek. Think of him going and getting you to -marry him right away like that.”</p> - -<p>“He’s off to-morrow morning, you see, so I thought it -best to make sure of him.”</p> - -<p>“He’s really going? I wish we were.”</p> - -<p>“How do things stand with you now, Mac?” asked -Con. “Any nearer bull’s-eye?”</p> - -<p>“There’s rumours of a possible Second Battalion being -formed, but nothing definite. We’ve put our names down, -and meanwhile we’re getting ourselves into good shape. -If they don’t buck up and do something soon we shall -try elsewhere. But we’d sooner be London Scottish than -anything else.”</p> - -<p>“You see, the girls there think we’d look so well in -kilts,” broke in Noel.</p> - -<p>“What on earth gave you any such impression as that, -my child?” asked Honor.</p> - -<p>“Oh, we can see it in your eyes.”</p> - -<p>“Ah,—little boys see what they want to see sometimes.”</p> - -<p>“When we can. Can’t always, can we, Mac?”</p> - -<p>“Come along, you hungry ones,” called Mrs Dare from -the doorway, and they sped away for a very necessary -wash before eating.</p> - -<p>Alma’s short leave expired at ten o’clock, and as Con -had promised to return her safely to the hospital by that -hour, they had to set off in such time as would allow a -margin for contingencies.</p> - -<p>Their good-byes were outwardly cheerful enough, and as -exuberant as high and hopeful spirits could make them. -But, below all the surface confidence and fortitude, not -one of their hearts but was saying to itself—“This is the -beginning of partings,” and was asking itself—“Shall we -ever all meet again?” And the necessity for smothering, -as far as might be, the chill possibilities evoked -by these importunate voices, made the younger folk -but the more outwardly determined on most valiant -gaiety.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">110</span></p> - -<p>“Meet you across there, maybe, old man,” said Noel.</p> - -<p>“I’ll be on the look-out for you. Do my best for you -in case of need.”</p> - -<p>“Do be careful not to lose one another on the way -home,” begged Vic, with an assumption of anxiety. “You -are very young, you see, and naturally somewhat entêtés -at the moment.”</p> - -<p>“I’m inclined to think we really ought to go with them,” -said Honor. “They may wander away hand-in-hand, and -never be heard of again. Get your hat, Vic, and we’ll -go.”</p> - -<p>“Right-o!” said Noel. “We’re on. We’ll go along too -to take care of you.”</p> - -<p>“Then we’ll stop at home,” said Honor resignedly. -“We couldn’t think of taking you out again after your -hard day’s play.”</p> - -<p>“To say nothing of the fact that your southern extremities -are inches thick with mud,” said Vic. “Everybody -we met would think we’d taken to walking out with -the gardener’s <span class="locked">boys——”</span></p> - -<p>“Or the young butcherlings. Yes, we’re sorry, dears,”—to -Con and Alma, “but under the circumstances I’m -afraid you’ll have to find your way by yourselves.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll manage somehow,” said Con, and in their good-byes -to the older folk there were suspiciously shining eyes -and lingering hand-grips and convulsive kissings which -told their own tales.</p> - -<p>“The beginning of partings!”... “Shall we ever all -meet again?” ... and hearts were heavy though faces -smiled.</p> - -<p>“God bless you both and keep you from all harm!” -was Mrs. Dare’s last word, and with that in their hearts -they ran across to say good-bye to Auntie Mitt, who said -exactly the same words and made no assumption of anything -but gloomiest forebodings as to the future.</p> - -<p>As to the Colonel, when they had actually gone, he -blew his nose like a trumpet-blast, till his moustache -bristled white against the dark-redness of his face, and he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">111</span> -turned back into the room with a fervent,—“Damn the -Kaiser and all his works!... I trust you will excuse -me, best of friends!”</p> - -<p>“I will excuse you,” said Mrs Dare. “It is terrible -for one man to have such power for ill in his hands.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">112</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XII">XII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">At</span> the station Con got another taxi.</p> - -<p>“We could not stand the train to-night,” he said, -as they swept down into the high-road, and he -slipped an arm round her and drew her close and kissed -her. “This will be our last little spell together for some -time probably.... You’ve not felt any qualms or -regrets yet?”</p> - -<p>“Do I feel as if I had?” and she nestled the closer -inside his protecting arm. “I shall never feel anything -but glad, Con, ... whatever comes. We belong to one -another and nothing can take that from us.... But -you will be very careful, dear, for my sake, won’t you?”</p> - -<p>“I will, dear. Be sure of that.... For the rest, we -are in God’s hands and we must just leave it at that.”</p> - -<p>They did not talk very much. It was enough to feel -one another so close in body and closer still in heart,—enough -to lie back in the shadow, with arms and hands -interwoven, while the taxi whirled in and out of the -lamp-lights, and Alma’s face, sweet and strong in the -restraint she was imposing on herself, swam up out of -the darkness like a beautiful cameo growing under the -unseen touch of a master-hand,—dim ... clear ... -perfect, to his hungry eyes, as the face of an angel in -its confident hope and trust ... then in a moment it -was gone, and all he had was the feel of her as he watched -for the first glimmer of her face again in the darkness.</p> - -<p>They did not talk much, because there was so much to -say—so little need to say it—so much that could never -be put into words. Silence and nearness sufficed them,—the -silence of overfull hearts, the nearness of souls about -to part,—perhaps, as each well knew, for ever.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">113</span></p> - -<p>“Wife!” said Con one time, drawing her still closer, -though that had seemed impossible.</p> - -<p>“My husband!” murmured Alma, and drew his head -down with her arm and kissed him passionately.</p> - -<p>An unforgettable ride, and all too soon at an end.</p> - -<p>Con stopped the cab a hundred yards this side of the -hospital, and they walked slowly on towards the great -gateway.</p> - -<p>It was still one minute to ten as they stopped there in -its shadow. There was little traffic at that time of night -and few passers-by.</p> - -<p>He took her face gently between his hands and held it -before him. He could not see it but he knew the pure -sweet eyes were looking straight up into his.</p> - -<p>A big clock in the distance boomed the first stroke of -ten. Their time was up. He kissed her fervently, a -kiss for each stroke, and she kissed him back.</p> - -<p>“May God in His great mercy have us both in His -keeping!” he said, hoarse with the depth of his feeling.</p> - -<p>“Dear ... He will!”</p> - -<p>He turned and pressed the button of the bell. The -door opened and, with one more look, full of confident -hope, she was gone—and in tears before the door closed, -but that he did not know.</p> - -<p>With that last sweet sight of her—to him the fairest -vision of Faith and Hope and Love Incarnate that ever -was or could be—he turned and walked away along the -dark empty street, slowly and heavily, and felt his life -for the moment as dark and empty as the street.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">114</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XIII">XIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">When</span> Lois Dare and Ray Luard came downstairs -on the morning of August 7, they found the dark-panelled -little salon of the ‘Golden Lion’ as cheerfully -bright as a blazing fire and a pale sunbeam could -make it; and outside, the upper alps of Urseren Thal -were swathed with long wreaths of mist, above which -the white tops of the Spitzberge shone like silver in the -sunshine.</p> - -<p>Freda came hastening in with the coffee and milk and a -distressed face on their account.</p> - -<p>“But it is too bad for you,” she burst out. “They -have just sent us word on the telephone that there will -be no diligence to-day, nor any more at all. All the horses -are wanted for the war,—ach!—the cursed war! It will -be the ruin of us all.”</p> - -<p>“That’s all right, Freda,” said Lois cheerfully. “Don’t -worry about it on our account. We’ll manage quite -well.”</p> - -<p>“We walked here, you see,” said Ray. “And we’ll -just walk on over the Furka and down the valley till we -get to Montreux—if there are no trains running.”</p> - -<p>“But, mon Dieu, what a walk! To Montreux! It -will take you weeks!”</p> - -<p>“Not a bit. We get along quicker than that. So get -our bill made out,—that’s a good girl, and we’ll start -as soon as we’ve finished breakfast.”</p> - -<p>“Shall I put you up some lunch, monsieur and mademoiselle?”</p> - -<p>“No,” said Ray, after a moment’s thought. “We’ll -have a proper lunch and a good rest at the Furkablick,—or -the Belvédère, if we can get that far, and then get on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">115</span> -to Oberwald. I don’t want to stop at Gletsch,” at which -Freda smiled knowingly.</p> - -<p>She added four different kinds of cheese to their menu, -buzzed about them to see that they laid in adequate -supplies of honey and blaeberry jam, and finally brought -them a bill which surprised them by its modesty and -provided Ray with a pocketful of change out of a five-pound -note.</p> - -<p>From the length of time Freda took to bring back the -change he opined that she had had some difficulty in -obtaining it. But how much he never knew.</p> - -<p>For Madame of the hotel had, for the first time in -her life, looked dubiously at an English five-pound -note.</p> - -<p>“But, Freda,” she said, “Will that be all right if -England is beaten in the war, as they say she will be?”</p> - -<p>“She won’t,” said Freda oracularly. “And in any case -an English five-pound note is always good.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. It always has been, <span class="locked">but——”</span></p> - -<p>“I will change it myself then. I have no fear of England -being beaten by any pigs of Germans. It’s enough to -make you sick just to hear them eat,” and she took the -note and climbed up to her own small room, and opened -her box, and got out the other box in which she kept her -savings, and came back with the change in her hands, -much of it in five-franc pieces.</p> - -<p>“Là!” she chirped triumphantly. “There then is -madame’s money, and here is monsieur’s change. I would -not have them think we doubt them,—no, not for five -francs,” and she went off with the receipted bill and the -change on a plate.</p> - -<p>“Freda,” said Ray, as he added a lordly remembrance -for herself, “I’d like to stop here for a month.”</p> - -<p>“Well—why not? Monsieur and mademoiselle will be -very welcome indeed,” and Freda’s beam was a thing to -remember.</p> - -<p>“Duty calls, my child. We’re going to Montreux to -get married, you know, and then we want to get home<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">116</span> -as soon as circumstances will permit. Any news this -morning?”</p> - -<p>“By the telephone they say there is terrible fighting -in Belgium. The poor little country! I was there for a -year, in Bruxelles. They are such nice quiet people, but -not great fighters, I would think. And the Germans—they -are strong. Oh, it is terrible to think of.”</p> - -<p>Half an hour later, while the sun was still wrestling -with the mist-wreaths, they were climbing the long straight -road to Realp. Turning off there by the second bridge, -they took the old road in order to avoid the endless zig-zags -of the new one, and following the telegraph posts -they mounted rapidly towards the little Galenstock Hotel.</p> - -<p>On the Ebneten Alp, below the hotel, they sat down on -a glacier-scored boulder for a last look over the Urseren-Thal -and a rest before tackling the Furka. It was a -wonderful sight—the wide green sweep of the valley right -to the great white barracks at Andermatt and the zig-zags -of the Oberalp-road beyond;—on the one side, the -sprawling green and gray limbs of Spitzberge, still dappled -with mist-wreaths but shining like frosted silver up above;—on -the other side Piz Lucendro, with the Wyttenwasser-Thal -and glacier below it;—and the upward road which -led to the Furka was all white with snow.</p> - -<p>It made the walking more difficult, but the air was -crisp and clear up there and the very fact of walking on -snow was exhilarating. In places it was over their shoe-tops -and the drifts by the road side, when they plunged -their poles into them, were many feet deep.</p> - -<p>Far away below them in the Garschen-Thal they could -see the cuttings and bridges for the new railway from -Brigue to Disentis and Ilanz, but there was no work going -on. The men had all gone to the front, and the unnatural -offence of their blastings and delvings was for the time -being suspended, though the scars and wounds of their -previous efforts remained in painful evidence.</p> - -<p>Presently they walked up into a mist-wreath and had -the novel experience of plodding along an invisible road<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">117</span> -smothered in close-packed glimmering whiteness. The -sun outside was evidently shining brilliantly on the thick -bank of mist, but, so far, its rays failed to disperse it and -penetrated only in a weird luminous diffusion, which had -a most curious effect on the senses.</p> - -<p>It made Lois’s head spin till she reeled dizzily along and -at last clung to Ray’s arm for safety.</p> - -<p>“I believe I’m drunk,” she laughed mazedly. “Have -we had anything stronger than coffee this morning?”</p> - -<p>“Not that I remember,” laughed Ray, in the same high-strung -way. “Unless you slipped into one of the hotels -we passed unbeknown to me. It’s queer, isn’t it? I feel -absolutely light-headed. In fact I think the top front of -my head is coming off. Hel-lo! Who’s this now?”</p> - -<p>This was a burly overcoated sentry, who loomed suddenly -large in front of them and courteously informed them that -they must keep to the lower road as this one led only to -the barracks. So they stumbled back till they came -on the main road again, and feeling their way by -the granite posts, set up along the side of the road -to keep the diligence from tumbling over into the valley, -they came at last to the Furkablick Hotel, and were -glad to grope into the hall and warm themselves at the -blazing stove.</p> - -<p>“We can’t possibly go on if it keeps like this,” said -Ray. “It’s neither safe nor wholesome. We can see -nothing and might find ourselves walking over the edge -into the valley.”</p> - -<p>“Suppose we have lunch and a good rest, and perhaps it -will draw off. How far is it to the place we were to stop -for the night?”</p> - -<p>“It’s about six miles to the Gletsch,—a bit less by the -short cuts, and four miles or so on to Oberwald.”</p> - -<p>“Say three hours. We can give it a couple of hours to -clear off, or even more if necessary.”</p> - -<p>So they fared sumptuously, and both fell fast asleep in -big arm chairs near the stove in the salon afterwards, and -when Ray yawned and woke it was close on three o’clock,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">118</span> -and the sun had won and the mountains all round were -shining white against the clear deep blue.</p> - -<p>There was no one else in the salon. There seemed, in -fact, no one else in the hotel except a few officers who kept -to the smoking-room. So he kissed Lois awake, and in five -minutes they were footing it gaily up the Furka road, -with the Bernese giants towering in front and dwarfing all -the lesser wonders closer at hand.</p> - -<p>“That must be Finsteraarhorn,” said Ray, pointing to -the highest and sharpest peak. “And that one further -on is probably Jungfrau, but I know her better from the -other side.”</p> - -<p>Then they passed the fortifications and turned a corner, -and the great Rhone glacier lay below them, dappled here -and there, where the sun got into the hollows, with the -most wonderful flecks of fairy colour—tenderly vivid and -lucently diaphanous blues and greens so magically blended -that Lois caught her breath at the sight.</p> - -<p>“How beautiful! How beautiful!” she murmured. -“It is a dream-colour, but I never dreamed anything half -so lovely.”</p> - -<p>He could hardly get her along. She wanted to stop at -every second step to gloat on some fresh wonder. But -they came at last, by slow degrees, to the point, just below -the Belvédère, where sturdy pedestrians can drop from -the main road into the valley and so avoid the tedious -winding-ways.</p> - -<p>“We’ll get down here, if you think you can manage it,” -said Ray. “Then we can get right up to the glacier-foot -where the Rhone comes out. It’s worth seeing, but it’s -a bit of a scramble down unless they’ve improved the -path.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll manage it all right if you’ll go first and show me -the way.”</p> - -<p>So they started on that somewhat precarious descent, -and had gone but a little way when Ray began to be sorry -he had not stuck to the solider footing of the road.</p> - -<p>For the apology of a path had in places disappeared<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">119</span> -entirely under the attrition of the wet season and many -heavy boots. Whole lumps of it had slipped away and -left gaps and slides down which a rough-clad Switzer -might flounder with possible impunity, but which suggested -serious possibilities to the ordinary traveller.</p> - -<p>He had gone on hoping it would improve, but it did -not. Instead it grew worse. But if falling down such -awkward slides was no easy matter, re-climbing them to -gain the high road was next to impossible.</p> - -<p>They bumped and slipped and floundered downwards -as best they could.</p> - -<p>“I’m truly sorry,” he said, as he helped her down one -specially awkward place. “It was nothing like this last -time I came.”</p> - -<p>“It’s all right,” she laughed. “It’s fun—all in the -day’s work. Don’t tumble right out of sight if you can -help it.”</p> - -<p>And then he did. A lump of rock to which he had -trusted his foot came squawking out of the wet bank, and -he and it went down together a good half-dozen yards.</p> - -<p>He brought up with his rucksac over his head and -turned at once to see to her safety.</p> - -<p>“All right,” he shouted. “No bones broken. But I -don’t advise you to try it. Strike to the right and try -and find a better place. Throw me down your rucksac -and cloak, then you’ll be free-er.”</p> - -<p>She dropped them down to him, with a startled look on -her face, and he scrambled round, as well as he could so -laden, to meet her round the corner. But she had to -make quite a long détour before she came at last on another -and less precarious path and was at last able to join him.</p> - -<p>“Sure you weren’t hurt?” she asked anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Quite sure. Bit scraped, that’s all. I suppose it’s -the rains that have boggled the path so. Now, if we keep -on round here we’ll be able to get right up to the ice-cave -where the stream comes out. Here’s the rain on again. -Better put that cloak on,” and they scrambled on over -the rough detritus from the glacier and the hillsides till<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">120</span> -they reached the ice-foot, and stood looking into the -weird blue-green hollow out of which the gray glacier -water came rushing as though in haste to find a more -congenial atmosphere.</p> - -<p>“It’s the most wonderful colour I’ve ever seen,” she -said, drinking it in with wide appreciative eyes. “It -hardly looks real and earthly. It looks as though a breath -would make it vanish. I suppose if we got inside there it -would simply be all white.”</p> - -<p>But just then, in sullen warning, a solid lump of overhanging -ice came down with a crash, and a volley of stones -came shooting at them mixed with its splinters, and they -turned and went on their way down the stony valley.</p> - -<p>The rain ceased again just as they arrived at the big -hotel, and as Ray swung off his cloak and shook it, Lois -laughed and said,</p> - -<p>“When we get to Oberwald you must hand me over -your trousers and I’ll stitch them up.”</p> - -<p>“Why?—what?—” and he clapped his hands to his -hips to feel the damage, while Lois still stood laughing -at the rents and tears which his cloak had so far hidden.</p> - -<p>“I should keep my cloak on if I were you,” she suggested, -and then asked quickly, “Why—Ray? What is -it? Are you more hurt than you thought?”—for the -look on his face was one of concern if not of actual consternation.</p> - -<p>“I am,” he jerked, with a pinch on his face, and then -he felt hastily in his other pockets and the tension slackened -somewhat. “But it’s not in my person,—only in my -pocket. Would you mind kicking me, dear? Here,—we’ll -go round the corner,” and he stepped back the way -they had come. “And—would you also mind telling me -what money you have in your pocket or your rucksac.”</p> - -<p>“Not very much, I’m afraid. Two or three pounds, I -think. Why?”</p> - -<p>“Because,” he said, displaying the catastrophe. “That -stupid slip of mine has busted my hip-pocket and all our -money’s gone. All except the change out of this morning’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">121</span> -five-pounder. With that and yours we can get to Montreux -all right, and I can wire from there to Uncle Tony, -but it’s confoundedly <span class="locked">stupid,——”</span></p> - -<p>“Couldn’t we find it if we went back?”</p> - -<p>“I’m going to try, but you’ll stop here and have some -tea to pass the time.”</p> - -<p>“Oh no, I won’t. It’s share and share alike. Aren’t -we almost man and wife? Come along! We’ll have a -hunt for our money anyway,” and she led the way back -towards the glacier.</p> - -<p>They searched for an hour, but looking for a flat leather -purse in that stony land was like searching for the proverbial -needle in the haystack. They found the exact -spot where Ray took his sudden slide, but search below it -discovered nothing. They followed step by step the way -he had taken till he met Lois and then, as well as they -could, the path they had taken to the ice-foot. But there -was no sign of the purse and he came to the conclusion -that his pocket was probably torn by the slide and the -purse fell out of it later on,—anywhere down the two-mile -stretch of stony valley between them and the hotel.</p> - -<p>They paced it with meticulous care, searching cautiously, -but found nothing, and at last gave it up and went on,—soberly -as regards Ray, amusedly as regards Lois, who -persisted in looking only at the humorous side of the -matter.</p> - -<p>“We’ll walk all the way,” she laughed, “and pick out -the cheapest-looking hotels, and you’ll have to haggle like -a German about terms.”</p> - -<p>“I’m awfully sick of myself for being such an ass,” he -said gloomily. “It’s hateful to be short of cash in a -strange land. I often used to run it pretty close. I -remember once reaching home from this very place with -only a halfpenny in my pocket. I remember I wanted a -cup of tea on the train, more than I’d ever wanted one -before, and I had to go without.”</p> - -<p>“Had you lost your purse then also?” asked Lois -mischievously.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">122</span></p> - -<p>“No,—just stopped longer than I’d planned and ran it -a bit too fine.”</p> - -<p>They plodded into Oberwald just before dark, and -stumped heavily up the steep wooden steps that led from -the stony road to the door of the little Furka Hotel, fairly -tired out with the day’s walk, which their diversion in -search of Ray’s purse had extended, he reckoned, to close -on five-and-twenty miles, and he proceeded to haggle with -the depressed-looking landlady like any German of them -all.</p> - -<p>She was glad enough to have them, however, even on -their own terms, and gave them a quite sufficient supper, -in which three different kinds of sausage, and veal in -several guises, figured principally; and her bed-rooms, -if somewhat meagrely furnished, were at all events clean. -And they went up early to bed, tired with their long tramp -and still tireder,—as Ray expressed it, concerning himself—of -playing the fool with his money and throwing it about -for some wiser man to pick up.</p> - -<p>The landlady knew nothing about the war, except that -the diligences had stopped running because the horses -were wanted, and most of the men had gone—to Thun, -or Berne, she was not quite sure where, but it was all -because of the talk of war, and she did not hold with -any of it,—stopping business and upsetting everybody -and everything.</p> - -<p>Oberwald, they decided, could not at the best of times -be a very inspiring place. Under the shadow of the -war-cloud it was dismal. They had early breakfast on -the wooden platform outside the front door, while the -deserted village below and about them roused itself, -lazily and obviously against the grain, to its day’s -work.</p> - -<p>But Ray was obviously not up to his usual standard, -even though Lois had borrowed needle and thread from -the landlady and had patched up his rents with deft -fingers and visible enjoyment at being of service to him.</p> - -<p>“You’re not letting that old purse worry you, are you?”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">123</span> -she had asked, as they sat over their coffee and cheese -and honey on the wooden platform.</p> - -<p>“Not at the loss of it, though the stupidity of losing -anything always annoys me. It’s the possible consequences -I’m thinking of. It came on me all in a heap -in the night that it’s just possible we may have difficulty -in communicating with them at home if things are really -bad. I wish to goodness we could get some definite news. -I wanted very much to take you up the Eggishorn—it’s -just close here, and it seems a shame to pass right under -it without going up. You don’t really know what a -glacier’s like till you’ve seen the Aletsch. But....”</p> - -<p>“I think we’d better go right on. We can come back -some other time and see all these things. Suppose they -shouldn’t have got your telegram from Leipsic! They’ll -be getting frightfully anxious about us. Let us get on as -quickly as possible.”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid there’s nothing else for it,” he said regretfully. -“Let’s see now—it would take us at least four -days to walk down the valley to Montreux.... How -much money did you say you have with you?”</p> - -<p>“I’ve got three pounds, five shillings. I’ll get it for -you.”</p> - -<p>“No. Better keep it safe. I might lose it, you know. -Well, four days’ tramping at the lowest possible rate means -at least forty francs. It will pay us to take the train from -Brigue. There’s a quick train about mid-day, I remember -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">... that is, if it’s still running. They may have taken</span> -the trains off also. It comes from Milan, you see, through -the Simplon.”</p> - -<p>“Third class?”</p> - -<p>“Rather. I’ve come home by it more than once, and -it’s generally packed with Italians, who are not the -pleasantest of travelling companions. But needs must -when you’re such a fool as to lose your purse,—and they’re -probably all being kept at home just now anyway. We -had a tough day yesterday, so to-day we’ll just jog along -to Fiesch. That’s another place I wanted you to stop at.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">124</span> -Most fascinating country, all the hillsides covered with -little irrigation channels about a foot wide, and the natives -spend most of their time turning them on and off. That’s -where you strike up for the Eggishorn ... and the -Märjelen See ... and then there’s Binn.... It’s a -mighty pity to pass them all ...” and he rattled the -few coins in his pocket thoughtfully.</p> - -<p>But—“Needs must!” said Lois firmly, anxious to get -into touch with the outer world again and especially with -the folks at home.</p> - -<p>“Wait a bit!” said Ray thoughtfully, and got down -the map from its peg in the hall, and began figuring with -his pencil on the back of the bill the landlady had just -brought him, which came to 9.50 francs for the two of -them. “Just ... you ... wait ... a bit ... my -child!” and he measured and figured away with immense -energy and growing enjoyment.</p> - -<p>“We can do it all right,” he burst out at last. “See -here!—We’ve got 160 francs left after settling up here. -We’ll get Madame here to put us up the usual trampers’ -lunch,—that’s one franc each. We’ll walk on to Fiesch -and then up to the little Firnegarten Inn—small but -clean—on the Fiescher Alp, and stop the night there. -That’ll be, say, 10 francs. It would cost us more down -below. To-morrow we’ll make an early start and climb -up to the Märjelen See and the Eggishorn, taking our -lunch with us again. Then we’ll come down by the big -hotel,—we can only afford to look at the outside of it -this time,—and walk along the ridge to Rieder Alp. It’s -wonderful,—worth coming all the way from England for,—that -and the Aletsch. Stop the night at Rieder Alp. -That will be say 12 francs, if I haggle well. And next -day we’ll walk down to Brigue and Oberried and Bitsch -and the Massa, and get the mid-day train there for -<span class="locked">Montreux,——”</span></p> - -<p>“If it’s running.”</p> - -<p>“If not we’ll just toddle on.”</p> - -<p>“But can we afford it?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">125</span></p> - -<p>“Including fares and all it will come to just about as -much as four days’ tramping along the road. And two -days up aloft here are worth forty days on that road. The -road’s fine but it’s not to be compared with the bridle -path along Rieder-Alp.”</p> - -<p>He was so obviously set on it that, in spite of her -anxiety to get on, she had not the heart to raise any objection, -and five minutes later they were on the road, with the -dew-drenched green slopes above and below them shimmering -like diamond-dust in the early sunshine, and Ray’s -spirits at their highest again at this getting the better -of the misfortune that would have done them out of the -best bit of the journey.</p> - -<p>As to the fact that they would arrive in Montreux with -only 120 francs between them, that did not trouble him -in the slightest now that they were going up aloft.</p> - -<p>“I’ll wire Uncle Tony the very first thing when we get -there. It’ll be quite all right, you’ll see, my child. ‘The -year’s at the <span class="locked">Spring——’”</span></p> - -<p>“Ninth of August!”</p> - -<p>“That’s nothing. It’s our year I’m talking of, and it’s -only a week or so after New Year’s Day.... ‘The day’s -at the morn. Morning’s at <span class="locked">seven;’——”</span></p> - -<p>“Nearer eight,”—with a glance at her wrist-watch.</p> - -<p>“‘The hillside’s <span class="locked">dew-pearled,’——”</span></p> - -<p>“Undoubtedly,”—with a comprehensive wave of the -hand uphill and down.</p> - -<p>“‘The lark’s on the <span class="locked">wing;’——”</span></p> - -<p>“Maybe—somewhere.”</p> - -<p>“‘The snail’s on the thorn; God’s in His Heaven; -All’s right with the world!’”</p> - -<p>“With your and my little world. But, oh, I wonder -what’s going on outside there, Ray! It’s terrible to think -of war at any time, even though we none of us really know -what it means. But for all the Great Powers to be flying -at one another’s throats,—and England too! I can’t -realise it.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t try, child. Rhenius may have caught some<span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">126</span> -flying nightmare by the tail. I haven’t much faith in -Italian newspapers. Anyway we’ll make the most of -these few days of grace and be thankful for them.... -You see, if things really are as bad as he said, we may be -stuck for some time in Switzerland, and an extra day up -here in heaven will make no difference in the end and is -all to the good now. Learn to gather your roses while -you may, my child,” and his determined enjoyment carried -the day.</p> - -<p>They made Fiesch about noon, and Ray marched her -right through the little town to the house he had stopped -at more than once—the cosy-looking little Hotel des Alpes, -near where the rushing Fieschbach flung its gray waters -into those of the Rhone.</p> - -<p>They knew him there and were much hurt that he had -not come to stop with them again, and were greatly interested -in Lois. He had to explain matters very fully before -they were pacified sufficiently to permit him to have a -bottle of Asti, with a small table and two chairs outside -in the sunshine, and the mistress and the two comely -maids hung about them all the time they ate their Oberwald -lunch of bread and sausage and cheese and biscuits, -and insisted on supplementing it with apples and pears -and grapes, grumbling good-humouredly at him and -chattering and giving such news as they had.</p> - -<p>“You’d do much better to stop with us. Firnegarten -cannot keep very much of a table up there, you know. -Most people go right on to the Jungfrau Hotel for the -<span class="locked">night——”</span></p> - -<p>“I know. But we’re pauper-tramps, you see, till we -get to Montreux, and we have to look twice at every sou. -You see, I was fool enough to lose my purse up at Gletsch -<span class="locked">there——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ach! To lose your purse! That was foolishness. -But if you had come to us we would have helped you.”</p> - -<p>“It’s awfully good of you, and we’re going to come -back here as soon as ever we can. There’s heaps of things -I want to show mademoiselle,—Binn, and the Fiescher<span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">127</span> -Glacier, and Ernen—oh, heaps. But now we’ve got to get -on. We’re going to get married as soon as we reach -Montreux, but I couldn’t bear to stump along the road -down here when Aletsch and the Rieder-Alp called me. -Mademoiselle is not at all sure we’re doing the right thing -in not going straight on.”</p> - -<p>“You will never regret it, mademoiselle,” they assured -her.</p> - -<p>“Though, of course, when one is hurrying along to -get married,—” interjected one of the girls thoughtfully.</p> - -<p>“The Great Aletsch is a thing to see before one dies,—” -continued Madame.</p> - -<p>“Or even before one gets married, when you have to -pass right under it,” said Ray. “And the <span class="locked">Märjelen——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ach—the poor Märjelen! It is gone. It got a hole -in it somewhere and all the water has run out, and so now -there is nothing to see.”</p> - -<p>“So! But the Aletsch is still there?”</p> - -<p>“Och, yes! The Aletsch can never run away through -a hole. There it is and there it will remain till the world -comes to an end.”</p> - -<p>“And the war? What news have you?”</p> - -<p>“They are fighting terribly over there, it seems,—at -some place called Liége. But we do not hear very much -since the diligence stopped. And all our visitors went -away at once. We were quite full and not one has come -since. War is bad for everybody. For me, I cannot -understand what people want to fight for. It will not -come into Switzerland, do you think, monsieur?”</p> - -<p>“I shouldn’t think so, but when war once starts you -never know where it will stop. And I’ve no doubt Germany -would be only too glad to get hold of Switzerland if she -got half a chance.”</p> - -<p>“Ach—those Germans! No, I do not like them. Whenever -I see one come in here I say to myself, ‘Another -trouble-maker!’ They are never satisfied, and they want -everything—except to pay proper prices. No, I do not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">128</span> -like them. If they all get killed in the fighting I shall -not care one bit.”</p> - -<p>Their leave-taking could hardly have been warmer if -Madame had been jingling in her hand a whole month’s -pension fees instead of the price of a modest bottle of -Asti, and presently they were slowly and steadily climbing -the steep and stony path to Firnegarten.</p> - -<p>The maid in charge there was sister to one of those -down below, and she also remembered Ray. She was -much astonished at their intention of stopping the night -there, and laughed merrily when Ray proceeded to hammer -her price down to his level and then explained why he -was, for once, acting like a German.</p> - -<p>She made them very comfortable, however, in a simple -way, and obviously enjoyed their company. They went -early to bed, and were well on their way up the Fiescher -Alp soon after seven next morning.</p> - -<p>It was close on noon before they struggled up the tumbled -débris of the top, and sank down on a flat rock, with that -great glory of the Aletsch glacier sweeping down in front -of them, from the great snow-basins of Jungfrau and -Finsteraarhorn, till it curled out of sight behind the green -ridges of Rieder-Alp away down below them on the left.</p> - -<p>“The Chariots of the Lord!” came involuntarily to -Lois’s lips as she sat gazing on it, and her eyes followed -the strange dark parallel lines which ran throughout its -length and looked exactly like gigantic wheel-tracks. -“What makes them?”</p> - -<p>“The continuous slow downward movement of the ice, -I believe. It picks off earth and stones from the sidewalls -and gradually throws them into exact lines like -that. Curious, isn’t it? I remember it struck me in -just the same way the first time I saw it.”</p> - -<p>It was long before she could be got to look at anything -else.</p> - -<p>“I can’t help expecting it all the time to do something,” -she explained.</p> - -<p>“I know. But it never does. See!—that’s Jungfrau<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">129</span> -over there, and that one is Finsteraarhorn. And round -this other side you can see the Matterhorn and Mont -Blanc. Those big white lumps are the Mischabels.”</p> - -<p>In time he got her to start on her lunch, though she -asserted that it felt like eating in church,—desecration.</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you insisted on coming,” she said softly. -“It is a sight one could never forget,” and he was radiant.</p> - -<p>“And to think,” she said again, presently, “that over -yonder the guns are booming and men are doing everything -they know to kill one another! Isn’t it dreadful -to think of—in face of this great silent wonder which -takes one’s thoughts right up to God?”</p> - -<p>“It’s simply brutal.... I just hope whoever’s to -blame for bringing it about will get whipped out of -existence.”</p> - -<p>He could hardly drag her away. She vowed she could -never weary of that most wonderful sight, and was certain -it would begin to move if they only waited long enough. -And so it was a very tired but very well-satisfied pair -that dropped into the first chairs they came to in the -homely little Riederalp Hotel, with barely enough energy -left to arrange terms on the German plan.</p> - -<p>Next morning they came down the steep wooded ways -by Oberried and Bitsch and the Massa gorge, and reached -Brigue exactly fifteen minutes before a train started for -Montreux.</p> - -<p>The run down the Rhone Valley and up to Montreux -was full of enjoyment, tempered only by their doubts -as to being able to get any further than that.</p> - -<p>Ray pointed out to her all the things he knew,—the new -Lötschberg line away up on the opposite mountain-side,—the -openings of Nicolai Thal, leading to Zermatt and Saas -Fée,—the Val d’Anniviers leading to Zinal, and the Val -d’Herens to Arolla, and promised to take her to them -all when the times got re-jointed. Then they were at -Martigny, and presently the flat delta and the upper -end of the lake came into sight, and Chillon, and they -were at Montreux.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">130</span></p> - -<p>Ray enquired at once from the station-master as to -trains for Paris.</p> - -<p>“Paris, mon Dieu?” jerked that much harassed -official. “Ask again in a fortnight’s time, monsieur, -and perhaps we shall know something then!” and Ray -made at once for the Post Office and wrote out a telegram -to Uncle Tony,—“Just arrived here. Both well. Lost -purse. Send cash Poste Restante.”</p> - -<p>The young man behind the official window looked at -the address and said in excellent English, “We can send -it from here, but we cannot make sure it will ever get -there. You see it must go through France or Germany, -and they are fighting and everything is disarranged.... -It is very awkward,” as they looked at one another in -dismay.</p> - -<p>“Very awkward!” said Ray. “Please do your best. -Are letters coming through?”</p> - -<p>“Not from England for some days. Doubtless in time -matters will arrange themselves.”</p> - -<p>In time, doubtless! But the one thing about which -there was no doubt whatever was the fact that they were -in a strange land, cut off from communication with their -own, and that the sum total of their united funds amounted -to something under five pounds,—and there was no saying -when they could procure more.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">131</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XIV">XIV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">Alma</span> at St Barnabas’s, and Mrs Dare at The Red -House each received a brief note from Con, from -Southampton, saying he was leaving immediately -but was not permitted to say more.</p> - -<p>He seemed in the best of spirits and said he had plenty -to do. After that the vail of war fell between him and -them, and to them was left the harder task of possessing -their souls in hope, with such patient endurance as they -could draw from higher hidden sources. Both, however,—Alma -in her crowded ward, and Mrs Dare in the less -strenuous and so the more meditative sphere of home,—went -about their daily tasks with tranquil faces which -permitted no sign to show of the fears that might be in -them. It was their quiet part in the crisis to give of -their best and suffer in silence, as it was the part of the -millions of other women similarly circumstanced.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare had perhaps the heaviest burden to bear at -this time, and in spite of his attempts at cheerfulness the -weight of it was apparent in him. His business at a -deadlock, valued customers urgently claiming the fulfilment -of contracts, the goods they wanted hermetically -sealed within the flaming borders of Germany and Austria, -accounts for goods sent to those countries falling due, -and no money forthcoming from abroad to meet them. -No wonder he looked harassed and aged, and at times -grew somewhat irritable under the strain.</p> - -<p>What his wife was to him in those days none but he -knew,—not even Mrs Dare herself in full. In her own -quiet fashion she would at times draw him gently on to -unburden himself to her in a way that would have been -impossible to anyone else, and her great good sense would<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">132</span> -seek out the hopeful possibilities and tone down the -asperities of life. And when things were past speaking -about she would show, by her silent sympathy and brave -face, that she understood but still had faith in the future.</p> - -<p>But for an unusually alert and active business man to -find himself, without warning, plunged suddenly into a -perfect morass of difficulties, for which no blame attached -to anyone save to the blind precipitancy of untoward -circumstance;—to find himself helplessly idle where his -days had always been briskly over-full,—it was enough -to drive any man off his balance, and in some cases it did.</p> - -<p>He went down to St Mary Axe each morning and stopped -there all day in gloomy exasperation. He explained his -situation to irritated clamourers for goods till he grew -sick of explaining. He was grateful when release came -at night; and in the night he lay awake at times and -hugged to himself the few precious hours which still -intervened before he must shoulder his burden again. -Sunday he looked forward to, all the week long, as a dies -non when business matters ceased perforce from troubling -and his weary soul could take its rest. He longed for -weeks of Sundays. At times, in his utter weariness, the -thought of the final unbroken rest made infinite appeal -to him.</p> - -<p>The complete lack of any word from Lois and Ray added -not a little to their anxieties. The Colonel, indeed, never -would admit any possibility of mischance in the matter.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you worry, Mrs Mother,” he would adjure her. -“They’re having the time of their lives somewhere or -other, I’ll wager you a sovereign.”</p> - -<p>“If they’re shut up in Germany it may be a very unpleasant -time,” argued Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“But they’re not. Ray’s no fool and he got out of -that trap instanter. Of that I’m certain. Where to I -can’t, of course, say. Tirol seems nearest, from the -<span class="locked">map——”</span></p> - -<p>“That’s Austria,” said Mrs Dare quietly.</p> - -<p>“Well then, Switzerland—Russia—Italy—anywhere,—I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">133</span> -don’t know. But if he’s still in Germany he’s a much -bigger fool than I ever thought him. They’re all right. -Don’t you worry!”—which was all most excellent in -intention but did not bring to the anxious mother-heart -the comfort that one word from the missing ones would -have done.</p> - -<p>But the Colonel was too busy to waste time and energy -in worrying, and, besides, he was not given that way. -Immediately on the declaration of war, he had donned -his uniform and gone down to Whitehall and tendered his -services in any capacity whatever. His bluff, antique -enthusiasm overcame even the natural repugnance of War-Office -messengers to further the wishes of any but their -own immediate chiefs, and he succeeded in seeing Lord -Kitchener, whom he had not met since they toiled up Nile -together in quest of Gordon.</p> - -<p>The quiet, level-eyed man, who had gone so far and -high since those days, gave him cordial greeting and -expressed the hope that the younger generation would -exhibit equal public spirit, in which case this belated -creation of a sufficient fighting force would prosper to the -extent of his wishes, which he acknowledged were great, -though not more than the dire necessities of the case -called for. He tactfully switched the Colonel’s enthusiasm -on to the recruiting branch line, and the fiery little warrior -had since then been devoting himself, heart and soul, to -the business of presenting Kitchener’s Army to the youth -of Willstead and neighbourhood as the one and only -legitimate outlet for its duty to its King and Country.</p> - -<p>With his V.C. and his Crimean and Mutiny and African -medals, he made a brave show on a platform, and his -fervid exhortations persuaded many from the outer back -rows to the plain deal tables where the recruiting forms -awaited them.</p> - -<p>He toured the neighbouring villages in a motor car, and -until the muddle-headed mismanagement by the authorities -of the earlier comers cast somewhat of a chill on their -waiting fellows, the Colonel was a great success.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">134</span></p> - -<p>Noel and Gregor MacLean were still impatiently hanging on -for the War Office to decide whether or not the London -Scottish were to be permitted to form a Second Battalion. -And Noel, with the impetuosity of youth, grew so restive -under the strain at times that he stoutly urged Gregor -to enrol with him in one of the regiments of Kitchener’s -army.</p> - -<p>“Man!” he would growl, after the usual ineffectual -visit to Headquarters. “We’re going to get left. It’ll -all be over and done with before we get a look in. Let’s -join the Hussars!”</p> - -<p>“I’m for the London Scottish, my boy, if it’s at all -possible. They say they’ll know in a week or two for -certain, and we can wait all right. I know such a lot of -the fellows there and I’d sooner be among friends. It -makes a mighty difference and they’re all good chaps in -the Scottish. Besides I’ve a natural yearning for the -kilt. If they shut down on us, then we’ll sign on -wherever you like.”</p> - -<p>“Hang it, man! The fun’ll all be over.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t you believe it, my son. K of K isn’t raking in -all these men just to amuse himself. He’s the squarest-headed -chap we’ve got, and those eyes of his see a long -long way past Tipperary, you bet. We’re up against a -jolly tough job and he knows it.... Anyway we’ll be -fitter than most when they do take us on. I bet you -there aren’t many recruits can down ten out of twelve -clays at two hundred yards.”</p> - -<p>This was Noel’s top score so far. He was rather proud -of it and judicious reference to it always had a soothing -effect on his feelings. So they strenuously kept up their -training, walking all the way in and back whenever they -went up to Buckingham Gate for news, and spending -much time and money at the shooting-grounds.</p> - -<p>The girls missed them, of course, but consoled themselves -as best they could with one another. They did a -round of the links each day for health’s sake, but felt the -lack of Noel’s outspoken jibes and Gregor’s curt criticisms<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">135</span> -and all the subtle excitation and enjoyment of the former -times, and learned that golf for duty and golf for pleasure -are greens of very different qualities.</p> - -<p>Still they would not have had it otherwise. The boys -were doing their duty as it appeared to them, and it was -their portion to miss them and get along as best they -could without them. For their sakes they heartily wished -Headquarters would make up its mind what it was going -to do, and get them settled down to actual work and -disciplined courses.</p> - -<p>For this waiting on and on, with no definite certainty -as to the outcome, was wearing on Noel’s temper, and bits -of it got out on the loose at home at times and disturbed -the atmosphere somewhat.</p> - -<p>Like most boys of his age, when things went his way -he was as pleasant as could be. And they so generally -had gone his way that when they did not he resented it -and let people know it. Like nine boys out of every ten, -whose chief concern in life had so far been themselves and -their own troubles and enjoyments, there was a streak of -natural selfishness in him, any implication of which he -would have hotly resented. He could be generous enough -of his superfluities, but so far had had to make no call on -himself for the higher virtues of self-denial or self-restraint. -In short he was just an ordinary boy merging into man, -very full of himself and his own concerns and enjoyments, -and at times a little careless of others.</p> - -<p>This odd new friendliness which had sprung up of late -between himself and Victoria Luard was all very much -to the good. It came in between him and himself and -made him feel ready, and even anxious, to do great things -for her, and to consider her feelings even before his own. -But, at the same time, his feeling of personal discrepancy -with regard to her, drove him in the rebound to occasional -little displays of bearishness and boyish arrogance, the -springs of which Victoria understood perfectly and was -vastly amused at.</p> - -<p>Gregor MacLean, with the advantages of his extra five<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">136</span> -years and much shoulder-rubbing with his fellows, had -grown out of these youthful discordances, and he sometimes -took Noel humorously to task for his little lapses, -and Noel would take more from him in that way than -from anyone else.</p> - -<p>Honor of course, in sisterly fashion, saw his faults and -did not pass them over in silence. Still, she also generally -did it in humorous fashion which left no more than a -momentary sting even if it did not produce much result.</p> - -<p>Miss Mitten knitted untiringly. Victoria gravely asserted -to Mrs Dare and Honor, when they had dropped -in for tea one afternoon, that, so assured was Auntie Mitt -that the outcome of the war depended entirely on the -number of body-belts and mufflers she could complete -in a given time, that she went on knitting all night long -in her sleep. And Auntie Mitt, in no way offended, -though somewhat scandalised at such public mention of -her in the privacy of her bed, only smiled and knitted -harder than ever.</p> - -<p>“The cold weather will be coming soon,” she said -gently, “and it’s cold work fighting in the trenches.”</p> - -<p>“But, my dear Auntie Mitt, they don’t fight in trenches -nowadays,” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“No?... They used to. I remember ... I remember -hearing much of the discomforts of the trenches -in the Crimean War from those who had taken part in it.”</p> - -<p>“Nowadays they fire shell at you from four or five -miles away and you’re dead before you know what’s hit -you,” said Honor. “It’s low kind of fighting to my -mind.”</p> - -<p>“Or drop bombs on you from aeroplanes without a -chance of hitting back,” added Vic, “which is lower still.”</p> - -<p>“Well ... I don’t myself agree with anything of that -kind,” said Auntie Mitt gently. “It certainly does not -seem to me a very manly way of fighting.”</p> - -<p>“It isn’t. But unfortunately it’s the way that’s in -fashion,” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“It is very horrible,” said Mrs Dare, busy with her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">137</span> -knitting also and thinking of her two, one of whom would -probably sooner or later be exposed to these barbarous -novelties of civilised warfare. “But of course they respect -the Red Cross men,”—in which case Con at all events -might possibly return alive.</p> - -<p>“Oh, they’ll respect the Red Cross all right, Mrs Mother,” -said the Colonel, catching her last words as he strode in, -with an early evening paper in his hand. “They’re big -fighters but they’re civilised and they’ll fight like -Christians.”</p> - -<p>“What a horrible expression!” said Mrs Dare. “Fight -like Christians!”</p> - -<p>“Yes,—I apologise and withdraw. You are quite -right, Mrs Mother,” with an old-fashioned little bow -towards her. “It was not happily expressed.... And -yet Christians have to fight at times, and if ever fighting -was justified it is now—on our side. We’re fighting for -Right and for the rights of everybody outside Germany. -Never in the history of the world was there a more righteous -war as far as we are concerned. And so we are fighting -like—or if you prefer it—as Christians.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I prefer it that way. It is my only consolation -when I think of the boys. They are fighting for the -Right.”</p> - -<p>“When they get to it,” said Honor. “What’s the -latest, Colonel? Does Liége still stand where it -did?”</p> - -<p>“It stands marvellously—the forts that is. The -Germans seem to have the town, but the forts are still -alive and kicking. It’s simply marvellous how those -Belgians have suddenly transformed themselves into the -pluckiest fighters the world has ever seen. Marvellous! -No one ever believed they could hold Germany’s millions -for a day, and here they’ve kept them at bay for a whole -fortnight and given France time to get herself in order. -If the rest of the war goes the same way there can be no -doubt as to how it will end.”</p> - -<p>“Doubt?” echoed Vic scornfully. “You don’t mean<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">138</span> -to dare to say you’ve ever had any doubts as to how it -would end, Uncle Tony?”</p> - -<p>“There speaks Young England,—always cocksure of -winning and inclined to despise the enemy. If you had -seen as much of war as I have, my dear, you would be -cocksure of nothing, except that you’d do your duty to -the last gasp and would have to leave the rest to Providence. -Germany is a tremendous fighting-machine. We have a -tough job before us, but we’re fighting for the Right and -please God we’ll win. It’s good to see the new spirit the -war is evoking everywhere. Great Britain and Ireland -shoulder to shoulder, and India and all the colonies rushing -to help. It’s magnificent,—simply magnificent.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Mrs Dare quietly. “It is doing good in -that way, and in matters at home also,—the matters which -come home to the hearts of us women. We’ve just formed -a committee for looking after the wives and children -of the men who have to go to the front, and every single -person I’ve seen about it is keen to help,—people in some -cases who have hitherto shown no inclination for anything -beyond their own concerns.”</p> - -<p>“There will be a good deal of distress one way and -another, I fear,” said the Colonel, nodding thoughtfully. -“That is if things go on as they usually do.”</p> - -<p>“I’m inclined to hope they’ll go better,” said Mrs Dare. -“Our men at the head of affairs are in closer touch with -the needs of the people than yours ever have been,”—with -a pacificatory little nod towards him. “I know you -don’t like Lloyd George, but you must acknowledge that -he has handled the financial situation in a masterly way.”</p> - -<p>“I do acknowledge it. And I’ll even go so far as to say -that I don’t believe our side would have handled the whole -matter as well as it has been done. We might. Men -rise to the occasion,—as yours have done. We might,—but -I confess I don’t at the moment see which of our -men could have done what has had to be done as well -as Sir Edward Grey, and Churchill and Lloyd George -and Asquith.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">139</span></p> - -<p>“Hooray!” cried Honor. “You’ll be on the right -side yet, Colonel.”</p> - -<p>“I’m always on the side of right, anyway. What are -you girls doing to help?”</p> - -<p>“I’m going to knit body-belts and mufflers,” said Honor -lugubriously. “But I’m only a beginner and I’m shy of -performing in public yet.”</p> - -<p>“And you, Victoria-who-ought-to-have-been-Balaclava?”</p> - -<p>“Our Central Committee in town is considering how -we can best help, and as soon as they decide I’m on to it. -In the meantime, Honor is teaching me to knit body-belts -and mufflers,—that is, she’s passing on to me, the beginnings -of her own little knowledge,—though I don’t quite -see the need of them. It’ll all be over in a month, I -expect.”</p> - -<p>“If it’s all over in six months I shall be more than -glad,” said the Colonel weightily. “And there’ll be -plenty of cold days and nights before then. However, -I’m glad you’re all doing what you can. It’ll do you all -good.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">140</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XV">XV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">“Yus!” said</span> Mrs Skirrow, with an emphasis that -carried conviction. “It may seem a vi’lent -utt’rance to you, mum, but, for me, I’m bound to -say I’m right down glad o’ this war. It’s tuk my three -off o’ me hands, an’ it’s givin’ me the time o’ me life.”</p> - -<p>“Where have they got to?” asked Mrs Dare sympathetically.</p> - -<p>“Jim and George, they’re in Kitchener’s lot at Colchester—the -Hoozars, and me old man’s back in th’ Army -Transport, an’ if that don’t mek him move his lazy bones -I d’n know annything this side the other place that will. -It tired him so last time he was in it, that he’s bin resting -ever since. But it’s the thing he knows best, and when -the call come he forgot his tiredness an’ up an’ went like -a man. ‘Damn that Keyzer!’ he says,—you’ll pardon -me, mum, but them was his identical words,—‘Damn -that Keyzer!’ he says. ‘He is the limit,—walking over -little Belgium with ’is ’obnails like that without so much -as a by-your-leave or beg-pardon. He’s got to be knocked -out, he has, and I’m on to help jab him one in the eye. -And you two boys,’ he says, ‘you’re onto this job too, -or I’ll have the skin off of you both before you know where -y’are. Yer King and yer country needs yer.’ An’ if -you’ll b’lieve me, mum, they went like lambs.”</p> - -<p>“And why did they go into the Hussars? Can they -ride?”</p> - -<p>“Divv—I mean, not a bit of it, mum. But they talked -it over atween themselves, and Jim, he said, if it come -to riding or walking, he’d sooner ride any day, an’ the -spurs made a man look a man. So they went up together -and they was took on like a shot. An’ I’m to get twelve-and-six<span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">141</span> -a week now and mebbe more later on, they do -say. I ain’t got it yet, but it’s a-comin’ all right, an’ -<span class="locked">then——”</span></p> - -<p>“Well, I hope you’ll save all you can, Mrs Skirrow. -You never know what the future may bring, you know.”</p> - -<p>“That’s true, mum. But I’ve worked harder than -most for these three this many a year, and I’m inclined -to think I’ll mebbe tek a bit of a holiday and have a decent -rest. How long d’you think it’ll go on, mum?”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid no one can tell that, Mrs Skirrow. Colonel -Luard says he will be glad if it’s over in six months.”</p> - -<p>“Ah,—well,”—with a satisfied look on her face,—“that’s -a tidy spell. For me, if it was a year I d’n know -as I’d mind. It’ll keep a lot o’ men out o’ mischief.”</p> - -<p>“And put many out of life altogether, I’m afraid.”</p> - -<p>“Ay—well—mebbe! But there’s always the pension -to look forward to, an’ they do say it’s goin’ to be bigger -than ever it was before.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I’m sure everybody feels that everything possible -should be done for the men at the front and those they -leave behind them.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right, mum. ’Tain’t such a bad old world -after all. D’you hear about the Chilfers down the road, -mum?”</p> - -<p>“No. What about them?”</p> - -<p>“A rare joke. Everybody’s laughing at ’em. When -yon first pinch come and it lukt ’s if we might all be starvin’ -inside a week, Mr Chilfer he went up in his big motor to -th’ Stores, and he come back with it full,—’ams and sides -o’ bacon, all nicely done up, an’ flour, an’ cheeses, an’ I -d’n know what all. Lukt like a Carter Paterson at -Christmas time, he did. An’ now prices is down again -he wants to get rid o’ the stuff, an’ nob’dy’ll luk at it ’cos -it’s all goin’ bad on ’is ’ands. And serve him jolly well -right!—that’s what I say.”</p> - -<p>“And I say the same. It was inconsiderate and selfish -and decidedly unpatriotic. If everybody had done like -that where would the rest of us have been?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">142</span></p> - -<p>“That’s it, mum. But it’s them Chilfers all over. I’m -glad to say they’ve tuk his car f’r the war, and they’ve -tuk all the horses they could lay their hands on. That’s -rough on some. There’s Gilling down our way. He runs -a laundry. They stopped him in the street t’other day -an’ tuk his horse and left th’ van and th’ laundry he was -delivering right there. It’ll put a stop on him I’m thinking, -and folks’ll have to go dirty, unless th’ big laundries pick -up all the business.”</p> - -<p>“There will be discomforts in all directions, I’m afraid, -Mrs Skirrow. But we’re much better off than the poor -people in Belgium who are being turned out in thousands -and their homes burnt over their heads. It’s dreadful -work.”</p> - -<p>“’Tis that, mum. An’ begging your pardon, I says like -my old man, ‘Damn that Keyzer, and put the stopper on -’im as quick as may be!’”</p> - -<p>“One cannot help hoping he will suffer as he deserves.”</p> - -<p>“That’s right, mum! Bet you I’d trounce ’im if I -got half a chance. I’d twist his old neck like that, I -would,”—and she wrung her wet floor-cloth into her pail -with a vehemence that imperilled its further usefulness. -“He’s an old divvle, he is, an’ th’ young one’s worse, -they say. All the same, if they c’d do it so’s none of ’em -got killed, for me I wouldn’t mind th’ war going on for -quite a goodish bit.”</p> - -<p>“And I would be thankful if it all ended to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>“Ah! ’twon’t do that, mum,” was Mrs Skirrow’s safe -prophecy.</p> - -<p>Since Con’s post-card saying they were expecting to -leave within an hour or two, they had had no word from -him, nor was any information as to the movements of the -troops permitted in the papers. The rigid censorship -dropped an impenetrable vail between the anxious hearts -at home and the active operations abroad.</p> - -<p>It was a time and an occasion for the exercise of unparalleled -and implicit faith and hope and trust in the -powers that held the ways, and still more in the Highest<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">143</span> -Power of all. And on all sides was manifested an extraordinary -strengthening and quickening of those higher -and deeper feelings which had become somewhat atrophied -during the long fat years of peace. The nation and the -Empire drew itself together, forgot the little family disputes -which had enlivened its existence for so long, and stood -shoulder to shoulder as never before. The waters were -troubled and the sick were healed.</p> - -<p>The Colonel, in the pursuit of his duties, was frequently -at the War Office. He heard, there and at his club, many -things of which he never spoke even to Mr and Mrs Dare -in their intimate evening confabulations.</p> - -<p>The full bleak blackness of the days of Mons and Maubeuge -were known to him, and the peril of Le Cateau -and Landrecies, and it was as much as he could do to -keep the weight of these grave matters out of his face at -times.</p> - -<p>He saw the casualty lists as they were compiled at the -office, long before they were issued, and groaned over -them in general and in particular. Killed, wounded, -missing,—many whom he had known, and more whose -people he knew, were already gone. Who would be left -when the full tale was told?—he asked himself gloomily,—when -this was barely the beginning.</p> - -<p>Then, one day, his anxious old finger, following the list -down, name by name, stopped with a sudden stiffening on -the name of “Dare, Lieut. C., R.A.M.C.” under the head -of “Missing,” and he had to inflate his chest with a very -deep breath and hold himself very tightly, before he could -mechanically get through the rest of the list.</p> - -<p>“Missing!”—Under all the ordinary circumstances of -civilised warfare that would leave abundant ground for -hope. But the appalling stories he had been hearing of -late as to the newest German methods left only room for -fear.</p> - -<p>They were, on the most indisputable evidence, behaving -worse than the worst of savages. Their barbarous cruelties -were the result of a deliberate system of frightfulness and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">144</span> -terrorism inspired by headquarters. They had shocked -and wounded his soul till at times it had felt sick of -humanity at large. But they filled him also with a most -righteous anger which helped to brace him up again.</p> - -<p>That a hitherto reputedly civilised nation could, of cold -deliberation, do such things!—and exult in them!—Faugh! -It was savages they were,—and worse than any -savages he had ever come across!</p> - -<p>And so he feared the worst for Con, and his heart was -heavy for Con’s wife and mother and father.</p> - -<p>He went over to his club to think it over, but found too -many friends there for his present humour. So he turned -into St James’s Park, and walked on and on, with his -mind full of Con and Alma, past the Palace and the Duke’s -statue, and found himself in Hyde Park, where the London -Scottish were drilling and manœuvering with a huge crowd -looking on.</p> - -<p>That made him think of Ray, and he wondered briefly -where those two had got to. If Ray had been at home, -as he ought to have been, he would have been among -these stalwart kilties who looked fine and fit for anything. -As soon as he got home he would take his place of course. -And young Noel and Gregor MacLean,—he had heard -that very day that reserve battalions were to be raised -pretty generally. So they would be in it too. And that -was all right. Duty called, and it was the part of the -young to bear the burden and heat of this desperate life-struggle -to the death.</p> - -<p>But his heart gave a twinge, all the same, at the possibilities. -Con was possibly gone. Suppose these others -went too! It would leave a dreadful gap in their homes, -and wounds in their hearts that would never heal. This -was what war meant. God help them all!</p> - -<p>He watched the brave swing of the boys in hodden gray -for a time with approving eye, till they fell out to munch -exiguous lunches on the grass, which reminded him that he -was hungry himself, and he went off to feed thoughtfully -all by himself at a quiet little restaurant in Jermyn Street.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">145</span></p> - -<p>Alma must be told at once. Sudden sight of the ominous -news in the list when it was published would be very trying -for her. He could break it gently and put a better face -on it than, to his own mind, it actually bore. And then -he must break it also to Mrs Dare and she would tell her -husband and the others.</p> - -<p>But he nodded his head gravely over the whole matter -as he ate, and was full of bitterness and wrath as those -stories he had been hearing of ghastly brutalities perpetrated -by the Germans even on the wounded came -surging up in his memory. He cursed them heartily, -and prayed High Heaven to requite them in full for -all.</p> - -<p>But a couple of daintily-grilled cutlets, with crisp curly -wafers of chip potatoes, and a nut of real old Stilton, and -a pint of Burgundy, and a good cigar, induced a more -hopeful state of mind.</p> - -<p>There were black sheep in every army of course. With -all our care we had never been able to eliminate them -entirely from our own. And war was a terrible loosener -of the passions. But a victorious army was perhaps less -likely to indulge in vicious devilry than a beaten one. At -least one might hope so. Unless, indeed, the Germans -had all gone Berserk mad, as some were saying.</p> - -<p>Con, busy with his wounded, had probably had to be -left behind in the hurried retreat,—how hurried only those -in the know really comprehended as yet. He was a non-combatant -and there could be no possible reason for maltreating -him. He was probably safe and sound in Germany -by this time.... If only one had not heard all those -devilish stories!... Even women and children! ... -and the wounded!... God hold them to account for it -all!</p> - -<p>By the time his taxi set him down at the big gate of St -Barnabas’s, he was fairly himself again. He rang the bell -and requested audience of the Matron.</p> - -<p>“Bad news?” she asked, with an anxious look, as she -shook hands with him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">146</span></p> - -<p>“Might be worse—perhaps. He’s in the list as ‘missing.’ -And that may mean anything or not so much. I thought -I’d better let her know beforehand. The list will be out -in a day or two and....”</p> - -<p>“I’ll send for her,” and she rang the bell and gave the -order, supplementing it after a second’s hesitation with, -“Tell Nurse Luard that her uncle has called to see -her.”</p> - -<p>“It will prepare her for possible ill-news,” she said, -“and she will have time to pull herself together.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,—thank you! I am going to assume that it is -not really very bad news, though to tell you the -<span class="locked">truth——”</span></p> - -<p>“It leaves a loophole for hope, of course. But the -Germans seem behaving very <span class="locked">badly——”</span></p> - -<p>“Damnably,” jerked the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“—If all the stories we hear are true.”</p> - -<p>“Must be some fire for all the smoke that’s about,” and -then Alma came hastily in, her face white and set, her eyes -painful in their anxious craving.</p> - -<p>“Is he dead?” she asked quickly, and the Matron -slipped quietly out.</p> - -<p>“No, no, my dear!” said Uncle Tony, gripping her -trembling hand firmly. “Nor, so far as we know, even -wounded. But in the list I have just happened to see up -yonder, his name is among the missing. And I did not -want you to come on it suddenly in the paper, and think it -worse than it is.”</p> - -<p>“Thank God!” she said quietly, with a sigh of relief, -and drew her hand across her eyes as though wiping away a -ghastly vision. “That is all you know?” she asked with -a searching look. And if the Colonel had been breaking -worse news by gentle steps he would have had a very -bad time.</p> - -<p>“That is all that is known by anyone, my dear. As -soon as we hear more you shall know it. It may be that -he will be safer as a prisoner, wherever he is, than if he -were in the thick of it.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">147</span></p> - -<p>“He would sooner be in the thick of it,” she said, with a -decided shake of the head. “He will be terribly put out -at being shelved so soon. I have put down my name for -the next draft. I was hoping we might perhaps come -across one another.”</p> - -<p>“One hundred to one against it, I should say. There -will be so many hospitals and you might be sent anywhere.”</p> - -<p>“I’d have felt nearer him anyway. But if he’s.... -Where would they be likely to send him?”</p> - -<p>“Away into some remote part of Germany, most likely. -You think you’ll go? If any further news comes you -would get it quicker here than out there.”</p> - -<p>“They are needing all the help they can get. I think -it is my duty to go, Uncle.”</p> - -<p>“Very well, my dear. Go, and God bless you! And -bring you back safe to us. We shall miss you all. Noel -and young MacLean will be in the London Scottish to-morrow, -I expect. And <span class="locked">Ray——”</span></p> - -<p>“Any news of those two?”</p> - -<p>“Not a word. I’m expecting a telegram any minute -from Southampton or Folkestone or Newhaven, saying -they’ve just got across and will be up in a couple of -hours. And as soon as Ray gets back he’ll join his -battalion of course. We’ll have no one left but the two -girls.”</p> - -<p>“They’ll keep you lively.”</p> - -<p>“We shall miss you all. But it wouldn’t be in any of -our thoughts to stand between any of you and what seems -to you your duty.”</p> - -<p>“Things are not going well with us from all accounts. -Are they really as bad as some of the papers seem to make -out?”</p> - -<p>“They have been too strong for us so far. They’ve -simply rolled us back by weight of numbers. But they -haven’t rolled over us, and their losses must have been -terrible. I have great faith in French and Kitchener. -Safe men both. And the Frenchman, Joffre, seems a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">148</span> -good steady sort too. No froth about him and France -believes in him. The tide will turn, you’ll see.”</p> - -<p>And presently he took his leave, bidding her keep her -heart up and promising to send her instantly any further -news he could get of Con. And then he went on home to -break it gently to Con’s mother also.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">149</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XVI">XVI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">As</span> the Colonel marched up the platform in search of -a suitable seat in the Willstead train, he spied his -niece, Victoria, sitting in a corner, knitting—though -not with the practised ease of the born knitter—for dear -life, regardless of observation, and obviously full of thought.</p> - -<p>“Hello, Uncle Tony!”—as he sat down beside her. -“What’s the latest from Head-Quarters? I’ve been up at -a meeting of the Committee that is to look after Out-of-Work -Girls. We’re going to start them all knitting and -sewing for the men at the front both on land and sea.”</p> - -<p>“Capital! And you’re by way of setting them an -example.”</p> - -<p>“I was just thinking some things out, and Auntie Mitt -and Mrs Dare are quite <span class="locked">right——”</span></p> - -<p>“Of course they are.”</p> - -<p>“You can think a great deal better when your hands are -employed.”</p> - -<p>“Personally, <span class="locked">I——”</span></p> - -<p>“Oh—you’re only a man. You know nothing about -it. Any news?”</p> - -<p>“Yes. I’ve just been to see Alma,”—she stopped -knitting and eyed him sharply,—“Con’s name is in the -list of missing—” she gave a sigh of relief and went on -knitting furiously,—“It may be no more than that,—prisoner -of war in <span class="locked">Germany——”</span></p> - -<p>“They’re treating prisoners and wounded abominably,” -she said severely,—to hide the anxiety that was in her.</p> - -<p>“There have been such cases reported. Let us hope -they are the natural exaggerations of war. Anyway, -till we hear more we can hope for the best, and to his -people we must keep hopeful faces. His mother will<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">150</span> -naturally fear the worst. Do all you can to keep her -spirits up and make no more of it than the facts warrant.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll do my best. But ... I’ll not be satisfied he’s -all right till we hear from himself. How long will it be—if -he is all right?”</p> - -<p>“It may be weeks, my dear. Things are in something -of a mess over there, you see. Everything has gone so -quickly. One hardly has time to breathe, and the Germans -are too busy driving on to Paris to spare time for such little -details as that. Anyway he’s not among the dead or -wounded—not officially so <span class="locked">far——”</span></p> - -<p>“It might mean either. We’re falling back. Many of -our dead and wounded must get left behind. I wish I -could go out and help.”</p> - -<p>“Alma’s going,—at least she’s put down her name. -But I hope she’ll think better of it. She’ll get news -quicker here than out there. But you could do nothing -without training, you know.”</p> - -<p>“To be sitting on Committees and talking,—and -knitting, when our poor fellows are bleeding to death -out there!” she said bitterly. “Why on earth didn’t -you insist on me learning nursing too? I could wash -their hands and faces anyway.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll find plenty to do at home, my dear. Only -the fully qualified are any use out there. Presently,—ay -already,—there are widows and orphans to look after, -and your out-of-work girls, and the wives and children -who are not yet widows and orphans but may be any day. -Plenty to do at home for all of us. But, for the moment, -we’ve got to quiet Mrs Dare’s fears for Con.”</p> - -<p>“It would be too awful if—if the worst had come to -him,” she said, with a glistening in the eyes.</p> - -<p>“It would be very sad for us all. But for him—my -dear, a man can do no better than die at his post. If it -should be so, be sure he died doing his duty. But we’re -not to think of him as gone. Con’s one of the finest boys -I know, and, please God, he’s alive and well and will come -back to us.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">151</span></p> - -<p>Mrs Dare and Honor had just suspended work and -were sitting down to tea when they were shown in, and -Mrs Dare rang for additional supplies as soon as she had -greeted them.</p> - -<p>“Well, Colonel? Any new news?” she asked cheerfully.</p> - -<p>“Yes,—I came on purpose to tell you. I have just -been to see Alma.”</p> - -<p>They both sat up at attention and eyed him anxiously, -and he hurried on, “It is disquieting, but not necessarily -more than that. Con’s name is in the list of ‘missing.’ -That means he has been captured and so may be out of -further danger till the end of the war.”</p> - -<p>“Thank God, it is no worse!” said Mrs Dare, with a -sigh of relief. And then, as her mind travelled quickly -the possibilities, with a downward tendency natural under -the circumstances, “Can we be sure it is no worse?”</p> - -<p>“If he were known to be dead or wounded, it would -be so reported. ‘Missing’ leaves us every ground for -hope, Mrs Mother. And it is our bounden duty to hope -for the best. And we will. A great many of our R.A.M.C.’s -were captured at the same time. The retirement was very -hurried, you see. They would be busy with their -wounded. Probably they would not leave them. The -Germans swept on, and there they were—behind the lines—prisoners.”</p> - -<p>“They have been behaving very brutally,” said Mrs -Dare depressedly.</p> - -<p>“In cases—where they will probably claim to be -justified, and even they are probably much exaggerated. -Is it any good treading the stony ways before we actually -come to them? There may be more than enough for us -before we’re through.”</p> - -<p>“You are right, my friend. I’m afraid I’m sadly -lacking in faith. One gets somewhat disjangled with -thinking overmuch about things.”</p> - -<p>“Mustn’t think down,” said the Colonel, shaking his -finger reprovingly at her. “Think up! Half the ill<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">152</span> -things we fear never come to pass. Isn’t that your -experience now?”</p> - -<p>“It is. But the times are out of joint, <span class="locked">and——”</span></p> - -<p>“And it’s our business to put them in again, and we’re -going to do it.”</p> - -<p>“We’re still falling back, I suppose,” she said, uncheerfully, -and he knew she was wondering if there would be -any hope of news of Con if a change should come in that -respect.</p> - -<p>“Still retiring on Paris, and doing it uncommonly well -too,” he said, very much more cheerfully than he actually -felt.</p> - -<p>For the black Sunday of Mons still lay heavy on him, -and he knew better than any of them the certain cost of -those terrible rear-guard actions—from Cambrai-le Cateau -to the Somme—Oise—Meuse, to Seine—Oise—Meuse, to -Seine—Marne—Meuse, and he dreaded the thought of the -tardy lists which would be hard to compile and harder -still to read.</p> - -<p>“You’ll see we’ll find the ground we’re looking for -soon,” he said stoutly. “Then we’ll right about face -and maybe give them the lesson they’re spoiling for. -They are suffering terribly, as it is, but there seems no -end to them. But, anyhow, Con will be all right in -Germany by this time, and truly I don’t think we need -worry about him unduly.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll try not to, but it is not easy,—hearing the things -one does.”</p> - -<p>“If duty were easy it would lose half its virtue,”—and -then the door flew open and Noel and Gregor MacLean -stood in the opening, with their hands to their foreheads -in most punctilious salute and broad grins of delight on -their heated faces.</p> - -<p>“London Scottish!” they said in unison.</p> - -<p>“You’re in?” cried the girls, jumping up.</p> - -<p>“For King and Country! At your service,” and they -broke off and demanded tea,—much tea and all the cakes -that were going.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">153</span></p> - -<p>The girls flew round ministeringly and buzzed about -them full of questions and congratulations.</p> - -<p>“And how soon do you get to work?” asked the -Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Medical inspection 9 a.m. to-morrow morning. But -we’re as fit as fiddles, so that’s all right.”</p> - -<p>“And when will you get your kilts?” asked Honor.</p> - -<p>“A-a-a-a-a-ah!” said Noel. “Now you’re asking.”</p> - -<p>“Echo answers ‘When?’” said Gregor. “From all -accounts it may be months.”</p> - -<p>“O-o-o-oh!” remonstratively from the girls.</p> - -<p>“But we want to see how you’ll look in them,” said -Honor.</p> - -<p>“You go right up to Head-Quarters, my child, and put -it to them straight, and I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if -we got them by mid-day Monday,” said Noel.</p> - -<p>“‘The kilt is but the guinea stamp, the man’s the -gowd for a’ that,’” said Gregor with a grin, and a reddening -under his tan at so unusual an outburst and an approving -glance from Honor.</p> - -<p>“Well, it’s been worth waiting for,” said the -Colonel.</p> - -<p>“I should say so. We’d sooner be full privates in the -London Scottish than potty little lieutenants in anything -else, wouldn’t we, Greg, my boy?”</p> - -<p>“Rather!”</p> - -<p>“Do you know Con is missing?” said Honor.</p> - -<p>“No?” unbelievingly from both of the boys. “Missing?”—and -they stood staring from one to another with -such startled looks that the Colonel thought well to interject -a bluff, “He’s probably tucked safely away in some -remote corner of Germany by this time. But we shall -hear in due course,”—and he accompanied it with so -straight and meaning a look at the boys that they understood, -and fell in with his intention.</p> - -<p>“Poor old Con! How mad he’ll be to be out of it,” said -Noel hastily. “Say, Greg, my boy, we’ve got to get out -there as quick as ever we can. What a joke if we came<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">154</span> -across him—er—languishing in captivity and were the -means of setting him free.”</p> - -<p>“Are the lists out then, sir?” asked Gregor.</p> - -<p>“Not yet, my boy. I was up at Head-Quarters and -they’re compiling them as fast as they can. Pretty heavy, -I’m afraid.”</p> - -<p>“Sure to be, sir. There’s been some mighty tough -work out there.”</p> - -<p>“The German lists will be ten times as heavy. That’s -one consolation,” said Noel.</p> - -<p>“No amount of German losses will compensate one -mother for the loss of her son,” said Mrs Dare soberly. -“My heart is sore for all those German mothers too. It -is terrible waste. And all so unnecessary too.”</p> - -<p>“Always bear in mind, Mrs Mother, that we did not -want it,” said the Colonel. “It was forced upon us, and -we are fighting for freedom and the rights of the smaller -peoples. It is an honour to fight in such a cause. It would -be an honour to die for it.”</p> - -<p>“Hear, hear!” said Noel.</p> - -<p>But when the Colonel took his leave, and the two boys -lit their pipes and strolled along with him, Noel broke out -impetuously, “Is there any more behind, sir, that you -haven’t told us? ‘Missing’ may mean anything.”</p> - -<p>“That is absolutely all that is known as yet, my boy. -It may, as you say, mean anything. But until more is -known we have every right to hope for the best. And for -that reason I want you to take the brighter side of the -possibility and do your best not to let your mother dwell -on the other side. You understand?”</p> - -<p>“I understand, sir,” said Noel, very soberly.... “It -would be awful if—if the worst had happened to him. Does -Alma know?”</p> - -<p>“I went and told her at once and minimised it as much -as possible. But I’ve very little doubt they all understand -what it may mean just as well as we do.”</p> - -<p>“They’re behaving like perfect devils over there, from -all accounts,” said Gregor. “I can’t understand it. I’ve<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">155</span> -known heaps of Germans, as nice folks as you’d wish to -meet. And now—devils unloosed, and up to every dirty -underhand trick imaginable. What do you make of it, -sir?”</p> - -<p>“War is a terrible unloosener of the worst that is in -man, and there are black sheep in every army. And I’ve -no doubt there’s a great deal of exaggeration in the stories -we hear.”</p> - -<p>“I’d like to stamp the whole darned lot out of existence -like so many black beetles,” said Noel hotly.</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid they’ll take a lot of stamping out,” said the -Colonel, as he turned and went through his own gate.</p> - -<p>“By—Jing, Greg, I don’t like it one little bit!” said -Noel, as they linked arms and went on down the road -to tell their own good news to Mrs MacLean.</p> - -<p>“It may be as bad as we can’t help fearing. But, as the -Colonel says, it may not, and it’s cheerfuller to look on the -bright side. I can’t imagine Con being killed.”</p> - -<p>“Neither can I, but they say we’ve lost about fifteen -thousand already, and when you think of that it doesn’t -take much more thinking to think he may be one of them.”</p> - -<p>“That’s not all killed, man. It’s everything.”</p> - -<p>“I know, but it’s been beastly hot work, and ... dash -it, Greg, you know what I’m thinking of. They say they’re -sparing none and making a dead set at the Red Cross men.”</p> - -<p>And Gregor nodded gloomily.</p> - -<p>“We’ll say nothing to my mother about it at present,” -he said. “Maybe better word’ll come in a day or two, -and it’s no good fashin’ her unduly. She’ll be glad we’ve -got in all right, because she knows we’ve been wanting it -so much, but she’ll feel it, you know, when we have to go.”</p> - -<p>“That’ll not be for a good while yet. And anyway -we’re doing our duty to our country.”</p> - -<p>But this news about Con distinctly sobered their exuberance, -and Mrs MacLean, as she congratulated them on the -attainment of their wishes, thought what a fine sensible -pair they were, and what a change the prospect of service -was making in them already.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">156</span></p> - -<p>She was well over middle age, white-haired, and had the -kindliest face and sweetest soft Scotch voice Noel knew, -outside his own family. Gregor was her only child and -her heart was wrapped up in him.</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you’re going to wear the kilt,” she said gently. -“When will you be getting them, do you think?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, not for a while yet, I expect. First Battalion -want everything they can get, you see. We’re only in the -nursery yet.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll find it queer at first, but you’ll soon get used to -the bare knees,” she smiled, to Noel.</p> - -<p>“It’s no worse than footer, you know. By Jove, Greg, -my boy, we’ll Condy them a bit to subdue their natural -shiny whiteness. Then they won’t startle people as we -pass.”</p> - -<p>“All right. But we may as well wait till we get there,—unless -you want to begin training them right away in the -way they should go.”</p> - -<p>“And when do you start work?”</p> - -<p>“Medical exam to-morrow morning, and then as soon as -the top-knutties can lick themselves into shape.”</p> - -<p>And so they chattered on, very full of themselves and -their new importance, and Mrs MacLean rejoiced in them,—but -hoped fervently, nevertheless, that the war would be -over before they would have to do any actual fighting.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">157</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XVII">XVII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">In</span> the Post Office at Montreux, Ray and Lois, with -startled looks, faced the fact that only a modest -five pounds stood between them and poverty in a -land which esteemed its visitors according to the size of -their purses.</p> - -<p>The quietly portentous statement of the young man -behind the glass screen at the Post Office, as to the unlikelihood -of their telegram ever reaching its destination, -was well calculated to take away their breath. It left -them floundering like incapable swimmers washed suddenly -out of their depth.</p> - -<p>Lois, having infinite faith in Ray, was the first to recover -herself with a glimmer of amusement.</p> - -<p>“We’ll manage somehow,” she said. “It’s all part of -the adventure.”</p> - -<p>Ray had had experience of shortage in foreign lands -and knew how small was the sympathy it evoked. But -it was assuredly not for him to emphasise the sorriness -of their plight, which, he kept saying to himself, was all -due to his own idiocy in losing his purse.</p> - -<p>“Seems to me a cup of tea is indicated,” he said. -“Perhaps it will stimulate our jaded brains to see the -way out,” and he led her to the little tea-shop near the -Kursaal.</p> - -<p>They had it to themselves at the moment, and Mademoiselle -in charge welcomed them with smiles as possible -harbingers of a revival of business.</p> - -<p>“Iff you please,—tea?” she asked, proud of her -accomplishment.</p> - -<p>“A good pot of tea and some of those cakes. How well -you speak English!” said Ray.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">158</span></p> - -<p>“We haf many English, you see, and I wass in Bhry-tonn -for one year. Yes, sank you, saire.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps she could recommend us to some cheap -pension,” suggested Lois, as Mademoiselle tinkled among -the tea-cups behind the screen. “She looks a sensible -kind of girl and we can make her understand the position.”</p> - -<p>“Good idea!”—and when she came back with the -tea and arranged it before them with an ingratiating, -“Iff you please,”—he asked, “I wonder if you know of -any pension, mademoiselle, where they take in stranded -foreigners for nothing a day and feed them well?”</p> - -<p>But that was altogether too cryptic for her.</p> - -<p>“Please?” she asked, with a puzzled smile, scenting -a joke but not fathoming it.</p> - -<p>“We want to find a very cheap pension,” explained -Lois. “We are on our way home to England but have -had the misfortune to lose our purse up there on the Rhone -Glacier. And at the Post Office they tell us we may -not be able to get any money sent from England for some -time, because of the war.”</p> - -<p>“Ah—zis horreeble war! It is ruining us all. But -yess, madame, I know a pension which is cheap. Pension -Estèphe, opposite the Gare. It is not everything, but it -is clean and it is honest, and it is cheap. I have myself -stopped there once.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you. That is just what we want. We have -telegraphed for more money, you see, but they cannot -be sure it will ever get there, and we can’t tell when we -can get away.”</p> - -<p>“Ach! It is terreeble. There are many caught like -that. Zis horreeble war! It will ruin everybody, -yess!”</p> - -<p>“What’s the latest news about the war?” asked Ray.</p> - -<p>“Mais, monsieur, we get little news. They are fighting -all the time—oh, terreebly. But we do not know much -about it. I do hope it will not come here. You do not -think it will, monsieur?”</p> - -<p>“We’ll hope not, ma’m’selle. But if it suited the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">159</span> -Germans to come I’ve no doubt they would, in spite of -you.”</p> - -<p>“Ach, I do not like the Germans. No!”</p> - -<p>“The feeling seems general. Well, we’ll go along -presently and look at the Pension Estèphe, and if we like -it we shall come in and see you again, ma’m’selle.”</p> - -<p>“Iff you please, saire!”</p> - -<p>Madame of the Pension Estèphe eyed them somewhat -doubtfully at first. They were above her usual class of -customer, and it took considerable explanation to make -her understand why they wanted to stop with her, the -exact relationship in which they at present stood to one -another, and, more especially why they had no luggage -but their rucksacs.</p> - -<p>However, by dint of much talk, they came at last to -terms. For a room each, and their meals, she would -charge them seven francs per day for the two. If they -got married and occupied only one room it would be a -franc less. And she providently demanded a deposit of -ten francs and that they should pay their bill each -day.</p> - -<p>“For,” said she, without any beating about the bush, -“you have no luggage, you see, and you might walk away -and leave me nothing but your rucksacs which do not -contain much.”</p> - -<p>Their rooms were alongside one another and their -appointments were plain to the point of exiguity, but -they were clean and the beds looked comfortable enough.</p> - -<p>“From the mere point of economy it’s obvious we must -get married at once,” laughed Ray, and Lois blushed but -raised no objection.</p> - -<p>“It’ll have to be a pauper’s wedding,” he ran on, “And -we’ll have a wedding-tea at Ma’m’selle’s shop and blow -out one franc each on it. I wonder what it will cost to -get married? If it’s more than we save on the room in, -say, a fortnight, we can’t do it,”—at which Lois laughed -enjoyably.—“There used to be a jolly old Scotch parson -here. We’ll look him up and put the case before him.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">160</span> -Perhaps, in the circumstances, he’ll do it for nothing—or -at all events, give us credit till we reach home.”</p> - -<p>And, presently, they went along to the little church in -the rue de la Gare and got the minister’s address and -went along to his house, but they found that he was -away on holiday and so they had to deal with his locum.</p> - -<p>He proved very pleasant and amiable, however, and -when the whole matter had been explained to him he -undertook to marry them as soon as they chose and free -of charge.</p> - -<p>“Then to-morrow, please,” said Ray. “You see we -save a franc a day by getting married, and when you’ve -only got five pounds altogether it’s something.”</p> - -<p>“If you get no reply to your telegram, you must see -the Vice-Consul. He’s Swiss, but a good chap. Some -provision is to be made, I believe, for our stranded fellow-countrymen. -There are a great many here in much the -same position, and more coming in every day. It’s -making a lot of trouble, this wretched war.”</p> - -<p>“It’ll make a lot more before it’s finished, I’m afraid. -If I were home I’d probably be in it myself—I’m in the -London Scottish, you <span class="locked">see,——”</span></p> - -<p>“Ah?—You’re a kiltie, are you?” with a sparkle in the -eye.</p> - -<p>“Been one four years, and I expect every man we can -scrape will be needed before we’re through. What are -folks here thinking about it all, sir?”</p> - -<p>“Not over well for us, I’m afraid,”—with a gloomy -shake of the head. “The Germans are not liked here, as -you may have <span class="locked">found——”</span></p> - -<p>“We haven’t met one single person that has a good -word to say for any one of them.”</p> - -<p>“Exactly! Their bumptiousness and lack of manners -make them a byword. But all the same they are believed -to be overwhelmingly strong and wonderfully organised. -I should describe the general feeling as a fear that Germany -may win. In which case it will be a bad thing for us here. -We have one powerful factor in our favour, however.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">161</span></p> - -<p>“And what is that, sir?”</p> - -<p>“We’re in the right this time. We haven’t always -been, but this time we certainly are. And righteousness -tells in the long run.”</p> - -<p>“I hope it will. I can’t imagine England knocking under -to Germany. It’s unthinkable.”</p> - -<p>“The Right will win.... Meanwhile they are hammering -away at poor little Belgium because she would not allow -them free passage to Paris. And she’s doing <span class="locked">magnificently——”</span></p> - -<p>“Belgium! Think of it! I’d no idea she had it in her. -One has come to associate Belgium so with Congo atrocities -and purely material things that anything heroic in her -surprises one.”</p> - -<p>“Heroic is the word. She’s holding the fort while -Britain and France and Russia get ready. It may be that -she is saving Europe from Pan-Germanism.”</p> - -<p>“Splendid! I take off my hat to her. Good thing old -Leopold’s not in the saddle! The new man must be a -good sort.”</p> - -<p>“He must be.... Then to-morrow, Mr. Luard. Shall -we say at eleven? And I hope, my dear,”—to Lois,—“it -will make for your happiness.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, it will,” she assured him. “And it is very very -good of you.”</p> - -<p>When Ray and Lois came down to their dinner-supper, -that first night, in the common-room of their unpretentious -pension, they found a numerous company already busily -at work, and were somewhat taken aback by their looks,—burly, -moustached and bearded men in blouses and dungarees, -with an odour and look of trains and engines about -them;—loud of voice, disputatious indeed, and oblivious -of manners.</p> - -<p>Lois shrank a little at sight and sound of them. But -their hostess directed them to a small table apart, covered -with a red-and-white-check cover, over which she spread -a table cloth and even provided them with napkins. For -seats they had high stools without backs. “It feels like<span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">162</span> -a music-lesson,” whispered Lois,—and—“I hope it will be -more satisfying,” murmured Ray. “I’m hungry,” and -watched the black-a-vises critically out of the corners of -his eyes. They toned down for a moment when the -strangers entered, and passed remarks sotto voce between -themselves, but in a minute or two were in full blast again.</p> - -<p>“They look like brigands,” murmured Lois. “They -won’t murder us in our beds, will they?”</p> - -<p>“The fact of our being here will prove that we’re not -worth it, I should say.”</p> - -<p>“I shall barricade my door all the same ... if I can. -There’s not overmuch to barricade with.”</p> - -<p>“They’re probably quite decent fellows,—railway-men -from the look of them, and they’re generally a good sort.”</p> - -<p>And they proved entirely so and never gave them any -trouble whatever, beyond the noise of their arguments, -which was at all times tremendous and more than once -looked like ending in blows.</p> - -<p>Most of them drifted back to work when their meal was -over. With the two or three who remained over their -cigarettes, Ray got into conversation on the war and picked -up some interesting bits of information.</p> - -<p>Some of them had just, in the course of their work, come -through from Italy, and the thing that was exercising -them all at the moment was—what was Italy going to do? -If she came in against France their opinion was that Germany -would win. If Italy maintained neutrality, as some -of them insisted was likely from what they saw and heard -down there, then they thought the other side might have a -chance, but it would be no easy job. They, also, were -mightily impressed with the idea of Germany’s strength -and preparedness. But they liked her no better than -anyone else. Most of their Italian fellows had already been -recalled to the colours.</p> - -<p>“It’ll be a bad day for the world if she wins,” said Ray.</p> - -<p>And, “You’re right, monsieur, without a doubt,” was -their unanimous verdict.</p> - -<p>Lois duly barricaded her door with her alpenstock and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">163</span> -only chair, but no murderous attempt was made on her, -and she laughed at herself in the morning, and felt like -apologising to the noisy, good-humoured crew.</p> - -<p>Promptly at eleven o’clock, too joyous of heart to let -themselves be troubled by their outward shabbiness, they -walked into the little dark gray church on the road above -the station and were quietly married, with the delightful -assistance of the pastor’s wife, who was immensely interested -in their little romance. And afterwards he insisted -on the newly-married pair joining them at their mid-day -meal.</p> - -<p>“It will be a very modest wedding-feast,” he said. “But -such as it <span class="locked">is——”</span></p> - -<p>“We can’t afford to refuse such a noble offer,” laughed -Ray. “We were going to celebrate the great occasion -by spending a whole franc each at the tea-shop near the -Kursaal. We save two francs and enjoy your good company. -It’s great, and we are very much obliged to you.”</p> - -<p>“You would do as much for us if ever the occasion -offered.”</p> - -<p>“Just give us the chance, sir, and you’ll see.”</p> - -<p>Next day the kindly Scot accompanied him on a visit -to the Vice-Consul, whom they found already being worried -and badgered into desperation by the clamorous demands -of their stranded fellow-countrymen and women, especially -the latter. For every lady in distress seemed to think her -own special plight the extremest limit in that direction, -and each one claimed the individual attention of her -country’s representative and required him to send her -home instantly, bag and baggage, and to ensure her safe -arrival there.</p> - -<p>It was obviously something of a relief to him to meet -a man whose requirements were definite and modest and -his methods business-like.</p> - -<p>Ray briefly stated his case and asked if he could do -anything towards getting a telegram through for him.</p> - -<p>“My uncle, Sir Anthony Luard, will send me money -instantly when he learns of our plight,—that is, if it is<span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">164</span> -possible to do so,” he said. “What do you think of the -prospects?”</p> - -<p>“At the moment—very doubtful. Later on things will -settle down somewhat no doubt. I am trying to get -through by way of the south. France and Germany are -quite out of the question. What are your immediate -needs, Mr Luard?”</p> - -<p>“Very small. We are cutting our coat according to -the cloth we have. Six francs a day pays our board and -lodging,”—at which the Consul permitted himself a brief -smile. “But we had to walk all the way from Innsbruck, -you see, so we sent all our baggage to Meran with a Mr -Lockhart, the man who writes about Tirol,”—the consul -nodded—“And we really must buy some few things to -go on with. Could I possibly draw on Sir Anthony -through you for a small sum?”</p> - -<p>“We’ll manage it somehow. You see how I’m situated,”—with -a wave of the hand towards the adjoining room -full of clamorous applicants. “As far as I can I must -do something for everybody. If I find you fifty francs a -week at present, how will that do?”</p> - -<p>“Splendidly, and I’m ever so grateful to you. I’ve -had visions of us sleeping on a seat on the quai and eating -grass.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll hope it will not come to that for any of you,” -smiled the consul. “If the amount grows large enough -to make a small draft I will get you to sign one. But I -am hoping that some arrangement will be made before -long for getting you all home through mid-France. All -the fighting is likely to be on the frontiers for some time -to come, I should say.”</p> - -<p>“And then in Germany we will hope.”</p> - -<p>“Germany is very strong,” said the Vice-Consul cautiously. -“One can’t foresee what may happen.”</p> - -<p>And so their way was to that extent smoothed for -them. Board and lodging were at all events assured, and -if they were not everything that could be desired they -might have been much worse, though truly they could<span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">165</span> -not have been much cheaper. The food, if a little rough, -was well-cooked and sufficient, and Monsieur and Madame -of the Estèphe and their four comely daughters grew -more and more friendly under the influence of prompt -and regular payments, and did all they could for their -comfort. And Ray and Lois testified their gratitude to -Mademoiselle of the tea-shop by having a festive cup -and a chat with her every day when their rambles had -not led them too far afield.</p> - -<p>Walking, since it cost nothing, was their one diversion. -Fortunately they were both in good condition, and in -spite of the heat they enjoyed their tramps immensely. -Madame of the Pension met their wishes and provided -them with portable lunches, which, if somewhat monotonous -in their constitution, were undoubtedly satisfying, and -she generally managed to amplify their evening meal to -their entire contentment, and indeed showed herself not -a little proud of the distinction such high-class guests -conferred upon her establishment.</p> - -<p>Their chief lack was news. English papers were beyond -their pocket and almost unattainable, and the local ones -contained but very one-sided and garbled statements of -what was going on at the various fronts. Cook’s offices -were closed, so no news could be got there. The ‘Feuille -d’Avis’ was indeed stuck up each day in the office-window -in the Market-Place, and they went along every morning -and read it for what it was worth. But it was only by -applying to their friend the consul that they could get -any actual facts, and those not of the most recent nor -of the most vital. And he was so terribly overworked -that they disliked troubling him.</p> - -<p>At times, indeed, in sheer self-defence he locked his -door and stuck up a notice saying that he was broken -down and could see no one. Then the clamorous throng -gnashed its teeth and leaned its elbows on his bell-push, -and Lois and Ray were so ashamed of their fellows that -they preferred getting along as best they could without -news sooner than harass him further.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">166</span></p> - -<p>They managed to keep brooding at bay very enjoyably -by exploring all their surroundings,—from Chillon—they -could not afford to go inside,—to Vevey;—to the Rochers-de-Naye -by Veytaux and Recourbes; and up to Les -Avants and the Chauderon Gorge. Anywhere and everywhere -attainable to pedestrians they went, with unbounded -energy and immense satisfaction, and savoured the joy -of life to the very fullest.</p> - -<p>The restful beauty of the shimmering blue lake, and -the uplifting glory of the peaks of the Valais and Vaudois -and Savoy, viewed as they were through the glamour of -their fulfilled love, wrought themselves into the very -texture of their lives.</p> - -<p>To Lois it was a time of rare enchantment, heightened -and intensified—like the shining of stars in a blue-black -sky—by the grim horror of the war-clouds beyond. It -might all come to an end any day. The future might -have in it unthinkable sorrows. But this at least was -theirs, and the joyous memory of it would never fail -them.</p> - -<p>“Ray! I am so glad it has all happened just so;—as -far as we are concerned, I mean. These days are my -jewels. They will shine for me always and always, and -I can never lose them. Oh I am glad, glad, glad to have -lived them!”</p> - -<p>“And what do you think I am, dear? Do you think -there ever were two happier people on this earth?”</p> - -<p>“Never! It is not possible.”</p> - -<p>They were perched in a little eyrie, high up the mountain-side -near Crêt d’y Bau, shoulder to shoulder for the joyful -feeling of one another, gazing out over the lake towards -Geneva, eating the little wild raspberries of inexpressibly -delicious flavour which they had gathered as they climbed.</p> - -<p>“Whatever may come to us now we can bear it because -we have had all this,” she sighed contentedly. And -asked presently, in a lower key,—“Do you think it is -possible for people to be too happy, Ray? ... that we -shall have to pay for it later on?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">167</span></p> - -<p>“No, my dear, I don’t. Why should we? We were -meant to be happy. It’s only folly or wickedness—either -in ourselves or other people—that brings unhappiness ...”—and, -stumbling along after the thread of his thought,—“and, -it seems to me that if we keep ourselves up to the -pitch of deserving happiness, whatever happens outside -us cannot take it from us. Troubles may come. Not -many folks get through life without them, and they don’t -turn out the best folks as a rule. But if we remain to one -another what we are now, we shall be proof against them -all and they won’t hurt us.... In other words, my child, -it is not outward circumstance that counts, but our own -inner feelings.”</p> - -<p>“Yes! I’m feeling all that, and more and more every -day.... If this horrid war goes on do you think you will -really be called up? I thought the London Scottish and -the rest were only for home-defence.”</p> - -<p>“I wish to goodness we knew just how things stand. -If it’s going to be a life-and-death struggle England must do -her proper share. Compared with the armies over here -ours is trifling,—in point of numbers, I mean. As far as -it goes it’s probably better than any of them. But it’s -very very small in comparison with their millions. And -numbers tell. There may be a national call for volunteers. -If it comes you wouldn’t have me shirk it?”</p> - -<p>“No ... but oh, I wish it might not come,” and she -pressed his arm closer against her heart.</p> - -<p>The Kursaal concerts, costing at the lowest one franc -each, were beyond them of course. So in the soft autumnal -evenings they spent most of their time on the quais outside -the gardens, sitting when a seat was obtainable, wandering -along with the rest, leaning over the railings, with the dark -lake stretching from under their feet away into the infinitude -of night. There they could hear the music quite as -well as the wealthier folk inside, and without a doubt -enjoyed it more than any of them.</p> - -<p>The sunsets were wonderful beyond words. The evening -star hung like a jewel in the afterglow and twinkled<span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">168</span> -at itself in the smooth mirror below. Then the summer -lightning played fitfully over the further hills and set the -lake, and the bayonets of the quai-patrol that guarded them -from invasion, shimmering and gleaming, and looked -so like menacing signals that their thoughts turned constantly -to the fact that somewhere over there the world -was dreadfully at war.</p> - -<p>When it grew quite dark, parties of sober merry-makers -would put off in small boats, each with its coloured lantern, -and ply quietly to and fro, weaving their trailing reflections -into patterns of extraordinary beauty, till the lake below -looked like a great dark blue carpet shot through and -through with wavering tracery of gleaming gold and all the -colours of the rainbow. And it was all undoubtedly very -charming and beautiful, but, to Lois, it was also all most -strangely unreal and evanescent, as though at any moment, -at the sound of bell or whistle, it might all vanish and give -place to scenes less tranquil. For somewhere over there -the world was at war and how far it might spread none -could tell.</p> - -<p>So the days ran on, and only now and again when it -rained, and trips up aloft were out of the question, did they -ever find them long.</p> - -<p>Their chief lack still was news of what was actually -happening over yonder behind the curtain. And this -began to tell on Ray though he did his best at first to hide -it. But Lois saw and understood.</p> - -<p>Away across there in Belgium and the north of France, -England might be feeling already the sore need of every -man she could put into the field. His fellows might already -be pressing to the front. And he was tied here by the leg.</p> - -<p>He did his best not to show how he was feeling it, but -there it was, and his thoughtful silences, and an occasional -concentrated pinching of the brows which she had never -seen in him before, told Lois the tale even before he spoke -of it.</p> - -<p>To her he was quiet thoughtfulness itself and the perfection -of married lovers. For deep down in his heart<span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">169</span> -was the knowledge that before very long the time for parting -might come. It would be sore to leave her. It would -wring his heart and hers. But he knew that if duty called -she would not have him stop. He set himself to make -sure, and surer still, that these brief days of married love -should hold in their memory no smallest flaw, and he -succeeded to the full.</p> - -<p>He told her all that was in his heart concerning future -possibilities, and they talked it all over quietly, soberly, -lovingly, and were the stronger and richer in their love.</p> - -<p>“Whatever comes, we have had this, and nothing can -take it from us,—and the rest is in God’s hands,”—was the -end to which they always came and the strong rope to which -they clung. And their love grew ever deeper and stronger -for this trying of it.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">170</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XVIII">XVIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">“Absolutely</span> nothing further so far,” said the -Colonel, standing with his back to the fire in Mrs -Dare’s sitting-room, as she handed him a cup of -tea. “All they can say is that quite a dozen of our -R.A.M.C.’s of various grades have never turned up since -Landrecies, and they believe they were all taken in a bunch. -And that seems to me to improve the chances of Con’s being -all safe and sound. We shall hear from him before long, -you’ll see.”</p> - -<p>“It is sore waiting,” said Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“So many have not even the chance of doing that. The -lists are again very heavy, I’m sorry to say.”</p> - -<p>“And we are still falling back?”</p> - -<p>“Still retiring, but you’ll see we’ll stop before long,”—and -then there came a ring at the bell, and presently the -door opened and there stood in the doorway a burly figure -whom neither of them recognised, and behind it the concerned -face of the maid whose attempt at announcement -had been forestalled.</p> - -<p>The newcomer was tall and broad, and something about -his face seemed familiar to both Mrs Dare and the Colonel, -and yet they were sure they had never set eyes on it before. -For it was most decidedly a face calculated to impress itself -on the memory. To Mrs Dare it suggested the late Emperor -of the French, but with more alert and wide-awake eyes. -It made the Colonel think of Victor Emmanuel the First, -of Italy.</p> - -<p>“Well, well?” said the stranger, and then they knew -him.</p> - -<p>“Good heavens, Rhenius! What are you playing at? -You gave me quite a shock. I took you for the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">171</span> -ghost of Victor Emmanuel,” jerked the Colonel half-angrily.</p> - -<p>“And I thought you were Napoleon III come to life -again,” smiled Mrs Dare, as she poured him out a cup of tea.</p> - -<p>“Ah-ha! So you accorded me promotion on both -<span class="locked">sides——”</span></p> - -<p>“If you’d call it promotion?” growled the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Quite so. Very questionable. I have never greatly -admired either of the gentlemen in question.”</p> - -<p>“And why on earth have you been playing such pranks -with your face? Think it an improvement?”</p> - -<p>“I was in Italy when the troubles broke out,—at Piora, -near Airolo. Before I could get through, France was -practically closed to any but Frenchmen. I wished to -get home so I became a Frenchman for the time being—a -Frenchman of the Second Empire, and me voici! But -I came to bring you news.”</p> - -<p>“Of Con?” asked Mrs Dare eagerly.</p> - -<p>“Of Con? No. What is wrong with my good friend -Con?”</p> - -<p>“He’s reported missing,” said the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“Missing!”—with a pinch of the lips that jerked up -the long moustache. “I am sorry. But that is better -than either killed or wounded. He is at all events safe -from harm.”</p> - -<p>“You really think so, Doctor?” asked Mrs Dare -anxiously.</p> - -<p>“Why, of course, my dear madame. As a prisoner of -war he will be well-treated and out of harm’s way.”</p> - -<p>“If one could only be sure of that,” she sighed.</p> - -<p>“What’s your news then?” asked the Colonel brusquely, -not having yet quite recovered from his umbrage at the -Doctor’s facial metamorphosis.</p> - -<p>“Ah, yes—my news.... I came over Furka by way -of Hospenthal, and there, at the Golden Lion, I met two -of my young friends whom you know very <span class="locked">well——”</span></p> - -<p>“Lois and Ray?” and Mrs Dare dropped her knitting -and stared up at him in anxious excitement.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">172</span></p> - -<p>“Yes—Lois and <span class="locked">Ray——”</span></p> - -<p>“I told you they’d strike down south and get out that -way,” said the Colonel triumphantly. “That’s good. -I forgive you your barbarisms, Doctor,—neat that, eh? -And I’ll take another cup of tea on the strength of it, -Mrs Mother, if you please!”</p> - -<p>“And they were quite all right?” asked Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“Quite all right, and as happy as young people ought -to be. They were hastening down to <span class="locked">Montreux——”</span></p> - -<p>“And why haven’t they got here?” asked Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“Well, you see, it was no easy matter even for me, -and I had made up my mind to get through at any sacrifice,” -and he stroked, with a suggestion of regret, the -remnant of the flowing beard that had had to go. “I -made my way across country to St Nazaire and got -across from there. But it was no easy matter, I assure -you.—And, besides, they had plans of their own—great -plans. They were hastening to Montreux to get -<span class="locked">married——”</span></p> - -<p>“To get married?” echoed Mrs Dare, while the Colonel -greeted the news with a shout of, “Well done, Ray! -Da-ash it, that boy’s got brains in him. I knew he had -good taste,” and he turned and grasped Mrs Dare’s hands -and shook them heartily.</p> - -<p>“But why could they not wait till they got home?” -asked Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“Well—I think they felt it not quite proper to be -wandering about together like that, you know. And -there is no knowing how long they may be detained out -there.”</p> - -<p>“Why didn’t you bring them along with you?” asked -the Colonel.</p> - -<p>“I had booked a seat in the diligence to Brigue, and -it proved to be the very last seat—and I fear the last -diligence. The driver told me they would probably stop -next day, as all the horses were wanted by the military -at Thun. It may be weeks before you see them, and I’m -afraid there are many others in the same predicament.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">173</span> -Ray particularly asked me to ask you to send him out -some more money to Poste Restante, Montreux. But -I’m afraid you’ll have difficulty in doing so.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll see the bank first thing in the morning. They’ll -manage it somehow. And what opinion did you form -of things generally over there, Doctor?”</p> - -<p>“I had small chance of hearing anything. I’ve heard -a great deal more since I reached home.”</p> - -<p>“You were in Italy, you say. Well, what’s Italy going -to do? She’s an important factor in the case.”</p> - -<p>“Undoubtedly!”—with a sagacious nodding of the -ponderous head. “A very important factor.... What -she will ultimately decide it is impossible to say. She -is not anxious for war, that is pretty certain. She is -poor, you see, and somewhat exhausted. If she had -been going in of necessity, as a member of the Triplice, -she would have declared herself before this. It depends, -I should say, on whether the others can force her in.”</p> - -<p>“Not a volunteer, eh! And maybe at best an unwilling -conscript. I should say she’d be well advised to -keep out of it.”</p> - -<p>“If she can.... Ah, here are the young ladies!”—as -Honor and Vic came in with looks that demanded tea.</p> - -<p>“Goodness!—” gasped Vic.</p> - -<p>“Gracious!—” continued Honor, and they both ended -on a most emphatic “Me!” and stood staring at him -with faces full of amazement.</p> - -<p>“The voice is the voice of Jacob but the face is as the -face of—who is it, Vic?”</p> - -<p>“Mephistopheles.... What on earth are you playing -at, Doctor?”</p> - -<p>“Playing?” he remonstrated, pulling up the point -of his Napoleon and trying to look down at it with -melancholy regret. “Playing, indeed!”</p> - -<p>“I fathom it,” said Vic gleefully. “It’s an omen. -Germany’s going to be beaten so you’ve transformed -yourself into the likeness—such as it is—of Napoléon -Trois. Good business!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">174</span></p> - -<p>“Napoléon Trois has always been my particular -detestation, Miss Vic-who-ought-to-have-been-Balaclava,”—which -was his usual counter-stroke to her thrust,—“as -you very well know. This was imposed upon me by -force of circumstance. I had to get home, you see,—for -all your sakes. And to get home I had to come across -France.”</p> - -<p>“And you were afraid of being taken for a German -spy! I see.”</p> - -<p>But he had known her since her hair hung down her -back and he would not take offence.</p> - -<p>“I might very well have been taken for a German, -anyway, and Germans are not held in high esteem in -France at the moment.”</p> - -<p>“Nor anywhere else in the world except in Germany. -And I hope they’ll be blotted out even there before long. -Detestable wretches!”</p> - -<p>“Ta—ta! There speaks hot youth. But it does not -trouble me since I have nothing in common with Germany.”</p> - -<p>“Except your name, and your birth, and your looks,—when -they’re normal that is, mein Herr! They’ll intern -you, for certain, at Dorchester, or Porchester, or wherever -it is, and you <em>will</em> have a time.”</p> - -<p>“All that does not concern me, my dear. I am a British -subject just as much as you are.”</p> - -<p>“Not a bit of it, mein Herr! I was born one.”</p> - -<p>“The more credit to me. You couldn’t help yourself. -I acquired the right of my own good free-will.”</p> - -<p>“He has you there, Vic,” said the Colonel, who always -found huge enjoyment in their sparring. “But he has -brought us news of Ray and Lois—Mr and Mrs Ray Luard, -I should <span class="locked">say——”</span></p> - -<p>“No!” and the two girls flopped down into chairs -simultaneously.</p> - -<p>“Fact,—at least we have every reason to hope so. When -the Doctor saw them—at Hospenthal—they were making -their way down to Montreux, with the expressed intention -of getting married as soon as they got there.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">175</span></p> - -<p>“Well!... <span class="locked">I—am——”</span></p> - -<p>“‘Hammered!’ as Gregor says,” supplied Honor. -“What a pair of families we are! Vic, my dear, the atmosphere -of war is packed with marriage-germs. We must be -careful. I’m sure they’re catching. Mother, dear, some -tea, please. Quick! I feel faint,” and, first carefully -taking off her hat, she subsided gracefully against the back -of her chair.</p> - -<p>“All the same, Nor, it’s rather too bad, you know,” said -Vic resentfully. “That’s two weddings we’ve been done -out of. It’s really anything but fair.”</p> - -<p>“It’s abominably shameful,” said Honor, undergoing a -quick revival at thought of their wrongs. “I don’t believe -they’ll have been properly married out there. It ought to -be done over again as soon as they get home. How do you -know it will be all right?” she put it to the Colonel. “Ten -years hence it may come out that they are not really -married at all and there’ll be a dreadful scandal.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll trust Ray to see himself properly married, my dear,” -laughed the Colonel. “Don’t you worry your pretty head -about it,” and then with a touch of concern in his voice, -to the Doctor,—“I hope they’ll not give you any trouble -here, Rhenius. Some of the yellow rags are making something -of an outcry against foreigners—enemy foreigners, -I mean. You see, there undoubtedly is an immense amount -of espionage going on, and folks are apt to run to extremes -at times and lose all nice sense of discrimination.”</p> - -<p>The Doctor shrugged his big shoulders. “I was naturalised -years before some of you were born. They will not -trouble me,” he said with confidence. “If they do I’ll -come to you for a character, Colonel.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">176</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XIX">XIX</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">In</span> course of time and on the principle that Heaven -helps them that help themselves, the stranded English -in Montreux formed a committee of repatriation, -which met in a room placed at their disposal by the authorities -of the Kursaal, and, by dint of much writing and wiring -and hustling, towards the end of the month their arrangements, -such as they were, were, with the assistance of -Cooks, who had now returned to business, satisfactorily -completed.</p> - -<p>The penniless were to be sent off first, then the rest by -degrees in inverse ratio to their staying powers.</p> - -<p>Anxious as they were, for some reasons, to get home, -Lois, at all events,—with the knowledge that getting home -might well be but the beginning of sorrows—found herself -full of regrets at leaving Montreux. The little inconveniences -of their stay there had been gloriously impearled -with the glamour of their love. They had been perfectly -happy, and perfect happiness comes not often in life nor -ever lasts too long.</p> - -<p>They had taken leave of their friends, and Ray had duly -given the Vice-Consul a draft on Uncle Tony for the money -he had advanced them. Monsieur and Madame and all -the four demoiselles of the Pension Estèphe, and Anna the -maid, had all come to the station to see them off, and were -full of regrets at losing them, and now their train was -jogging along towards Lausanne bound for Geneva.</p> - -<p>They had been instructed to take with them provisions -for three days, within which time it was hoped the journey -to Paris might—failing accident—be accomplished. And -so they had, with the assistance of Madame of the Pension, -provided themselves with much bread, and butter, and a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">177</span> -tin of tongue, and a cold boiled fowl, and apples and pears -and tomatoes, and cheese, and two bottles, one filled with -wine and the other with cold tea. And they wondered if -they would ever get through such a pile of eatables and felt -prepared for a siege.</p> - -<p>Hand-baggage alone was to be taken, and theirs consisted -entirely of their provisions, as everything else they -possessed went into the rucksacs on their backs. Those -who attempted to take too much had to leave the excess in -the Consigne at the station, to be forwarded later if opportunity -permitted.</p> - -<p>They had been told to be at the station at 5 a.m. and to -form themselves into parties of eight, which would just fill -a compartment, and as Lois and Ray had made few acquaintances -they had some difficulty in making up their -complement. They made hasty quest round, however, and -Lois discovered two little elderly maiden ladies, waiting -timidly in a corner for someone to take them in hand and -tell them what to do, which she immediately did, and they -wept gratefully. And Ray picked out two nice-looking -boys of about his own age, who were standing watching -the confusion in aloof amusement,—found they were not -engaged, and secured them on the spot.</p> - -<p>The final two in their carriage were thrust upon them at -the last moment when the authorities found their numbers -short. They were two young men from Lancashire, who -did not speak a word of French—or indeed of anything but -broad Lancashire—and they rarely opened their mouths. -They were decent quiet fellows, however, and made no -trouble.</p> - -<p>The little ladies had just started on a Swiss trip to -which they had been looking forward for years, and the -war had made short work of it.</p> - -<p>“We came to Switzerland once before, when our father -was alive. But since he died—well, we have been keeping -a school,”—confided one of them to Lois,—“and we -have just disposed of <span class="locked">it——”</span></p> - -<p>“You see these newer subsidised schools are making<span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">178</span> -things hard for the private schools,” said the other, as -the train jogged along the side of the lake, still wreathed -with swathes of fleecy mist. “And when the chance -offered we were glad to retire.”</p> - -<p>“And we thought it would he so delightful to renew -our old memories of Switzerland. We were at -<span class="locked">Zermatt——”</span></p> - -<p>“I was trying to remember where we’d seen you,” said -one of the stranger youths, with just enough of a drawl -and intonation to betray a trans-Atlantic origin. “We -were at Zermatt too. We came across to climb something -and they told us Matterhorn was about as good as anything. -So we went to Zermatt and made a start on -<span class="locked">Matterhorn——”</span></p> - -<p>“You began at the top,” said Ray.</p> - -<p>“Matterhorn’s not a thing you can begin at the top. -But we started from the Schwarzsee, and that’s 8945 -feet up.”</p> - -<p>“8495,” said his brother.</p> - -<p>“And you got on all right?” asked Lois, while the -little ladies regarded them with silent admiration,—men -who had actually been up the Matterhorn, at which they -themselves had gazed in fearful rapture from below!</p> - -<p>“It was all right. We had guides, four of them, very -good fellows, and ropes and axes and all the usual things. -And they got us through. The only thing that happened -to us was a stone in one of the couloirs that came down -on my brother’s wrist and smashed his watch, and cut him -a bit.”</p> - -<p>“Had you done any climbing in America?” asked -Ray.</p> - -<p>“Nary! Never climbed <span class="locked">anything——”</span></p> - -<p>“’Cept stairs!” said his brother.</p> - -<p>“Plenty stairs, yes, but no mountains to speak of. -That’s why we came—to see how it felt.”</p> - -<p>“And it felt good,” said his brother.</p> - -<p>“Yes, it felt good, and if we could have stopped we’d -have climbed some more. But this flare-up’s knocked<span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">179</span> -everything sky-high. We couldn’t raise a red cent on -our letters of credit, and there we were, stony in a strange -land, and not even able to tell what was the matter, ’cept -when we struck someone that had the good sense to speak -English.”</p> - -<p>They were extremely nice fellows, graduates of Harvard, -one studying law in Boston, and the other medicine, and -their humorous outlook and comments on life in general -did much to palliate the discomforts of the journey.</p> - -<p>They had gone in strongly for fruit as provisioning, -and had a couple of melons, a large supply of grapes, -apples and pears and nuts, and of course tomatoes. The -little ladies’ ideas had run to sandwiches and chocolates -and a few bananas, all of which they confidently asserted -were extremely nutritious.</p> - -<p>At Geneva they had to change trains for the journey -through France. They were all bundled out into the -courtyard outside the station, and stood there in the -broiling sun till soldiers with bayonets separated them -into parties of forty and finally marshalled them to their -carriages.</p> - -<p>These were a decided come-down,—old non-corridors, -five-on-a-side, and some without even racks for their -parcels. However, it was all part of the adventure, and -our party, all sticking together, were glad to find themselves -at last securely locked in and really started on the -journey home.</p> - -<p>It was slow business, however, and freighted with discomforts, -but they made as light of these as they possibly -could, and did their best to look upon it all as a joke.</p> - -<p>When, in the course of the night, Lois produced a small -spirit lamp she had lavishly expended two whole francs -on, and, after several times nearly setting them all on -fire, managed to produce cups of tea all round—an operation -which took time, since her kettle was of the smallest -and they had only two aluminium folding-cups—they -could none of them find words commensurate with their -gratitude. Time, however, was the one thing they did<span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">180</span> -not lack, and their absorbed interest in that precarious -tea-making, and the attention they had to give to unexpected -conflagrations, and then their exultation and -enjoyment over their cups of hot tea, rejoiced her greatly -and fully compensated her for her prodigal expenditure -on the spirit-lamp and kettle.</p> - -<p>Even the new members of their party, a somewhat -reserved young Englishman and his wife, returning dolefully -from a short-cut honeymoon, thawed by degrees -under the influence of hot tea at midnight, and became -quite cheerful and friendly, in spite of the fact that no -formal introductions had taken place.</p> - -<p>They were packed pretty tight in their old-fashioned -carriage, and but for the general goodwill the discomforts -would have been almost insupportable.</p> - -<p>They chatted and ate, and ate and chatted, and made -tea at intervals, and now and again dozed with their -heads on one another’s shoulders quite irrespective of -persons. The ladies were accorded the corner seats and -the men acted as pillows and buffers between. And so -they jogged slowly along through the night, drawing up -now and again with a succession of clangorous bumps -that ran from end to end of the train and died with -lugubrious creakings into startling silence, then starting -again with a jerk that shook them all wide awake. It -was as though they were cautiously feeling their way -through the darkness and unknown dangers ahead.</p> - -<p>Of official stops there were almost none. When one -did come, and the guard announced ‘dix minutes d’arrêt,’ -everybody poured out of the carriages, to fill their water-bottles -at the station pump and stretch their cramped -legs gratefully.</p> - -<p>In the very early morning they had a stop of nearly -an hour and heard that it was because a lady had been -taken ill. They blessed her fervently, washed their hands -and faces at the pump, and many boldly produced toothbrushes -and did their teeth. And all the time afterwards, -their American boys kept suggesting that Lois, or one<span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">181</span> -of the little ladies, or the young bride, should go sick -and procure them another such happy release from their -cages.</p> - -<p>Everywhere, as they waited in sidings, there were heavy -train-loads of soldiers speeding to the front. They were -all obviously in the best of spirits, eager to get to the long-expected -red work and to make an end of it for good and -all. They leaned out of the windows and cheered the -waiting trains, which gave them back cheer for cheer -and hearty God-speeds.</p> - -<p>Their young Englishman, with more zeal than aptitude -for foreign tongues, roused great enthusiasm by leaning -as far out as he could get and shouting at the top of his -voice, “Vive la Président!”—which was invariably greeted -with laughter and heartier cheers than ever. And so, by -slow degrees and haltingly, they crept up towards Paris, -where one of Cook’s people met them, and took them round -by the Ceinture railway, and saw them safely off for Dieppe.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">182</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XX">XX</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Mrs Dare</span> was sitting by the fire in the parlour -at Oakdene, knitting long deep thoughts into a -Balaclava helmet. On the other side of the -hearth sat Auntie Mitt, similarly occupied on a body-belt, -which, being more straightforward work, suited -her better. Both their faces were very grave, and -they had not spoken a word for close on half an hour. -There was so little to speak about and so much to -think about.</p> - -<p>The news from the front was not good. It did not bear -discussion. The Germans were still pressing furiously on -towards Paris. Their losses had been enormous and ours -had been terribly heavy though slight in comparison with -theirs. But life seemed the very last thing worth their -consideration. So long as they won the bloody game -nothing else mattered, and they were fouling the game with -every tricky manœuvre and abominable brutality their -twisted minds could contrive.</p> - -<p>It was a time indeed for anxious thought on the part of -all who had any stake out there, and Mrs Dare’s heart -ached with fears for Con. If he were still alive he must be -somewhere in the hands of these pitiless savages, and -according to the papers they spared none. They even -seemed to go out of their way and beyond human nature -in the pursuit of that gospel of frightfulness which the -Kaiser openly preached.</p> - -<p>Her heart had been wrung over Belgium and Northern -France. What chance had any man of coming alive out -of such a welter of crashing deaths? At times her faith -in the goodness of God and the ultimate triumph of -Right seemed to her overborne by the high-piled horrors of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">183</span> -the morning’s news. How—could—God—permit—such—doings?</p> - -<p>And when she was in that low state of spiritual health -it was always a comfort to her to hear the Colonel’s cheerful -voice at the door, and to set eyes on his grave but always -confident face.</p> - -<p>Her husband was so sorely tried in these days that even -she—helpless and almost hopeless as she felt herself at -times—had to play the part of faithful helpmeet as best -she might.</p> - -<p>The moratorium had indeed relieved him of the heaviest -of the pressure for the time being, but his business was -practically killed and the future weighed on him almost -beyond bearing.</p> - -<p>To both of them the Colonel played cheerful Providence, -and did his utmost to dissipate their clouds.</p> - -<p>“My dear Mrs Mother,” he would adjure her. “Have -we not gone through just such times <span class="locked">before——”</span></p> - -<p>“Never quite so dark—nor coming so close home to -one.”</p> - -<p>“That has been your happy fortune. But to thousands -of others they have come close home in just this same way. -Always in the end we pull through;—ay, even when we’ve -had less justification than we have now. If there’s a -righteous God overlooking this matter—and you’re not -going to tell me you doubt <span class="locked">it——”</span></p> - -<p>“No, I’m not. But I’m sometimes sorely put to it when -I think of it all,—the horrors—the <span class="locked">hideous——”</span></p> - -<p>“Don’t think of them. Think of the way our lads are -behaving out there. They’re simply grand. And the way -they’re toeing the line here is just as fine. And the -Colonies!—and Ireland! By Gad, ma’am, we’re living -in noble times! And we’ll see grander times yet. We’re—going—to—win! -Tough work first, maybe, but win we -shall, as sure as God’s God.”</p> - -<p>And his faith in his country and in the Higher Powers -never failed to cheer her into renewed hope.</p> - -<p>To John Dare he was equally helpful.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">184</span></p> - -<p>“Cheer up, John,” he would exhort. “There’s a lot of -life and work in you <span class="locked">yet——”</span></p> - -<p>“I feel sometimes as if I’d like to go to sleep and never -wake up again.”</p> - -<p>“I know. I’ve been there, but I’m glad now that I -thought better of it and waked up as usual. Things’ll -pull round all right. Darkest hour before the dawn, you -know.”</p> - -<p>“That’s the trouble. It’s all dark and I see no -dawn.”</p> - -<p>“It’s there all the same, man. Thousands of other men -feeling just same, but you’ll all come up smiling again in the -end.”</p> - -<p>But he was harder to beguile of his morbidity than his -wife. And, indeed, with a carefully-built business crumbled -to nothing at a stroke, and five-and-fifty years behind -him, it was not easy to regard the future with much confidence. -It was not to be wondered at that he was terribly -depressed, and at times a little irritable. Life was touching -him on the raw, and he found it hard to bear.</p> - -<p>“Well, we’ll have tea,” said Auntie Mitt, breaking the -half-hour’s silence and ringing the bell. “I hoped Sir -Anthony would be in by this time. Perhaps he will bring -us some good news from town.”</p> - -<p>“I’ve almost lost the expectation of hearing good news,” -said Mrs Dare. “It would be a refreshing novelty to hear -something cheerful again.”</p> - -<p>“We must never lose hope, my dear. While there’s -life,—you know.”</p> - -<p>“That’s just it. I can’t help fearing he’s dead all this -<span class="locked">time——”</span></p> - -<p>“Who, my dear? Sir Anthony?”</p> - -<p>“I was thinking of Con. He’s in my thoughts all the -time.”</p> - -<p>“Sir Anthony seems to feel certain he will be all right. -If—if the worst had happened, he says, we should certainly -have heard before this.”</p> - -<p>But Mrs Dare shook her head. “I don’t know. This<span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">185</span> -war seems different from any other war. They do such -dreadful things. They seem to respect nobody.”</p> - -<p>“They are certainly behaving very badly, if one can -believe all the papers say. I sometimes think they -exaggerate a little, you know,—make the worst of things -and the best, just as they think it will please people. -The papers are very different from what I remember -them.”</p> - -<p>“They have changed a bit in the last seventy years -or so, haven’t they, Auntie Mitt?” said the Colonel, who -had come quietly in behind the maid with the tea-tray.</p> - -<p>“Oh—Sir Anthony! Seventy years! They have -changed terribly in the last twenty years.”</p> - -<p>“Of course they have. When you and I first knew -them—— Thanks!” as she thrust a cup of tea at him.</p> - -<p>“Any good news?” asked Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“In the papers—none. Confidentially, I hear that the -tide is about to turn. They’re not to get to Paris anyway.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad of that. It would have been hateful. They -would have crowed so. And Paris has suffered from -them before. What is going to happen?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, having drawn them on, now we’re going to roll -them back.”</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t it have been better to keep them out?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, if we could have done so, but we couldn’t. They -were too strong for us. But we’ve been getting stronger -every day and now we’re going to turn and rend them.”</p> - -<p>“I’m not blood-thirsty by nature, but truly I’ve come -to the point of longing to see them rent in pieces. It is -very horrible, I know, but I can’t help it.”</p> - -<p>“It’s very human, Mrs Mother. We’ll rend ’em in -pieces for you all right, but it’ll take time and some -doing.”</p> - -<p>“And terrible loss,” she said with a sigh.</p> - -<p>“No gain without loss, and their losses have been -awful. There never has been anything like it. How long -they can stand it, I don’t know.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">186</span></p> - -<p>“I’ve given up caring for their losses in thinking of -our own. I’m growing inhuman.”</p> - -<p>“Not a bit! Couldn’t—no matter how hard you tried. -Now who’s this, I wonder. Some of Auntie Mitt’s old -tabbies, I expect. I’ll bolt.”</p> - -<p>But the door opened and disclosed the maid’s face all -alight with excitement as she announced with a jerk, -“Please, ma’am,—Sir Anthony,—Mr and Mrs Luard!” -and Ray and Lois walked in.</p> - -<p>The Colonel rushed at them with a shout. Mrs Dare -jumped up. And Auntie Mitt almost upset the tea-table -into the fire-place.</p> - -<p>“Well, well, well!—Mr and Mrs Luard! My dear,”—as -he kissed Lois heartily,—“This is a great day for us! -There,—go to your mother. She’s been aching for you. -Ray, my dear boy, you’re a champion. How did you -get here? Where have you come from? How are -you?”—All which incoherencies testified his feelings -better than many set speeches.</p> - -<p>“I suppose you never got the wire I sent from Montreux, -sir?” asked Ray.</p> - -<p>“Never got a thing, my boy. But Rhenius got home -and told us you were wanting money and I’ve been doing -my best to get some sent out, but so far it’s been impossible. -How did you manage?”</p> - -<p>So they unfolded the idyl of their great adventure over -many cups of tea; each supplementing the other with -suddenly remembered intimate little details, the one -taking up the running whenever the other ran dry, or -out of breath, or stood in need of sustenance.</p> - -<p>“We spent the night on the boat,” concluded Lois, -“with eight hundred others. It was an awful pack and -we had to sleep <span class="locked">anywhere——”</span></p> - -<p>“She slept on a bench on deck, and I lay under the -bench, and every bone of me’s <span class="locked">sore——”</span></p> - -<p>“So are mine,” said Lois, “and it was none too -<span class="locked">warm——”</span></p> - -<p>“Fortunately it didn’t rain, and we managed to get<span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">187</span> -some hot tea early in the morning which bucked us up a -bit. But it’s not an experience I’d care to repeat—not -just that part of it, I mean.”</p> - -<p>“Now tell us all the news,” begged Lois. “We’ve -been in the wilderness for a month and we know practically -nothing except that we’re at war. How’s everybody? -And how are things going?”</p> - -<p>All that would obviously take much telling, and Auntie -Mitt, foreseeing a considerably enlarged party for dinner, -disappeared quietly to look after the commissariat.</p> - -<p>The wanderers were mightily astonished at the tale of -the last month’s happenings. They rejoiced at Alma’s -marriage, but were greatly disturbed at Con’s disappearance. -Having as yet been told nothing of the savage -brutalities in vogue among the Germans, they were, -however, hopeful that he would turn up again all right -in time.</p> - -<p>“It is terrible for Alma, all the same. We must go up -and see her, as soon as possible, Ray.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll go to-morrow, and give her a surprise.”</p> - -<p>A foretouch of future shadows fell on them when they -heard of Noel and Gregor MacLean having joined the -London Scottish.</p> - -<p>“What about the First Battalion, sir?” Ray asked -at once.</p> - -<p>“Mobilised for Foreign Service, my boy.”</p> - -<p>“Where are they?—Head-Quarters?”</p> - -<p>“Watford.”</p> - -<p>“There’ll be some papers waiting here for me, I -suppose.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll find them all in your room.”</p> - -<p>“I must go up to-morrow first thing. Did you tell -them why I hadn’t answered, sir?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I called at Head-Quarters and saw Colonel -Malcolm. He said it would be all right, and he would -keep your place open as long as possible. They’ll be -glad to see you, even if you’re a bit late.”</p> - -<p>“You really feel you must go, Ray?” asked Mrs<span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">188</span> -Dare anxiously, full of thought for Lois and remembering -Con.</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother dear. I must go. We have talked it -all out, and Lois feels as I do about it. It is evident -that we’re going to need every man we can put into the -field, and if there are any shirkers they ought to be shot.”</p> - -<p>“It will be hard to part with him,” said Lois bravely. -“But he cannot stop when all the rest are going.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare picked up her knitting and went quietly on -with her work. Her heart was overfull. This monster -of War was taking them one by one. What if none of -them ever came back? What terrible gaps it would -make in their lives! God help them all!</p> - -<p>The Colonel’s hand dropped gently on Lois’s and patted -it softly in token of his high approval.</p> - -<p>And presently Ray slipped away to look over his equipment -and pack his kit. To make sure that everything -was in order he put on his uniform, and when he went -down to them again it was as First Lieutenant Luard of -G Company of the London Scottish, and very fine and -large he looked as he came striding into the room.</p> - -<p>“I think everything’s all right,” he said. “If anyone -sees anything amissing, kindly mention it.”</p> - -<p>And Lois looked on him with shining eyes and a flush -of pride in her face. But in her heart she was saying, -“He is splendid, splendid,—but suppose it only leads -to his death.”</p> - -<p>Such thoughts, however, were for private consumption -only, and her face was all in order as she commented -with quiet approval on this detail and that, and asked in -matronly fashion if he was sure all his buttons were -stitched on tight.</p> - -<p>She liked him so much in his fine feathers that he consented -to keep them on. “For,” she said to herself, -“to-morrow he will be gone and I would like to think of -him like that.”</p> - -<p>Vic and Honor came in only in time for dinner and -could hardly believe their eyes. They loaded Lois with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">189</span> -reproaches for her hole-and-corner wedding and commented -adversely on her German frock, which they -advised her to burn forthwith, or as soon as she could -procure something decent enough to be walked with, and -she promised to attend to their wishes in town in the -morning.</p> - -<p>The Colonel had sent word to the Red House for Mr -Dare to come over if he came in, and presently he appeared, -so worried-looking and dispirited that Lois’s heart was -touched and troubled about him. But he brightened up -at sight of her and Ray, and gave them very hearty -greeting. The lack of news concerning them had been -an addition to his load. The sight of them now, alive -and well, lightened it to that extent.</p> - -<p>He brought the cheering news of a heavy defeat of the -Austrians by the Russians at Lemberg, but had nothing -encouraging to report from France. There we were still -falling back and there was talk of the Government removing -itself from Paris to Bordeaux, which was not -reassuring. It sounded so fatally like 1870.</p> - -<p>“Wise, all the same,” said the Colonel confidently. -“Every additional step the Germans take from their -base is a possible added risk for them. But I heard better -news than that, Dare. We think they’ve come far enough -and now we’re going to call a halt. And maybe we’ll -even drive them back.”</p> - -<p>Over dinner, the great adventure had all to be gone -through again, and the girls did their best to convince -Lois that she was not properly married and certainly ought -to go through the ceremony once more to make quite -sure, for her own satisfaction and theirs.</p> - -<p>“Think how awful it would be,” said Vic portentously, -“if in ten years’ time you found it was invalid, and Ray -could just shake you off with a simple ‘Good-day, -Madam!’”</p> - -<p>“Horrible!” laughed Ray. “Don’t you worry yourself -thin over it, Balaclava. I’ve seen to it that -she can’t get rid of me, no matter how she wants<span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">190</span> -to. Everything is quite all right, my child. Trust me -for that.”</p> - -<p>And Lois, smiling confidently, was yet praying in her -inmost heart, “God spare him to come back to me! -It may be that when he goes I may never see him -again.”</p> - -<p>They were still deep in talk when the boys came swinging -in about nine o’clock, and at sight of the uniform they -drew themselves up and saluted smartly.</p> - -<p>“Three paces in front and three in the rear!” said -Noel, and they marched solemnly past Ray before dropping -their hands. “And if a simple private may be permitted -to address his superior officer,—where the dickens have -you two dropped from—a Zeppelin?”</p> - -<p>“No, only the Folkestone boat——” and, after a brief -outline of their wanderings abroad, they fell into talk of -regimental matters.</p> - -<p>“Maybe they’ll put you back into the Second Battalion,” -suggested Gregor, and Lois’s heart beat hopefully.</p> - -<p>“Oh, will they, my boy? Not if I know it. The -Colonel knows all about it and he’s holding my post for -me.”</p> - -<p>“Lucky beggar!” said Noel enviously. “I wish we -were off to the front. Greg and I are as fit as any man -in the First, and I’ll bet you we’d knock spots off most -of them in the shooting line, eh, Greg?”</p> - -<p>“And what are you playing at all day?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, mouching about Head-Quarters while the Hossifers -change their minds as to what we should do. There’s a -fearful lot of mouching about in this business.”</p> - -<p>“Worse than Throgmorton Street,” said Gregor.</p> - -<p>“To-day we did a route march to Richmond Park. -Jolly hot it was too, and some of the fellows had about -as much as they could stick. Greg and I didn’t turn a -hair. By the way,”—to the girls,—“you remember us -telling you of the old lady who comes out on to her -balcony every time we go out Putney way, and waves -a black cardboard cat to us for luck? She was there again<span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">191</span> -to-day, waving away like a jolly old windmill, and we -gave her a cheer that did her heart good, I bet.”</p> - -<p>“Dear old thing!” said Honor. “Perhaps she’s got -someone in the battalion.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. But she’s undoubtedly gone on us.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see why,” said Vic critically. “Any news of -uniforms yet?”</p> - -<p>“On the contrary,” laughed Gregor, with quiet enjoyment. -“Some of the fellows in the First Battalion, who -couldn’t go abroad for one reason or another and so have -been put back into the Second, have had to give up theirs -to fellows in the First who were short, and they’re as mad -as bears at having to tramp in civvies. Dear knows -when we’ll all get fitted out.”</p> - -<p>“Oh well,” chimed in Noel, “I’d sooner wear my own -things than go about like a convict in blue serge, as some -of Kitchener’s poor beggars have to.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, they do look rotten.”</p> - -<p>“Feel rotten, too, you bet. If they put me in convict -dress I’d feel like chucking the whole thing.”</p> - -<p>“Kilt before country!” suggested Vic ironically.</p> - -<p>“Not a bit. Kill’t for one’s country, if you like, so -long as it’s in a kilt. But I can tell you it makes a difference -to your feelings—padding along like an out-of-work -procession, with every kind of coat and cap that ever -was made. Makes one feel like a rotten old jumble sale.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll get your togs in time,” said Ray. “The great -thing is to have the man that’s to go inside them fit and -well.”</p> - -<p>“Well, we’re all that anyway. We’ve been route-marching -ourselves and potting clay-pigeons for a month -past.”</p> - -<p>Mr and Mrs Dare were noticeably quiet. She, because, -in spite of herself, her heart was depressed at all this close -approximation of the Juggernaut of War. It was impossible -to close her mind to the fears that beat blindly -at it. Con gone already—possibly gone for good. Ray -going,—he might well never come back. Noel and Gregor<span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">192</span> -longing to go,—they would jump at any chance that offered. -They too might never come back, and she had fathomed -Gregor’s feeling for Honor, from the shy anxious glances -he cast at her whenever opportunity offered. About Noel -and Vic she was not so sure; their manner towards one -another puzzled her. But already she forecasted all the -boys lying dead and all the girls left broken-hearted.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare had his own reasons for withdrawing into his -shell. Business, of course, for one thing. And for another,—Noel.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_193">193</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXI">XXI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Noel</span>, embryo warrior, was a very different personage -from the Noel of six weeks ago looking forward -without enthusiasm to the stool in St Mary Axe.</p> - -<p>The sudden enlargement of his horizon to the boundless -possibilities of military life and active warfare had, unconsciously, -and perhaps unavoidably, wrought changes -in him.</p> - -<p>From being a boy, dependent on his father for both -present and future, he had become suddenly a man, independent, -and at times somewhat resentful of either -control or advice.</p> - -<p>His whole heart and mind were given with his active -body to his new duties. He was soldier first, and anything -else afterwards. To Honor it was quite understandable. -He was jovially patronising to her and she held her own by -chaffing him royally when chance offered. To his father -and mother it was understandable also, but none the less -somewhat of a trial at times.</p> - -<p>Their boy was no longer wholly theirs. He had suddenly -become a soldier and considered himself a man. They -rejoiced in the better points of his manly development, -but both felt keenly their deprivation in him; Mr Dare -perhaps the most.</p> - -<p>They saw very little of him. He was away early and -home late. He was making many new acquaintances. -Home and its associations counted for less with him. There -was a general loosening of the old ties. They felt it, indeed, -a beginning of the end that might find its consummation -out there in the battle-smoke.</p> - -<p>“We are losing him already,” said Mr Dare with a sigh, -one night when a telegram had come from Noel saying that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_194">194</span> -as he had to be on orderly duty early next morning he would -sleep at the Soldiers’ Home opposite Head-Quarters. He -had hinted at the possibility once or twice, but they had not -taken it very seriously.</p> - -<p>“We must not lose him,” said Mrs Dare quietly. “He -is keeping all right, John, I feel sure. He said he might -have to stop now and then, you know. He’s got to take -his turn with the rest.”</p> - -<p>“I know, I know,” said Mr Dare, a trifle irritably. -“All the same I feel as if we were losing our hold on him.”</p> - -<p>“I suppose it’s inevitable to some extent. We must -do our best to hold on to the little that is left us.... If -he ... if he comes through it safely, as we pray that he -may, perhaps he will come all back to us.... Perhaps,” -she said, following up a side thought, “it is nature’s way -of softening the blow if he should not come back to us. -The parting is beginning even now.”</p> - -<p>“Hmph!” grunted Mr Dare resentfully. “He’s -getting out of hand, that’s certain. I asked him to see to -something the other day ... I really forget what it was,—some -small thing that he’d have done in a moment two -months ago,—and he simply let it slide,—never gave it -another thought <span class="locked">apparently——”</span></p> - -<p>“Boys are very thoughtless when their minds are full of -their own concerns. I expect he just forgot all about it.”</p> - -<p>“That doesn’t make it any easier to bear.”</p> - -<p>“I know. It only explains it perhaps.”</p> - -<p>“And I’m beginning to doubt if he’ll ever settle down to -ordinary work again. He has never been so keen on anything -in his life before. I don’t understand it. Where -does he get it from?”</p> - -<p>“It’s partly boyish love of adventure, and partly, I -don’t doubt, real feeling that every man is needed, and -when so many are going he wouldn’t be one to stop behind. -We will give him credit for that. But, indeed, it is the last -thing in the world I would have desired for him.”</p> - -<p>“Or I,” said Mr Dare, with a sigh.</p> - -<p>The change in their relationship manifested itself in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_195">195</span> -many little ways,—quite trifling some of them, but to Mr -Dare’s already bruised and sensitive feelings none the less -galling.</p> - -<p>The frank confidences of boyhood, which kept back -nothing, were gone. Beyond the bare statement that they -had done a route march to Richmond or Hampstead, or -had been mouching about Head-Quarters all day, or playing -about in Hyde Park, even his mother’s interested attempts -to draw him out came to little.</p> - -<p>His manner at times seemed to hint that it would be -waste of time on his part to enter into the details they -would so have enjoyed hearing, since, being mere -civilians, they could not possibly understand purely -military matters.</p> - -<p>When, occasionally, by some lucky chance, his Company -was dismissed earlier than usual, if he did not stop in town -to go to a theatre or music-hall with some of his fellows, -he would rush in for a meal and off again almost before he -had swallowed it, to call on this one or that one where -he evidently found more congenial company than at -home.</p> - -<p>If they all happened to meet outside, at Oakdene or -elsewhere, they would find him in the highest of spirits, -reeling off merry yarns of their doings en route or at Head-Quarters, -and they felt a little sore that all this brighter -side of him should be kept for foreign consumption when -the home market was pining for it.</p> - -<p>“Have we failed in any way in our duty to him?” -grumbled Mr Dare, after one such evening at Oakdene, -as he and Mrs Dare went along together to their own -house, which had never felt so lonely since they came -to it.</p> - -<p>“No, John, we haven’t,” said Mrs Dare. “It’s just -that he’s very young still though he thinks he’s a man, -and youth draws to youth. It’s always the way, I -expect.”</p> - -<p>“It wasn’t so with Con, or Lois.”</p> - -<p>“They had the younger ones—and they were all<span class="pagenum" id="Page_196">196</span> -younger together. Young birds must quit the nest, you -know.”</p> - -<p>“Youth is apt to run to selfishness, it seems to me. -I think we’d better take a smaller house.”</p> - -<p>“We might well do that, but I would be sorry to leave -Willstead and all our friends.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_197">197</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXII">XXII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap r"><span class="smcap1">Ray</span> went off in full rig first thing in the morning, -taking his kit with him, in case, as he thought -probable, he should be ordered to join his company -at once.</p> - -<p>Vic and Honor had business in town, so they went -with him and Lois to the station, where they found Noel -and Gregor marching impatiently about the platform for -the train to come in.</p> - -<p>“You can’t travel with us, you know,” said Noel. “We -go third. <span class="locked">Officers——”</span></p> - -<p>“Thanks, my child! ‘Out of the mouths of <span class="locked">babes——’”</span></p> - -<p>“The girls will of course follow the uniform,” said Noel, -while Gregor grinned hopefully.</p> - -<p>“Of course,” said Honor, and they got in with Ray. -He leaned out of the window for a last word with Lois, -who was going up later to do some shopping; and then -they were gone, and she stood watching the joggling end -carriage till it was out of sight, and wondered forlornly -if she would ever see him again.</p> - -<p>She was still standing watching, with an odd little feeling -in her heart that when she turned away it would be like -cutting the last link with the happy past and turning -to face the anxious future, which stood waiting peremptorily -just behind her, when the down-train ran in. She -turned with a sigh that was almost a sob, and went out -into the road.</p> - -<p>Her eyes were misty as she went. It was the beginning -of partings, and if he went to the front, as he most -assuredly would if the rest went, it might be the beginning -of the end.</p> - -<p>And life was just at its fullest with them, just opening<span class="pagenum" id="Page_198">198</span> -its fairest white flowers. They were so very happy,—and -would have been happier still, if this hideous war -had not come.</p> - -<p>But she must be brave. Ray was feeling it just as -much as she was. But he had gone to his duty with -high heart and quiet face, and she must do no less.</p> - -<p>But it was hard, hard, hard, to part with him so soon. -God help them both! They were in His hands, and she -must cling to that with might and main.</p> - -<p>“Lois!”—and she turned quickly and found Alma -hurrying to come up with her.</p> - -<p>But a much-altered Alma. The beautiful face, which -used to be all agleam with the joy of life,—the gracious -curving mouth, where quick smiles and ready laughter -used to hover,—the eloquent eyes which caught your -thought in advance of your words,—they were all there -but frozen to the semblance of a marble saint. Lois -caught her breath at the change in her.</p> - -<p>“Am I too late? Has he gone?” panted Alma.</p> - -<p>“Just gone. Oh, Alma! My dear! My dear!” and -they embraced one another there in the road, oblivious -of who might see them at it. For the tragic web of -circumstance in which their hearts were caught lifted -them above all care for such small mundane considerations.</p> - -<p>“Vic wrote me a line last night about you two, and I -knew Ray would have to be off at once, so I came as -soon as I could possibly get away. I <em>would</em> have liked -to see the dear old boy once more. How is he feeling -and looking?”</p> - -<p>“Just as you would expect him to. He looks splendid. -He is feeling—well, very much as we are, I suppose.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, these are sad and sober times for us all, but -chiefly for us women. I think it hits us harder than the -men. They have all the glamour and the activities. -There is not much glamour in it for us who sit at home -and wait for things to happen and fear the worst all the -time.”</p> - -<p>“No ... Al, dear, I can’t tell you all I feel about you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_199">199</span> -and Con. But, dear, I feel somehow that he will come -back. I do not believe he is ... gone for good.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t myself. But the waiting and hearing nothing -is hard to bear.... I thank God a dozen times a day -that I have my work and that it is hard and taxing. If -I hadn’t I should break down. You must get some work -to do, Lois. It is the only way to bear it.... But -when Con and I parted, the evening of the day we were -married—it was just outside the big gate at the hospital—I -just knelt by my bed half the night. I could not -think of sleeping. And I gave him up, there and then, -to God and his country, and made up my mind that I -might never see him again.”</p> - -<p>“It was brave and strong of you, dear. I’m afraid I -haven’t got up to that yet.”</p> - -<p>“It is best so. We may never see again any of those -who go. If we can bring ourselves to really understand -that, and say good-bye to them in our hearts, I think the -pain of the actual news will be lessened.”</p> - -<p>“But we can always hope for them.”</p> - -<p>“Of course. We can, and do, and will. And if the -hope is realised, so much the better. But if not, the -pain will be less.”</p> - -<p>“It is all very terrible. Who would have thought it -three months ago?”</p> - -<p>“Ay, indeed!... I cannot help hoping that those -who brought it about may suffer in themselves every bit -of the suffering they are causing.”</p> - -<p>Her unexpected visit was a pleasant surprise to the -Colonel and Auntie Mitt. It reminded them of her -sudden home-swoops of ante-war-days, but with the -unforgettable difference. Auntie Mitt, indeed, kept -stealing surreptitious glances at her, as though she were -not absolutely certain in her own mind that this really -was their own Alma. And the Colonel’s voice had a novel -inflection in it when he spoke to her.</p> - -<p>“No news, Uncle, or you would have let me know,” -was her first word to him.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_200">200</span></p> - -<p>“Nothing yet, my dear. I shall hear the moment they -have anything definite. But they all seem quite hopeful.”</p> - -<p>But she had heard that so often that it had come to -lose its savour for her.</p> - -<p>“I am very sorry to have missed Ray. I got off as -early as I could, but we are terribly busy. Have you -any further idea as to my going out?”</p> - -<p>“My dear, you could go out, I imagine, with any party -that is going. But ... I really think your best place -is here,—at your own work, I mean. If any news came, -and you were away out there somewhere,—think how -awkward it might be. We might want you at once and -never be able to find you. Can’t you bring your mind -to stopping at home?”</p> - -<p>“I suppose I must if you put it so. But I feel as -though I would like to go out and tackle harder work -still,—the harder and grimmer and redder, the better.”</p> - -<p>“I know,” said the Colonel understandingly. “And -if I thought it best I would say so, and help you there. -But I really think you are best at home—for a time at -all events. Now I must run, my dear. I promised to -be in town at eleven. Stop as long as you can. I’ll send -you good news as soon as I learn any.”</p> - -<p>She stayed till close on mid-day, ran in for a short -chat with Mrs Dare, had an early lunch, and then Lois -walked back to the station with her.</p> - -<p>“You will keep me posted as to Ray’s doings, Lo,” -she said, as they stood on the platform. “For your sake, -dear, I could almost wish he might not have to go. But -I know him, and you know him, and we both know that -if the rest went and he was left behind, it would break -his heart.”</p> - -<p>Lois nodded. Her heart was very full. She wished -Alma could stop at home. They could have helped one -another. Life was all partings at present.</p> - -<p>“Remember, dear,” said Alma, as the train came round -the curve, “we are more than ever sisters now. We -must help one another all we can. And—don’t forget!—throw<span class="pagenum" id="Page_201">201</span> -yourself into some good work or other. It is the -very best anodyne.”</p> - -<p>And, the next minute, Lois was watching the joggling -end of the train as it carried her away.</p> - -<p>She went slowly home to discuss with her mother what -work she should set her hand to. But before they had -decided anything the matter was settled for them, for -the time being, in quite a different way. A telegram -was brought over to her from Oakdene, and it was from -Ray at Watford.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“Have got rooms for you at Malden Hotel here. -Come along.”</p> -</div> - -<p>This meant a quick fly round if she was to do him no -discredit. Within an hour she was in town and whirling -in a taxi to Regent Street. Inside another hour she had -chosen, tried on, and had properly fitted, a costume and -hat equal to the occasion, and she reached the Malden at -Watford just in time for tea.</p> - -<p>Then she waited joyously for Ray to put in an appearance, -her clouds for the time being lightened by the -certainty of seeing him again, and of having at all events -some small share in him for a few days longer.</p> - -<p>She knew well enough that it was but a postponement -of the evil day, a very temporary lifting of the war-clouds -to let the sun of their happiness shine briefly through. -But possibly, to one under sentence of death, a respite -of even a week may seem a mighty gain,—seven long -days and nights snatched from the shadow beyond. -Possibly!—for to some it might seem better to have it -over and done with rather than to live on in the inevitableness -of the ever-approaching menace.</p> - -<p>Yet most would be gratified for even the gift of days, -and Lois was so. Like Alma, she felt that when the -actual parting came it would be wisdom to look on it as -possibly—probably final. And so these few unlooked-for -extra days were jewels beyond compare, vouchsafed them -by the goodness of God,—to be made the very most of,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_202">202</span> -and afterwards to be treasured as long as memory -lasted.</p> - -<p>Ray came striding in on her just before dinner.</p> - -<p>“Well!” he said, when he had kissed her to their -hearts’ content, and then held her off at arm’s length to -take her all in,—“We are smart!”</p> - -<p>“To be upsides with you, sir.”</p> - -<p>“However did you manage it? I was half afraid it -would bother you to come, but the Colonel gave permission -and it was too good a chance to miss.”</p> - -<p>“I should think so, indeed. I am so glad you managed -it.”</p> - -<p>There was a joyous surface-light on his face though -below it was set in firm restraint. Like herself,—but -with larger knowledge of the actual facts and so a clearer -estimate of the possibilities—he thought it more than -likely they might never see one another again when they -said their last good-bye. The slaughters out there were -terrible. Officers especially were going under at a terrific -rate. It seemed, from what they heard, that it was an -essential part of the new low German fashion of fighting -to make a dead set at every man in officer’s uniform.</p> - -<p>But not for one moment did he regret what they had -done. If the worst was to come, his last breath would -be the happier for the knowledge that their lives had -been one, and that Lois’s future was secure so far as Uncle -Tony’s generous hands could make it.</p> - -<p>His billet was not very far away, but the Colonel, who -had known him for years and Uncle Tony still better, -and who had heard all about their little romance, permitted -him the privileges of the hotel so that he might -spend as many of these last precious hours with his new-made -wife as possible, and Ray saw to it that love trespassed -not on duty by so much as one hair’s breadth.</p> - -<p>He was up and away each day before she was properly -awake, and he came in at night—when he came in at all—tired -and hungry, but hungriest of all for another sight -of her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_203">203</span></p> - -<p>And Lois spent the days intercepting the Battalion on -its route marches or exercising itself in cover-taking and -trench-digging and manœuvering at Fortune’s Farm.</p> - -<p>And always, when she managed to catch the long line -on the march, the sight of the intent masterful faces -under the cocked bonnets, and the rhythmic swing of the -kilts and bare knees and hodden-gray stockings and blue -flashes, to the spirited skirling of the pipes, brought her -heart up into her throat, and, often as not, the tears into -her eyes.</p> - -<p>They looked so gallant and so gay, so eager to be at it, -so gloriously young and full of life, so ready to do, and -dare, and die,—and, inevitably, some of them, many of -them maybe, would swing away into the war-cloud, just -like that—gaily, gallantly, eagerly, and would never -come out of it. The glorious young life would gasp itself -out on the foreign soil,—those who loved them would -know them no more save as happy memories,—and maybe -that life that was dearer to her than her own would -be among them.</p> - -<p>It was a sweet, poignant, uplifting time, and she lived -to its utmost every vital moment of it. As in one of -those gorgeous death-banquets of old, the ever-pressing -knowledge of the inevitable end heightened and deepened -and quickened the vitality of the moments that were -left. Life—in herself and in these others—had never -seemed so wonderful and so desirable. For—for some -of them—its hours were numbered.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_204">204</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIII">XXIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">Lois</span> was present, in a corner, at that last parade -at Fortune’s Farm when the new rifles were given -out. And, later on, with misty eyes and that -troublesome choking in the throat, she was watching the -long wavering gray line as it swung gallantly away with -skirling pipes and eager faces—en route for the front.</p> - -<p>Then she turned to go quietly home to her mother and -Uncle Tony, and to wait God’s will in the matter.</p> - -<p>She was to live at Oakdene as became Ray’s wife, but -her time was to be spent between the old home and the -new, and her energies devoted to cheering them both. -For both were lonely now and clouded. Of all the merry -company that had filled them with such joyousness of -youth, she was the only one they could now count upon.</p> - -<p>Victoria and Honor were out all day, slaving on Out-of-Work-Girls -and Belgian Refugee Committees, organising -crowds of willing but in many cases incompetent workers,—arranging -accommodation and hostels,—procuring -houses, funds, and furniture, and getting them into something -like working order.</p> - -<p>Noel was only in for supper, bed, and breakfast, and -not always that. The Colonel was carrying on a recruiting -campaign with a patriotic vehemence much in excess of -his years and his bodily powers.</p> - -<p>Miss Mitten meekly, and Mrs Dare boldly, did their -utmost to keep his exertions within reasonable limits. -But to all their expostulations and warnings his invariable -reply was,—“We need every man we can get, and since -I can’t go out, I must do all I can at home. Better to -wear out than to rust out or go under to those damned -barbarians.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_205">205</span></p> - -<p>“But you’ll do no good by killing yourself,” Mrs Dare -had remonstrated, one morning when he looked in as -usual in passing, and punctuated his paragraphs with -muffled sneezes.</p> - -<p>“Oh—killing myself! It’s not got to that yet. -(Att-i-cha!) I’m enjoying it, I assure you, Mrs Mother. -We got twenty fine (Att-i-cha!)—boys at Greendale last -night.”</p> - -<p>“Well, do keep your hat on when you must speak -outside, I beg of you. The nights are getting cold and -you’re not as young as you were, you know.”</p> - -<p>“It’s my one com—att-i-cha!—complaint. And it’s -only the outer husk that feels it. I’m really wonderfully -young inside, you know. I tell you, I was quite put out -yesterday when a young fellow insisted on giving me his -seat in the train.”</p> - -<p>“It was very nice of him.”</p> - -<p>“Hmph! Well, no doubt it was,—att-i-cha!—But, -hang it all, I don’t look as decrepit as all that, do I? -However, I got the better of him by giving it to an old -lady—a really old lady—a minute or two later. By the -way, Lois had a post-card from Ray this morning.”</p> - -<p>“What does he say? Where have they got to?” she -asked eagerly.</p> - -<p>“Says nothing except that he’s well and very busy. -No word as to where, of course.”</p> - -<p>“And no postmark?”</p> - -<p>“Nothing. They’re behind the war-screen now. We -shall know nothing more,—unless through the despatches, -maybe. Now we’ve got to live on—att-i-cha!—on faith -and hope,” he said meaningly.</p> - -<p>“And keep our hats on when we speak outside,” she -retaliated.</p> - -<p>“That’s all right,” he laughed. “I’ll begin taking -you and Auntie Mitt with me, one on each side, to hold -it down. I want to wave it all the time nowadays, -at thought of having those infernal Huns on the run at -last. More good news again to-day. Russia’s smashed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_206">206</span> -Austria into little bits in Galicia. Whurr—att-i-cha!—oo!”</p> - -<p>“They were retiring somewhere yesterday.”</p> - -<p>“In East Prussia. Quick advance there was by way -of diversion no doubt, and now they’ve done their work -and are taking up safer positions.”</p> - -<p>“When any part of our side retires it’s always a strategic -retreat,” smiled Mrs Dare. “But when the Germans -retire it’s always a rout.”</p> - -<p>“Well—so ’tis,” he laughed, and shook hands and -sneezed himself away.</p> - -<p>“You’d be very much the better of a couple of days -in your bed,” was her last piece of advice as he went -down the path.</p> - -<p>“When the war’s over. Did you ever manage to keep -John in bed for a couple of days?”</p> - -<p>“Yes—once,—for about two weeks—when he had -pneumonia.”</p> - -<p>“Well I’ll stop in bed when I get pneumonia,” and he -waved his hand again and marched away.</p> - -<p>At teatime, when Miss Mitten and Mrs Dare, and their -respective body-belt and jersey, were keeping one another -company in friendly silence in the Oakdene parlour, Lois -having gone into town to complete her outfit, the Colonel -came in looking no more than a washed-out rag of his -usual cheerful self.</p> - -<p>“I’ve decided to take your advice, Mrs Mother, and -lie up for half a day,” he said depressedly. “I ought -to be at Northcote to-night, but Penberthy has taken it -on instead. He’s a good chap, Penberthy, but unfortunately -he can’t speak worth a button. <span class="locked">However——”</span></p> - -<p>“The sooner you’re in your bed the better,” said Mrs -Dare. “You can’t afford to neglect a cold such as that.”</p> - -<p>“I always obey superior orders, don’t I, Auntie Mitt?”</p> - -<p>“I’m sure you did, Sir Anthony,”—at which he chuckled, -but less heartily than usual.</p> - -<p>“Just one cup of tea to cheer me up, and then, if you -will be so good, Auntie Mitt, a good big white-wine posset,—one<span class="pagenum" id="Page_207">207</span> -of your very best, and you’ll send me up a bit of dinner -later. Nothing like one of Auntie Mitt’s big white-wine -possets for chasing a cold out of the system. Talk about -grateful and comforting!”</p> - -<p>“I know them. Take my advice and put your feet in -mustard and water as well,” said Mrs Dare. “You’ve got -a very bad cold on you.”</p> - -<p>“I shouldn’t wonder if it’s a touch of influenza,” said -Miss Mitten, when she returned from compounding the -posset. “They say there’s a good deal of it about. I don’t -know that a posset is the best thing for him. He seems -hot enough to me. But it’s no good arguing with him. -He always does just as he pleases.”</p> - -<p>“I thought you agreed that he always obeyed superior -orders,” smiled Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“And so he does, but they’re always his own. When -he was in the army I have no doubt he did all he was told -and sometimes perhaps a bit more. That’s how he won -his V.C. But since he retired he’s been his own master -entirely.”</p> - -<p>“If he seems feverish in the morning I should send for -Dr Rhenius, if I were you. He has been grievously -overworking himself of late, and, since he won’t take care -himself, you must be careful for him.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I will,” said Auntie Mitt, with a very decided nod -and pursed lips. “He forgets his age sometimes.”</p> - -<p>Next morning the Colonel was so limp and full of pains -that he raised no objection when Miss Mitten suggested -the Doctor.</p> - -<p>“A stitch in time sometimes saves nine,” quoth she.</p> - -<p>“I’ve got ’em already,” grunted the patient.</p> - -<p>“Then it’s a touch of pleurisy, I expect,” and she -hastened to get advice on the subject.</p> - -<p>Dr Rhenius at once confirmed her speculative -diagnosis.</p> - -<p>“You’re my prisoner, Colonel, till I say the word, or I -won’t answer for consequences. You’ve been altogether -overdoing it, you know.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_208">208</span></p> - -<p>“King and Country need you,” grunted the Colonel in -extenuation.</p> - -<p>“Well, you’ll be more use to them alive than dead, and -you’ve got to knock off now, or you’ll knock out. Besides, -they can spare you well enough for a bit. They’re getting -all the men they can handle, aren’t they? In fact they -don’t seem able to handle properly those they’ve got, according -to the papers.”</p> - -<p>“Big job, you see, ... machinery hardly in order -yet.... Took us unawares, ... but we’re going to see -it through.”</p> - -<p>“What have you got up to now?”</p> - -<p>“What Kitchener asked for.... Half a million or so.... -We’ll need lots more before we’ve done with it.... Get me -right again as quick as you can.... I’ll go crazy lying here.”</p> - -<p>“If you follow my instructions, and keep still, and don’t -talk so much, I’ll get you right again. And when I do, -just try and remember that you can’t stand as much as you -could when you were five-and-twenty.”</p> - -<p>The Colonel grunted, since talking set the pain in his side -stabbing again. Dr Rhenius wrote out a prescription, -gave Miss Mitten very specific directions as to treatment, -shook a warning finger at the obstreperous one, and promised -to call back in the evening.</p> - -<p>“He’ll not be easy to manage,” he said to Miss Mitten, -as he went downstairs. “Shall I send you in a nurse?”</p> - -<p>“Is it as bad as that?” asked Auntie Mitt, to whom -an outside nurse suggested extremity. “If you think it -necessary, Doctor, we must have one.”</p> - -<p>“No need to be alarmed—as yet. But I know him, and -he’ll be a handful. And then there’s the night work, you -see.”</p> - -<p>“If you think it necessary then.”</p> - -<p>But as he went down the path he met Mrs Dare coming -up to enquire how things were. And when he told her, she -said at once, “Nurse? We don’t need any outside nurse. -We’ll manage him between us all right. Lois will be a -great assistance.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_209">209</span></p> - -<p>“She’s home then? And Ray?”</p> - -<p>“They’ve all gone,—to the front, we suppose;—the first -Territorials to go. They consider it a great honour. For -myself ... it makes me sick to think of it all.”</p> - -<p>“Very well, then. The three of you ought to be able to -manage him among you. We will leave it so.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll manage him all right. Tell us just what you want -done and we’ll do it. It will be good for us all and keep our -minds off other things.”</p> - -<p>No man could have had three more devoted and indefatigable -nurses. They spared themselves nothing and put -up with the safety-valve growlings of their patient like -angels.</p> - -<p>The Colonel had had so little illness in his life—apart -from wounds, which were quite a different matter—and -felt so keenly his country’s need for him to be up and doing, -that he took his shelving with anything but a good grace. -Auntie Mitt and Lois alone would never have been able to -manage him. But to Mrs Dare he submitted—a little -grumpily, at times—but still submitted, and exploded all -his objurgations on things in general under cover of the -bed-clothes.</p> - -<p>He insisted on Lois reading all the latest news to him -from the morning and evening papers, and forbade her to say -a word in her letters to Ray about his illness. “No good -worrying him,” he said. “He’ll have his hands full out -there without having me on his mind.”</p> - -<p>But presently he developed pneumonia in addition to the -pleurisy, and the Doctor put a peremptory embargo on -all war news, since it invariably sent his temperature up. -Absolute lack of news, however, had just as bad an effect, -and finally he was permitted to hear from day to day that -things were going well, and all the papers were kept for -him to read when he got better.</p> - -<p>They made much of the fresh loyal offers of help from -India, and of the successful aeroplane raid on the Dusseldorf -Zeppelin sheds, carefully withheld any hint of the sinking -of the Aboukir, Cressy, and Hogue, and the impudent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_210">210</span> -quarter-of-an-hour’s bombardment of Madras by the -lively Emden, and soothed him with assurances that France -and Britain were splendidly holding their own along the -Aisne, that Russia was forging ahead in Galicia, and that -recruiting was quite up to expectations. In fact they -played motherly censor to him with the already over-heavily -censored news, and permitted nothing whatever of -an upsetting nature to reach him; and of course they -overdid it,—just as the other censor did.</p> - -<p>He grew suspicious of all this cotton-woolling, and at -last insisted on Lois holding the paper before him each -morning so that he might scan the head-lines. Then he indicated -what he wanted read and there was no getting -out of it.</p> - -<p>Dr Rhenius, appealed to, did his best to break him off it, -but the result was disastrous. The Colonel’s temperature -went up a degree and a half through suppressed indignation, -and he had to be allowed his news.</p> - -<p>“Not a da-asht infant,” he murmured. “Can stand it—good -or bad. Must know.”</p> - -<p>But the fever sapped his strength to such an extent that -at times he lay so listless and apparently careless even of -news that Auntie Mitt grew apprehensive.</p> - -<p>“I don’t like it,” she confined to Mrs Dare. “It’s so -very unlike him. I would really be thankful to hear him -swear a little.”</p> - -<p>“The fever has weakened him. Once the crisis is past -he’ll begin to pick up again, and then we’ll tell him you -want to hear him swear again.”</p> - -<p>“It’s not really that I want to hear him swear, you -understand, my dear,” Auntie Mitt superfluously explained, -“but that I wish he were well enough to do so.”</p> - -<p>“I know. I would like to hear him too.”</p> - -<p>To keep the house quiet Victoria was stopping with -Honor at The Red House, which was quite to Noel and -Gregor’s taste.</p> - -<p>They were still doing heavy route-marching almost every -day, and on the off-days and Friday, which was pay-day,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_211">211</span> -they mouched about Head-Quarters or put in a bit of drill -in Hyde Park.</p> - -<p>The pay of three shillings a day—to cover travelling -expenses and daily rations—was to Gregor a negligible -matter. But to Noel, who had never earned a farthing in -his life, it was uplifting. He was actually keeping himself—in -cigarettes and amusements,—and in conjunction with -Gregor even took the girls to a theatre now and again. It -was a grand thing not to be dependent on anyone for his -pocket-money, and it made him feel excessively manly.</p> - -<p>He and Gregor—who, like a good chum, did his best -to keep his purse to the level of his friend’s—made many -quaint discoveries in the matter of restaurants where they -got a cut off the joint and two vegetables and bread, and -choice of cheese or sweets, for the all-round sum of one -shilling.</p> - -<p>Marching days, however, were lean days with them, -when they were dependent on the none-too-filling sandwiches -and biscuits, and apples and ginger-beer, of the -travelling canteen. And those nights they took home -tremendous appetites and were unjovial till they had been -satisfied,—a task which they divided about equally between -The Red House and the White.</p> - -<p>Mrs MacLean rejoiced whenever they went to her, and -would have liked them to come every night, and she was -never caught short. The girls did their best. But the -boys’ movements were as a rule so unforeseeable, and at all -times subject to such unexpected alteration on the spur -of the moment, that providing for them was no easy -matter.</p> - -<p>Gregor, at all events, showed no sign of complaint, and -doubtless the presence of the girls more than made up for -any little defects in the commissariat. Noel expressed -himself freely on the subject if occasion offered.</p> - -<p>“Wait till we go into camp,” grinned Gregor. “You’ll -learn things, my boy. Bully beef and hard potatoes, and -mouldy cheese, and jam that’s all the same whatever it -calls itself!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_212">212</span></p> - -<p>“Rotten! They might at all events feed us properly.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a shame,” said Honor. “I should strike, or -mutiny, or whatever’s the proper thing to do in such a -case.”</p> - -<p>“Proper thing is to grin and bear it and buy some extra -grub outside to fill up with. If you kicked you’d be taken -out and shot at dawn,” said Gregor gravely.</p> - -<p>“I don’t think soldiering’s as nice as I thought it -was.”</p> - -<p>“It’s not,—not all of it. But it’s got to be done since -the Kaiser’s said so.”</p> - -<p>“The wretch! I wish he would die.”</p> - -<p>“Not yet. He’ll suffer a lot more if he lives. At -least I hope so.”</p> - -<p>“He can never suffer as he deserves to,” said Vic. “I -would have all the pain and misery he has brought -about visited on his own head, but that’s not humanly -possible.”</p> - -<p>“He’ll suffer,” said Gregor weightily.</p> - -<p>“If we lick him all to pieces, as we shall do,” said Noel, -“he’ll surrender to England and be given a palace to live in -and a nice little pension. We’re altogether too soft-hearted. -When a man’s down we’re always sorry for him, no matter -what he’s done, and we sentimentalise over him like a lot -of silly schoolgirls.”</p> - -<p>“That all you know?” said Honor.</p> - -<p>“What about those kilts?” asked Vic.</p> - -<p>“Next week, please the powers! Things are turning up -by degrees. A lot of sporrans and spats came in this afternoon. -I saw them myself.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll be getting clothed bit by bit,” said Gregor. -“You’ll see us swanking it in one spat and a sporran maybe. -There’s no kilts come yet, and as for tunics!—you see there’s -more khaki wanted than they can turn out, though the -mills are working night and day, they say.”</p> - -<p>“And pretty poor stuff it is, from all accounts,” said -Noel. “You should hear a song the fellows have about -the rotten time they’re taking to give us our uniforms.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_213">213</span> -How does it go now? They roar it at top of their voice -whenever the Colonel comes <span class="locked">along,—</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indentqq">‘There’s a matter here to which we call attention,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Concerning which we feel a trifle warm,—</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The days are getting cold, and we’re slowly growing old,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And here we are without our uniform.’</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="in0">“Chorus, Greg!”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indentqq">‘Sunday we pray we soon may get ’em;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Monday, our spirits rise a bit;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tuesday is the day they say they’re on the way, but not a bit of it!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Wednesday, we grow a shade mistrustful,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thursday our hopes begin to fall;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On Friday we’re despairing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On Saturday we’re swearing,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">We’ll never get the—er—ruddy things—at all.’”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“Bravo!” cried the girls. “Encore!”</p> - -<p>But just at that point Mr Dare came in, with a tired -nod to them all, and Noel’s high spirits seemed to lower at -once by several degrees.</p> - -<p>“How is the Colonel to-night?” Mr Dare asked Vic.</p> - -<p>“He’s just about the same, Mr Dare. The stabbing -pain has gone, they say. But he’s very limp. Even -good news of the war hardly bucks him up. He seems -to want just to lie quiet, and I’ve never in my life -known him do that before. It shows how pulled down -he is.”</p> - -<p>“It’s the crisis to-night, I think, and it’s going to be a -wild night,”—as the wind shook the windows as though -trying to force its way in. “A bad night for the trenches -and a worse on the sea,” and he subsided into the evening -paper.</p> - -<p>“Lois had another post-card from Ray this morning, -father,” said Honor.</p> - -<p>“That’s good. He’s all right so far then. Doesn’t -say where, I suppose?”</p> - -<p>“Gives no clue. Not allowed. Simply says he’s quite -all right and awfully busy.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_214">214</span></p> - -<p>“Well, we must be thankful for that much. The -losses all round are terrible to think of. If it goes on -much longer at this rate——” but consideration for the -boys cut his Cassandra ruminations short.</p> - -<p>“Has the City any views as to how long it’ll last, sir?” -asked Gregor.</p> - -<p>“Any amount of views but no knowledge. Some are -sure it’ll be all over by <span class="locked">Christmas——”</span></p> - -<p>“Rotten! I jolly well hope not,” jerked Noel.</p> - -<p>“—And some say it will last two years or even three.”</p> - -<p>“There’ll be a lot of wastage if it goes on that long,” -said Gregor. “And all the countries would be bankrupt, -I should say.”</p> - -<p>“It’s too ghastly to think of. We’ll hope for better -things,” and he took to his papers again.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_215">215</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIV">XXIV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> big trees clashed and roared all night in the -gale. In the morning a huge limb of one of the -Oakdene elms lay on the lawn, and Vic, running -across, anxious for news of the Colonel, brought back word -that he had had a very restless night but was now sleeping -quietly, and that Mrs Dare was sure he was no worse,—which -in itself was great gain—and was not sure that he -was not even a little better.</p> - -<p>And so it proved when the Doctor called. He pronounced -the crisis passed and had every hope that his -patient was now on the road to recovery. Every care was -still needed, however, as one could never tell what might -happen in the case of such a trying combination as pneumonia -and seventy-eight years of age.</p> - -<p>Dr Rhenius himself was looking somewhat fagged and -overworked. He said there was a great deal of sickness -about, and set it down to some extent to the general -depression of spirits caused by the war. Every house -he went into had some connection with it, and the sense -of anxiety was widespread,—not, he admitted, as to the -ultimate issue, on which all minds were made up, but as -to the fate of relatives at the front. For the descriptions -which came home of the fierceness of the fighting and the -effects of the huge German shells, which dug holes in the -ground big enough to bury an omnibus in, seemed to -leave small hope of escape to any who might be exposed -to them.</p> - -<p>The stories of the atrocious barbarities practised by -the German hordes in Belgium and Northern France -depressed them all greatly,—Malines, Termonde, Rheims—there -seemed no bounds to the inhumanity of these<span class="pagenum" id="Page_216">216</span> -twentieth-century Huns. They had shed off the thin -veneer of their civilisation and reverted to savagery, and -the whole world stood aghast. That a nation professedly -Christian, and calling on God to assist its nefarious enterprises, -could not only descend to such depths but could -actually exult in them, was a shock to the moral sense of -humanity at large.</p> - -<p>What chance could there be for any who fell into their -vengeful hands? What chance even for those who went -out to meet them in fair fight? For trickery and treachery -and every mean device were the chosen weapons of their -dishonourable warfare. Nothing was sacred if it stood -in the way of their winning. They played the game like -dirty little gutter-snipes whose intention was to win at -all costs, and the fouler the means the more they exulted -in the success of them.</p> - -<p>There were heavy hearts at home in those days, and -‘Missing’ came to be regarded as almost more hopeless -than ‘Dead’;—certainly more pregnant of sorrows, for -the dead were happily done with it all and could suffer -no more.</p> - -<p>Con was ever in their thoughts. When his mother read -the grim accounts of the dastardly ill-treatment meted -specially to British prisoners, she was tempted at times -to wish his name had been in the fatal list which left no -room for further hopes or fears.</p> - -<p>And Ray,—any day might bring similar word concerning -him. Now and again a brief post-card reached them -saying he was well and busy. But even as they read the -precious words and rejoiced in them, each one knew full -well that since they were written the end might have come. -When bullets are flying and shells are bursting it takes -so little to end a life. And those venomous Germans -made a point of picking off every officer they could crawl -within range of.</p> - -<p>And presently Noel and Gregor would go. They were -as keen for the front as though they bore charmed lives -and death and mutilation were not. There were sure<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">217</span> -to be drafts before long to make good the inevitable -wastage in the First Battalion, and these two, splendidly -fit and eager for the fray, were certain to be among the -chosen.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare and Lois and Alma knelt long of a night, and -carried prayers in their hearts all day; Honor and Vic -perhaps also, but the matter had not come so poignantly -home to them as yet. Their younger eyes were still -somewhat misted with the pomp and glamour of war, -but from the others’ the scales had fallen and only the -horror and misery were apparent to them.</p> - -<p>Alma had run over to see how Uncle Tony was getting -on, and they were all six of them for once sitting over -their tea together, working busily, and talking quietly -in the shadow of the war-cloud. Lois had been sitting -with Uncle Tony till he fell asleep. He slept much of -late and was often listless and drowsy and very unlike -himself, when awake, especially in the afternoon.</p> - -<p>It was Alma who said, out of the fulness of her heart -and of much inevitable brooding over the matter,</p> - -<p>“You know, if the women of all the world would only -say the word, and say it together, and not only say it -but mean it with all their souls and lives, there could be -no such thing as war in the world.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare suspended work for a minute and regarded -her thoughtfully. Auntie Mitt peered at her over her -spectacles in wonder. Lois nodded comprehendingly, with -a star in each eye. Honor shook her head doubtfully. -Victoria said, “If we had the vote—perhaps.”</p> - -<p>“The vote will come all right in time,” said Alma. -“But I was thinking larger than that. In all wars the -women are the greatest and final sufferers. If they could -join hands all over the world and say ‘There shall be no -more war!’—well ... there would be no more war.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t see why,” said Honor. “The men would make -war all the same if they wanted to—as they would.”</p> - -<p>“Not if the women meant what they said, and were -prepared to stand by it and all its consequences. Ey!”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_218">218</span> -she said, throwing up her arms in a supplicatory gesture, -“I wish I could rouse them to it! It could be done. I’m -sure it could be done. And just think what it would -mean!”</p> - -<p>“It would mean new life and new hope,—a new Heaven -and a new Earth,” said Mrs Dare impressively. “It would -be a Second Advent.... My dear, it is a wonderful idea.... -If only it were possible!”</p> - -<p>“It is quite possible,” said Alma, with a quiet confidence -which impressed even Vic, who gazed at her in wondering -amazement, “The idea came to me in the night, as I lay -thinking of Con and Ray and the boys, and all the other -men-folk of all the other women in the world. And I saw -how it all might be done if it only could be done.”</p> - -<p>“How then?” asked Vic, impatiently, as Alma fell -silent and sat gazing thoughtfully into the fire.</p> - -<p>“Why,—in this way.—All men—except the few in every -country who hope to benefit by war—want peace. Peace -and happiness are the natural and healthy states of life. -War is unnatural and unhealthy. It is a lapse. Women -crave peace still more, for they are the greatest sufferers -by war. Let them unite all over the <span class="locked">world——”</span></p> - -<p>“Women don’t unite,” snapped Vic.</p> - -<p>“Even for such a trifling thing as the Vote they have -shown that they can unite. But when this war is over—it -has got to be fought out, I quite see that.—But it will -leave the heart of womanhood all over the world so sore -and bruised that, unless I am mistaken in my sex, the -women will be ready to do greater things than we have ever -dreamed of to prevent a recurrence of such doings.... I -can imagine a World-Wide Women’s League for Peace;—membership, -every right-thinking woman in the whole -<span class="locked">world——”</span></p> - -<p>“Phew!” whistled Vic. “How’d you get ’em?”</p> - -<p>“Easily, I think. That is a detail. I’ll deal with it -presently. Such an organisation, pledged to prevent war, -would be all-powerful. And, if it could do this greatest -thing of all, it would naturally have its say in all the minor<span class="pagenum" id="Page_219">219</span> -matters which, through men’s mishandling and easily-roused -passions, so often lead to war.”</p> - -<p>“You’re a suffragette, Alma,” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“I detest them and all their ways, as you very well -know. But the greater necessarily includes the less. Let -women ensure peace, and they will be accorded their -rightful voice in all the smaller matters. Be sure of -that.”</p> - -<p>“And how would they go to work to ensure peace?” -asked Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“Perhaps my vague ideas will seem rather crazy to you. -But they are something like this. Imagine the women -of the world pledged to keep the peace at risk even of their -lives. Two nations verge on war. To the women that -means loss in every way—chiefly in the lives that are dearer -to them than their own. Very well,—then let them stop -it by risking their own lives. It is the smaller risk after -all. After exhausting every other means of averting the -war, let the women of each such nation rise in their millions -and if necessary take their stand between the contending -armies and defy their men to fight.”</p> - -<p>“Through my heart first!” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“Exactly. The Germans, they say, fire on Belgian -women and children. Do you think they would mow down -their own? Not for all the Kaisers ever heard of. War -would stop. But I do not think it would ever come to that -final test. Certainly it would never come to it more than -once. A thousand women shot down by their own men -would create such a revulsion of feeling that wars would -end. Telemachus ended the fights in the arena by giving -just his single life. Here would be a thousand Telemachuses,—a -million if need be!!! If their determination -was known, and that it would be persisted in to the very -uttermost,—to death itself,—the men would understand -that war was impossible, and they would find some other -way out. But, mind you, if women had their proper share -in the councils of the state their voice would always, on -both sides, be for reason and righteousness. It only needs<span class="pagenum" id="Page_220">220</span> -reason and righteousness on both sides to arrive at the -proper solution of any dispute.”</p> - -<p>“I wish with all my heart you could bring it about, -my dear. It is a grand idea,” said Mrs Dare. <span class="locked">“But——”</span></p> - -<p>“How were you thinking of roping all the women of the -world in, Al? It’s a mighty big contract,” asked Vic.</p> - -<p>“At first it seemed to me that if you could show the -militant women how much more likely they were to attain -their ends by my ideas than by theirs—they could do it. -But I am not sure. They have turned the world against -them by their follies. Nobody would trust them. And -then, suddenly, I thought of the Salvation Army. I see a -good deal of them, you know, round our way. And those -gentle-voiced women, with the quiet happy faces and -shining eyes—it is just the very work for them. They -are in and of every country in the world, and everywhere -they are held in esteem. They certainly could do it. -Those Salvation Army women could save the world from -War.”</p> - -<p>“Alma,” said Mrs Dare, with shining eyes and deep -conviction. “You lay awake to some purpose, my dear. -It is a noble idea. I wish it could be brought about.”</p> - -<p>“It could. But whether it <span class="locked">can——”</span></p> - -<p>“The Krupps, and all the other war-mongers in every -country, would fight you like Death,” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“Of course. That is their only raison d’être. But the -women could beat the war-mongers.”</p> - -<p>“And all the Kings, Kaisers, Tzars, Emperors, and such -like would be dead against you.”</p> - -<p>“Yes. It would be better for my schemes if they were -all done away with. Republics don’t as a rule go to war -as readily as Kingdoms and Empires.”</p> - -<p>“South America,” suggested Honor.</p> - -<p>“They are exceptions because they are not yet educated -up to self-government. But where a King is the best man -for the post I should let him remain—as president.”</p> - -<p>“There was one of our stalwarts at the Pension Estèphe,” -said Lois. “Who used to argue such matters with Ray.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_221">221</span> -And I remember him saying one day,—‘You in England -are very well-placed. You have practically a Republic -with a permanent head.’ It struck us both as very -sensible.”</p> - -<p>Then the Colonel’s bell, the push of which lay to his -hand on the bed, announced peremptorily that he was -awake, and Lois ran upstairs to him while Auntie Mitt -hastened to prepare his glass of warm milk and cognac, -which at the moment did duty with him for afternoon tea.</p> - -<p>“He is a very sick man,” said Alma, when Auntie Mitt -had left the room. “Pneumonia is a serious matter at any -age, but at seventy-eight it is almost hopeless. The great -thing is to keep him quiet <span class="locked">and——”</span></p> - -<p>“And that is no easy job,” said Mrs Dare, with a -reminiscent smile. “We tried to keep the papers from -him by telling him the news and suppressing anything we -thought might upset him. But he was too sharp for us and -insisted on seeing for himself, and now he sees the paper -every day and makes Lois read the bits he wants.”</p> - -<p>“I can imagine the state he would be in. His heart is -wrapped up in England’s fortunes. I wish it could all -end and give us back our boys.”</p> - -<p>“Ay, indeed!” said Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“It can’t end till Germany’s beaten flat,” said Vic, with -emphasis. “It’s no good half-ending it and simply laying -up trouble for the future.”</p> - -<p>“Of course,” nodded Alma. “We are all agreed as to -that. Now I must run and look after my sick men.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_222">222</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXV">XXV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">John Dare</span> was sitting all alone by the fire one -evening in the parlour of The Red House. The boys -were at Mrs MacLean’s that night, and Honor and Vic -were assisting in an entertainment to the Belgian Refugees -at a neighbouring hostel.</p> - -<p>Desirous as they all were of being of service to the -exiles, circumstances had not permitted of their taking any -of them into their homes. And so they all subscribed -towards one of the many hostels and assisted in such other -ways as their many engagements allowed time for.</p> - -<p>And Mr Dare took no exception to it all. It was an unavoidable -part of the general upsetting, and to tell the truth -he was so depressed and uncompanionable these days, -that he felt himself better company for himself than for -any of the younger folk.</p> - -<p>Honor had got for him from the library the two big -volumes of Scott’s Last Journey to the Pole, and with -these and a pipe he was doing his best to forget for a time -business troubles and German delinquencies.</p> - -<p>With a tap at the door, the maid announced, “A gentleman -to see you, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Who is it, Bertha?” he asked, with a touch of annoyance -at the disturbance of his peace.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know, sir. He said you would not know his -name, but it’s important.”</p> - -<p>“Oh well, show him in here,” and he closed his book and -stood up to meet the intruder.</p> - -<p>“You won’t know me, Mr Dare,” said the newcomer, -when the door closed on Bertha. “I am Inspector Gretton -from Scotland Yard. I’ve come to consult you on a certain -matter and I want all the information you can give me.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_223">223</span></p> - -<p>“At your service, Inspector. Won’t you sit down? -Have a cigar,”—and he got out a box from the cupboard -under the bookcase. “Now what’s it all about?”</p> - -<p>“It’s this, Mr Dare. For some time past the wireless -stations at Newstead and Crowston have complained of -jamming. In other words, unauthorised messages are -passing, and by a process of elimination and deduction -we are satisfied they emanate from somewhere in this -neighbourhood. As an old resident and a Justice of the -<span class="locked">Peace——”</span></p> - -<p>“A very nominal J.P. of late, I’m afraid,—thanks to the -war.”</p> - -<p>The Inspector nodded. “We felt sure, however, that -any assistance in your power you would render us.”</p> - -<p>“Assuredly. Anything I can do. But I don’t at the -moment see what.”</p> - -<p>“From the nature of the messages that have been intercepted,—they -are in code of course, but our people have -managed to get an inkling of their meaning,—it is evident -that someone is sending out information of moment to -some enemy station, probably nearer the coast. And -we’ve got to get to the bottom of it. Very powerful instruments -are being used and probably from a considerable -elevation. Now is there anyone in this neighbourhood, -within your knowledge, likely to be up to anything of the -kind?”</p> - -<p>“I should not have thought so.... In fact it is hard -to believe it of any of one’s neighbours....”</p> - -<p>“Unfortunately, our experience is that the folks who are -in this kind of business are just the ones one would least -expect. What enemy aliens have you round here?”</p> - -<p>“Quite a lot,—or we had. And mostly quite nice -people. But a number have left since the war began,—either -they thought it safer to get back home, or you are -taking care of them elsewhere.”</p> - -<p>“We’ve got quite a lot on our hands, but evidently not -all. Would you tell me, sir, who there are left about here?”</p> - -<p>“Well,—let me see. There are the Jacobsens,—they<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">224</span> -claim to be Danish, I believe. He’s a produce-importer in -quite a big way.”</p> - -<p>“What age of a man, and what family?”</p> - -<p>“He’ll be somewhere about fifty, I should say. Family,—wife, -two daughters and a boy of seventeen.”</p> - -<p>“Where does he live?”</p> - -<p>And so they progressed through such a list as Mr Dare -could make out on the spur of the moment. The Inspector -making an occasional note and asking many pointed -questions.</p> - -<p>And when Mr Dare’s spring of information had apparently -dried up, he asked suddenly,</p> - -<p>“Whose is the tall old-fashioned red-brick house up -there on top of the hill,—the one with the double-peaked -roof and the tall old-fashioned chimney-stacks?”</p> - -<p>“That? Oh that’s Dr Rhenius’s. But he’s quite -above suspicion. He’s lived here for over twenty years.”</p> - -<p>“What is he? German?”</p> - -<p>“It’s the one thing he resents—to be called a German,” -said Mr Dare, with a smile. “His father was a Pole -from somewhere near Warsaw. He himself has been -naturalised for twenty years at <span class="locked">least——”</span></p> - -<p>“Do you know that?”</p> - -<p>“Well,”—with a surprised lift of the brows—“if you -put it as a legal point,—no! I don’t know that anyone -has ever questioned it. You see, he is our medico round -here, and is greatly esteemed and liked. He’s an uncommonly -clever doctor and everybody’s very good friend.”</p> - -<p>“I see. Quite above suspicion, you would say, Mr. -Dare?”</p> - -<p>“Oh quite. He hates Prussian Junkerdom as every -Pole must.”</p> - -<p>The Inspector nodded acquiescingly, and they chatted -on about the war and things in general till his cigar was -finished and he got up to go.</p> - -<p>“I will ask you to keep all this absolutely to yourself, -Mr Dare,” he said. “Not a word to anyone, if you -please, sir.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_225">225</span></p> - -<p>“Certainly, Inspector. I’m afraid I’ve not been of much -use to you. If you think of anything <span class="locked">else——”</span></p> - -<p>“I’ll let you know, sir,” and Mr Dare saw him out of the -front door, and returned to Scott and the South Pole.</p> - -<p>As for Inspector Gretton, he wandered off to have a -closer look at the old-fashioned red-brick house on top of -the hill.</p> - -<p>Just a week later he called again on Mr Dare, late one -night, and, as before, found him all alone.</p> - -<p>The Colonel had suddenly, when apparently getting on -well, developed pneumonia in the other lung and was in a -very critical condition. Mrs Dare spent all her time at -Oakdene in unremitting attendance on him, with every -help that Lois and Auntie Mitt and Honor and Vic could -render. The boys were sleeping in town that night as they -had to be on early fatigue next morning.</p> - -<p>“Well, Inspector? Any success?” asked Mr Dare, -as Gretton was shown in.</p> - -<p>“I’ve come to end the matter, Mr Dare. I thought perhaps -you’d like to see the last act.”</p> - -<p>“Really? Got him. Who on earth is it?”</p> - -<p>“If you care to come with me I’ll show you, sir,” and -Mr Dare got into his hat and coat in record time and went -out with him.</p> - -<p>At the gate they were met and followed by half-a-dozen -stalwarts in flat caps and overcoats, who in some subtle -fashion conveyed the impression of law and order, armed -not only with right but with other weapons of a more -practically coercive nature.</p> - -<p>The roads were almost in darkness in accordance with -recent orders, lest undue illumination should offer mark -or direction for lurking menace up above. They turned -into the road up the hill and came to the gate of Dr -Rhenius’s old-fashioned red-brick house.</p> - -<p>“You don’t mean to say——” jerked Mr Dare in vast -amazement.</p> - -<p>“Sh-h-h!” whispered the Inspector, pressing his arm. -“See that tree!”—a huge elm towering a hundred feet<span class="pagenum" id="Page_226">226</span> -high just inside the gate. “I’ve been up there every night -since I called on you, with a pair of the strongest glasses -made—Zeisses,” he said with a chuckle. “Your friend -has visitors of a night and later on he gets busy.”</p> - -<p>Mr Dare was dumb. He could not take it all in. There -was some grotesque mistake somewhere.</p> - -<p>“We’re a bit early yet,” said the Inspector. Then, -adjusting his field-glasses and peering up at the house, -“No, it’s all right. He’s at work in good time to-night.”</p> - -<p>He handed the glasses to Mr. Dare, and whispered, -“Look at that chimney-stack. Get it against the Milky -Way. See anything?”</p> - -<p>“I see the chimney.... Yes, and something like a -flag-pole projecting above it....”</p> - -<p>“Exactly,—a wireless pole. We’ll catch them at it.”</p> - -<p>He said a word to his men. They had had their instructions. -They all went noiselessly up to the house, some -to the back and sides, the Inspector, Mr Dare and two -others to the front door.</p> - -<p>“Keep out of sight till I go in,” said the Inspector, as -he rang, and in the distance inside they heard the thrill of -the bell. But no one came. He rang again.</p> - -<p>“Good thing no one’s dying in a hurry,” he growled.</p> - -<p>It was not till after the third appeal that they heard -steps inside and all braced up for the event. As the door -opened Inspector Gretton quietly inserted his foot.</p> - -<p>“Is the Doctor in?” he asked.</p> - -<p>“He is oudt,” said a voice, which Mr Dare recognised as -Old Jacob’s, the Doctor’s factotum.</p> - -<p>“Then I’ll come in and wait for him. I want him at -once,” and the Inspector pushed his way in.</p> - -<p>As he did so Old Jacob dropped his hand against a spot -in the wall, and far away upstairs a tiny bell tinkled briefly.</p> - -<p>“Quite so!” said Gretton, and as his men followed him -in, with Mr Dare behind them in no small discomfort of -mind,—“Secure the old boy, Swift,” and to his still greater -discomfort Mr Dare heard the click of handcuffs.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_227">227</span></p> - -<p>“Now quick,—upstairs!” and they followed him at -speed.</p> - -<p>He seemed to go by instinct. Up two flights and they -came on a door which evidently led to a higher storey still. -A curious door—of stout oak, without a handle, and for -keyhole only the polished disc and tiny slit of a Yale lock.</p> - -<p>The Inspector wasted not a moment. He was up to -every trick of his profession.</p> - -<p>“Barnes,” he said quietly, and indicated the lock, and in -a trice Barnes inserted a thin stick of something into the -slit, and as the Inspector waved them all back there came -an explosion and the stout oak about the lock was riven into -splinters. Gretton swung open the door and ran up the -narrow stairs.</p> - -<p>In the top passage they came on a short ladder leading -to a skylight through which the night air blew chilly. The -others climbed quickly up. Mr Dare stayed below. He -regretted having come. He did not quite know why he -had come. He had not of course known where he was -going when he accepted Inspector Gretton’s invitation. -Then the matter had developed too rapidly to permit of -him backing out.</p> - -<p>Exclamations came down to him through the skylight—the -sound of a brief struggle, and presently Gretton came -down again obviously well-pleased with himself.</p> - -<p>“Got him,—red-handed!” he said.</p> - -<p>“Not Dr Rhenius?”</p> - -<p>“If that’s his proper name. The man you’ve known -by that name anyway. And all his tackle. Two minutes -more and his poles would have been out of sight. He -lowers them down the chimneys.”</p> - -<p>He kicked open a door in the passage, but the room -inside was empty and unfurnished. Two other rooms -yielded the same result.</p> - -<p>Then the Inspector, searching about, discovered a trap-door, -such as might lead to cisterns, high up in one corner -of the passage, and shifting the ladder, he ran up, pushed -the trap open, and said, “Right—o!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_228">228</span></p> - -<p>“Come up and see for yourself, Mr Dare,” he said, as -he crawled out of sight; and Mr Dare followed him.</p> - -<p>It was a long tent-shaped apartment formed by the -pitch of the roof, well-lit by electric lights and littered -with electric apparatus—a number of powerful accumulators, -spark coils, condensers, inductances, a heavily built -morse key, and so on,—everything necessary for sending -long-distance wireless messages.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare gazed about him in amazement.</p> - -<p>“There is no doubt about it then?” he jerked uncomfortably.</p> - -<p>“Not a doubt. How many lives all this may have -cost us, God only knows. However, he’s scotched now, -and it’s one to me.”</p> - -<p>“Rhenius!” jerked Mr Dare again. “I can hardly -credit it even yet. Such a good fellow he always seemed, -and we all liked him so! It’s amazing—and damnable.”</p> - -<p>“Damnable it is, sir. And there’s too damned much of -it going on. We’re infants in these matters and altogether -too soft and lenient. However, this one won’t send out -any more news.”</p> - -<p>“What is the penalty?”</p> - -<p>“If it’s as bad as I believe, he’ll be shot. We shall -know better when all these papers and things have been -gone into. He’s been a centre for spy-news, unless I’m -very much mistaken, but this ought to end him, as far -as this world’s concerned anyway.”</p> - -<p>They went down the ladder again and Gretton replaced -it below the skylight and hailed his men, “Bring him -along there.”</p> - -<p>And presently, preceded by one stalwart and followed -by the other the prisoner was brought down.</p> - -<p>The actual sight of this man who had been on such -friendly terms with him, had been admitted to every -house in the neighbourhood on the most intimate footing, -had doctored them all in the most skilful way possible, -who was even then in attendance on their good friend<span class="pagenum" id="Page_229">229</span> -the Colonel,—and who all the time was playing the spy -for Germany, gave John Dare a most gruesome shock. -He felt absolutely sick at heart.</p> - -<p>“Rhenius!” he gasped. “Is it possible?”</p> - -<p>But Dr Rhenius looked at him without a sign of recognition -and spoke no word.</p> - -<p>He was hurried away down the stairs. Inspector -Gretton left two of his men in charge of the house, and -with the rest and his prisoners went off in a taxi which -he called up by the Doctor’s telephone.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare went back home feeling bruised and sore. -Duplicity and treachery such as this cut at the roots of -one’s faith in humanity. If he had been told this thing -he would not have believed it. Nothing less than what -he had seen with his own eyes and heard with his own -ears would have convinced him. But he was convinced -and saddened.</p> - -<p>He went across to Oakdene first thing in the morning. -His wife had to be told. The Colonel’s welfare had to -be seen to—another medical attendant provided,—explanations -concocted.</p> - -<p>“What is it, John?” asked Mrs Dare, as soon as she -set eyes on his face. “Bad news?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, Meg,—bad news. But not touching any of -ours,”—at which the anxious strain in her face relaxed -somewhat.</p> - -<p>“Dr Rhenius is in prison as a <span class="locked">spy——”</span></p> - -<p>“John!”—and she sank aghast into the nearest -chair.</p> - -<p>“It is true, Meg. I was there. His house is just one -big wireless station. They caught him in the act. It is -horrible to think of such treachery. I’ve hardly slept a -wink all night.”</p> - -<p>“No wonder! But—is it possible? Is there no mistake?... -Dr Rhenius?... I would have trusted him -with my life.”</p> - -<p>“Yes. It is beyond me. But there is no possible -doubt about it. They have taken him and Old Jacob<span class="pagenum" id="Page_230">230</span> -away, and the police are in charge of the house. They -say he will be shot.”</p> - -<p>“How terrible! Not the shooting. If he has done -this he deserves to be shot. But ... our Dr Rhenius! -Oh, I cannot take it in yet.”</p> - -<p>But in time she had to accept it, and they fell to discussion -of ways and means.</p> - -<p>The Colonel was to be told that Rhenius had been -suddenly summoned from home,—which was grimly true, -and Mr Dare was to call at once on Dr Sinclair in the -village, give him the same explanation, and beg his -attendance on their patient.</p> - -<p>As he expected, Dr Sinclair received him with a certain -amount of professional surprise at the irregularity of his -procedure. He hummed and hawed for a time, and put -such very pointed questions that Mr Dare was inclined -to believe that he must have had suspicions of his own—provoked -possibly, he thought, by professional jealousy -and Rhenius’s German-sounding name; all of which was -natural enough.</p> - -<p>All he permitted himself was that Dr Rhenius had -been suddenly called away, and his return was so very -doubtful that they felt it necessary to call in another -doctor at once. And Dr Sinclair went. The Colonel was -much put out and not easily reconciled to this transfer -in which he had had no voice. It was so unlike Rhenius -to go off like that without so much as a good-bye. He -fumed weakly and fretted over it, and was barely civil -to Dr Sinclair, who shook his head doubtfully when he -went downstairs with Mrs Dare.</p> - -<p>“He is very weak,” he said. “Keep on as you are -and above all things keep him quiet and free from disturbance -of mind.”</p> - -<p>“It is not easy.”</p> - -<p>“I see that. But it is absolutely essential. The fever -has pulled him down terribly and his heart is in a very -ticklish state.”</p> - -<p>The following day the papers had the matter with bold<span class="pagenum" id="Page_231">231</span> -head-lines—“WELL-KNOWN WILLSTEAD DOCTOR -ARRESTED AS SPY, HOUSE FULL OF WIRELESS -APPARATUS,” and so on.</p> - -<p>They did their best to keep the paper from the Colonel. -But the very attempt aroused his suspicions and sent -his temperature up again.</p> - -<p>In despair he was allowed to glance at it—and the -mischief was done. He insisted on Lois reading every -word, and all the time he lay looking at her with a dazed -look on his white face.</p> - -<p>“Rhenius!” was all he said, in a strange shocked -whisper, when she had finished, and then he lay back -among his pillows and turned his face as far away from -them as he could.</p> - -<p>And—“Rhenius!”—they heard him murmur more -than once during the day, as though he were groping -painfully among his shadows after some understanding -of it all.</p> - -<p>About tea-time, when Lois was sitting with him,—just -sitting quietly by his bed-side so that he should not feel -lonely, for he had declined to be read to, he turned quietly -to her and feebly extended his hand.</p> - -<p>She took it in her two warm ones throbbing with -life and sudden fear. It felt very thin and cold, -and, with a great dread at her heart, it seemed to -her that his face was changed. It was gray, and very -weary.</p> - -<p>“I am so glad, dear,—so very glad,” he whispered,—“about -you and Ray.... Good lad! ... he will come -back to you ... and Con—good lad too!... God bless -you all!—all!”</p> - -<p>Lois had slipped on to her knees beside the bed, -and the tears were running down her face in spite of -herself.</p> - -<p>“No!” he said. “Don’t cry!... Very tired.... I -shall be glad ... to rest.”</p> - -<p>Then he suddenly raised himself in the bed, and looked -beyond her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_232">232</span></p> - -<p>“Last Post!” he said, quite clearly. “Thank God, I -have done my duty!” and then he sank back. And Lois -released one hand, from the thin cold hand which had no -longer any response in it, and beat upon the floor with it -to call the others.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_233">233</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVI">XXVI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">Almost</span> inevitable as it had more than once seemed, -in the crises of his illness, the Colonel’s death was -a great shock to them all.</p> - -<p>At the sound of Lois’s hasty tattoo on the floor, the -others had hastened up to her. They found her still clasping -the one thin cold hand with one of hers and still beating -the floor with the other.</p> - -<p>They thought at first that it might be a fainting fit—which -in itself, in the circumstances, would have been -ominous enough. But briefest examination showed them -that their old friend had answered The Call and was gone.</p> - -<p>They were down again in the small sitting-room, discussing -it quietly and sadly, when Auntie Mitt, after staring -fixedly at Lois for a full minute, as though she had suddenly -detected something strange in her appearance, said -suddenly,</p> - -<p>“My dear, you are Lady Luard now.”</p> - -<p>And Lois stared back at them both with a startled look, -and gasped, “I never thought of that. Oh, I wish Ray -were here!”</p> - -<p>They all wished that, but no amount of wishing will -bring men home from the war.</p> - -<p>“We must send Alma word at once,” said Mrs Dare. -“I will write out a telegram.”</p> - -<p>“It will be a shock to her,” said Auntie Mitt. “Perhaps, -my dear, a <span class="locked">letter——”</span></p> - -<p>“Alma was prepared for the worst,” said Mrs Dare. -“Last time she was here she told me it would be a miracle -if he got through such an illness at his age. She would -like to know at once, I am sure,” and she sat down at the -writing table to prepare the telegram.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_234">234</span></p> - -<p>And while they were still in the midst of these agitations, -and Lois was wondering how she would ever be able to -reconcile herself to the inevitable changes, she happened -to glance vaguely through the window and saw Alma -coming quickly up the front path.</p> - -<p>“Here she is,” she cried, and jumped up and ran to meet -her.</p> - -<p>At sight of Lois at the door, Alma exultingly waved a -paper she carried in her hand and quickened her pace -almost to a run.</p> - -<p>“Good news!” she cried. “Word of Con at last.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Al, I <em>am</em> so glad,” and she burst into tears.</p> - -<p>“Why, Lo, dear, what’s up? It’s good <span class="locked">news——”</span></p> - -<p>“Uncle Tony has just died. Mother was just writing a -telegram to send to you.”</p> - -<p>“I am not surprised, dear,” said Alma, putting her arm -round her. “I had very little hope of his pulling through. -He was an old man, you see. I am sure he was not very -sorry to go; though he would have liked to see the end of -this war, I know. And I do wish he had heard about Con. -He would have been so glad. However, he knows more -about it all now than any of us, and that will please him -mightily,” and they went in together.</p> - -<p>So the good news and the bad—nay, why call the news -of a good man’s promotion bad news?—let us say, the other -news tended to counteract one another in the hearts of -those who were left. Indeed the net result that remained -with them all was a sense of thankfulness,—for the peaceful -passing of the fine full life, and for the young life spared -for further work.</p> - -<p>Alma’s letter was not from Con himself, which at first -sight was disturbing. But the contents explained. Lieutenant -Dare had been wounded—in the hand, the writer -said,—at Landrecies during the retreat from Mons. He -was now a prisoner in Germany—at Torgau, and was being -well looked after. He was making good recovery from his -wounds which had been severe, and they were all hoping -that something might presently be arranged in the way of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_235">235</span> -an exchange of medical-staff prisoners. The writer signed -himself Robert Grant, R.A.M.C.</p> - -<p>“I can’t tell you what a relief it is,” said Alma. “I -almost danced when I got it. It’s worry that kills, and -I was beginning to worry about the boy. What about -Ray?”</p> - -<p>“It’s ten days since my last letter,” said Lois. “I’m -hoping for the next every minute.... Do you know, Al, -just at the very last, when Uncle Tony knew the end had -come, he said, ‘Good lad, Ray! He will come back to -you. And Con—good lad too! God bless you all!—all!’—that -was almost the last thing he said.”</p> - -<p>“The dear old man!... We will take it as a good -omen.... I think, you know, that just at the last they -often have an outlook—a forelook—altogether beyond our -understanding. They see with other eyes than ours.”</p> - -<p>“Undoubtedly!” agreed Mrs. Dare.</p> - -<p>Alma’s stay, even under the circumstances, could not be -a long one. They had had forty-nine wounded officers -in, two days before, many of their nurses had gone to the -front, and they were very short-handed.</p> - -<p>Lois walked down to the station with her, and they -talked in quiet sisterly fashion of the past, present, and -future.</p> - -<p>“It is very curious how things seem to work together at -times,” said Lois.</p> - -<p>“Always, maybe, if we knew more about it all, -dear.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I suppose so. Here have I been so taken up with -nursing Uncle Tony that I really have never had time to -get anxious about Ray.”</p> - -<p>“Ray will be all right, you’ll see. I pin my faith to -Uncle Tony’s vision.”</p> - -<p>“And yet, when one allows oneself to think about it all, -after reading the terrible accounts of the fighting—and he -would have me read them all to him—it seems almost impossible -that any of them can come back alive.”</p> - -<p>“We had forty-nine of them the other day, and it’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_236">236</span> -amazing how well they stand it. They’re as cheerful as -can be, laughing and chaffing and joking. And yet some -of them are pretty bad. It’s just as well for all of us to -take the cheerful view of things.”</p> - -<p>“And then, just when Uncle Tony goes, and we were -feeling it so badly, you come in with your good news of -Con. I can’t tell you how glad I am, Al.”</p> - -<p>“I know, dear. And I’ll be just as glad for you one of -these days. Pin your faith to Uncle Tony.”</p> - -<p>And through the many dark days when no news came—and -in those days no news did not as a rule mean good -news—the thought of Uncle Tony’s last words held mighty -comfort for them all.</p> - -<p>They would have liked to bury him quietly, with no great -outward show of the esteem and love in which they held -him. Their feelings were too deep for any outward expression -and the times hardly seemed suitable for making -parade of death. There was sorrow enough abroad without -emphasising it.</p> - -<p>But Colonel Sir Anthony Luard, V.C., C.B., was a person -of consequence. He had died for his country as truly as -any man killed at the front. The higher powers decreed -him a military funeral, and the quieter-thinking ones at -home had to give way. And, after all, they believed it -would please him.</p> - -<p>So, on a gun-carriage, escorted by a detachment from -the reserve battalion of his old regiment, with muffled -drums and mournful music, and the Last Post and the -crackle of guns, he was laid to rest. And the others picked -up the threads of life again and kept his memory sweet -by constantly missing him and remembering all his sayings -and doings.</p> - -<p>His lawyer, Mr. Benfleet of Lincoln’s Inn, came out -immediately after the funeral and explained to all concerned—so -far as they were available—the remarkably -thoughtful provisions of his will.</p> - -<p>It had been made—or remade—immediately after the -return of Ray and Lois from abroad, and it aimed at the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_237">237</span> -comfort and security of all his little circle, so far as he -could provide for these.</p> - -<p>There were many wet eyes and brimming hearts as Mr. -Benfleet went quietly through the details.</p> - -<p>To Miss Amelia Mitten—“my very dear and trusted -friend”—he left four hundred pounds a year for life. -And Auntie Mitt, with her little black-bordered handkerchief -to her eyes, sobbed gratefully.</p> - -<p>To Margaret Dare—wife of John Dare of The Red -House, Willstead,—“in token of my very great love and -esteem,”—he left the sum of £20,000, settled inalienably -on herself, with power to will it at her death to whom she -chose.</p> - -<p>“To my niece, Victoria Luard—who-might-have-been-Balaclava,”—it -was down there in the will in black and -white, and they came near to smiling at the very characteristic -touch,—the sum of £50,000 on attaining the age -of twenty-one.</p> - -<p>To Dr Connal Dare—if still alive—the sum of £25,000; -and to his wife Alma, formerly Alma Luard, an equal -sum. In case of Dr Connal Dare’s death the whole £50,000 -came at once to Alma.</p> - -<p>To Lois Luard, formerly Lois Dare, the sum of £25,000 -in her own right.</p> - -<p>To Raglan Luard, the residue,—which, said Mr. Benfleet, -would amount to probably £100,000 or more when -the securities, in which it was all invested, appreciated -again after the war.</p> - -<p>There were many little minor legacies and gifts to old -servants and so on. And Uncle Tony, if he was present -in the spirit at the reading of his will, must have been well -pleased with the effect of his generous forethought.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_238">238</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVII">XXVII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Mrs Dare</span>, wise woman and excellent housekeeper, -had for some time past been doing her -best to cut down her proverbial coat to suit the -exigencies of the shrunken war-time cloth at her disposal.</p> - -<p>In other words, she had been curtailing the running expenses -of The Red House so as to bear as lightly as possible -on the attenuated income from St Mary Axe. Income, -indeed, in actual fact, St Mary Axe had none. Mr Dare -was, of necessity, living on such remnants of capital as he -had been able to save from the stranded ship.</p> - -<p>So Mrs Dare found another place for her housemaid, -prevailed on her cook, who was a treasure and had been -with her over five years, to remain as ‘general,’ with promise -of loss of title and reinstatement of position as soon as -times mended, and with Honor’s assistance and an occasional -helping hand from Mrs Skirrow, managed to get -along very well.</p> - -<p>Mrs Skirrow had always been a source of amusement -at The Red House. She had a point of view of her own -and a sense of humour, and an almost unfailing cheerfulness -amid circumstances which drove many of her neighbours -to drink.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Skirrow did not drink. She had too much hard-earned -common-sense, and she could not afford it. With -three men more or less on her hands, and mostly more, -it took every half-crown she could earn at her charing to -keep the home together.</p> - -<p>But the war had marvellously altered all that. Not -only had she no men to keep but the boot was on the other -leg. Her men were actually helping to keep her. She -woke up of a night now and then and lay blissfully wondering<span class="pagenum" id="Page_239">239</span> -if it was all a dream, or if she had died and gone to -heaven. To be kept by her lazy ones! It seemed altogether -too good to be true. And yet every Friday, when -she drew her money, proved that true it was. No wonder -she hoped with all her heart that it might go on for long -enough,—so long, of course, as none of them went and -got themselves killed. But men were as a rule so contrary -that she lived in daily expectation of one or other doing -that same.</p> - -<p>For the first two months,—due possibly to some default -on her part in filling up and sending in the necessary but -bewildering papers,—or it might be to the general muddle -at Head-Quarters—she received no money at all. So she -kept steadily on with her own work, and having only herself -to keep, got along very nicely, meanwhile never ceasing -to push her claims with all her powers, and few were better -equipped in that way. And Mrs Dare was kept fully informed -of everything with racy comments on all and -sundry.</p> - -<p>Then at last, to Mrs. Skirrow’s great satisfaction, the -matter was arranged, and by some extraordinary method -of calculation, promoted without doubt by herself and -argued with characteristic vehemence and possibly just -a trifle of exaggeration here and there, her money began -to come in.</p> - -<p>She received nearly ten pounds of arrears in a lump -sum, and was to get twenty-three shillings a week.</p> - -<p>She had never had ten pounds all at once in her life -before, nor an assured income of over a pound a week -without needing to lift her hand. And, strange to say—yet -not so very strange, seeing that she was Mrs Skirrow,—she -did not lose her head and go on the ramp as some -she knew had done.</p> - -<p>In the first place she bought herself a new dress and -coat and hat, such as she had vainly imagined herself -in, any time this ten years, and fancied herself exceedingly -in them.</p> - -<p>The choosing and buying of that dress and coat and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_240">240</span> -hat, the going from shop to shop and from window to -window, comparing styles and prices, with the delicious -knowledge that the money was in her pocket and she -was in a position to pick and choose to her heart’s content, -was in itself one of the greatest treats she had ever known, -and she spread it over quite a considerable period.</p> - -<p>And when she turned up one night in her new rig-out, -to explain to Mrs Dare that she would not be able to -come to her next week as she was going to the seaside, -Mrs Dare did not at first recognise her.</p> - -<p>When she did she complimented her on her taste and -good sense in taking a holiday and hoped she would come -back all the better for it.</p> - -<p>“I will that. You bet your life, mum! Fust reel -holiday I’ve had for twenty years an’ I’m going to enjoy -it. Seaside and decently dressed—that’s my idee of a -reel holiday. It’s not some folk’s though. There’s me -neighbour, Mrs Clemmens, now. She had no money for a -while, same as meself. Then she got twenty pound -all in one lump. She’s got a heap o’ boys at the war. -And what did she do with it? She gathered all her old -cronies—an’ a fine hot lot some of ’em are, I can tell you, -mum!—and she took ’em all up to London, and fed ’em, -and drank ’em, and music-halled ’em, till they was all -blind and th’ hull lot of ’em was run in at last, and in -the mornin’ she hadn’t enough left to pay the fines. A -fair scandal, I calls it!”</p> - -<p>“Disgraceful!” assented Mrs Dare. “I’m rejoiced to -know that your common-sense condemns that kind of -thing, and I hope you’ll have a real good time and come -back all the better for it.”</p> - -<p>“I will, mum. You bet your boots on that!”</p> - -<p>And she did. She journeyed down to Margate in a -‘Ladies Only’ third-class carriage, and bore herself with -such dignity that her fellow-travellers were divided as -to whether she kept a stylish public somewhere in the -West End or a Superior Servants’ Registry Office. She -picked out a cheap but adequate lodging, she revelled in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_241">241</span> -all the joys of Margate, ate many winkles, and went to -‘the pictures’ at least once each day, and the whole -grand excursion, fares included, totalled up to no more -than thirty shillings,—“an’ the best investment ever I -made in me life,” she told Mrs Dare over her scrubbing -brush, the following week, “an’ I’m thinkin’ I’ll run down -for th’ week end now and again, if so be’s this blessed war -keeps on a bit.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare found it really refreshing, amid the abounding -troubles of the times, to come across someone -who had not only no fault to find with them, but was -actually, by reason of them, enjoying quite unexpected -prosperity.</p> - -<p>For her own heart had been heavy enough in those -days, what with the Colonel’s illness and her husband’s -very natural depression as to the future outlook.</p> - -<p>He had come in one night, some time before, in a state -of most justifiable exasperation. And yet the whole -thing was so amazingly impudent that in telling his wife -of it he could scarce forbear a grim smile. At the same -time it was an eye-opener as to the truculent immorality -of the firms he had been dealing with for years past in -the most perfect good faith, and he vowed he would -never forget it.</p> - -<p>Two of his best customers, one at Hamburg and the -other at Frankfort, owing him between them close on -£5000 had coolly sent him word that, as no money could -be sent out of the country, they had invested the amounts -due to him in the German War Loan and would hold the -scrip, and the interest as it accrued, in his name. Both -principal and interest would be paid in due course, that -is to say—when victory crowned the German arms.</p> - -<p>It took Mrs Dare some time to realise that it was not -merely a distorted German form of practical joke. But -her husband assured her that it was not.</p> - -<p>“I had heard of it being done,” he said bitterly. “But -I never expected either Stein or Rheinberg would play -so low a game on me. I’ve turned over hundreds of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_242">242</span> -thousands of pounds with both of them, and now—this! -It’s damnable!”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps the Government forced them to it.”</p> - -<p>“It’s dirty low business anyway, and it won’t make -for German credit when things settle down again.”</p> - -<p>But presently there came to him a bit of good fortune -which made him feel almost himself again.</p> - -<p>Business men who travel daily to and from town by -train fall almost inevitably into sets, who occupy always -the same compartment and the same seats in it, and -among whom exists a certain good-fellowship and -friendliness.</p> - -<p>In John Dare’s set was a certain John Christianssen, -of Norwegian extraction, long established in London in -the timber business, which his father had founded sixty -years before.</p> - -<p>Christianssen was British born, his father having been -naturalised. He had two sons with him in the business, -and both had got commissions through the Officers’ -Training Corps, and were heart and soul in their work -and eager for the front.</p> - -<p>More than once he had lamented to Mr Dare his loss -in them just at this juncture. Not that he grudged them -to the service of his adopted country but that their going -made him feel, as he said, as if he had lost his right hand -and one of his feet.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare sympathised with him but assured him it was -better to have a healthy body even with only one hand -and one foot than to have no body left. And Christianssen, -knowing the nature of the business in St Mary Axe, understood, -and thought the matter out.</p> - -<p>And so it came to pass, one morning when they got -out at Cannon Street, that he said to Mr Dare, “I will walk -your way, if you don’t mind. I want to talk to you.”</p> - -<p>And when they reached the office, where one small -office-boy now represented the busy staff of old, he sat down -in the second chair and lit a cigar, and said, “I know -pretty well, from what I have heard and from what you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_243">243</span> -have told me, Dare, how you are situated here. I have -a proposal. I can’t go on without help. I want to be -across in Norway and I want to be here at the same time. -Now that Jack and Eric are away my hands are tied. -There is huge business to be done with all this hutting going -on, and I’m going to miss my share unless I make proper -provision. And that is you! What do you say?”</p> - -<p>“It’s killing to be out of work, which I never have been -before for over thirty years. My business is gone, as you -know, and most of my capital. Some of it’s invested in -the German War <span class="locked">Loan——”</span></p> - -<p>“No!”</p> - -<p>“Yes! The low-scaled rascals, instead of remitting -what they owe me, write to say they have loaned my money -to their infernal government and it will be repaid with -interest when the war is over—meaning, of course, over in -the way they would like it.”</p> - -<p>“That is low business!”</p> - -<p>“Business! I call it simple dirty robbery. But it’s not -only the fact that they’ve done this, but—well, I just feel -that I would be glad never to have any dealings with any -German again as long as I live.”</p> - -<p>“I do not wonder. But that is all the better for me. -We have known one another now, what is it—ten, fifteen -years? Come in with me. We can arrange satisfactory -terms. You see, my lads may come back, or they may -not. My wonder, when I read the papers, is that any -man of them all ever comes out of it alive. But even if -they are not killed I am doubting much if they will find -office-stools agreeable sitting for the rest of their lives. -If they do come back it will be the overseas part they will -want. So there it is. What do you say?”</p> - -<p>“I can’t tell you what I feel, Christianssen. The very -thought of it makes a new man of me. But—I don’t -know the first thing about timber.”</p> - -<p>“If you will relieve me of the office work and financing, -it will be good business all round. Details as to woods, etc., -you can pick up by degrees. I have a good staff here, but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_244">244</span> -the best staff in the world is the better for being looked -after. If I can be free to get across to Norway and feel -quite safe in going, it will mean much to me and to the -business. You will say yes?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll say yes with more in my heart than I can put into -words,” and they shook hands on it.</p> - -<p>So John Dare took up a new lease of life and hope, and -was himself again and twenty years younger than he had -been any time this last three months.</p> - -<p>And presently, for his still greater comfort and relief of -mind, came Uncle Tony’s unexpected legacy to Mrs Dare. -It was a veritable Godsend. For the heaviest part of his -burden, during these late months of no income and -vanishing capital, had been the fear of what might befall -his home-folks when the worst came to the worst.</p> - -<p>The thought of it had kept him awake of a night and -plunged him into the depths. He had racked his tired -brain to find some way out of his difficulties. But it was -like trying to climb a huge black wall whose top shut out -even the sight of heaven. For always the grim fact remained -that his business was utterly gone and he saw no -prospect of its revival.</p> - -<p>By the grace of God and Uncle Tony and John Christianssen -he was delivered from torment. The home-folk were -safe whatever happened, and he took up his new duties -with all the enthusiastic energy of a heart retrieved from -despair.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_245">245</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVIII">XXVIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Upon</span> none of them did the burden of these weighty -times lie so heavily as on Lois Luard and Alma Dare.</p> - -<p>They both received occasional letters indeed, but -Ray’s, though always full of cheery hopefulness, were very -irregular and subject to lack of continuity through one and -another occasionally getting lost on the way. And, great -as was Lois’s joy and thankfulness when one arrived, telling -of his safety and good health eight or ten days before, she -could never lose sight of the terrible fact that five minutes -after he had written it the end might have come.</p> - -<p>With what agonising anxiety she scanned each long, -fateful casualty list as it came out, only those who have -done that same can know. Sore, sore on wives and mothers, -and on all whose men were at the front, were those days -when the desperate German rush on Calais and the coast -was stayed by the still greater and more desperate valour -of our little army, fighting odds as David fought Goliath of -Gath. The mighty deeds done in those days will never -be told in full, for in full by one Eyewitness only were they -seen, and He speaks not.</p> - -<p>But doings so Homeric are of necessity costly. Britain -and the world at large were delivered from the Menace, -but Sorrow swept through the land.</p> - -<p>Alma continued to receive word of Con, but at irregular -intervals and always by the hand of Robert Grant, R.A.M.C., -Con himself being still unable to put pen to paper.</p> - -<p>Mr. Grant, however, wrote with a clerkly hand, and Alma -came to know it well and to like it. The words were Con’s -own for the most part, but the writer occasionally appended -as postscript a few remarks of his own, always hopeful -and encouraging, but neither of them at any time gave any<span class="pagenum" id="Page_246">246</span> -clue to the nature of these troublesome wounds which prevented -the sufferer using his pen.</p> - -<p>And this worried Alma not a little. She enquired as to -them more than once but received no explicit answers, and -the matter began to get somewhat on her nerves.</p> - -<p>Fortunately they were almost run off their feet at the -hospital, and with the certainty that Con was at all events -alive she devoted herself heart and soul to her patients, -and that left her small time for her own personal anxieties.</p> - -<p>Lois missed Uncle Tony dreadfully. Her assiduous -care of him had occupied her mind and kept her thoughts -off her own troubles. Her eyes were opened to the strange -guise in which blessings are sometimes vouchsafed -to us.</p> - -<p>But now that Uncle Tony was gone her fears for Ray -loomed larger and larger. She envied Alma her over-hard -work and her knowledge of the worst. For herself—in spite -of herself—she lived in constant fear, and cast about for -some engrossing work that should constrain her mind in -other directions.</p> - -<p>She spent much time on her knees these days,—when -not bodily, still in heart. And she came to recognise, as -never before, the wonderful applicability of the Psalms to -all the affairs of human life, especially to those who are in -trouble and fearful of the future. She could hardly open -her Bible at the Psalms without coming straight on some -verse that might have been written for herself and the -times. Even the damnatory passages satisfactorily fulfilled -her desires, since they obviously applied to the -Germans, against whom, as the causers of all the trouble -and the imperillers of what she held dearest, her feelings -grew ever more bitter.</p> - -<p>The terrible waste of humanity’s best, this all-superfluous -sorrow thrust upon a world which never lacked for sorrows, -the inhuman savagery of this new German warfare, the -impossibility, as it seemed to her, of any single man coming -out alive, from the inferno of shot and shell described by -the papers, and those awful casualty lists,—all these lay<span class="pagenum" id="Page_247">247</span> -heavy on her soul in spite of all her utmost efforts after -hope and faith.</p> - -<p>“Alma was right. I must get to work or I shall go -mad,” she said to herself.</p> - -<p>And after consultation with Auntie Mitt and her mother, -they decided, with an eye to Uncle Tony’s wishes in the -matter, to offer the hospitality of Oakdene to the War -Office for any wounded they chose to send, either officers -or privates.</p> - -<p>In due course an official came down, inspected the -premises, indicated the necessary preparations, and -presently the house was as busy as a hive with the ordered -doings of ten wounded officers and four nurses in charge. -And in face of the actual and urgent necessities of these -warmly-welcomed guests, neither Lois nor Auntie Mitt -nor Mrs Dare had a spare moment to waste on their own -anxieties and fears.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_248">248</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIX">XXIX</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap r"><span class="smcap1">Ray Luard</span> was sitting on a barrel in a little -station in the north-west of France, watching his -men unload railway trucks, when he received the -news of Uncle Tony’s death.</p> - -<p>An escort just returned from Head-Quarters had -brought up the belated mail, and glancing quickly -at the envelopes, he hurriedly opened the one in Lois’s -handwriting, with a tightening of the lips at its narrow -black edging.</p> - -<p>He was not altogether unprepared. In spite of the -Colonel’s desire that word of his illness should not add to -his nephew’s already mighty anxieties, they had not -judged it right to keep him entirely in the dark.</p> - -<p>“Dear old chap!” murmured Ray to himself, as the news -broke on him. “Well ... he did his duty and died for -his country as surely as any of the rest of us.... (Steady -there, boys, or some of you will be getting smashed!)... -But they’ll miss him terribly.... I wish this cursed -business was all over.... Lois is Lady Luard ... I -wonder how she feels about it. I’ll bet she nearly had a -fit when the first person called her that. And I bet that -would be Auntie Mitt. She’s the one for giving folks -their proper titles. (“Knock off for a quarter-of-an-hour, -Mac!”—to his Sergeant. “That’s heavy work.”) Well, -well!—Lady Luard!—and a sweeter one there never could -be. Damn this business! It <em>would</em> be rough luck to be -knocked out right on top of this. However, Lois is all -right. That’s one comfort.”</p> - -<p>He looked lean and fit. Since Lois watched them swing -away to the skirling of the pipes at Watford, they had -travelled far, though at the present moment they were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_249">249</span> -nearer home than they had been any time this month or -more.</p> - -<p>They had had a triumphal passage down the Solent, -greeted by cheers and whistles from all the neighbouring -boats, which at once blunted the edge of the parting from -England and put a still finer point to their patriotic zeal. -Some of them, they knew,—perhaps many of them—would -never see the green cliffs of Wight again. But they were -there on highest service, and their hearts were strong and -their spirits above normal. They had gone first to Le -Mans, then to Villeneuve St Georges, and finally to Paris—such -a different Paris from all Ray’s recollections of it!—and -yet in some ways a greater Paris than he had ever -known it. It was no longer the city of gaiety and light, -but the heart of a nation travailing in the birth of a new -soul.</p> - -<p>France and Britain had had to fall back before the -tumultuous rush of the better-prepared German hosts,—from -Mons to Le Cateau,—to St Quentin,—to La Fère,—to -Compiégne,—to Chantilly,—very near Paris now. -But there the quarry turned and hurled itself at its pursuers. -The hunters became the hunted and were forced back to -the Marne, across the Ourcq, to the Aisne. And it was -while this was going on that the Scottish came to Paris -for the cheer and satisfaction of its citizens.</p> - -<p>Bit by bit, each to prevent the other overlapping and -outflanking, the hostile lines had spread further and further -towards the coast. From the banks of the Aisne, by way of -Soissons and Compiégne and Amiens to St Omer, General -French’s eagle-eyed prevision had swept the British forces -round behind the French lines to that north-west corner of -France where Calais lay all open to the invader. From the -north came Sir Henry Rawlinson, with the 7th Division -and the 3rd Cavalry Division, covering the retreat of the -gallant but exhausted Belgian Army from the neighbourhood -of Antwerp, and held the wolves at bay till the gap -by the coast at Nieuport was closed and the long line locked -tight from the sea right round to Belfort in the east.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_250">250</span></p> - -<p>But, so far, the duties of the London Scottish, onerous -and important as they had been, had not taken them into -the actual fighting line. They were drawing nearer and -nearer to it, however, and were all looking forward with -keen anticipation and the very natural desire to be the -first Territorials actually in the mêlée alongside their comrades -of the regular army.</p> - -<p>They had acted as body-guard to Sir John French; -they had served as military police and as railway-porters. -And they had done everything required of them, no matter -how unpleasant or how different from their usual avocations, -with the zest of men whose souls had risen to the -great occasion.</p> - -<p>They had handled mountains of stores, and guns and -ammunition, and convoys of wounded and prisoners, and -had buried many dead.</p> - -<p>They had travelled in cattle-trucks and on loaded coal-waggons. -They had slept in stations and barns and caves -of the earth. They had left all their kits behind them at -Southampton and possessed only what they carried on -their backs. They had washed when they could, and -shaved whenever opportunity offered.</p> - -<p>They had stood-by ready to go anywhere and do anything -for anybody at any moment. All of which had -always so far petered out many miles to the rear of the -fighting, though they had more than once come within -sound of the guns. But it had all been to the good. -They gained new experiences every day; they grew hard -and fit under the taxing work, and each day now was -bringing them nearer to that for which they had left -home and friends and all that had hitherto made life -worth living. And not a man of them but was glad to -be there.</p> - -<p>Ray had wondered much what it would actually feel -like to be in a red-hot fight. It had seemed at first as -though modern fighting must always be at long range, -with no slightest chance of seeing what killed you, or of -hitting back except at a venture, the results of which<span class="pagenum" id="Page_251">251</span> -you could not see, and they were all agreed that this -was a most unsatisfactory and unsportsmanlike style of -business. But, from all they could hear, things were -changing in most amazing fashion and there had even been -bayonet-work and actual hand-to-hand fighting.</p> - -<p>The huge German shells, which dug holes big enough to -bury an omnibus in, were diabolical, but apparently they -did less mischief than might have been expected, and one -even got used to them to the point of giving them sporty -nick-names and treating them with contempt.</p> - -<p>He wondered how he and the rest would comport themselves -when the time came. They were fine fellows all, -but new at the actual red game of killing and being killed, -and it was bound to be terribly trying—the first time at all -events. He hoped they would bear themselves well and -come through it with credit.</p> - -<p>Any moment they might be ordered to the front. Rumour -had it that there was terrific pressure against our long-drawn-out -line in places. The Germans wanted to get to -Calais and seemed determined to hack their way through -at any cost. Well, if it lay with the Old Scottish they -would make that cost heavy or they would know the reason -why.</p> - -<p>He thought constantly, in sub-conscious fashion, while -his mind was actually dealing promptly and clearly with -the inevitable kinks in the day’s work, of them all at home, -especially of Lois. “Lady Luard!”—he murmured to himself -again, as he sat on his barrel in the station. Yes, it -would be a little harder still to leave it all before he had -even greeted her in her new estate. But her future was at -all events secured. He had made his will before leaving, and -old Benfleet had it safely stowed away in his big safe. -And, after all, every man in a regiment was not wiped out -as a rule, however hot the fighting.</p> - -<p>When at last the job on which he was engaged was -finished, he knocked his men off, got them bucketsful of -hot coffee and dashed it with rum, since it had come on to -rain and they were all very damp. Then he saw them<span class="pagenum" id="Page_252">252</span> -safely into the old barracks allotted to them as sleeping -quarters, made his way back to the station, and took -possession of an empty first-class carriage, scribbled a -brief note to Lois,—scrappy little letters they were, in -pencil, and the paper at times got soiled, but she valued -them more than jewels of price,—and then he lay down -and was sound asleep in two minutes.</p> - -<p>Their time seemed to have come the next afternoon. -Orders came to move forward at three o’clock. Rumour, -with a score of tongues, was on the ramp. Kitchener had -sent word that they were not to go into the firing-line. -Hard-pressed Generals all round were clamouring for them. -Half-a-dozen other Territorial Regiments were coming up -and they were all to go on together. They were not -wanted. They were badly wanted. The So-and-Sos -had been practically wiped out. And the Etceteras had -had to fall back before three whole army-corps.</p> - -<p>At half-past four, motor-buses by the score came rolling -up—from Barnes and Putney, from Cricklewood and -Highgate,—and the old familiar look of them made them -all feel almost at home. There were no conductors, no -tickets, no tinkling bell-punches. Everything was free -on the road to death. They climbed on board and whirled -away between the poplar trees, over roads that were cobbled -in the centre only and all the rest mud. Now and again -a bus would swerve from dead-centre and skid down into -the mud and have to be shoved bodily back into safety. -Now and again one would succumb to such unusual experiences, -and its occupants would storm the next that -came along and crush merrily in on top of its already full -load.</p> - -<p>But whatever their actual feelings—and when did a -Scot ever show his actual feelings?—they treated it all as -the best of jokes, and sang and laughed and chaffed as -though it were a wedding they were going to. And so -indeed it was, the greatest wedding of all—the wedding of -Life and Death on the Field of Duty, whose legitimate -offspring is Glory and Honour—of this world or the next.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_253">253</span></p> - -<p>Not one of them there, I suppose, though they bore -themselves so cheerfully, had any desire for fighting for -fighting’s sake. They were men of peace,—lawyers, -barristers, students, merchants, clerks. They had come -away from comfortable homes and good prospects. They -had left parents and wives, lovers and friends, at the -highest Call Life’s bugles sound for any man. They did -well to be merry while they might. It is better to be -merry than to mope, though your name be cast for death -while the laugh is on your lips. They laughed and joked, -but the White Fire burned within them. They were -answering The Call.</p> - -<p>It was the longest ride any of them had ever had in a -Putney bus, and those on top got very wet, as it rained -hard all night. They were dumped down, in the raw of -the morning just before daybreak, at the pretty little town -of Ypres, in Belgium, and rejoiced greatly at the feel of -solid earth under their feet once more. They crowded for -shelter into the Cathedral, into the station, into cover -wherever they could find it, and in time they got something -to eat.</p> - -<p>In the morning they marched out to a wood, where a -British battery was hard at work and German shells came -whistling back in reply. And all the way along the road -wounded men were passing in an endless stream to the -rear, while the shot and shell from other British batteries -hurtled over their heads, and not far away was the rattle -of heavy musketry firing.</p> - -<p>There was less light-hearted laughter now and little -joking,—just one jerked out now and again as outlet for -over-strain. But most of the clean-shaven faces were -tense and hard-set, for this looked like the real thing and -Death was in the air.</p> - -<p>Then it was found that they were not needed there, and -as the German shells seemed to have a quite uncanny -tendency in their direction, they were ordered back into -the town.</p> - -<p>And presently, about nightfall, their motor-buses came<span class="pagenum" id="Page_254">254</span> -rolling up again and carried them off to the little village of -St Eloi, and the sounds of heavy fighting drew nearer.</p> - -<p>The village seemed deserted, so they took possession -and made themselves as comfortable as the big guns and -their big thoughts would permit. To-morrow, they knew, -must surely see them into it and the thought was sobering.</p> - -<p>Rations were issued and tongues were loosed again, but -conversation was spasmodic and joking somewhat at a discount. -They were all very tired; to-morrow would be a -heavy day, and one by one they fell asleep—for some of -them the last sleep they were to know. And Ray, finishing -a hasty scribble to Lois, lay down also and slept as soundly -as any.</p> - -<p>They were up with the dawn, and rations and more ammunition -were served out. Ray managed to get a rifle -and bayonet and found the feel of them comforting. -Nothing but a revolver—and a dirk in his stocking—had -made him feel very naked and unprotected when bullets -would be flying. Now he felt very much more his own -man, and ready to repay in kind anything that came -his way, except “coal-boxes” and shrapnel which were -beyond arguing with.</p> - -<p>They moved on to another small village—Messines,—where -there was a large convent, and not far away, a -pumping-mill. The pumping-mill began to turn as soon -as they showed face, and instantly German shells began -falling thickly about them.</p> - -<p>Then came the final order to fling themselves into a gap -between a regiment of Hussars on the right and of Dragoons -on the left, to dig themselves in as close to the enemy as -possible, and hold them at all costs. There was an unprotected -spot there, and the keen-eyed Germans had spied it -and were heading for it in a torrential rush.</p> - -<p>“Forward, boys! And Steady! Scottish!—Strike -sure!”—and they were into it up to the neck.</p> - -<p>It was a magnificent demonstration of mind over matter. -These boys, who had never faced red hell before, went in, -keen-faced, tight-lipped, tensely-tuned to Death and Duty.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_255">255</span> -All their long training, all their hardening and hardships, -all that mattered in this world and the next centred for -every man of them into this mighty moment, this final -fiery trying of their faith and courage.</p> - -<p>And neither failed them. It might have been Wimbledon -Common with the canteen and lunch awaiting them -in the hollow behind the old Windmill, so calm and steady -was their advance, so admirably calculated their extended -order.</p> - -<p>For a quarter of a mile or so the shells which were pulverising -the village behind passed over their heads. Then -came an open field swept by heavy rifle-fire and machine-guns. -One of the machine-guns was in a farmhouse on -the left. Ray ordered bayonets and they tore across the -field to stop it, yelling like wild Highland rievers.</p> - -<p>It was hot work and men were falling thick. They got -to a hedge and along it to the house, but the Germans had -bolted, and shells were raining in.</p> - -<p>Back to the cover of the hedge, where a ditch gave them -time to breathe. And as they lay there panting, with -their hearts going like pumps, they found the bushes thick -with blackberries and they were mighty cooling to parched -throats.</p> - -<p>But, presently, shells and the devilish machine-guns discovered -them again, so they crawled along till they saw a -haystack and made a rush for it, and lay down flat behind -it as tight as sardines in a tin. Then, a short distance -ahead, they saw a trench, and took their lives in their -hands and dived into it and for the time being were -safe.</p> - -<p>The trench was being held by regulars—Carabineers—and -they gave the kilts most hearty welcome.</p> - -<p>“Hot hole, sir,” said a Sergeant cheerfully—though he -put it very much more picturesquely.</p> - -<p>“Bit warmish,” Ray agreed. “What’s next on the -menu?”</p> - -<p>“Just sit tight till it’s dark, and if they come on biff ’em -back and tell ’em to keep to their own side. —— —— —— ’em!<span class="pagenum" id="Page_256">256</span> -They don’t seem to care a —— how they get -wiped.”</p> - -<p>“Germans are cheap to-day,” grinned another.</p> - -<p>“I —— well wish some o’ their —— officers would come -on. I’m ’bout fed up plugging privates.”</p> - -<p>So they made themselves comfortable there, while the -shells screamed overhead and shrapnel and bullets plugged -into their modest earthwork. And surreptitiously they -took stock of one another to see who was left. Many -well-known faces were missing. Some they had seen go -down in the rush. But there was always the hope that -wounds might not be fatal.</p> - -<p>They scanned the ground they had covered. It was -dotted with little heaps of hodden gray and their hearts -went out to them. Some lay quite still. One raised his -head slightly.</p> - -<p>“That’s Gillieson!” jerked Ray, and in a moment had -crawled out of the trench and was worming his way to the -fallen one.</p> - -<p>The others watched breathlessly, for a moment, then began -to follow here and there, wherever a pitiful gray heap lay -within possible reach.</p> - -<p>They dragged in a round dozen in this way, bound up -their damages as well as they could with the little rolls of -first-aid bandages stitched inside their tunics, gave them -rum and water from their bottles, and rejoiced exceedingly -over them without showing any slightest sign of it.</p> - -<p>All afternoon—and never surely was so long a day -since Joshua stayed the sun while he smote the Amorites -at Beth-horon—they lay in their trench with Death -whistling shrilly overhead. They chatted with their new -chums and got points from them, heard what had been -doing, and learned what was to be done.</p> - -<p>And as soon as it was dark they all crept out over the -front and forward, till word came to dig in and hold tight; -and they dug for their lives as they had never dug in their -lives before, with bullets singing over them in clouds, and -the much-shelled village burning furiously on their right.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_257">257</span></p> - -<p>It was hot work in every sense of the word and their -bottles were empty. Someone collected an armful and -crept along to a farmhouse in the rear to try for water. -He came sprinting back in a moment with word that the -place was full of Germans.</p> - -<p>A guffaw greeted his news as a number of their own -kilties came running out towards them, waving their arms -triumphantly. But there was something about them Ray -did not like. They did not somehow look London Scottish -to him. Perhaps it was their unweathered knees.</p> - -<p>“Who are you?” he shouted.</p> - -<p>“Scottish Rifles!”—with an accent that any Scot -would have died rather than use.</p> - -<p>“Down them!” he yelled, and let fly himself, and the -‘Scottish Rifles’ withered away, some to earth and some -into the smoke.</p> - -<p>It was when they were well under cover and were congratulating -themselves on being fairly safe—as things -went!—that a burly figure nearly fell in on top of Ray -as he crawled about behind his men.</p> - -<p>“Hello there?” he shouted.</p> - -<p>“London Scottish? You’re to clear out of here and -fall back.”</p> - -<p>“What the deuce——” and then a star-shell blazed out -in front, and Ray, raking him with one swift glance from -his white knees upwards, plucked his feet from under him -and brought him down into the trench in a guttural swearing -heap.</p> - -<p>“Treacherous devils! There’s no end to their tricks.”</p> - -<p>He fingered the revolver at his belt, but he could -not do it so. The fellow deserved it, but it felt too like -murder.</p> - -<p>He kicked the recumbent one up on to his feet. They -prodded him over the parapet in front, and as he started to -run a dozen rifles cracked and he went down.</p> - -<p>These things, and the incessant rain of heavy shells which -blew craters in the earth all about them, began to get on -their nerves somewhat, but especially this masquerading of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_258">258</span> -the enemy in their own uniform. It produced a feeling of -insecurity all round and a diabolical exasperation.</p> - -<p>If for a second the storm, of which they seemed the -centre, lulled, they heard the terrific din of battle on either -side. Heavy fighting seemed going on all along the line.</p> - -<p>And soon after midnight came their hottest time of all. -It looked as though the enemy had got word where the new -raw troops were, and had decided that that would be the -weakest spot, and so hurled his heaviest weight against -them.</p> - -<p>“Here they come! Thousands of ’em!” shouted someone.</p> - -<p>The moon had come out and they could see that it -was so. Ray had no time to think of Lois or anyone else. -His whole being was concentrated on the dark masses -rolling up against them. They had got to be stopped. -He had no slightest idea of what depended on it. All he -knew was that they had got to be stopped, though every -man of themselves died for it.</p> - -<p>“Steady, boys, and give it them hot,” and they blazed -away point blank into the serried ranks.</p> - -<p>They fell in heaps. The rest wavered and then came -on. Ray saw a furious officer thrashing at them with his -sword to urge them forward. He sighted him as though he -had been a pheasant and the furious one fell. The rest -came on—some of them. But the Scottish fire was excellent. -The boys were strung to concert pitch. Flesh -and blood could not stand their record rapid. The dark -masses melted away.</p> - -<p>While they were still congratulating themselves a furious -fusillade opened on them from one side,—Maxims, Ray -judged,—and almost at the same moment came a volley -from the rear. There seemed to be Germans all round -them.</p> - -<p>“Bayonets! This way, boys!” and he tumbled up out -of the trench and led the way against the assault from the -rear. Obviously if they were surrounded that must be the -way out.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_259">259</span></p> - -<p>He stumbled on the rough ground and his rifle jerked out -of his hand. The others thought he was done. But it -was only a trip and he was up and off in a moment, leaving -his rifle on the ground behind.</p> - -<p>He dashed on unarmed, the others yelling at his heels. -In front a row of Germans was blazing away at them, the -moonlight and the flash of the discharges playing odd tricks -with the bristling line of bayonets.</p> - -<p>Ray felt himself horribly naked to assault again. But -there was a wild, insensate rage in his heart against these -men who were dropping his boys as they leaped and yelled -behind him. He wanted to tear and rend, to smash them -into the earth, to end them one and all.</p> - -<p>The wavering gleam of the bayonets was deadly close. -He had tried to haul out his revolver as he ran. It was -gone—his stumble had jerked it out of its case and broken -the lanyard. But he had not played Rugger for nothing.</p> - -<p>At the very edge of the bristling line he hurled himself -down and under it along the ground, plucked at the first -stolid legs he could grab, and brought two heavy bodies -down on top of him in a surprised and cursing heap. It -helped to break the line too, and the boys were in on them -in a moment, jabbing and stabbing and yelling like fiends -out of the pit. They were all mad just then. It was their -first actual taste of blood at close quarters, and it was -very horrible. None of them cared very much to recall -the actual details later on. But it had the desired effect. -Such of the enemy as had any powers of locomotion left -used them, and the panting Scots were for the moment -masters of the field,—but the cost had been heavy. How -heavy they did not yet fully know.</p> - -<p>The machine-gun on their flank had been rushed and -was silent. Their rear seemed clear of the enemy. The -Scottish picked up all they could find in the dark of their -wounded and returned to their trench, and pounded away -again at anything that showed in front. This, after the -hot mêlée behind, was child’s play and it gave them time -to recover themselves.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_260">260</span></p> - -<p>In the dim light of the dawn they took stock again, -grieved silently over their losses, and set their faces harder -than ever to avenge them if the chance offered.</p> - -<p>And the chance came quickly. All along the front as -far as they could see, the Germans came on again in dense -gray masses,—hundreds to one, they seemed, and the -prospect hopeless. There was only one thing to be done, -and that was to make the enemy foot the bill beforehand -and to make it as big a bill as possible. And the clips of -cartridges snapped in merrily, and the gray ones in front -went down in swathes, and Ray’s rifle barrel grew so hot -that he flung it aside and looked about for another. And -as he did so, he discovered with a shock that he and his -handful were alone in the trench. The order had come to -retire but had never got their length.</p> - -<p>“Give them blazes, boys!—then follow me!” he shouted, -and they gave them a full minute of extra rapid, and then -stooped and scurried along the trench as fast as they -could go.</p> - -<p>Glancing about for cover in the rear, he saw a haystack -a hundred yards away across the open.</p> - -<p>“There you are!” he panted, and started them off one -after the other across the field, and followed himself last -of all.</p> - -<p>“Miracles still happen,” he panted again, as they lay -flat for breath behind the stack. “Never thought we’d -manage it.”</p> - -<p>Further to the rear were farm buildings and a glimpse of -hodden gray kilts hovering about. So, with a fresh stock -of breath, and an amazing new hope of life, they dashed -across one by one, with the bullets hailing past in sheets -and ripping white splinters off a gate they had to go -through.</p> - -<p>How any man got through alive, they never knew. -But they did somehow. Only two men got hit. Ray, -last man as a matter of duty, saw young MacGillivray -just in front stagger suddenly and nearly fall. He slipped -his arm through the boy’s with a cheery “Keep up!”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_261">261</span> -and raced him into safety, and they bound him up so that -he could go on.</p> - -<p>The other man got it in the shoulder just as he whirled -through the gate. He made light of it, but they tied him up -also and prepared for the next move.</p> - -<p>For the farm was after all only one stage on the road. -There were Germans all round them, they were told, except -for one possible opening in the rear. And that they instantly -took. First, another minute of rapid-firing by -every available man to give the enemy pause, then off -through a wood, across a beet-field on which machine-guns -were playing for all they were worth, across another field -of mixed rifle and machine-gun fire, and so at last to a -road up which British troops and guns and Maxims were -racing to thrust a stopper into the gap.</p> - -<p>The Hodden-Grays just tumbled into the ditch behind -the guns and thankfully panted their souls back. They -were still alive—some of them! They could hardly -realise it.</p> - -<p>Ray dropped his humming head into his folded arms as -he lay full length on his face. The homely smell of earth -and grass was like new life. He chewed some grass with -relish. After the smoke and taste of blood it was delicious. -To be alive after all that! It was amazing—incredible -almost. He thought of Lois and thanked God fervently -for them both.</p> - -<p>He did not know what they had done. He only knew -that it had been a hot time and that somehow, by God’s -grace, he was still alive. He hoped they had given a good -account of themselves. They had certainly had to fall -back—but in face of such tremendous odds it had been -inevitable and he thought no one could blame them. Anyway -they had done their best. But he felt just a trifle -despondent about it all. Falling back was not a Scottish -custom.</p> - -<p>He was sitting by the roadside smoking a cigarette to -settle the jumpy feeling inside him and soothe his ruffled -feelings, when the Adjutant came along.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_262">262</span></p> - -<p>“You had a hot time, Luard.”</p> - -<p>“It was a trifle warm. They were too many for us, but -we did the best we could under the circumstances.”</p> - -<p>“You did magnificently. The General said the Scottish -had done what two out of three Regular Battalions would -have failed to do. The Staff are saying they saved the -situation last night.”</p> - -<p>“You don’t say so!” said Ray, cocking his bonnet, and -feeling five times the man he was a minute before. “Well, -I’m glad they appreciate us. You can always count on the -Scottish doing its level best.”</p> - -<p>And later on came a telegram from Sir John French himself, -conveying his “warmest congratulations and thanks -for the fine work you did yesterday at Messines,”—and -saying, “You have given a glorious lead and example to -all Territorial troops who are going to fight in France.”</p> - -<p>So from that point of view all was as well as it possibly -could be, and proud men were they who answered the roll-call -at the edge of the wood. Dishevelled and torn and -shaken,—and very sober-faced at the heavy tale of missing,—but -uplifted all the same, with the knowledge that the -record of the old corps had not suffered at their hands.</p> - -<p>They had a few days out of the firing line to let their -nerves settle down and within a week were back in the -trenches.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_263">263</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXX">XXX</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">The</span> news of the London Scottish charge at Messines, -and their success in holding back the enemy at that -time and point of terrific pressure, was made public -by the Censor almost at once. And great was the jubilation -at Head-Quarters and throughout the Second Battalion, -and grievous the anxiety in many a home over the tardy -casualty lists, for it was recognised that the losses must -necessarily be heavy.</p> - -<p>Lois suffered only one day of acutest mental distress, -thanks to Ray’s precious bits of pencilled notes, three of -which—addressed to “Lady Luard”—arrived all together -the day after the news was made known.</p> - -<p>But that one long day taught her to the full what long-drawn -agonies thousands of other anxious hearts must be -suffering until all the details were published.</p> - -<p>Ray’s latest note, scribbled by the roadside just after -his elevating chat with the Adjutant, was very short and -very scrawly in its writing. But it told that he was alive -and that was all she cared for.</p> - -<p>“Can’t write much,” he said in it, “for my hand’s got -the jumps yet. We’ve just come through hell and I haven’t -a scratch. I live and marvel. God’s great mercy. They -say we’ve done well. It was certainly hot. Going to have -a bit off-time, I believe, and we need it. Keep your heart -up. I can’t imagine anything worse than we’ve come -through.”</p> - -<p>Noel and Gregor MacLean swelled visibly with pride in -the prowess of their First Battalion,—so the girls asserted,—and -certainly in their at-length-completed uniforms they -looked unusually big and brawny and ready for anything.</p> - -<p>A draft was preparing for the front to fill up the gaps<span class="pagenum" id="Page_264">264</span> -in the depleted First, and they enthusiastically put in for -it. And, as they were about the two fittest men in the -regiment, thanks to their own arduous preliminary training, -they were accepted, and—again according to the girls—forthwith -became so massive in their own estimation that -it was as much as one’s place was worth for ordinary mortals -to venture to address them.</p> - -<p>But the keenness of the draft for the front could not -prevent a certain heaviness of heart in those at home. -The very necessity and the urgency of the call induced -forebodings as to the future. The First Battalion had -made a record. The draft would be emulous to live up -to it. Not one of them, as they helped the happy warriors -in their preparations and kept strong and cheerful faces -over it all, but felt that they were most likely parting with -the boys for good, and that when the good-byes were said -they might well be the last ones.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare especially felt bruised to the heart’s core. -Con gone, and lying wounded somewhere,—and undoubtedly -sorely wounded, for they had never had a line -from himself yet. Ray out there in the thick of it, and any -moment might bring word of his death. And now Noel -plunging into the mêlée with a joyous zest such as he had -never shown for anything in life before. And Alma and -Lois on the tenterhooks of ceaseless anxiety. It was a time -that kept the women-folk much upon their knees, and their -hearts welled with unuttered prayers as they went about -their daily work.</p> - -<p>A time, however, that was not without its compensations. -If anxieties filled the air, all hearts were opened to one -another in amazingly un-English fashion. Men with whom -Mr Dare had had no acquaintance, made a point of coming -up to him and congratulating him on his son-in-law’s -safety in that hot night at Messines.</p> - -<p>They expressed their sympathy in the matter of Con and -hoped he would soon have better news, and spoke admiringly -of Noel’s pluck in volunteering so speedily for the -front.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_265">265</span></p> - -<p>And everywhere Mrs Dare and Lois and the girls went -it was the same. The frigid angularities of the British -character were everywhere broken down. The touch of -common feeling evoked a new spirit of national kinship. -What touched one touched all. But in varying degree. -Pleasant and helpful as it was to experience this new -feeling of kindliness and sympathy in the air, the hearts -most vitally affected alone knew how sorely the war was -bruising them.</p> - -<p>But, as Alma said, whenever she could rush away from -her patients for a breath of home, “Work is the only -thing to keep one’s thoughts off one’s troubles, and it -doesn’t pay to dwell on them. Here’s another letter from -Robert Grant. He says Con is progressing and hints that -there is a chance of his being exchanged as soon as he can -travel. I do wish we could hear from himself, if it was only -just a word. I can’t help fearing he’s more hurt than Mr -Grant tells us.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a great comfort to know that he’s alive, my dear,” -said Mrs Dare, “—when so many have gone for good.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, it is. I assure you I am grateful, Mother. And -yet I can’t help longing for just that one word from -himself. If he only signed his letters even, it would be -something.”</p> - -<p>“We must be thankful for the smallest sparing mercy -in these days. It seems incredible that any of them should -come back alive when one reads the accounts of the -fighting.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe it helps one to read about it,” said -Lois, who had sat listening quietly.</p> - -<p>“I’m sure it doesn’t,” said Alma. “I’m glad to say -I have very little time for reading. On the other hand one -cannot help hearing our men talk about it, and perhaps -that’s worse, for they were in the thick of it and know what -they’re talking about. And, oh, if only the slackers and -shirkers at home could hear how the others think of them! -Their ears would tingle red for the rest of their lives. You -hear pretty regularly from Ray, Lo?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_266">266</span></p> - -<p>“Every two or three days. I’ll get you his last ones,” -and she slipped quietly away.</p> - -<p>“She is on the rack too,” said Mrs Dare with a sigh. -“Any day may bring us ill news. I dread the postman’s -ring. And in a few days Noel will be in it too. It’s hard -on those who sit at home and wait.”</p> - -<p>“But the boys are just splendid,” said Alma cheerfully. -“They’re doing their duty nobly. Just think how you, -and we all, would have felt if Noel had kept out of it. -Why, we couldn’t have held our heads up, Mother, and you -know it.”</p> - -<p>“I know,” nodded Mrs Dare. “I try to look at it -that way, but the other side will insist on being looked at -also.”</p> - -<p>“If any of them never come back,—well, we know that -they will be infinitely better off. They will have attained -the very highest. No man can do more than give his -life for his country, and these boys are giving themselves -splendidly. I tell you my heart is in my throat at thought -of it all whenever I meet a regiment in the street. I could -cheer and cry at the same time. They are splendid!—splendid!—and -you can see in their eyes and faces that -they understand. War is very terrible, Mother, but I -cannot help feeling that as a people we are on a higher -level than we were six months ago. There’s a new and -nobler spirit abroad.”</p> - -<p>“To think—that it had to come in such a way!”</p> - -<p>“That is one of the mysteries.”</p> - -<p>Lois came quietly in with her precious letters.</p> - -<p>“I envy you, dear,” said Alma, when she had read -them. “Just one little precious scrawl like those would -be worth more to me than all Mr Grant’s letters, glad as I -am to get them.”</p> - -<p>“But you know Con is safe,” said Lois softly.</p> - -<p>“I have Mr Grant’s word for it, but I don’t know him -from Adam. All I’ve been able to learn is that he was an -R.A.M.C. man and was taken at the same time as Con. -He is not a doctor, just one of the helpers.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_267">267</span></p> - -<p>“I think I would be glad to have Ray wounded and a -prisoner—if it wasn’t very bad,” said Lois. “Though I’m -sure he wouldn’t like to know I feel like that.”</p> - -<p>“And I——” began Mrs Dare. “No, it’s no good talking -about it,” and then almost in spite of herself, she said what -was in her mind. “I really cannot help feeling that if—if -the worst had to come to any of them, it would be better -to be killed outright than shattered and useless for life. -Oh, it is terrible to think of. And so many will <span class="locked">be——”</span></p> - -<p>“I would sooner have them back in pieces than not at -all,” said Lois quickly.</p> - -<p>“So would I,” said Alma. “Half a man is better than -no man when he’s all you’ve got. Especially when the -other half has been given to his country. No, indeed! -Let us get back all we can and be thankful.”</p> - -<p>They were kept very busy at Oakdene with their wounded. -In search of extra help Mrs Dare had sent for Mrs Skirrow. -But Mrs Skirrow had risen on the wings of the storm.</p> - -<p>She came, indeed, but it was only to explain why she -could not come as formerly.</p> - -<p>“You see, mum, I got me ’ands as full as they’ll ’old at -present. When I heard they was goin’ to billet some o’ -the boys in Willstead, I says to myself, ‘That’s your -ticket, Thirza Skirrow. Billeting’s your job. You’re -a born billeter.’ So I did up my place a bit, and made it -all nice an’ tidy and clean as a new pin. An’ I got four -of ’em. Big lads too an’ they eats a goodish lot. But we -get on together like a house afire. They calls me ‘Mother,’ -an’ I makes thirty bob a week and me keep off ’em, and -feeds ’em well too. It’s better’n charing an’ more to me -taste, and it’s helping King and Country. An’ for me, I -don’t mind how long it lasts.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you’ve been so sensible,” said Mrs Dare. -“Perhaps you know of someone else who could lend us a -hand?”</p> - -<p>“Know of plenty that’s needing it,—spite o’ the money -they’re drawin’ from Government. But most o’ them -that could if they would’s too happy boozing in the pubs<span class="pagenum" id="Page_268">268</span> -to do anything else. I’ll try and find you someone, mum, -an’ if I can I’ll send her along—or bring her by the scruff.”</p> - -<p>“I hope you have good news of your own boys and Mr -Skirrow.”</p> - -<p>“Never a blessed word, mum, not since they left. -They’ll be all right, I reckon, or I’d heard about it. We’re -not a family that worries much so long as things is goin’ -right. They’ll look after themselves out there, wherever -they are. And I’m doin’ me little bit at ’ome and quite -’appy, thank ye, mum!” and Mrs Skirrow, looking very -solidly contented with life, sailed away to buy in for her -boys, and round up some help for Mrs Dare if she could -lay hands on it.</p> - -<p>Out of that came the idea—already essayed in other -parts of the country—of opening rooms where the wives -of the men who had gone to the front could meet and -talk, and spend their spare time in better surroundings -than the public-houses offered. And another channel -for helpful ministry, and another distraction from brooding -thought, was opened to them.</p> - -<p>The boys were waiting in hourly expectation of orders -to proceed to the front, in the highest of spirits, and with -a gusto not entirely explicable to their womankind. By -processes of severe elimination they had reduced their -absolutely necessary baggage to official requirements -and the restricted proportions of their new stiff green-webbing -knapsacks. They were now going up and down -each day in full campaigning kit, and looked, as Noel -said, like blooming Father Christmases, so slung about were -they with bulging impedimenta of all kinds. They looked -bigger and burlier than ever,—‘absolutely massive,’ said -Honor.</p> - -<p>Then at last the call came. They were to parade at -Head-Quarters and remain there ready to go on at a -moment’s notice.</p> - -<p>Farewells to the elders were said at home. Neither Mrs -Dare nor Mrs MacLean would venture on them in public. -Lois knew what it would be like, having been through it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_269">269</span> -already, and she stayed with them. Auntie Mitt wept -unashamedly, though she pretended it was only the beginning -of a cold. And when they had gone, all four -shut themselves up for a space in their bedrooms and betook -themselves to their knees.</p> - -<p>Honor and Vic, however, went up with them to Head-Quarters, -to see the impression they created in the trains -with such loads on their backs, to share in their reflected -glory, and to delay the parting by that much.</p> - -<p>And the impression was highly satisfactory to all concerned. -For all minds were full still of the gallant work -of the First Battalion at Messines, and all knew that these -young stalwarts were off presently to fill the gaps. Appreciative -glances followed their bumping progression in -and out of trains and stations, and the girls really felt it -an honour to be in such high company.</p> - -<p>At Head-Quarters they—being connected with the draft—were -admitted to the floor of the house and found themselves -in a bewildering maelstrom of circulating Scots.</p> - -<p>“I never saw so many bare knees in all my life,” whispered -Vic.</p> - -<p>“Aren’t they all splendid?” said Honor, sparkling all -over, but not referring entirely to brawny knees.</p> - -<p>And splendid they were, though there were many eyes -that saw them but mistily—whereby they doubtless looked -more splendid still. And obtrusive lumps had to be -forcibly choked down many throats, as fathers and mothers, -and sisters and other fellows’ sisters, tried their best to -keep brave and cheerful faces while they watched—knowing -only too well that they might be looking for the last time -on the clear fresh faces and bright eyes and stalwart forms.</p> - -<p>It was dreadful to think that within a day or two these -eager upstanding boys, with their swinging kilts and cocked -bonnets and cheery looks, might be lying stiff and stark, -rent into bloody fragments by German shells. It did not -do to think of it.</p> - -<p>Honor and Vic went up into the gallery and watched the -multifarious crowd below.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_270">270</span></p> - -<p>“It makes me think of one of those colonies of ants -you buy at Gamage’s in a glass case at Christmas,” murmured -Vic. “I had one once, but the glass got broken -and they all got out and got lost.... I suppose they all -know what they’re supposed to be doing, but they’re -awfully like those ants pushing about every which <span class="locked">way——”</span></p> - -<p>“They’ll get out soon. But I hope they’ll not get lost,” -said Honor, with a glimpse of the chill foreboding.</p> - -<p>“Do you know, Nor, those boys walk quite differently -since they got their kilts,” said Vic, as they watched their -two down below.</p> - -<p>“I know. They fling out their toes with a kind of free -kick as though the world was at their feet. See that man—he -does it beautifully. He’s a sergeant or something. He -looks as if he’d done it all his life.”</p> - -<p>“It’s rather like the way cats walk on wet grass,” said -Vic.</p> - -<p>And then, suddenly, sharp words of command down -below,—the floor cleared as if by magic of all but the draft -for the front, and they formed up in two long lines, and a -General came along and inspected them and said a few -cheery words to them.</p> - -<p>The girls thrilled at the general silence, the concentration -on the draft. They watched their two absorbedly, and to -both it came right home with almost overwhelming force -that the parting that was upon them might well be the -final one. They would march proudly away with their -swinging kilts and skirling pipes, and then—they might -never see them again.</p> - -<p>“Look at their faces!” whispered Honor. “Are those -two really our boys?”</p> - -<p>“They’re ours right enough. That’s their fighting-face. -They’re splendid.”</p> - -<p>More words of command, they formed up in fours, the -big doors swung open, the pipes shrilled a merry tune, -and with heavy tread of ordered feet they passed out into -the gray November day.</p> - -<p>“Are they going?” gasped Honor, and turned to follow.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_271">271</span></p> - -<p>“Only to Central Hall,” said a Second Battalion man -who was leaning on the rail alongside them. “They’re -to come back here for lunch presently. They’ll go on -later,—that is if they go on to-day at all. Somebody was -saying the transports aren’t ready.”</p> - -<p>“They say there’s a German submarine dodging about -the Channel waiting for them,” said another next to him.</p> - -<p>“This place breeds a fresh rumour every five minutes -on an average. You’re never sure of anything till it’s -happened.”</p> - -<p>So the girls waited hopefully, and criticised the setting of -the tables down below by obviously ’prentice hands; and -in due course they were rewarded by the draft marching -in again, without kits this time, and they all sat down -at the tables and ate and drank in apparently jovial -humour.</p> - -<p>But to the girls, subdued in spirit somewhat by the pertinacious -intrusion of the future possibilities which took -advantage of this long-drawn farewell, the rough-and-ready -banquet had in it something of the solemn and -portentous,—something indeed of a sacrament, though -the apparently jovial ones down below did not seem to -regard it so. It was a farewell feast. It was hardly -possible that all those stalwart diners would return. And -as their eyes wandered over them, returning oftenest to -their own two, they wondered who would be taken,—who -left to return to them.</p> - -<p>“I couldn’t eat to save my life,” said Vic.</p> - -<p>“Nor I. And I don’t believe they’re eating much -either. They’re just pretending to.”</p> - -<p>When the feasting was over the place became a maelstrom -again, with much hearty wringing of hands, and good -lucks, and good wishes, and parting gifts of plethoric -boxes of matches and cigars and cigarettes. And then -they were all formed up into two long lines again, and -the girls sped down the narrow stone staircases to be near -them at the last.</p> - -<p>They were just in time to march alongside their own two<span class="pagenum" id="Page_272">272</span> -as far as the Central Hall, but it was only when the -hodden-gray mass was slowly making its way down the -dark stairway that they had the chance to speak.</p> - -<p>“We’ve got to sleep in this hole to-night, they say,” said -Noel. “Rotten!”</p> - -<p>“When do you think you’ll go?” asked Honor.</p> - -<p>“Dear knows. We never know anything till we’re -doing it.”</p> - -<p>“We shall come up in the morning to see if you’re still -here.”</p> - -<p>“That’ll be nice. But don’t bother!”</p> - -<p>“We may be here for days,” said Gregor. “We’ve got -used to hanging on and waiting orders. It’s the weariest -part of the work.”</p> - -<p>“Well, we’ll keep on coming up till you go. We’d like -to see the last of them, wouldn’t we, Vic?—I mean,” with a -quick little catch of the breath that nearly choked her, -“the last till you come back.”</p> - -<p>“Rather! You see, we wouldn’t be sure you really -had gone unless we saw it with our own eyes.”</p> - -<p>“Think we’d bolt?—Or want to get rid of us?” grinned -Noel.</p> - -<p>“Oh—neither. Just to know, you know.”</p> - -<p>And then the boys had to go below, and the girls went -away home, and hardly spoke a word all the way.</p> - -<p>They went up again next day and found the draft still -standing-by in huge disgust at the delay.</p> - -<p>And again the next day—and the next,—and the next; -and each time found the boys growling louder and deeper.</p> - -<p>“Got us out of Head-Quarters and forgotten us, the -bally idiots!” was Noel’s opinion. “You might just trot -round and ask ’em what they jolly well mean by it. Tell -’em we’re not going to put up with it much longer.”</p> - -<p>“All going to desert for a change,” said Gregor. “It’s -a sight harder work than fighting.”</p> - -<p>Then one morning when the girls arrived at the Hall -it was lonely and deserted. The draft had gone.</p> - -<p>“Just as well, maybe,” said Honor philosophically, when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_273">273</span> -she had got her face quite straight again. “I believe -I should have cried at the last, and I hate crying in -public.”</p> - -<p>“Crying’s no good,” said Vic valiantly. “I’m glad -they’re away at last. It was beginning to tell on all -of us.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_274">274</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXI">XXXI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">For</span> a week after that hot night at Messines the -Hodden-Grays had a fairly easy time, and they -deserved and needed it.</p> - -<p>They marched back to Bailleul and found billets in the -farmhouses round about, and there they had the chance -to clean up and refit, to recover themselves generally, and -to grieve over their heavy losses,—though you would not -have thought it, perhaps, by the look of them.</p> - -<p>Simply to be sleeping once more beyond the reach of -sudden death was a mental tonic, and its effects showed -quickly in a universal bracing up to concert-pitch and -anything more that might be required of them.</p> - -<p>The pressure on their special front was still heavy and -continuous, however, and the end of the week’s holiday -saw them back in the fighting-line, with their hearts set -dourly on paying back some of the heavy score if opportunity -offered.</p> - -<p>They were moved from point to point, but finally settled -down in a wood, the trees of which, so much as was left -of them, told their own grim story of fiery flagellations. -The German trenches were in the same wood about three -hundred yards away but were invisible on account of fallen -tree-tops and branches.</p> - -<p>There Ray’s company remained for five whole days, -shelled incessantly and so harassed with attacks between -times that rest was impossible, and through sheer strain -and weariness their nerves came nigh to snapping. But -they held tight and slogged on, and longed for relief and a -heavenly night’s rest out of the sound and feel of bursting -shells.</p> - -<p>Even well-seasoned regulars—and they had a very crack<span class="pagenum" id="Page_275">275</span> -battalion on their left—found it overmuch of a bad thing, -and some got ‘batty in the brain-pan,’ as Ray put it in his -letters to Lois, and had to be sent back to hospital. It was -amazing that men accustomed to experiences so different -could stand it. But they did, and held their own with the -best, and suffered much.</p> - -<p>The weather was horrible. Some days it poured without -ceasing. At night the rain turned to hail, and they -had fierce gales which brought the remnants of the wood -down on their heads, so that between whirling hail and -falling branches they could not see five yards ahead. They -were soaked to the skin and chilled to the bone all day and -all night, and the only thing that kept them alive was the -incessant attacks of the German hordes which had to be -beaten back at any price,—and were.</p> - -<p>But it was bitter hard work and only possible by reason -of urgent and final necessity. Never were more grateful -men on this earth when at last the reliefs came up, and they -trudged off through nine inches of mud to a village in the -rear where they got hot tea,—the first hot thing they had -had for a week.</p> - -<p>Then followed a short spell in the reserve trenches, which -were full of water and still subject to shell-fire, but just a -degree less racking than the actual fighting-line in as much -as the enemy could not get at them without ample warning.</p> - -<p>Still, they were ‘standing-by’ all the time, ready to -supplement the front at any moment, so there was little -rest and constant strain. They dozed at times, sitting -in the mud and more than half frozen with the bitter cold. -Their sopping clothing stuck clammily to their chilled -skins. They dreamed of beds and hot baths, and now and -again they fed on bully beef and bread and jam, washed -down with hot tea laced with rum, and blessed the commissariat -which did its level best for them under very trying -circumstances.</p> - -<p>Then at last,—since human nature can stand only a -certain considerable amount of affliction without being -the worse for it, and they had done their utmost duty<span class="pagenum" id="Page_276">276</span> -and had about reached the limit—they were ordered to -the rear for a proper rest, and right gladly they took the -muddy road and left the sound of the guns behind them.</p> - -<p>There followed a few days of recuperative rest, interrupted -only, but more than once, by orders to ‘stand-by’ -to reinforce the front, which was enduring much tribulation -from overwhelming odds. The front held firm, -however, and their tension relaxed again.</p> - -<p>They cleaned themselves up and did some parades and -route marches to keep their muscles from cramping, and -then, one heavenly day, Ray, hearing that the officers of -other battalions were getting short leave for home, put in -for the same, and got it, and twelve hours later walked up -the drive at Oakdene and Lois rushed out and flung herself -into his arms.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_277">277</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXII">XXXII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">What</span> a home-coming that was!</p> - -<p>They counted him almost as one returned from -the dead, and Mrs Dare and Lois could hardly -let him out of their sight for a moment. He was gift of -the gods and prized accordingly.</p> - -<p>And they talked and talked, though of course it was -Ray who did most of the talking, and held them spell-bound -and shivering with the mere telling of the things he had seen.</p> - -<p>Auntie Mitt suspended her work to gaze at him with -eyes like little saucers, and finally expressed the opinion -that it sounded worse even than the Crimea.</p> - -<p>“And you saw nothing of the boys?” asked Honor -disappointedly.</p> - -<p>“They hadn’t arrived when I left. General opinion is -that they’ve got mislaid en route, but they’ll probably -have turned up by the time I get back. We’re needing -them badly to make up our strength. Losses were very -heavy at Messines, and there’s a certain wastage going on -all the time, of course.”</p> - -<p>“Wastage indeed!” sighed Mrs Dare, thinking of her -own. “You speak as if they were no more than goods and -chattels, Ray. Every wasted one means a sore sore heart -at home.”</p> - -<p>“I know, Mother dear. One gets to speak of it so. War -is horribly callousing. If it were not no man could stick -it out. But we think of them differently, I assure you, and -nothing is left undone that we can do for them. You’ve -heard from the boys, of course.”</p> - -<p>“We’ve had several letters, just hasty <span class="locked">scraps——”</span></p> - -<p>“That’s all one has time for, and we’re not allowed to -say much, you see.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_278">278</span></p> - -<p>“How long can it possibly go on, do you think?”</p> - -<p>“I can’t imagine how it’s ever going to come to an -end. You see they’re dug in and we’re dug in, and neither -of us can make any advance. Seems to me an absolute -stalemate and as if it might go on so for ever.”</p> - -<p>“How awful to think of!” said Vic. “Can’t you get -round them somehow and turn them out of their holes?”</p> - -<p>“We haven’t a quarter enough men. That’s why it’s -been so rough on those that were there. We can beat -them at fighting any day, even at three to one odds, but -they outnumber us many times more than that. How’s -Kitchener’s new lot getting on?”</p> - -<p>“They’ve come in splendidly, and they’re working hard -and look very fit—those that have got their uniforms. -The rest look like convicts, but they’ll be all right when -they’re decently dressed.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I tell you,—we want every man of them, and as -quickly as possible. Our long thin line is terribly pressed, -and our losses are heavier in consequence. It’s rough on -the nerves, you see. One day in and one day out of the -trenches would be all right. But five days and nights on -end is a bit tough. Lots have been invalided home almost -dotty with the strain.”</p> - -<p>He had a great time and savoured every second of it. -He had hot baths till he felt respectable, and got a cold in -the head as a consequence, and went up and had a Turkish -bath in town and thought of the icy water of the trenches -as he sat in the hottest room.</p> - -<p>He went up to Head-Quarters, and saw the new chiefs -there and some old chums who had been unable for various -good reasons to go out with the rest.</p> - -<p>But most of his time he spent with Lois—golden hours -which both felt might possibly be the last.</p> - -<p>Three days later he was back at Brigade Head-Quarters, -and one of the first things he saw was Noel Dare kicking a -fine goal in a game of soccer, Draft <i>v.</i> Veterans, and Gregor -MacLean, who was better at golf than at footer, cheering -him for all he was worth.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_279">279</span></p> - -<p>They all three forgathered when the game was over -and the crowd had finished booing the referee, and Noel, -in the pride of his goal and brimful of youthful eagerness, -broke out, “I say, Sir Raglan, can’t you get them to get a -move on? We chaps came out to fight and we’ve done -nothing yet but play footer and route-march. It’s almost -as bad as being at home.”</p> - -<p>“You wait till you get five days and nights in the -trenches, my son, with water up to your knees and the -rest of you nothing but mud, and you’ll be wishing you -were back here having a holiday.”</p> - -<p>“Bet you I won’t! We’re just aching to have a slap at -those beastly Boches, aren’t we, Greg?”</p> - -<p>“Rather!—Sickening, hanging about round here.”</p> - -<p>“You’ll find war’s mostly hanging about round somewhere, -with an occasional scrap thrown in, and overmany -shells all the time. You get used to them, of course, but -you’ll come to be grateful to get away from the sound of -them for a bit.”</p> - -<p>“Everybody all right at home?” asked Noel. “Suppose -you got a sight of them!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I got all the sight of them I could cram into the -time. They were all first rate, but full of anxieties for all -of us. I suppose you write now and again.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, occasionally. But you see there’s really been -nothing to tell them so far.”</p> - -<p>“You can’t write often enough to please your mothers. -They’re feeling it sorely.”</p> - -<p>The days dragged on and found them still ‘fooling -about,’ as Noel put it,—footer, route-marches, parades, -alarm-parades, church-parades, an occasional sudden -order to ‘stand-by’ in case of need, now and again a bit -of musketry-drill, and some educational manœuvering and -trench-digging. But it was all very far short of what the -fire-eating newcomers had looked forward to, and strung -themselves up to, and felt very much let down through -the lack of.</p> - -<p>Then they heard the King was coming to have a look<span class="pagenum" id="Page_280">280</span> -at them, and they were set to scraping a foot or so of the -surface mud off the road so that his motor should be -able to get through somehow.</p> - -<p>And they did it merrily enough. It was a change anyway -and all in the day’s work. But, said Noel,</p> - -<p>“Hanged if I ever expected to get down to road-scraping. -I feel like one of the old duffers that pretend to sweep the -roads at home, with W.U.C. in brass letters on their caps, -and mouch about most of the time with their brooms over -their shoulders.”</p> - -<p>The King duly came and went, which passed one day, -and they had more drills, new double-company drills, more -route-marches, more parades, and came at last to doubt if -any real fighting was to the fore at all.</p> - -<p>The news of Admiral Sturdee’s sinking of the German -Fleet off the Falklands cheered them up, and later on came -word of the bombardment of Scarborough and Whitby, -and they were inclined to think that would help Kitchener -in his recruiting.</p> - -<p>It rained most days and they got accustomed to the -constant living in wet clothes. And rumour, as of old, -had fine times of it—a fresh ’cert’ each day, but the most -persistent and long-lived that they were presently to go to -Egypt;—at which Master Noel growled, “Rotten luck!”</p> - -<p>They were constantly ‘standing-by,’ hopeful that it -meant business at last, but the order was always cancelled -and they stayed where they were.</p> - -<p>Then, right in the middle of a game of footer, peremptory -orders came and they were really off at last, full of fight -and jubilant at the prospect of fresh fame for the Battalion -in the near future.</p> - -<p>And presently Noel and Gregor found themselves in a -real fighting-trench, with mud and water almost up to their -knees, and the roaring of big guns and the rattle of musketry -somewhere on in front.</p> - -<p>It was a reserve trench, and between them and the -enemy the front line men were doing their best to retake a -trench that had been lost, and behind them were several<span class="pagenum" id="Page_281">281</span> -companies in support, so that the new men were as yet in -no great danger.</p> - -<p>They felt terribly warlike and anxious to get at them. -Huge shells came hurtling through the darkness and exploded -all too close, with terrific noises and ghastly blasts -of lightning.</p> - -<p>“Bully!” jerked Noel, with his teeth set tight. “Bit -of the real thing at last, old Greg! Wonder when we do -anything?”</p> - -<p>“It’s dam damp to the feet,” said Gregor. “I’d jolly -well like a run to get warm.”</p> - -<p>There was no chance of a run just then, but presently -they were all ordered out into the open to dig a new trench, -and the Germans sent up star-shells and found them out -and gave it them hot.</p> - -<p>Bullets pinged past them and over them like clouds -of venomous insects swept along by a gale. Shrapnel -burst with vicious claps over their heads. Life seemed -impossible and yet to their surprise they lived, and, whatever -their private feelings, the new men stuck valiantly -to their work and dug for dear life.</p> - -<p>Noel and Gregor were alongside one another delving like -navvies, while sweat and shivers chased one another up -and down their backs which felt horribly naked to damage.</p> - -<p>“Keep as low as you can, boys,” was their lieutenant’s -order, as he paced the line behind, preaching better than -he practised.</p> - -<p>“Navvies,” jerked Noel, through his teeth to Gregor, -so strung up with it all that he must speak or burst. “Just -jolly old navvies and grave-diggers and road-scrapers! -That’s what we are, my son.”</p> - -<p>And then—a gasp alongside him, and a groan, and -Gregor was down.</p> - -<p>“Greg, old man! What’s it?” and he was down on -his knees beside him. But Gregor did not speak.</p> - -<p>Noel rose and hauled him up into his arms and began -to stagger back with his burden towards the rear. A -machine-gun somewhere on the flank opened on them.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_282">282</span> -A hail of bullets swept into them. They both went down -with a crash.</p> - -<p>“Stretchers here!” shouted the lieutenant, and then -fell himself in a crumpled heap.</p> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div> - -<p>Let Ray’s letter tell the rest.</p> - -<p>Lois had rushed to meet the postman, as they used to do -at The Red House, but never so eagerly as now.</p> - -<p>He handed her the letters with a grin. He wished all -the houses he went to had a similar practice. It made him -feel himself a universal benefactor.</p> - -<p>It was sleeting and the letters were sprinkled with -drops—like tears. Lois picked out her own special, tossed -the rest—none of which were of the slightest consequence -compared with this one—onto the table in the breakfast-room -and sped upstairs. She always read Ray’s letters -first in sanctuary.</p> - -<p>She sliced it open very neatly, for even envelopes from -the front were precious. And then as she glanced over it, -with eyes trained and quickened to the vitalities, her face -blanched and her lips tightened, and then the tears streamed -down without restraint.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p> -“<span class="smcap">Lois dearest</span>, -</p> - -<p>I have bad news for you, but you will bear it -bravely and help the mothers. Our two dear lads are -gone. They were doing their duty nobly and their -end was quick and I believe painless,—a grand death -for any man to die.</p> - -<p>They were trenching at the front on Tuesday -night with the rest. The Germans located them in the -dark by star-shells and directed a heavy fire on them. -I was sent to order them to withdraw as the enemy -had crept up on the flank with machine-guns. I met -bearer-parties coming in and they said casualties were -pretty heavy. One stretcher I passed as I returned -had two bodies on it, and one of the bearers explained -that they found them locked together like that.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_283">283</span> -‘This one had been trying to carry the other, I reckon,’ -he said, and I flicked my torch on them and found to my -great grief that it was Noel and Gregor. Gregor had -been shot dead and Noel had evidently been trying to -get him to the rear.</p> - -<p>“We may not mourn overmuch. It is hard to -lose the boys but it was a grand death to die. Gregor -died for his country. Noel died for his friend as well.</p> - -<p>Break it to the mothers. It will be a sad task, -but tell them how bravely the boys did their part. -They were always cheerful and happy—anxious only -to get to the real work for which they had prepared -themselves so well.</p> - -<p>I am very well and fit and have not had a scratch -so far. God be thanked, for both our sakes!...”</p> -</div> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div> - -<p>Break it to the mothers! What a task for any girl!</p> - -<p>She fell on her knees by the bed and buried her streaming -face in her hands, and prayed for help for them all and -especially for the mothers.</p> - -<p>Her own mother, she knew, would bear it bravely. She -had many left. But poor Mrs MacLean!—her only one!—her -all! And she ageing and frail.</p> - -<p>And Honor! Oh, Death cut wide swathes in these -times. It would be very sad for Honor. She would get -over it in time, no doubt. She was young. But now it -would darken her life and leave a terrible blank in it.</p> - -<p>And Vic! She was not quite sure if there had been -anything between Vic and Noel. She had imagined the -possibility at times. Oh, Death was cruel, and War was -hateful and horrible.</p> - -<p>These dear boys, with no ill-feeling for anyone—done to -their deaths by the evil machinations of the war-makers! -In the depth of her sorrow her anger burned. She prayed -God vehemently to requite it in full to those who had -brought all these horrors on the world for their own evil -ends.</p> - -<p>But nothing would bring back their boys. And upon her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_284">284</span> -lay the dreadful task of breaking the news to the rest. -She prayed now for strength and guidance, and they were -given to her.</p> - -<p>She got up and bathed her face and eyes, and went -downstairs.</p> - -<p>Vic met her expectantly.</p> - -<p>“Any news, Lo?... Why—what is it?” at sight of -her eyes, which swam in spite of herself.</p> - -<p>“Very bad news, dear. Come in here,—to the library,” -and she closed the door behind them.</p> - -<p>“Noel and Gregor,” she said, with a break in her voice—“They -are both <span class="locked">gone——”</span></p> - -<p>“Oh, Lo!”—with a sharp agony which Lois understood. -“Not both!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, dear, both. It is terrible, but you must help us -to bear it.”</p> - -<p>Vic gave her one woeful glance, which haunted her for -months, and then put her arms round her neck and broke -into sobs. “Oh, Lo! Lo!” and Lois put her arms round -her understandingly and patted her soothingly. No -further word was said between them, and presently Vic -disengaged herself and bowed her head and ran up to her -room.</p> - -<p>Lois just told the news to Auntie Mitt, whose old face -worked and broke, and then, slipping on her Loden cloak -with the hood over her head, she went across to The Red -House.</p> - -<p>They knew in a moment by the sight of her face that -she brought bad news. Mrs Dare had all along, while -relaxing nothing of her faith and hope, been prepared for -such. Many times a day she had said to herself, “How is -it possible that they can come back alive out of such -horrors? God’s will be done!”</p> - -<p>Now she asked quickly, “Who is it, dear?”—as one -who was prepared.</p> - -<p>“It is the boys, Mother dear.”</p> - -<p>“Not both?” with a gasp in spite of herself.</p> - -<p>“Both,” said Lois sadly, and dared not look at Honor,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_285">285</span> -who sat rigid and stricken. “I will read you Ray’s -letter.”</p> - -<p>“Ray is safe?”</p> - -<p>“Thank God, he is safe—so far,” and she read them his -letter.</p> - -<p>When it was all told, Mrs Dare gave a great sigh as -though part of her very life had gone out of her.</p> - -<p>“The—poor—dear—lads!” she said softly.</p> - -<p>“We must remember that they are infinitely better off, -Mother dear,” said Lois quietly. “They did their duty -and they died nobly.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare sighed again. “I did not think it possible -they could all come back. How could we expect it when so -many are gone? But—oh, how we shall miss them!—the -dear lads!—the dear lads!”</p> - -<p>“Who will break it to Mrs MacLean?” said Honor, -in a low, strained voice tremulous with tears. “It will -be terrible for her!”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps I had better go,” said Lois. “But it will be -very <span class="locked">trying——”</span></p> - -<p>“I think I will go, Lo,” said Honor, very quietly but very -firmly. “He was very dear to me too. We must comfort -one another.”</p> - -<p>“Can you stand it, Nor, dear?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I can stand it. We’ve all got to stand it. -You will lend me Ray’s letter? I will be very careful of -it,” and Lois handed it to her.</p> - -<p>“She is very brave,” said Lois, when Honor had gone off -to put on her things. “I don’t think I could bear it so -well if Ray were taken from me. Oh, Mother, how terrible -it all is! It all seems like a horrible nightmare. I stand -and ask myself sometimes—‘Is it real? Is this really -Christmas of 1914,—or shall I wake presently and find it -all an evil dream?’”</p> - -<p>“Ah—if it only were!” said Mrs Dare, with the tears -running unheeded down her cheeks. “We must try to -bear it as bravely as Honor does. It will be a great blow -to your father too. But we have forecasted it. It<span class="pagenum" id="Page_286">286</span> -seemed impossible that all of them should come back -to us....”</p> - -<p>They heard the front door close quietly as Honor let -herself out.</p> - -<p>“... My heart is very sore for Gregor’s mother,” she -said softly. “He was all she had. I am still rich. She -loses all. But if anyone can comfort her it is Honor.”</p> - -<p>“And to think—that a million, perhaps many million, -women are feeling as we are, and suffering as we are—and -all because of a little handful of evil ambitious men! -Mother,—it is terrible that any men should have such evil -power. I cannot help wishing they may suffer in their -turn. But they can never suffer enough.”</p> - -<p>“They will suffer,” said Mrs Dare quietly. “Since God -is a just God. We may leave them to Him, dear,—and -trust the outcome to Him too.... It is sad to think of -our dear lad cut off so soon. But—I have thought much -in the night, when I could not sleep for thinking of them -all,—he is better so, Lois, than growing up like some we -know. Oh, far better so.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, indeed, dear!”—It was good, she felt, for her -mother to talk. She would have all the rest of her life for -thinking.</p> - -<p>“Your father was telling me, a night or two ago, how -he came down in the train with young Nemmowe,—you -know,—of ‘The Hollies.’ He had been drinking, but he -was not drunk—only assertive. Someone in the carriage -asked him when he was going to the front. And he -chuckled and said, ‘Not me! Not my line at all. I’m -a man of peace. Besides we’ve got too much on. Can’t -spare me at this end.’ They’re big army contractors, -you know, and are making a huge fortune out of the war, -it is said. And the man who had asked him, said, ‘If I -was as young as you, and as strong as you, I’d sooner die -out there ten times over than stop rotting here. If England -came to grief you’d wring a profit out of it some way, I -presume.’ And the Nemmowe boy laughed and said, -‘Shouldn’t wonder if you’d like some of the pickings yourself.’<span class="pagenum" id="Page_287">287</span> -And since then no one will pass a word with him. -Better to be lying dead in French soil than like that, dear.”</p> - -<p>“Far, far better, Mother dear. It is well with our boys. -But—oh, it is sad to have them go! And any day Ray -may be with them,” and she fell on her knees and laid her -head in her mother’s lap as she had done when a child.</p> - -<p>“It is in God’s hands,” said her mother, gently stroking -her hair. “But, thanks be to Him, our boys are proving -themselves men.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_288">288</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXIII">XXXIII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">Honor</span> walked quickly, with bent head to keep the -sleet out of her eyes. She despised umbrellas and -enjoyed braving the weather, when circumstances -permitted her, as now, to wear a knitted toque and a rainproof. -The bite of the sleet was in accord with her feelings. -She would have liked to tramp against it for hours.</p> - -<p>Noel gone! Gregor gone! It seemed incredible. Those -two dear boys so full of bounding life and energy. Gone!—lying -dead and cold under the French mud. She could -not quite realise it yet. She felt numbed with the shock -of it. Dead! Never to return to them! Never to see -them in this life again! Oh, Gregor, Gregor!</p> - -<p>But she must be brave, for, just across the Common -there, was Gregor’s mother in happy unconsciousness of -the blow that had befallen them. Oh, it would hurt her. -It would bruise her. It might break her. She, Honor, -must be brave and strong and help her to bear it.</p> - -<p>And as she breasted the wind, and the sleet bit at her -face, her mind began to work again with acute clarity -of understanding. It carried her above herself. She saw—as -though scales had fallen from the eyes of her spirit—that -this fearsome Death which seemed so dreadful was -not the end but the beginning. Their boys were possibly—probably—nearer -to them even than they had been in life. -The dear bodies might be lying there in France, but all that -had been really <em>them</em> was living still and might be—would -be, she thought, watching them now, near at hand, -nearer than ever before.</p> - -<p>So full was her mind of the thought that she actually -found herself glancing upwards into the sleety sky as if she -might catch sight of them.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_289">289</span></p> - -<p>There was only gray sky and whirling sleet up there, -but the belief was strong in her and she went on comforted.</p> - -<p>The maid greeted her with her usual bright smile, and -helped her off with her dripping coat. They all knew -how things stood between Mr Gregor and her and cordially -approved.</p> - -<p>“Is Mrs MacLean down yet, Maggie?” she asked.</p> - -<p>“Not yet, Miss Honor. She was feeling the cold, so she -said she would have her breakfast in bed,”—as she showed -her into the morning-room at the back, where a wood fire -was burning brightly with cheerful hissings and spittings -and puffs of smoke, and everything spoke of comfort and -the quiet joy of life.</p> - -<p>“Will you please ask her if I can see her at once, -Maggie?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, Miss Honor. Not bad news, I do hope, Miss,” -but she knew that it was, for Honor’s face was tragic in -spite of herself.</p> - -<p>“Don’t hint it, Maggie. Just tell her I must see her,” -and Maggie went quietly, as though she savoured the -coming news already.</p> - -<p>A table with newspapers and books and magazines was -drawn up near the fire alongside Mrs MacLean’s favourite -chair. On it was a photograph of Gregor in his uniform, -in a massive silver frame. He looked bravely out at her. -Just his own dear look as she knew him best. Quiet, -reserved, but with the smiles just below and ready to break -through on smallest provocation.</p> - -<p>And it was all over. He was gone,—lying under the -blood-stained soil across there. No,—she was to remember—he -was more alive than ever, nearer to them than ever,—but—ah -me!—they would never see him again on this side.</p> - -<p>She was still bending over the photograph when Maggie -came in, with a quiet, “Will you please to come up, Miss -Honor?”</p> - -<p>She turned the handle of the bed-room door, with her -eyes anxiously seeking the extent of the news in Honor’s -face. And Honor went into the room.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_290">290</span></p> - -<p>It was a full hour before she came out again. What -had passed was between them and God. We may not -trespass.</p> - -<p>But her face had lost and gained in that hour inside -with Gregor’s mother, and her eyes were red with weeping.</p> - -<p>Maggie had been dusting within earshot of that door -ever since it closed. She came now to meet Honor, and -they went into the morning-room together.</p> - -<p>“Is he wounded, Miss Honor?” she asked anxiously.</p> - -<p>“He is dead, Maggie,—” and there was a sob in her -voice as she said it. “And my brother also. They died -together,” and Maggie burst into tears and nearly choked -with the effort to do it quietly.</p> - -<p>“Oh, Miss Honor!—Dead!—and him so fine and strong -and only just got there! Oh, Miss!—And the mistress? -Is she—will <span class="locked">it——”</span></p> - -<p>“I am going home now to get some things, and then I am -coming back to stay with her for a time. She wishes it, -and it will comfort her.”</p> - -<p>“And your poor mother <span class="locked">too——”</span></p> - -<p>“It is very terrible for us all, but worst of all for Mrs -MacLean. He was all she had. We must all do what we -can to comfort her. They died splendidly, one helping -the other. And Ray says it was instantaneous and so they -did not suffer. Tell the others, Maggie, and don’t any of -you give way—more than you can help—before Mrs -MacLean.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll do our best, Miss Honor, but it’ll no be easy. -It’s too awful,” and Honor passed out into the sleety -morning.</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare quite understood and fully approved. Her old -friend’s need was greater than her own. She gave Honor -loving words for her right out of her heart, helped her to -get ready the things she must take back with her, and -promised to come over to see Mrs MacLean very shortly, -when the freshness of their wounds should have had a little -time to heal.</p> - -<p>Mr Dare’s grief was great when he came home that night<span class="pagenum" id="Page_291">291</span> -to such news. But, like his wife, he had forecasted the -possibility, and as they talked together of their boy, he -said again, “Better so, dear, than growing up like some one -knows—like that Nemmowe fellow for instance.... He -did all he could and no man could do more.”</p> - -<p>“He would never have turned out like young Nemmowe,” -said Mrs Dare confidently.</p> - -<p>“I don’t believe he would, seeing that he was your boy.”</p> - -<p>Lois came over while they were still quietly talking of it -all, and she brought with her a suggestion that made for -their comfort all round.</p> - -<p>In Honor’s absence Mr and Mrs Dare would find The Red -House very empty, whereas for want of room at Oakdene -they had reluctantly been compelled to refuse several -fresh patients lately. So Lois’s idea was to transfer -herself and Vic and Auntie Mitt, if she would come, to The -Red House and so form a more complete family party -there. They could then leave Oakdene entirely to their -guests and the nursing staff, and could still do their own -part in the way of providing and superintendence from -next door.</p> - -<p>“These trying times make one inclined to draw closer -together,” she urged, and it seemed to them good, and the -matter was decided on.</p> - -<p>Vic, usually so light-hearted and full of talk, had become -the silent member of the household. She had suffered a sore -wound, and it was the harder to bear because it was more -or less of a hidden wound and not to be spoken of or sympathised -with.</p> - -<p>She went for days like a stricken thing, scarcely speaking -to any of them and preferring solitude. Then Mrs Dare -ventured on her privacy and got her to talk about Noel, -and they cried together over their loss and both felt the -better for it. And presently she and Mrs Dare went across -to see Mrs MacLean and Honor, and in their efforts to cheer -and comfort Gregor’s mother they found some consolation -themselves.</p> - -<p>Mrs MacLean begged so anxiously to be allowed to keep<span class="pagenum" id="Page_292">292</span> -Honor with her still that Mrs Dare could not find in her -heart to say no. They were like mother and daughter, and -Mrs MacLean’s only hope for the future was that the relationship -which might have been should be realised as -nearly as possible—as though Honor and Gregor had been -married before he went out.</p> - -<p>“I have thought sometimes when I saw in the papers -about young people getting married like that that it was not -very wise,” said the old lady. “But now I see it differently. -It is the best thing to do, for it puts everything -on a proper and legal footing. But, my dear, I know how -very dear you were to him, and you are just as dear to me -as if you had been married. Stay with me as long as you -can put up with me. My heart would be very empty -without you.”</p> - -<p>And Honor kissed her and promised to stay.</p> - -<p>“You see, my dear,” said the old lady, another time, to -Honor’s very great surprise, “I have no one very near to -me in kin, and I know just what our boy would have wished -me to do. That large blue letter that came this morning -was from Mr Worrall, the solicitor to the firm, and it contained -a copy of Gregor’s will, which he had the good -thought to make before he left. The bulk of his father’s -money came to me, of course, and would have passed -on to him when my time came. God has willed that -otherwise, but I can still do what I know would have -pleased him—which I know will still please him if he is -still concerned with us below here, as both you and I rejoice -to believe. Mr Worrall tells me he left all he had to you, and -it may be somewhere about twenty thousand <span class="locked">pounds——”</span></p> - -<p><span class="locked">“Oh—but——”</span></p> - -<p>But the old lady’s tremulous white hand constrained her -to hear her out.</p> - -<p>“And when I go, my dear, there is no one in the world -he would have desired the rest—or most of it—to go to but -yourself.”</p> - -<p>But Honor’s head was down in the motherly lap and she -was sobbing heart-brokenly.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_293">293</span></p> - -<p>“I know, my dear. Sooner himself than all the money -in the world,” and she stroked the shaking head tenderly. -“But God saw differently, and He knows best. We will -treasure our memories together, you and I.... Oh, my -boy! my boy!” and the white head bowed upon the brown, -and the great burden of their sorrow was easier for the -sharing.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_294">294</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXIV">XXXIV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap"><span class="smcap1">It</span> was on a bleak afternoon in the middle of January -that the quiet little circle at The Red House was -surprised by the sudden irruption of Alma in a state -of intensest excitement.</p> - -<p>She had come down at once when their sorrowful news -about the boys reached her, but that had had to be a short -visit as they were terribly busy at St Barnabas’s and shorter-handed -than ever.</p> - -<p>“He’s coming home. He’s in England,” and she -showed them a telegram she had received an hour before, -which <span class="locked">said—</span></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“Just landed. Will go straight to Willstead. Hope -find you all well. <span class="smcap">Con.</span>”</p> -</div> - -<p>“It’s from Folkestone and he may be here any time,” -she cried, radiant with hopeful excitement. “Isn’t it -delightful to see his own name again, even at the end of a -telegram. The dear boy! He must be better or he -couldn’t have come. I wonder how he got released. Anyway -it’s splendid to have him back,” and she looked at her -watch every second minute to make the time go quicker.</p> - -<p>“I wonder which house he will try first?” said Mrs -Dare.</p> - -<p>“We’ll soon settle that,” said Alma. “A sheet of paper, -Lo, and a couple of drawing-pins!”—and she hauled out -her fountain-pen and printed in big letters—“THIS WAY, -CON!” and ran out in the rain and fixed it on The Red -House gate-post, and opened the gate wide.</p> - -<p>“He’s bound to see that, coming from the station,” -she panted. “I’d go there and wait for him, but it’s -such a bitterly cold place and I’d hate for his first sight of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_295">295</span> -me to be chiefly red nose and watery eyes. That wouldn’t -make for a cheerful welcome to the returned exile.”</p> - -<p>“He would sooner find you here, my dear. The Dares -are never very effusive in public, and it has been a very -trying time for you both,” said Mrs Dare quietly.</p> - -<p>Never did minutes drag so slowly. They could none -of them settle down even to soothing knitting, except -Auntie Mitt, who went quietly on with a body-belt -which was child’s play that she could have done in her -sleep.</p> - -<p>“The trains are very much out of order, you know, -with the passage of troops,” said Mrs Dare, as Alma -prowled restlessly about but turned up at the window at -least once each minute.</p> - -<p>“If he had wired from Boulogne I’d have been afraid -of submarines or mines. But surely nothing could go -wrong just between Folkestone and here! That would -be too cruel.”</p> - -<p>“He’ll be all right, Al,” said Lois. “There’s hardly -been time for him to get here yet since he sent off the -telegram. I wish Ray was coming too, but he says there -is no chance of leave again for a good while yet.”</p> - -<p>“His news is good?”</p> - -<p>“Wonderfully good. He seems to be living in mud and -water all the time. It makes one shiver to think of it this -weather. But he says he’s keeping very well so far, in -spite of it all.”</p> - -<p>“It’s amazing to me how they stand it. One of our men -was telling me—— Here he is!”—as the peremptory hoot -of a motor was heard in the road, and she dashed out just -in time to see a long gray car, driven by a man in khaki, -and bearing O.H.M.S. in big red letters on its wind-screen, -sweep up the Oakdene drive.</p> - -<p>It had come the other way, down the road, and so had -missed the notice on the gate. She was just about to rush -after it when it came scudding back down the drive, -backed up the road towards the station, and then leaped -forward, missed the gate-post by half an inch and came<span class="pagenum" id="Page_296">296</span> -whirling up to the door, and she saw Con’s face looking out -from under the hood.</p> - -<p>“Oh, my dear! How thankful I am to see you again!” -she cried ecstatically, and wrenched open the door.</p> - -<p>A lean-faced young man, with bright eyes and a quiet -face, had got out at the other side and come quickly round -to assist. He gave his arm to Con and helped him out, -and Con put both his arms on Alma’s shoulders and kissed -her warmly again and again.</p> - -<p>His face showed something of what he had gone through. -It was thinner and older looking. There were none of the -old laughter-creases in it. Instead—a soberness—almost -sombreness—as of one still haunted by the shock of untellable -things, and in his once-merry eyes memories of honors -and a curious almost imperceptible sense of doubt and -recoil. It was very slight, but Alma’s eager eyes, as she -took him all in at a glance, discerned it in a moment as -something quite new in him.</p> - -<p>And as his arms rested on her shoulders she was conscious -of a strange lack in the feel of them. His hands should -have clasped her to him. Her whole being should have -leaped to the thrilling touch of them as their two beings -came into contact once more.</p> - -<p>But these things were lacking. His arms indeed lay on -her shoulders, and it was good to feel them there again. -He had not had time to take off his gloves, but one can -clasp one’s wife to one’s heart even with gloves on, though -it was not like Con to do so.</p> - -<p>But there was something more than that,—something -undefinable, something in the unresponsiveness of the -arms on her shoulders akin to that other new something in -him, of which her first quick glance had apprised her, and -a throb of fear tapped at her heart.</p> - -<p>Con lifted his arms from her shoulders and turned to the -khaki-clad chauffeur.</p> - -<p>“You’ll have time for a cup of tea and a bite of something -to eat before you go back?” he asked quietly, and -the man saluted and intimated his readiness, and then<span class="pagenum" id="Page_297">297</span> -Con and Alma went up to the others who stood waiting -in the doorway.</p> - -<p>He kissed his mother warmly, and Lois, and Vic, and -Auntie Mitt, and introduced the lean-faced young man -who was lagging quietly behind.</p> - -<p>“This is my very good friend, Robert Grant. If it -hadn’t been for him I should never have seen any of you -again.” And they turned on Robert Grant and put him to -confusion with the volume and warmth of their welcome, -and then they all went on into the parlour.</p> - -<p>Grant was for eliminating himself again, but they would -not have it. Mrs Dare took him by the arm and led him -in, murmuring her gratitude again for his care of their -boy. Auntie Mitt went off to see the chauffeur properly -provided for.</p> - -<p>And when they were inside the room Con turned quietly -and said, with a little break in his voice, which was deeper -than they had known it, and that new strange look in his -eyes, “It’s good to be home again, but ... Alma dear, -they’ve sent me back a cripple. They cut off my hands.”</p> - -<p>And if there had been some lurking fear, born of the long -months of suffering and brooding, that that would make -any difference in her love for him, it fled on the instant.</p> - -<p>She understood it all in a moment,—his doubts as to the -wisdom of their hasty marriage,—his fears for the future,—all -the black clouds that had weighed on him during these -bitter months of pain and exile.</p> - -<p>But if there had been in him one smallest doubt as to her -love for him, she scattered it and all the rest by the feel of -her arms about his neck and the cry that came right out of -her heart.</p> - -<p>“Oh, my love! My love! You are dearer to me -than ever. I thank God for His great goodness in giving -you back to me!”</p> - -<p>And Con, who had suffered more than most, both in -mind and body, without wincing, though he could not -hide the effects, hid his face on her breast and shook with -sobs that he could not choke down.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_298">298</span></p> - -<p>Their faces all showed the shock and strain of the distressing -news, except Robert Grant’s. His shock had -come five months before and he had had time to get over it.</p> - -<p>“Tell them how it was, Bob,” said Con, in a muffled -voice, as he lifted himself again. “You know more about -it than I do. And give me a cigarette before you begin.”</p> - -<p>Grant pulled out a cigarette-case and put a cigarette -into his lips and lit it, and started on his story.</p> - -<p>“Well, it was like this. We were up near Landrecies—in -the retirement from Mons, you know,”—his north-country -speech, with its sympathetic inflections and -ringing r’s, admitted him right into Mrs Dare’s heart.—“It -was bad times for our men and our hands were overfull, -trying to pick up the wounded, for the Germans were -rolling along after us ten to our one. It was said they were -behaving very badly to any who fell into their hands. -But, you must remember, things were moving so quickly -that they really hadn’t much time for anything but the -fighting. It was life and death all round, and a man who -went down was out of it and not of much account.</p> - -<p>“We were at the corner of a wood and our men were -fighting splendidly and seemed to be holding them for a bit. -But casualties were very heavy and we could not pick them -up fast enough. Then, on a sudden, there came a great -rush of Germans in close formation. It was like a bore -going up a river. They simply swept over our men and -rolled them back, and we were left in a kind of backwater.</p> - -<p>“Dr Dare told us to stick to business, and we went on -with our work. Then an officer who was running past -caught sight of us. I cannot say he knew what we were. -There was great confusion. Anyway, he saw the Doctor’s -uniform and levelled a revolver at him and shouted in -English, ‘Hands up!’ and we put our hands up above -our heads.</p> - -<p>“And just then, as evil luck would have it, a squadron -of cavalry—hussars—came galloping round the wood to -take our men in flank. And one of them, on our near side, -as he passed behind us, just slashed at the Doctor’s lifted<span class="pagenum" id="Page_299">299</span> -hands with his sword, as he would have done at a turnip -on a pole in the practice field. It was sheer devilment and -without reason. And when he saw the Doctor’s hands -fall to the ground he turned up his face and laughed, and -they all laughed. The wicked devils!—if you’ll pardon -me.”</p> - -<p>The faces of all his hearers were pale as they pictured the -horror in their own minds.</p> - -<p>“What utter fiends!” jerked Alma, white with anger at -thought of the ruthless savagery of it.</p> - -<p>“It is just the German war-spirit at its worst,” said -Con quietly. His lips had puckered on the cigarette as -Grant told the story. But he had recovered himself. -“The spirit of absolute selfishness and indifference to -others. I really felt very little at the moment. Just the -sharp cut, then a numbness, and I saw my hands lying -on the ground. They looked awfully queer. I just remember -thinking, ‘Good God! Those are my hands!’ -Then everything began to go round and I fell. Proceed, -Robert!”</p> - -<p>“The officer who had actually caused the mischief by -holding us up had been staring very hard at Dr Dare. -When he saw what happened he went white in the face -and swore hard in German at the hussars. Then he turned -to me and said, in English, ‘Bind him up quickly! Will -he die?’ I told him I did not know. But with another -fellow’s help I bound the Doctor’s wrists very tightly to -stop the bleeding, and put on tourniquets above each elbow -and twisted them as tight as I could. Then he handed us -over to a sergeant and half-a-dozen men,—there were eight -of us altogether;—he gave him some very particular orders -and then went on after the battle. The sergeant presently -collared a stretcher and bearers, and marched us to the -rear of their advance, and the numbers of men we saw -there, pressing on to the pursuit, was an eye-opener. -They seemed endless,—moving torrents of gray. I never -saw so many men in my life. The sergeant found a doctor, -and the doctor looked very grave over the matter. But he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_300">300</span> -was clever. Dr Dare was coming round. He anæsthetised -him and sent him off again and made a very good job of -the wrists. If he’d been a bungler we would not be -here. We were sent off to the rear and eventually into -Germany.”</p> - -<p>“The man who held us up, and so was the real cause of -the trouble, was Von Helse——” said Con.</p> - -<p>“Ludwig?—Oh, Con!” gasped Lois, horrified.</p> - -<p>“He was not to blame for the rest. In fact he was -dreadfully cut up about it, and took to himself blame which -did not really lie. He has done all he could to make -amends. He got permission for me to keep Bob with me -all the time, and most of the time we have been on parole -at Frau von Helse’s house in Leipsic, and she and Luise -have done everything they could for me. And it is von -Helse who arranged for our release;—how, I cannot -imagine, but here we are and it’s thanks to him. That’s -the whole story. As to what I’ve felt about it all—well, -perhaps the less said the better. At first, the only thing I -wanted was to die and have done with it all. The thought -of going through life handless was too awful. But Bob -here won me back to a braver mind. It’s really due to him, -in a dozen different ways, that I pulled through. And -<span class="locked">now——”</span></p> - -<p>“We can never thank you properly, Mr Grant,” said -Alma, reaching for his hand and shaking it warmly in both -hers.</p> - -<p>“We’ll do our best, however,” said Mrs Dare, patting -him on the shoulder in motherly fashion.</p> - -<p>“He’s been just absolutely everything to me,” said -Con, “and he’s going to stop on with me and continue -his good work. He was studying for a medical, you see, -up in Edinburgh, so we get on fine together. But it would -be a queer sort that couldn’t get on with Bob Grant. He’s -a white man all through.”</p> - -<p>Robert Grant’s lean cheek responded briefly to the genial -warmth of the atmosphere which enveloped him.</p> - -<p>“That is very good hearing, Mr Grant,” said Mrs Dare<span class="pagenum" id="Page_301">301</span> -heartily. “We could wish nothing better. It will be a -joy to have you among us.”</p> - -<p>The maid came to the door with word that the chauffeur -was ready to go.</p> - -<p>“Give him half a sovereign, Bob, and my best thanks.—No, -I’ll thank him myself. He brought us up from Folkestone -in fine style. He was driving a motor-bus before the -war and he’s having the time of his life now with no speed -limit,” and he and Grant went out together to start their -jovial Jehu back to Folkestone in the highest of spirits.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_302">302</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXV">XXXV</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">Alma</span> managed to make an exchange with one of -the nurses at Oakdene, so that she herself could -be with Con and be doing duty at the same time and -yet not leave St Barnabas’s any shorter-handed than it was.</p> - -<p>It was a bit irregular, perhaps, but it was either that or -giving up nursing altogether, which she had no wish to do -till the war was over.</p> - -<p>But be with Con, now that she had got him back from the -dead, so to speak, she vowed she would, cost what it might.</p> - -<p>“If anyone needs me it is my husband,” she told Mrs -Matron, “and I’m going to stick to him no matter who else -suffers.” At which the Matron smiled indulgently and -arranged matters as she wished.</p> - -<p>“It is dreadful for Dr Dare,” she said. “And we must -do all we can to help. I saw about it in the papers.”</p> - -<p>“He was very much put out about that. He can’t -imagine where they got hold of it.”</p> - -<p>“He’s to have the D.S.O. too, I see. And I’m sure he -deserves it. What is he going to do?”</p> - -<p>“He’s going on with his own work. Young Grant, who -saved his life, and stuck to him all through, and brought -him home, is just splendid. He’s a medical, you know, -though he hadn’t quite finished his courses. He’s to stop -and be Con’s hands, but I imagine his head will do good -service as well. They did a certain amount of study -while they were in Germany, to keep their minds off other -matters, and they’re setting to work again at once.”</p> - -<p>“That’s fine—for both of them.”</p> - -<p>But before that week was out they had another surprise -in a visit from Sir James Jamieson, the Harley Street -brain-specialist.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_303">303</span></p> - -<p>He was a tall, white-haired man, with a forehead like -the dome of St Paul’s, only much whiter. He knew more -about brains than any man in Great Britain, and, in spite -of a life devoted to other people’s aberrations, was of a most -genial and jovial disposition, and of a very tender heart.</p> - -<p>“Well?”—was his surprising greeting to Con. “When -are you going to be ready to start work with me?”</p> - -<p>And Con gazed at him in incredulous amazement, behind -which sprang up and fluttered a wild incredible hope.</p> - -<p>Sir James, he knew, loved a joke. But he was the last -man in the world to spin a joke against a man left handless -against the world.</p> - -<p>“Do you mean it, sir?” gasped Con, shaken out of his -natural politeness by so stupendous an instant levelling of -all the barriers he had seen in front of him.</p> - -<p>“Mean it, my dear boy?—of course I mean it. Do you -suppose I’ve wasted precious hours coming down into the -wilds of Willstead to say things I don’t mean? I wanted -you before and I want you more than ever now. Those -miserable devils didn’t chop off any of your brain, did -they? Well, it’s your good, sound, searching brain I -want. We’ll find hands for you all right. There is no -lack of hands in the world, but brains are sadly lacking, -I’m sorry to say, and what there are are not all what they -might be.”</p> - -<p>He had talked on, like the perfect gentleman he was, to -give Con time to recover himself.</p> - -<p>And now Con looked at him with shining eyes,—eyes in -which the light of a new great hope in life shone mistily -through the excitation of his feelings, like stars shining -up out of the sea,—and he said, “You make a new man of -me, Sir James.... I feared ... and now——” and Sir -James, being a Scotchman himself, understood better than -all the words in the world could have told him.</p> - -<p>“Now I want a cup of tea,” said the great man jauntily, -“and if the two Mrs Dares are available it would be a -pleasure to me to make their acquaintance.”</p> - -<p>Con, without moving, touched a button under the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_304">304</span> -carpet with his foot and Robert Grant, who had fixed it -up for him only that morning, came in.</p> - -<p>“This is my good friend, Robert Grant, Sir James,” -and the old man and the young one, in acknowledging the -introduction, glanced keenly at one another for a moment -and appeared mutually satisfied. “Would you beg my -mother to join us, Robert, and tell them to send in tea at -once. And then if you’d slip across and ask my wife to -come over for a few minutes I’d be much obliged.”</p> - -<p>“Who’s he?” asked Sir James, as Grant vanished.</p> - -<p>“He saved my life out there and has been everything to -me these last five months. He’s a medical, and the best -fellow alive. He’s consented to be my hands.”</p> - -<p>“Good! I like the looks of him.”</p> - -<p>“He’s better even than he looks and his brain is quite -all right. He’s one of the exceptions. We’ve drawn very -close together these months out there. He’s consented to -stop with me, but he’s got ambitions of his <span class="locked">own——”</span></p> - -<p>“Of course,—being a Scotchman.”</p> - -<p>“And I’m hoping that he won’t really be sacrificing -himself entirely by devoting himself to me. We did a -certain amount of study out there and he’s getting quite -keen on the brain.”</p> - -<p>“We’ll find him his place all right. Keen men are none -too plentiful—especially on the brain.”</p> - -<p>Mrs Dare came in, and Alma a few minutes after her, -and when they had been made to understand the wonderful -news, while Sir James drank his tea, they were almost -as much overcome as Con himself had been.</p> - -<p>When they tried to express a little of what they felt -about it, Sir James genially stopped them with, “You -see, I want him. I don’t know any other youngster whose -ideas chime with my own as his do. And I like that Grant -boy. And I like you two. I’m inclined to think we shall -all get along uncommonly well together. You have lost -a son out there, Mrs Dare.”</p> - -<p>“Our youngest. He was just nineteen.”</p> - -<p>“I saw about it. It is sad for us to lose them so young<span class="pagenum" id="Page_305">305</span> -and in such a way. But the gain is all theirs when they -die as your boy did, and we may not mourn unduly. My -dear lad died in South Africa and in very much the same -way—trying to save a friend. After all—it’s a noble -death to die. And you are nursing, my dear?”—to Alma.</p> - -<p>“Wounded officers at Oakdene, next door. I was at -St Barnabas’s but I made an exchange. You see, I hadn’t -seen my husband since the morning we were married.”</p> - -<p>“Quite right! Your experience will at all events bring -sympathy to his work.”</p> - -<p>“That’s why I took up nursing, four years ago.”</p> - -<p>“Good girl! You’re the right kind for a doctor’s wife,” -and then he shook hands with them, patted Con on the -shoulder and bade him get ready for the move into town, -shook hands cordially also with Robert Grant and told -him they would know one another better before long, and -then hurried into his impatient motor and whirled away -back to town.</p> - -<p>“Now isn’t that wonderful?” said Con, with a happier -face than he had worn since Landrecies.</p> - -<p>“He’s splendid,” said Alma. “I love him already.”</p> - -<p>“For your sake I am very thankful, my dear boy,” said -his mother. “God is very gracious to us. If He takes, -He also gives, and His ways are very wonderful.”</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_306">306</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXVI">XXXVI</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap r"><span class="smcap1">Ray Luard</span> was having the time of his life out -there, in the sodden fields and soggy mud-holes -which did duty for trenches in north-west France.—The -time of his life, but not in most respects as the term is -usually applied.</p> - -<p>It was a perpetual amazement to him that anything -human and non-amphibious could stand it. That boys, -brought up to the comforts and amenities of life, could not -only stand it but could and did maintain exceeding cheerfulness -under it, provoked his profoundest admiration. -And regarding himself aloofly, and from the outside as it -were, he shared in his own amazement at his own share -in it, and took no little credit to himself, for he certainly -never would have believed himself capable of it.</p> - -<p>But they all kept in mind, and constantly chuckled over, -the vehement exhortation of a certain well-known General, -who had inspected them shortly after that ghastly-glorious -night at Messines.</p> - -<p>“Keep your billets clean! Keep your bodies clean! -Cock your bonnets! And, for God’s sake, smile!”—was -what he asked of them; and there had been no more-smiling -faces or perkier fighters along that sorely-pressed -Western front than the boys with the bare knees and -swinging kilts since he said it.</p> - -<p>They splashed and floundered along roads a foot deep in -slime to get to their advance trenches, where the mud and -water were at times up to their waists.</p> - -<p>They sank and stuck bodily in affectionately glutinous -mixtures which would not let them go till at times they -paid toll of shoes and almost of the feet inside them.</p> - -<p>For ten days at a time, on occasion, they never had their<span class="pagenum" id="Page_307">307</span> -boots off—unless the mud took them by force,—nor their -sodden clothes.</p> - -<p>They were plastered with mud from head to foot. Their -kilts, water-logged and frozen and tagged with mud, scored -their bare legs. They ate in mud, they slept in mud. -And when their off-time came, if they could find a blanket -to wrap round their muddy bodies before depositing them -on a stony floor in the rear, they thanked God for it and -accounted themselves rich, and slept like troopers.</p> - -<p>Circumstances rendered full compliance with the -vehement General’s exhortations impossible, but what -they could they did,—they cocked their bonnets, and for -God’s sake and their country’s, they smiled.</p> - -<p>It was the most wonderful and soul-bracing exhibition -of the power of mind over matter that Ray Luard had -ever seen, and he would not have missed his share in it for -any money.</p> - -<p>At times they had a few days’ rest in the rear,—for the -time being no longer actual targets for shells though an -occasional one came closer than was necessary to their -comfort, but the sound of the guns was never out of their -ears, and at all times they were liable to sudden urgent -summons to stiffen the front against unexpected assault.</p> - -<p>It snowed, and it sleeted, and it rained and froze, and the -trampled mud of the highways and byways got deeper and -deeper and ever more tenacious in its grip on them.</p> - -<p>At the rear they slept off their first dog-tiredness and -had hot baths and an occasional impromptu concert. -They ate and drank in peace and comparative comfort, -and always, for God’s sake and their country’s, they smiled. -And now and again,—impressive under such circumstances -even to the most frivolous,—they had Church Parade -and Communion. Then, rest-time over, away back to -the water-logged trenches and all the stress and strain, -and the ever-present chance of sudden death.</p> - -<p>Ray’s great time came about the end of January, when -the Hodden-Grays were sent to hold some trenches in a -brickfield, and they had barely taken possession when, in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_308">308</span> -the early morning, the enemy made a dead set all along that -portion of the line and succeeded in denting it in places. -They had quietly sapped up close to the advance trench and -mined it. They fired their mines, threw in smoky bombs, -and in the confusion got in under cover of the smoke with -the bayonet.</p> - -<p>The Scots gave them a warm welcome, and there was -some very pretty fighting in the dark, and many a fine deed -done of which none but the doers and the done ever heard -a word.</p> - -<p>But, as it chanced, Ray’s doings stood out somewhat -prominently.</p> - -<p>When he raced with his company into the brickfield, -floundering all of them in the dark over piles of bricks and -into shell-craters full of water, they found the late occupants -of the trench holding a brick-kiln as a defensive work against -the irrupting Huns who seemed all over the place.</p> - -<p>A Sergeant was in charge and gave Ray hasty word of -what had happened. Their officers were down, and the -enemy’s onrush had been so sudden and overwhelming -that it had been impossible to bring in either them or the -machine-gun which was on a small platform at this end of -the trench.</p> - -<p>Ray saw his obvious work. He mustered his men -behind the kiln, ordered bayonets, explained in two words -what was required of them, and then with a cheery, “Strike -sure, boys!”—they were off, with a Scottish yell that told -the Huns their time was up and their presence there no -longer desired.</p> - -<p>A volley as they ran, and then quick work with the -bayonet, and they were at the trench and across it, and -that section was momentarily cleared.</p> - -<p>Hasty search with electric torches—the wounded, including -two officers, picked up and sent back,—the machine-gun -and ammunition-boxes lifted and carried to the kiln, -and as supports for the enemy came piling up and massed -in front for another assault, they raced back to cover to -prepare his welcome.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_309">309</span></p> - -<p>Ray, strung to concert pitch, flung his orders sharply.</p> - -<p>“Wounded, down under!—Take those other kilns -some of you,—lie flat,—make cover with the bricks! Don’t -fire till they’re at the trench. Some of you up here! The -rest where you can, and lie low! Up with that Maxim, -Mac, and build a bit of a screen! Hand up those boxes, -there!”</p> - -<p>They toiled desperately, piling up little heaps of bricks -on top of the kiln, and on the ground bricks, clay, mud, -anything for cover, and then they lay flat, with their eyes -glued to the parapet of the trench beyond.</p> - -<p>“Here they come! Now, boys, give them blazes!” -and rapider fire than the Hodden-Grays had ever produced -in their lives before poured point-blank into the solid dark -masses in front.</p> - -<p>They went down in heaps before the pitiless hail. The -rest came floundering over them and went down in turn.</p> - -<p>On top of the kiln, Ray, with Mac’s good help, kept the -Maxim going full blast. He pressed hard on the double -button so that the trigger was held back out of the tumbler, -and while Mac fed in the feed-belts for dear life, he slowly -turned the muzzle from side to side so that the ceaseless -stream of bullets met the stumbling line in front like a fiery -fan. Nothing human could possibly stand so deadly a -flailing. The floundering line yelled and cursed and -withered away. That little fight was won.</p> - -<p>Some of the boys, overstrung and mad with the blood-thirst, -were for leaping out after them with the bayonet. -But Ray sternly called them back.</p> - -<p>They had won and he would take no risks.</p> - -<p>Stretcher-bearers came hurrying up from the rear. The -wounded were picked up and carried back, and Ray and -Mac set the rest to work to strengthen their kiln-forts in -case any further attempt should be made. Later, if the -enemy’s guns found them out they would have to take to -their trench again, but, for the time being, fairly dry bricks -were better than eighteen inches of mud and water.</p> - -<p>Before dawn a field kitchen came up to the rear within<span class="pagenum" id="Page_310">310</span> -reach, and they got hot coffee and bread and bully beef, -and ate with the gusto of men who have fought a good -fight and won.</p> - -<p>As soon as they could distinguish anything in the glimmering -light, they crept out to pick up any of their wounded -who might have been overlooked in the mêlée. And then -they turned their attention to their fallen foes.</p> - -<p>They lay in heaps, piled two and three on top of one -another,—grim enough by reason of their numbers but, -shot mostly in the body, not so ghastly as if they had been -ripped to fragments by shell-fire.</p> - -<p>Ray and his trusty Sergeant were prowling about when -they came on an officer, buried all but his head under a pile -of bodies. His eyes, straining and bloodshot with impotent -fury, showed still plenty of life and ill-feeling in him, -however sore his wounding.</p> - -<p>Ray called up a couple of bearers and they all set to work -to free him from his lugubrious load, and all the while he -scowled at them like a vicious dog and said no word of -thanks.</p> - -<p>As they lifted off the last body, and bent to raise him, he -drew his hand out of the breast of his unbuttoned greatcoat, -and, before they knew what he was at, let fly with a large -automatic pistol full at Ray. One bullet took off the lobe -of his ear, the rest went crashing into his left shoulder. -Before the vicious wretch could do any more mischief, -Sergeant Mac brained him with a rifle-butt and hissed as -requiem, “Ye dirrrty snake!” and then turned his attention -to Ray.</p> - -<p>“I’ll have to get back, Mac,” he said quietly, and started -off at a quick walk.</p> - -<p>“Ye’ll no!” and caught him as he reeled, and laid him -gently on the stretcher.</p> - -<p>“Look to things, Mac,” as he felt suddenly very tired -and inclined to sleep.</p> - -<p>“Go quick, boys!” ordered Mac. “His shoulder’s in -rags and he’ll bleed out unless you get him tied up.”</p> - -<p>One of them pulled out bandages and hastily padded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_311">311</span> -and bound the ragged shoulder, and then they set off as -fast as the broken ground would let them.</p> - -<p>“During the night the enemy made a violent assault -on our advanced trenches. It was repulsed with loss. -Our positions are maintained,”—said the despatches.</p> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_312">312</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXVII">XXXVII</h2> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap al"><span class="smcap1">Lois</span> had had no letter from the front for four days, -which was a day longer than the longest between-time -for a long while now, and she was feeling somewhat -anxious.</p> - -<p>“But,” she reassured herself, “delays must happen at -times, and letters may even get lost. I have been wonderfully -fortunate so far, and I will not be over-anxious or -upset. If I have any belief at all in the efficacy of prayer -I must keep my heart up and keep on hoping.”</p> - -<p>And she prayed as she had never prayed before, but -found herself bewildered at times when she thought that -millions of other women were praying just as earnestly -for their own dear ones, and it was impossible that all -those prayers should be answered by the safe return of those -they prayed for. Women in millions were praying and -men in thousands were falling. Still she would go on -praying and hoping. For there was nothing else she -could do.</p> - -<p>She prayed straight for Ray’s safe deliverance. She -wondered at times if it were quite right to do so. But -she went on praying for it, and as the days passed letterless -spent much time upon her knees in great agony of mind, in -spite of all her efforts after equanimity.</p> - -<p>Why should he be spared when so many were taken? -Yet, “Oh, deliver him from danger and send him back to -me!” was the burden of her prayers, and at times she -caught herself remonstrating with God against any smaller -answer.</p> - -<p>But by degrees she came to higher thought and sobbed, -“I do not know what to ask for, Lord. Have him in Thy -Care and do what is best for us.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_313">313</span></p> - -<p>And it was while she was on her knees so praying one -day, that there came a hasty tap on her door, and her -mother’s voice—like the voice of an angel,—“Lois—a -letter—from Ray,” and she thanked God fervently and -ran to open the door.</p> - -<p>There was no mistaking the handwriting. She kissed it -delightedly, tore it open, and savoured its news almost -at a glance.</p> - -<p>“He is wounded,” she jerked, as she skimmed it rapidly -for her mother’s benefit. “Getting over it all right.... -Will be sent home shortly ... may be out of it for the rest -of the war.... Oh, I can’t help wishing he might! Surely -we have done our share, Mother!”</p> - -<p>“Thank God, he is safe!” said Mrs Dare fervently.</p> - -<p>“Now suppose you come downstairs and tell us all about it. -Auntie Mitt is in a fever to know, and Vic is like a ghost.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll follow you in one minute, dear,”—and on her knees -she read her precious letter carefully through once more, -then bowed her head in gratitude for its good news, and -ran downstairs like herself again.</p> - -<p>“I am glad, my dear,” said Auntie Mitt, with watery -sparkles in her eyes, as Lois kissed her exuberantly, “—very -glad indeed. Now we would like to hear all about it.”</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“Sorry to have missed a mail or two, as I know it -will have made you anxious,” Ray wrote, “but there -was no help for it. We had a rather rough scrap with -the Boches, the other night, and I got it at last in the -arm,—the left fortunately, as you see. They attacked -in force and we held them with the help of some brick-kilns -and finally drove them off. One line in the papers, -I expect,—if that!—but it was tolerably hot work. It -was afterwards that I got my little jag. We were -picking up wounded and came on an officer—a Prussian -captain. He was under a pile of his own dead, and as -we released him he pulled out an automatic and gave -it me in the shoulder. Took off a bit of my ear also, -but that’s a <span class="locked">trifle——”</span></p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_314">314</span></p> - -<p>“The horrid brute!” raged Lois.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“—He didn’t get much satisfaction out of it, however,”—said -the letter—“for Sergeant Mac who was with -me picked up a rifle and brained him on the spot.”</p> -</div> - -<p>“Served him right!” said Lois, and then remembered -that two minutes ago she was on her knees thanking God -for Ray’s safety. “It’s horrible. It makes one blood-thirsty -to think of it.”</p> - -<p>“It must be awful to be in it,” said Mrs Dare. “No -wonder they do dreadful things at times, when simply -hearing of a treachery like this makes our blood boil because -it happens to come so close home to us.”</p> - -<p>“It seems to me things are getting worse in war instead -of better,” said Auntie Mitt plaintively.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“—They got me to the dressing station and tied -me up, and eventually sent me down on the ambulance -train to Boulogne, where I now am,—being very nicely -attended to and as comfortable as can be. It is -heavenly to be clean again and between clean sheets. -It is not easy to know how we stood the trenches so -well;—now that I’m out of them the conditions seem -perfectly horrible. And yet we lived—and ‘for God’s -sake smiled!’ They are saying that our stand that -night saved a critical position. Several top-notties -have called to congratulate me, and it’s said both Mac -and I are to have the V.C. You see, we were lucky -enough to bring in quite a respectable bag of wounded -from the trench,—and so if I come back with only one -arm <em>and</em> the V.C., you’ll have to try and put up with -me as best you can.”</p> -</div> - -<p class="in0">“Won’t I?” said Lois rapturously.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“—Don’t think of coming out, dear. I know that -would be your first <span class="locked">thought——”</span></p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_315">315</span></p> - -<p>“Of course it was!”</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“—Everything is being done for me excellently well, -and as soon as I am fit again, and properly rested, I -shall be sent over. Your minds may be quite easy on -my account.”</p> -</div> - -<p>“Thank God, it is no worse!” said Mrs Dare fervently.</p> - -<p>“Amen!” said Lois.</p> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div> - -<p>And there this brief glimpse into the home-side of the -war-clouds may very well stop for the time being.</p> - -<p>In this six short months, Life and Death have been -busier among us all than ever before in the history of the -world.</p> - -<p>Old and young have lived mightily and died nobly. They -have died like men and fallen like princes. Not one of the -lives so freely given for The Great Idea has been wasted—not -one. 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