The girl from Alsace, a romance of the great war; originally published under the title of Little Comrade

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A ROMANCE OF THE GREAT WAR

Chapter I The Thirty-first Of July

" Let us have coffee on the terrace," Bloem suggested, and, as his companion nodded, lifted a finger to the waiter and gave the order.

Both were a httle sad, for this was their last meal together. Though they had known each other less than a fortnight, they had become fast friends. They had been thrown together by chance at the surgical congress at Vienna, where Bloem, finding the American's German lame and halting, had constituted himself a sort of interpreter, and Stewart had reciprocated by polishing away some of the roughnesses and Teutonic involutions of Bloem's formal English.

When the congress ended, they had journeyed back together in leisurely fashion through Germany, spending a day in medieval Nuremberg, another in odorous Wiirzburg, and a third in mountainshadowed Heidelberg, where Bloem had sought out some of his old comrades and initiated his American friend into the mysteries of an evening session in the Hirschgasse. Then they had turned northward I to Mavence, and so down the terraced Rhine to Cologne. Here they were to part, Bloem to return to his work at Elberfeld, Stewart for a week or two in Brussels and Paris, and then home to America.

Bloem's train was to leave in an hour, and it was the consciousness of this that kept them silent until their waiter came to tell them that their coffee was served. As they followed him through the hall, a tall man in the uniform of a captain of infantry entered from the street. His eyes brightened as he caught sight of Bloem.

" Ach, Hermann! " he cried.

Bloem, turning, stopped an instant for a burlesque salute, then threw himself into the other's arms. A moment later, he was dragging him forward to introduce him to Stewart.

" My cousin," he cried, " Ritter Bloem, a soldier as you see — a great fire-eater! Cousin, this is my friend. Dr. Bradford Stewart, whom I had the good fortune to meet at Vienna."

" I am pleased to know you, sir," said the captain, shaking hands and speaking excellent English.

" You must join us," Bloem interposed. " We are just going to have coffee on the terrace. Come," and he caught the other by the arm.

But the captain shook his head.

"No, I cannot come," he said; "really I cannot, much as I should like to do so. Dr. Stewart," he added, a little hesitatingly, " I trust you will not think me discourteous if I take my cousin aside for a moment."

" Certainly not," Stewart assured him.

" I will join you on the terrace," said Bloem, and Stewart, nodding good-by to the captain, followed the waiter, who had stood by during this exchange of greetings, and now led the way to a little table at one corner of the broad balcony looking out over the square.

" Shall I pour the coffee, sir ? " he asked, as Stewart sat down.

" No ; I will wait for my companion," and, as the waiter bowed and stepped back, Stewart leaned ''*' forward with a deep breath of admiration.

Below him lay the green level of the Domhof, its close-clipped trees outlined stiffly against the lights behind them. Beyond rose the choir of the great cathedral, with its fretted pinnacles, and flying buttresses, and towering roof. By da)% he had found its exterior somewhat cold and bare and formal, lacking somehow the subtle spirit of true Gothic; but nothing could be more beautiful than it was now, shimmering in the moonlight, bathed in lumi-\ nous shadow, lace-like and mysterious.

He was still absorbed in this fairy vision when Bloem rejoined him. Even in the half-light of the terrace, Stewart could see that he was deeply moved. His face, usually glowing with healthy color, was almost haggard; his eyes seemed dull and sunken.

" No bad news, I hope ? " Stewart asked.

Without answering him, Bloem signaled the waiter to pour the coffee, and sat watching him in silence.

" That will do," he said in German ; " we will ring if we have need of you." Then, as the waiter withdrew, he glanced nervously about the terrace. It was deserted save for a noisy group around a table at the farther end. " There is very bad news, my friend," he added, almost in a whisper. " There is going to be — w^ar ! "

Stewart stared for an instant, astonished at the gravity of his tone. Then he nodded comprehendingly.

" Yes," he said; " I had not thought of it; but I suppose a war between Austria and Servia z^'ill affect Germany more or less. Only I was hoping the Powers would interfere and stop it."

" It seems it cannot be stopped," said Bloem, gloomily. '*' Russia is mobilizing to assist Servia. Austria is Germany's ally, and so Germany must come to her aid. Unless Russia stops her mobilization, we shall declare war against her. Our army has already been called to the colors."

Stewart breathed a little deeper.

" But perhaps Russia will desist when she realizes her danger," he suggested. " She must know she is no match for Germany."

*' She does know it," Bloem agreed ; " but she also knows that she will not fight alone. It is not against Russia we are mobilizing — it is against France."

" Against France ? " echoed the other. " But surely "

" Do not speak so loud, I beg of you," Bloem cautioned. " \\'hat I am telling you is not yet generally known — perhaps the dreadful thing we fear will not happen, after all. But France is Russia's ally — she will be eager for war — for forty years she has been preparing for this moment."

" Yes," agreed Stewart, smiling, " I have heard •f ' la revanche ' ; I have seen the mourning wreaths on the Strassburg monument. I confess," he added, " that I sympathize with France's dream of regaining her lost provinces. So do most Americans. We are a sentimental people."

" I, too, sympathize with that dream," said Bloem, quickly, " or at least I understand it. So do many Germans. We have come to realize that the seizure of Alsace and Lorraine, however justified by history, was in effect a terrible mistake. We should have been generous in our hour of triumph — that way lay a chance of friendship with a people whose pride remained unbroken by disaster. Instead, we chose to heap insults upon a conquered foe, and we have reaped a merited reward of detestation. Ironically enough, those provinces which cost us so much have been to us a source of weakness, not of strength. We have had to fortify them, to police them, to hold them in stern repression. Even yet, they must be treated as conquered ground. You do not know — you cannot realize — what that means ! " He stared out gloomily into the night. " I have served there," he added, hoarsely.

There was something in his tone which sent a shiver across Stewart's scalp, as though he had found himself suddenly at the brink of a horrible abyss into which he dared not turn his eyes. He fancied he could see in his companion's somber face the stirring of ghastly memories, of tragic experience

" But since France has not yet declared war," he said at last, " surely you will wait "

*' Ah, my friend," Bloem broke in, " we cannot afford to wait. We must strike quickly and with all our strength. There is no secret as to Germany's plan — France must be crushed under a mighty blow before she can defend herself; after that it will be Russia's turn."

"And after that?"

"After that? After that, we shall seize more provinces and exact more huge indemnities — and add just so much to our legacy of fear and hatred! We are bound to a wheel from which we cannot escape."

Stewart looked dazedly out over the lighted square.

" I can't understand it," he said, at last. " I don't understand how such things can be. They aren't possible. They're too terrible to be true. This is a. civilized world — such things can never happen — humanity won't endure it ! "

Bloem passed a trembling hand before his eyes, as a man avvaking from a horrid dream.

" Let us hope so, at least," he said. " But I am afraid; I shake with fear! Europe is topheavy under the burden of her awful armaments; now, or at some future time, she must come tumbling down; she must — she must — " he paused, searching for a word — " she must crumble. Perhaps that time has come."

" I don't believe it," Stewart protested, stoutly. " Some day she will realize the insane folly of this armament, and it will cease."

"I wish I could believe so," said Bloem, sadly; " but you do not know, my friend, how we here in Germ.any, for example, are weighed down by militarism. You do not know the arrogance, the ignorance, the narrow-mindedness of the military caste. They do nothing for Germany — they add nothing to her art, her science, or her literature — they add nothing to her wealth — they destroy rather than build up — and yet it is tliey who rule Germany We are a pacific people, we love our homes and a quiet life; we are not a military people, and yet every man in Germany must march to war when the word is given. We ourselves have no voice in the matter. We have only to obey."

*' Obey whom?" asked Stewart.

*' The Emperor," answ^ered Bloem, bitterly. *' With all our progress, my friend, with all our development in science and industry, with all our 'literature and art, with all our philosophy, we still live in a medieval State, ruled by a king who believes himself divinely appointed, who can do no wrong, and who, in time of war at least, has absolute power over us. And the final decision as to war or peace is wholly in his hands. Understand I do not complain of the Emperor; he has done great things for Germany; he has often cast his influence for peace. But he is surrounded by aristocrats intent only on maintaining their privileges, who are terrified by the growth of democratic ideas; who believe that the only way to checkmate democracy is by a great war. It is they who preach the doctrine of blood and iron; who hold that Caesar is sacrosanct. The Emperor struggles against them ; but some day they will prove too strong for him. Besides, he himself believes in blood and iron ; he hates democracy as bitterly as anyone, for it denies the divine right of kings ! " He stopped suddenly, his finger to his ear. ** Listen! " he said.

Down the street, from the direction of the river, came a low, continuous murmur, as of the -vind lo THE GIRL FROM ALSACE

among the leaves of a forest; then, as it grew clearer, it resolved itself into the tramp, tramp of iron-shod feet. Bloem leaned far forward staring into the darkness ; and suddenly, at the corner, three mounted officers appeared ; then a line of soldiers wheeled into view; then another and another and another, moving as one man. The head of the column crossed the square, passed behind the church and disappeared, but still the tide poured on with slow and regular undulation, dim, mysterious, and threatening. At last the rear of the column came into view, passed, disappeared ; the clatter of iron on stone softened to a shuffle, to a murmur, died away.

With a long breath, Bloem sat erect and passed his handkerchief across his shining forehead.

"There is one battalion," he said; "one unit composed of a thousand lesser units — each unit a man with a soul like yours and mine ; with hopes and ambitions ; with women to love him ; and now marching to death, perhaps, in the ranks yonder without in the least knowing why. There are four million such units in the army the Emperor can call into the field. I am one of them — I shall march like the rest!"

" You ! "

" Yes — I am a private in the Elberfeld battalion,"

THE THIRTY-FIRST OF JULY ii

He spread out his delicate, sensitive, surgeon's hands and looked at them. " I was at one time a sergeant," he added, " but my discipline did not satisfy my lieutenant and I was reduced to the ranks."

Stewart also stared at those beautiful hands, so expressive, so expert. How vividly they typified the waste, of war!

" But it's absurd," he protested, " that a man like you — highly-trained, highly-educated, a specialist — should be made to shoulder a rifle. In the ranks, you are worth no more than the most ignorant peasant."

" Not so much," corrected Bloem. " Our ideal soldier is one whose obedience is instant and unquestioning."

" But why are you not placed where you would be most efficient — in the hospital corps, perhaps?"

" There are enough old and middle-aged surgeons for that duty. Young men must fight ! Besides, I am suspected of having too many ideas ! "

He sat for a m.oment longer staring down at his hands— staring too, perhaps, at his career so ruthlessly shattered — then he shook himself together and glanced across at his companion with a wry little smile.

" You will think me a great croaker ! " he said. " It was the first shock — the thought of everything going to pieces. In a day or two, I shall be marching as light-heartedly as all the others — knowing only that I am fighting the enemies of my country — and wishing to know no more ! "

I But Stewart did not answer the smile. Confused thoughts were flying through his head — thoughts which he struggled to compose into some order or sequence.

Bloem looked at him for a moment, and his smile grew more ironic

" I can guess what is in your mind," he said. " You are wondering why we march at all — why we offer ourselves as cannon-fodder, if we do not wish to do so. You are thinking of defiances, of revolutions. But there will never be a revolution in Germany— not in this generation."

" Yes, I was thinking something like that," Stewart agreed. " Why will there be no revolution?"

" Because we are too thoroughly drilled in the habit of obedience. That habit is grooved deep into our brains. Were any of us so rash as to start a revolution, the government could stop it with a single word."

" A single word ? "

" Yes — ' verhoten '! " retorted Bloem, with a short laugh. Then he pushed back his chair and rose abruptly. " I must say good-by. My orders are awaiting me at Elberfeld."

Stewart rose too, his face still mazed with incredulity.

" You really mean "

" I mean," Bloem broke in, " that to-morrow I go to my depot, hang about my neck the metal tag stamped with my number, put on my uniform and shoulder my rifle. I cease to be an individual — I become a soldier. Good-by, my friend," he added, his voice softening. " Think of me sometimes, in that far-off, sublime America of yours. One thing more — do not linger in Germany — things will be very different here under martial law. Get home as quickly as you can; and, in the midst of your peace and happiness, pity us poor blind worms who are forced to slay each other ! "

" But I will go with you to the station," Stewart protested.

" No, no," said Bloem ; " you must not do that. I am to meet my cousin. Good-by. Lehe wohl!"

" Good-by — and good luck ! " and Stew-art wrung ^.hc hand thrust into his. " You have been most kind to me."

Bloem answered only with a little shake of the head; then turned resokitely and hastened from the terrace.

Stewart sank back into his seat more moved than he would have beheved possible by this parting from a man whom, a fortnight before, he had not known at all. Poor Bloem! To what fate was he being hurried ! A cultured man graded down to the level of the hind; a gentleman set to the task of slaughter; a democrat driven to fight in defense of the divine right of kings! But could such a fight "succeed? Was any power strong enough to drag back the hands of time

And then Stewart started violently, for someone had touched him on the shoulder. He looked up to find standing over him a tall man in dark blue uniform and wearing a spiked helmet.

" Your pardon, sir," said the man in careful English ; " I am an agent of the police. I must ask you certain questions."

" Very well," agreed Stewart with a smile. " Go ahead — I have nothing to conceal. But won't you sit down ? "

" I thank you," and the policeman sat down heavily. " You are, I believe, an American."

" Yes."

" Have you a passport ? "

" Yes — I was foolish enough to get one before I left home. All my friends laughed at me and told me I was wasting a dollar ! "

" I should like to see it."

Stewart put his hand into an inner pocket, drew out the crackling parchment and passed it over. The other took it, unfolded it, glanced at the red seal and at the date, then read the very vague description of its owner, and finally drew out a notebook.

*' Pease sign your name here," he said, and indicated a blank page.

Stewart wrote his name, and the officer compared it with the signature at the bottom of the passport. Then he nodded, folded it up, and handed it back across the table.

" It is quite regular," he said. " For what time have you been in Germany ? "

" About two weeks. I attended the surgical congress at Vienna."

" You are a surgeon by profession? "

" Yes."

" You are now on your way home? "

" Yes."

"When will you leaye Germany?"

" I am going from here to Aix-la-Chapelle in the morning, and expect to leave there for Brussels to-morrow afternoon or Sunday morning at the latest."

The officer noted these details in his book.

"At what hotel will you stay in Aachen?" he asked,

" I don't know. Is there a good one near the station ? "

" The Kolner Hof is near the station. It is not large, but it is very good. It is starred by Baedeker."

" Then I will go there," said Stewart.

" Very good," and the officer wrote, " Kolner Hof, Aachen," after Stewart's name, closed his notebook and slipped it into his pocket. " You understand, sir, that it is our duty to keep watch over all strangers, as much for their own protection as for any other reason."

" Yes," assented Stewart, " I understand. I have heard that there is some danger of war."

" Of that I know nothing," said the other coldly, and rose quickly to his feet. " I bid you good-night, sir."

" Good-night," responded Stewart, and watched the upright figure until it disappeared.

Then, lighting a fresh cigar, he gazed out at the great cathedral, nebulous and dream-like in the darkness, and tried to picture to himself what such a war would mean as Bloem had spoken of. With men by the million dragged into the vast armies, who would harvest Europe's grain, who would work in her factories, who would conduct her business? Above all, who would feed the women and children ?

And where would the money come from — the millions needed daily to keep such armies in the field? Where could it come from, save from the sweat of inoffensive people, who must be starved and robbed and ground into the earth until the last penny was wrung from them? Along the line of battle, thousands would meet swift death, and thousands more would struggle back to life through the torments of hell, to find themselves maimed and useless. But how trivial their sufferings beside the slow, hopeless, year-long martyrdom of the countless thousands who would never see a battle, who would know little of the war — who would know only that never thereafter was there food enough, warmth enough

Stewart started from his reverie to find the waiter putting out the lights. Shivering as with a sudden chill, he hastily sought his room.

Chapter II The First Rumblings

As Stewart ate his breakfast next morning, he smiled at his absurd fears of the night before. In the clear light of day, Bloem's talk of war seemed mere foolishness. War ! Nonsense ! Europe would never be guilty of such folly — a deliberate plunge to ruin.

Besides, there were no evidences of war; the life of the city was moving in its accustomed round, so far as Stewart could see; and there was vast reassurance in the quiet and orderly service of the breakfast-room. No doubt the Powers had bethought themselves, had interfered, had stopped the war between Austria and Servia, had ceased mobilization— in a word, had saved Europe from an explosion which would have shaken her from end to end.

But when Stewart asked for his bill, the proprietor, instead of intrusting it as usual to the headwaiter, presented it in person.

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" If Herr Stewart would pay in gold, it would be a great favor," he said.

Like all Americans, Stewart, unaccustomed to gold and finding its weight burdensome, carried banknotes whenever it was possible to do so. Emptying his pockets now, he found, besides a miscellaneous lot of silver and nickel and copper, a single small gold coin, value ten marks.

" But I have plenty of paper," he said, and, producing his pocketbook, spread five notes for a hundred marks each before him on the table. " What's the matter with it?"

" There is nothing at all the matter with it, sir," the little fat German hastened to assure him ; " only, just at present, there is a preference for gold. I would advise that you get gold for these notes, if possible."

" I have a Cook's letter of credit," said Stewart. " They would give me gold. Where is Cook's office here?"

" It is but a step up the street, sir," answered the other eagerly. " Come, I will show you," and, hastening to the door, he pointed out the office at the end of a row of buildings jutting out toward the cathedral.

Stewart, the banknotes in his hand, hastened thither, and found quite a crowd of people drawing money on traveler's checks and letters of credit. He noticed that they were all being paid in gold. They, too, it seemed, had heard rumors of war, had been advised to get gold; but most of them treated the rumors as a joke and were heeding the advice only because they needed gold to pay their bills.

Even if there was war, they told each other, it could not affect them. At most, it would only add a spice of excitement and adventure to the remainder of their European tour; what they most feared was that they would not be permitted to see any of the fighting! A few of the more timid shamefacedly confessed that they were getting ready to turn homeward, but by far the greater number proclaimed the fact that they had made up their minds not to alter their plans in any detail. So much Stewart gathered as he stood in line waiting his turn; then he was in front of the cashier's window.

The cashier looked rather dubious when Stewart laid the banknotes down and asked for gold.

" I am carrying one of your letters of credit," Stewart explained, and produced it. " I got these notes on it at Heidelberg just the other day. Now it seems they're no good."

" They are perfectly good," the cashier assured him; " but some of the tradespeople, who are always suspicious and ready to take alarm, are demanding gold. How long will you be in Germany ? "

" I go to Belgium to-night or to-morrow."

" Then you can use French gold," said the cashier, with visible relief, " Will one hundred marks in German gold carry you through? Yes? I think I can arrange it on that basis;" and when Stewart assented, counted out five twenty-mark pieces and twenty-four twenty-franc pieces. " I think you are wise to leave Germany as soon as possible," he added, in a low tone, as Stewart gathered up this money and bestowed it about his person. " We do not wish to alarm anyone, and we are not offering advice, but if war comes, Germany will not be a pleasant place for strangers."

" Is it really coming? " Stewart asked. " Is there any news? "

" There is nothing definite — just a feeling in the air — but I believe that it is coming," and he turned to the next in line.

Stewart hastened back to the hotel, where his landlord received with reiterated thanks the thirty marks needed to settle the bill. When that transaction was ended, he glanced nervously about the empty office, and then leaned close.

"You leave this morning, do you not, sir?" he asked, in a tone cautiously lowered.

" Yes; I am going to Aix-la-Chapelle,"

" Take my advice, sir," said the landlord earnestly, " and do not stop there. Go straight on to Brussels."

" But why ? " asked Stewart. " Everybody is advising me to get out of Germany. What danger can there be?"

" No danger, perhaps, but very great annoyance. It is rumored that the Emperor has already signed the proclamation declaring Germany in a state of war. It may be posted at any moment."

" Suppose it is — what then ? What difference can that make to me — or to any American? "

" 1 see you do not know what those words mean," said the little landlord, leaning still closer and speaking with twitching lips. " When Germany is in a state of war, all civil authority ceases ; the military authority is everywhere supreme. The state takes charge of all railroads, and no private persons will be permitted on them until the troops have been mobilized, which will take at least a w^ek ; even after that, the trains will run only when the military authorities think proper, and never past the frontier The telegraphs are taken and will send no private messages ; no person may enter or leave the country until his identity is clearly established; every stranger in the country will be placed under arrest, if there is any reason to suspect him. All motor vehicles are seized, all horses, all stores of food. Business stops, because almost all the men must go to the army. I must close my hotel because there ■will be no men left to work for me. Even if the men were left, there would be no custom when travel ceases. Every shop will be closed which cannot be managed by women ; every factory will shut, unless its product is needed by the army. Your letter of credit will be worthless, because there will be no way in which our bankers can get gold from America. No — at that time, Germany will be no place for strangers."

Stewart listened incredulously, for all this sounded like the wildest extravagance. He could not believe that business and industry w^ould fall to pieces like that — it was too firmly founded, too strongly built.

" What I have said is true, sir, believe me," said the little man, earnestly, seeing his skeptical countenance. " One thing more — have you a passport ? "

" Yes," said Stewart, and tapped his pocket.

" That is good. That will save you trouble at the frontier. Ah, here is your baggage. Good-by, sir, and a safe voyage to your most fortunate country."

A brawny porter shouldered the two suit-cases which held Stewart's belongings, and the latter followed him along the hall to the door. As he stepped out upon the terrace, he saw drawn up there about twenty men — some with the black coats of waiters, some with the white caps of cooks, some with the green aprons of porters — while a bearded man in a spiked helmet was checking off their names in a little book. At the sound of Stewart's footsteps, he turned and cast upon him the cold, impersonal glance of German officialdom. Then he looked at the porter.

" You will return as quickly as possible," he said gruffly in German to the latter, and returned to his checking.

As they crossed the Domhof and skirted the rear of the cathedral, Stewart noticed that many of the shops were locked and shuttered, and that the street seemed strangely deserted. Only as they neared the station did the crowd increase. It was evident that many tourists, warned, perhaps, as Stewart had been, had made up their minds to get out of Germany; but the train drawn up beside the platform was a long one, and there was room for everybody. It was a good-humored crowd, rather inclined to laugh at its own fears and to protest that this journey was entirely in accordance with a pre-arranged schedule ; but it grew quieter and quieter as moment after moment passed and the train did not start.