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of ruin and death coming down again upon ple. It has never contradicted itself. your homes.
Germany has not succeeded in winning You are strong and powerful to-day, and the hearts of Alsatians and Lorrainers you are able consequently to listen to our
either by conciliation or by violence, plea without, from your point of view, mak
which is more natural to her. ing any sacrifice of pride. Give us back, we
She has beg of you, the power to dispose freely of
never been able in the forty-four long ourselves.
years to wring from Alsace-Lorraine one
word of adhesion or any sign of rallying Where and when could Alsace-Lor to Deutschland or Deutschtum. raine express her choice more clearly and After the protest of 1874 Germany with more solemnity than she has done revealed her real thoughts when the under German domination by unani angry voice of Bismarck declared in the mous votes and by the declarations of Reichstag séance of November 30th her representatives? I hope that for our that Alsace-Lorraine was not annexed readers, as for ourselves, the plebiscite for the sake of Alsatians and Lorrainers; has already been made and its verdict that Germany was indifferent to their pronounced. Now that we have heard lamentations and their anger, and that her speak for herself at Berlin before the the provinces were taken from France German Reichstag, as at Bordeaux be solely to further the interests of the fore the French National Assembly, Empire. This cynical attitude was folthere remains nothing for us to do but lowed by an effort of conciliation. Manto bow before her will and to work with teufel was a governor full of tact and all our might for it to be realized. heart. But the elections of 1881 and
This will, after nearly a half-century 1884 continued to produce an important of oppression, is the same. It has varied majority of protesting voices. Manteuin expression according to circumstances fel's successor returned to the methods and the necessities of political life; but of oppression and was less successful still. it has never changed in its basic princi In the elections of February 21, 1887,
with 314,000 electors on the lists, the were made periodically. In 1913 Gerprotesting candidates received 247,000 man officers insulted the citizens of votes—82,000 more than in 1884! Saverne by calling them Wackes (ruf
Exasperated by this vote, which the fians). In 1914, in the first days of the official organ, the Strassburger Post, war, German generals said to their solqualified as the “ plebiscite against the diers as they led them into AlsaceTreaty of Frankfort,” the German Gov- Lorraine, “Here we are in an enemy ernment had recourse to the worst kind
country. of vexations: dissolution of most of the Everybody knows that for three years societies, innumerable condemnations and a half Alsace-Lorraine has been and imprisonments, a severe censorship treated by Germany as an enemy counagainst the press, and finally a system of try. While in the west the portion repassports which raised around the an
conquered by France breathes happiness nexed country a Chinese wall. It be and liberty like an exile coming home, came materially impossible for Alsatians the part that is still German groans in and Lorrainers to manifest as openly as slavery more than ever and is ceaselessly in the past their fidelity to France. They exposed to confiscations and to prison. limited themselves then to demanding But already at the foot of the Vosges autonomy and respect for their customs, the armies of America have joined the their civilization. But beneath this calm French armies. Deliverance is near, and exterior there persisted an antipathy the first act of the Society of Nations concerning which even German opinion will be to restore Alsace-Lorraine to the could not be deceived. “It is a fact,” land that she loves. Humanity will said the Chancellor von Caprivi in 1890, henceforth know that wrongs are finally “that after nineteen years of annexation righted, and that there exists a universal German influence has made no progress tribunal to mete out the justice of God in Alsace.” And confessions like this in His Heaven.
BY KATHARINE FULLERTON GEROULD
ILLICENT HAY things; the old, delightful, epistolary looked about the tiny game was crushed like so much gossamer drawing-room for the in the monstrous gin of war.
What was twentieth time since there left of the tentative complicated dusk had fallen. Nine- thing that their relation had been? In
teen times her glance a world at peace they could have er
had been followed by worked it out to a happy ending. Values some little active gesture of rearrange now were so different. ... All issues, physment, some poke or pat or shove in the ical and moral, were so crude and so interests of comeliness. This time, how- tremendous.
tremendous. Death came into every ever, she sat with folded hands, her eyes equation. Even the buffoon must put reaping where her hands had sown. on the tragic mask—and no understudy Even to the handful of flowers on the could hope to be let off forever. With chimneypiece, the tiny fire in the grate, all her mind she hated this war, and with the new-pressed freshness of the much all her heart she loved Oswald Hamlin. mended chintz, it was all as festal as she The year of separation had taught her could make it. The little dining-room that; but she had never told him, for beyond was frugally unlit, but she was she wished to leave him free. How ready, when the bell tingled, to rush in could she tell what a year on the and light the candles in the frail old Flanders front had done to him, or sconces. Meanwhile the night roared out- whether it had chilled forever the desire side; a raw wind shook sleet out of its that, a year ago, had almost been articudamp garments and thrust chill fingers late? Éis letters,-censored, written by into all the crannies of London. Milli candle-flicker in mouldy, crawling bilcent shivered, for she had removed her lets, wrung from superhuman fatigue, sweater and was sitting in shabby state. subject to the war etiquette of gaietyThe old tea-gown she wore had once what were they? Her own were marvels been charming, with its silver lace and of artificiality-enough to put any man folds of Florentine blue; but it showed off. You could not address tender indiits age and weakness.
The silk was rections, witty subterfuge, to a man in shiny and thin, and a touch anywhere the trenches. And now, when she could left a crumple. This, in spite of the fact face him, she was drained of wit. Women that it had been folded away for months, all about her were abandoning the tradito be preserved for the present occasion. tional sequences of love, “eating their
Many things had happened to post leashes," as Mary Tyrwhitt roughly put pone the imminent event, and it was it; but that was not for her. She must nearly a year since Millicent had seen abandon her independence according to Oswald Hamlin. She had been recalled a time-honored program or not at all. to America, her enforced departure co Then she heard the bell. Once more, inciding with his return to England for a as she rose, she looked about the room. long convalescence from a bad head Well, she had done her best to recreate wound. It had been hard to leave Eng- the old familiar oasis; had scrimped and land just as he was coming back to it toiled to this end, that a simulacrum of from the jaws of death; hard to be un lost amenities should, for the space of an able to relieve his convalescence; hard evening, soothe them both. Her own indeed to bear so long a separation, hands had done it, for old Janet could above all at this abnormal time when not do much; she was more a pensioner hours were so fraught with doom that than a servant. The younger women a month was like a lifetime. Since were all doing munitions—and living Oswald Hamlin "went,” she had seen far higher than Millicent Hay on the him only once. Letters were miserable proceeds. ... And while she waited for
Janet to make her rheumatic way to the with her philosophy quite clear, had door, she caught her breath with sudden hesitated a little over the sweet white fear-forgetting the dining-room can bread. dles. She knew he was disfigured-he The talk had begun with the obvious had called himself a Man with a Puck- gambit-decorous invitations to camered Cheek. Suppose she should mind! paign gossip on her part, conventional Suppose some faithless muscle of her replies on his. He went lightly over the face should show that she minded! historic episode of his wound. But soon She was trembling when the door talk ebbed; he had never been keen opened on the khaki figure. For, though about concrete detail, and no more than she scorned leash-eating, yet she knew of old could she expect journalism from that the flesh counted.
him. She had time presently to notice Lieutenant Hamlin made the most, for that he ate like a man deprived of the a moment, of the shadows. Not until sense of taste; that after one polite sip their greeting was over did he move into to her health he left his wine untouched. the full lamplight by the fire. That rem No one is so afraid of not being Martha nant of diffidence was not strange, for he as the woman who was obviously born had loved this woman-would have Mary, and she felt alarm—and a kind of begged her to marry him but for that shame. Wasn't it good enough? Had her shattering interruption of Flanders. He technique departed while her philosophy turned his maimed profile to her then, a remained? Or wasn't it somehow Englittle stiffly, as if it were a motion out of lish enough? Yet in the old days he had the drill manual. He showed her his had the makings of a gourmet. grotesque cheek, unflinching. Millicent Her hands trembled a little as she Hay gazed at it grimly, noting how the mixed the salad. It was so long since flesh was puckered and quilted, as if she had compounded a salad with care ghoulish fingers had done their fancy- that she fell back on the Spanish provwork on flesh. Then she smiled, and the erb, repeating it feverishly in her mind, relief of finding that her smile felt to unable to trust her fingers to perform herself natural and unforced made her the ritual of themselves. Things were whole face radiant.
going badly, and she could hardly beIt was with a long hand-clasp, by way lieve it. She wouldn't believe it. The of gesture, that they met—so long that
slowness of his smile was due, doubtless, there was a savor of sacrament in it. to his wound. An abominable German The hands clung desperately, like lips shell had made his countenance incapameeting. Then they drew apart, ble of expressing gaiety, had put a cynand she led him into the dining-room ical arrière-pensée forever into his smile. where Janet had lighted the candles. She sought his eyes. They surely were
It was hard on Millicent Hay; for she the same, unfathomably and most deknew that she faced, across her little pendably
pendably blue, good - will throned table, a very complicated person; yet therein. But tired, oh, so tired! And she had no means of knowing just how pure pity set her hands to trembling the descent into hell had affected that again, until, hit or miss, the salad was beloved labyrinth of nerves and inhibi- mercifully achieved. tions. She was aware only that the “Do you hate it as much as ever?” sensitive Oswald she had known would she asked, finally. not return unscathed from that excur “More." sion. She had done her best, in recreat “Have you been sorry you didn't go ing the old atmosphere, reproffering the to an 0. T. C.?” old stimuli, the old context. She had "No. I've seen it through better this fed, for weeks, on mean sandwiches and way. I have all the right there is to black, abominable, unsweetened tea, for hate it." the sake of decent oil for the salad, a “Pacifist?” She fell normally, and dash of caviar for the savory, a hint of with a sense of great comfort, into their mushrooms in the sauce, a bottle of old elliptical mode. good Burgundy. She had pinned her .“Not until it's over." faith to these things, though even she, Millicent nodded. Every one she
knew felt the same. She had not set gan; “how I have always loathed milieyes on
a real militarist since 1914. tarism in every form. Even the leash-eaters cursed the condi Oh yes, she knew. tions that had tempted them to their “It was my loathing of it that made unnatural meal. Militarism was not me enlist in K. 1.” He smiled. “You fashionable, precisely. But still less was remember?" pacifism. All “isms” fell, if not lit “I don't think you ever wholly exerally, then constructively, under the plained.” Though it was an old quarrel Defense of the Realm Act.
between them, her mild murmur held no “How was it in New York?" he coun vibration of ancient disagreement. ter-queried.
“I couldn't join an 0. T. C. I didn't “Every one crazy to get in.”
like the army or its ways or works. I “They'll have to, sooner or later. had seen too many good friends turn Was it a rest for you, on the whole?” into a stupid type. Of course we were
"Well, they talked too much.” up against it, and of course I had to go; The blue eyes glinted with sympathy. but I preferred to go as an enlisted man. “That must have been beastly.” I thought perhaps, that way, I'd escape
Millicent considered. “Yes—and no. the destiny. If this was a new and One hated to see all that energy wasted; loathsome situation, I wanted to meet it and yet it was a kind of blessed relief to in the new way. Perhaps K. 1, created find people free to talk as they chose for something different, would be differagain. You know how Lady Sayres ent. Any 0. T. C. would be run on the works us. . . . She resents our having old lines, the old theories. .. The tongues in our heads. She'd like them same old Procrustes' bed. I
preall tinned for army rations. And yet, ferred to take a shot on the new thing. after the war, there must be a life of I may have been wrong—but so far I sorts, mustn't there? We mustn't don't believe it." wholly forget how to live—the things “My only objection-ever-was that, that made life worth while.”
miserably under-officered, they needed “But what were the things that made every man who by any stretch of the life worth while?” As if unconsciously, imagination could be considered officer he pushed his untouched savory a little stuff." farther from him.
“Yes. I know. Well, I wasn't officer Her brows tightened faintly at the stuff.” She pointed to his insignia. “Oh, gesture, but she made no comment. that's all right! I worked up from the
"All this." And Millicent Hay smiled ranks. I'm the new kind of lieutenantwith charming deprecation of her festi not the old kind.” val.
"Are they so different?" “Yes. I know what you mean.
I “I take the liberty of thinking so." remember, that is. But are you right?” “And how?"
He placed one elbow squarely on the He smiled. “I'm afraid I must give table as he put the question. In his myself away, after all. It's I who am slightly shifted position, the candle-light different; perhaps the others aren't. But fell obliquely on his puckered cheek. It I'm freer in my mind, anyhow, for having was with that, the spirit of the scene been a Tommy and having been pitchseemed to say, that she must reckon now forked up to this giddy height. The —with that and all that it implied. situation has made me, not tradition.”
“You mean that the war is giving us “Tradition was scrapped, I thought, new values? That the old one must be with everything else, when they licked set aside? ... We'll have coffee here," poor little Etonians into shape for comshe ejaculated disconsolately to Janet. missions in six weeks.' It was all upon her; and if she must fight “In a sense. I mean promotion from for her vision, this should be the field of the ranks came to me in the midst of contest. She could not spare so much unprecedented mud and unforeknowable energy as was needed to establish them hell. I can't explain—but- There was afresh in the little drawing-room. no pull or privilege in it. And, while I
“You know how I hate war," he be don't object to pull or privilege for the