Paris did not know that to-morrow the boche would lunge at its throat, throwing a weight into the thrust that it had never been able to throw before; nor did Paris know that its armies and its allies would receive that thrust without faltering8, and would hurl9 upon it such rain of fire and steel as would crush it to the ground futile10 and staggering.... Paris did not know, nor did the brain of any human being know, that but three days must pass before that man of infinite patience and courage who was generalissimo of the forces which barred the path of the Hun would make his first mighty11 stride toward victory, a stride which should become a steady march, never flagging, never stopping, until his armies should have won the precious right to march with heads erect12 under that great pile which dominates their city—the Arc de Triomphe.
It was such events which impended on this 14th of July....
Kendall Ware14 and Andree had chosen the Place des Ternes as the most advantageous15 point from which to see the parade, and though it was raining a trifle when they started out, with skies which promised a drizzly16 day, they were not to be deterred17. The little concrete oval which is the meeting-place of the Boulevard de Courcelles, the Avenue de Wagram, the Avenue des Ternes, and the rue18 du Faubourg St.-Honoré was already crowded. People splashed about in its shallow puddles19 and jostled one another between its flower-booths, which were doing a thriving business. The parade was already passing with martial20 music and amid much clapping of hands, but less shouting than would have obtained in an American city.
Ken13 edged Andree as near to the street as he could. For him it was easy to look over the heads of the people and to see the marching soldiers, but little Andree might as well have been at home across the river. She could see nothing, and there was no box nor chair to be had.
“Shall I lift you up?” he asked.
“Mais non. You cannot. I am of such a largeness!... But I shall see.”
“I’ll sit you on my shoulder and tell folks you are my granddaughter,” he said.
“Regardez!” She took a small rectangular mirror from her sac and held it before his eyes. Then she turned her back on the parade and, holding the mirror at an angle above her head, looked into it with quaint21 intentness.
“Oh, I see!” she exclaimed. “Behol’, the parade it marches in the glass.”
Ken laughed, but he was a trifle annoyed and embarrassed. Andree herself, he thought, was so natural, so herself, that she would have not the least thought in the world of making herself ridiculous or conspicuous22, but this absurd makeshift of hers would certainly attract the attention of the crowd—and nobody knew what a Parisian crowd might do. He hesitated, looked about him uncomfortably, and decided23 to hold his peace. It was well, for within a radius24 of thirty feet a dozen men and women were doing exactly as Andree did. They had come prepared. Each of them stood facing away from the procession, a mirror held above the heads of the crowd, and it was with difficulty Kendall restrained his laughter. Their expressions were all so eager, so interested. It was absurd. With all that was going on behind them, they peered as if bewitched into rectangles of glass, and shouted, or lowered their mirrors to clap their hands just as if they were seeing living soldiers instead of tiny reflections....
The crowd interested him more than the marching men. There was a good-natured simplicity25, a lack of reserve, a childishness about them, yet there were a bigness, a pathos26, and a grandeur27 in their bearing.... Boys and young men mounted into trees; couples carrying bouquets28 scurried29 up and down the line, seeking a point where they might penetrate30 to the street; here was a woman weeping and smiling at once. She was in black.... And everywhere flowers! Now and then a girl would run out from the curb31 to hand a blossom to some poilu or Italian or Englishman or Portuguese32.... Every French soldier marched with a smile and with a posy nodding from the muzzle33 of his gun. The street was thick with flowers and the air rained flowers.
The Americans passed. In their guns were no blossoms, on their tunics34 were no bouquets. They marched very stiffly, erect, business-like, with eyes to the front. The French had shuffled35 by jovially36 with nods and smiles. One could tell they had seen the war and were marching men, but there was no stiffness, no rigidity37. They were like the defense38 of their great general—elastic. The Italians grinned cheerfully; so did the Portuguese; even the English were somewhat relaxed—but all these had known four years of war.... The Americans, marching like one man, like a splendid machine, seemed, somehow, sterner, of more warlike stuff. They struck the eye and won the applause of the multitude.... But they were of no sterner stuff, nor would they have asserted themselves to be better fighting-men than the sturdy poilus or the wiry Tommies.... They were younger—that was what impressed one. Their youth cried aloud.... Amid those soldiers of France and England and Italy and Belgium they looked like boys—and yet their age might not have been greater than these others—for the others had seen four years of war.... But they were splendid, these young men from another world, and the heart of Paris went out to them....
A hand touched Kendall’s arm and he turned.
“Why, Maude!” he exclaimed, and shot a startled glance toward Andree.
She had not seen, but was peering into her mirror.
“How glad you are to see me!” She laughed. “Really, I’ve nothing catching39. What’s the matter?...” She glanced about and saw Andree. “Oh!” she said. “I’m glad. I wanted to know her.”
“I told you—” he began; but it was Andree who interrupted.
“Bon jour, Mademoiselle Knox,” she said, gravely. “We have met one little time.”
“Yes, indeed, and I have wanted so much to meet you again. I have told Mr. Ware....”
“And I, too, have wanted to know you. I have said it to him, yes, many times. I have said that I shall to know thees Miss Maude Knox—but”—she shrugged40 her shoulders—“les Américains are droll41.... He would not.”
“He can’t help himself now, can he? Now that we know we want to be acquainted with each other, there’s nothing he can do about it.”
“Oh, I do not onderstan’. You speak trop vite, mademoiselle. My English it is of the worst.”
“And my French is non-existent. But that doesn’t matter in the least, does it? We shall get on.”
For those girls there was now something of much greater importance than the parade, and they promptly42 forgot it. Maude moved over to Andree’s side and they began the sort of conversation that women use when they are appraising43 each other with serious intention. Ken listened uneasily. There was nothing he could do. This thing that he had desired not to happen had happened, and that was all there was to it. He pretended to watch the parade, but his mind was concentrated on what the girls were saying. The girls appeared to have forgotten him as well as the marching men.
Ken was acutely apprehensive44, but of what he was apprehensive he did not know. The thought that Andree and Maude were together, chatting, becoming acquainted, seemed to him very threatening. He had been in a holiday humor, but that humor was gone. He frowned and was conscious of both irritation45 and depression. It was not right for them to meet. Something was sure to come of it.
It was not at all that he felt that Andree was not a fit companion for Maude Knox. That was not it. He was not ashamed of Andree, and, strangely enough, when one considers his temperament46 and the hereditary47 impulses which stirred within him, he was not ashamed of his relations with her. It was an intangible apprehension, a feeling that one woman whom he knew he loved and another woman with whom he might be in love could not meet without unpleasant results to him.
There was curiosity, too, which grew stronger. More than once he had compared Andree with Maude Knox when neither was present, but now they were together, at his side, under his eyes.... He edged away a trifle with elaborate unconsciousness, and presently reached a point from which he could study the girls with covert48 glances.
It was not so much their appearances that he compared as it was their selves as he knew them, and as they were indicated by what met the eye. He was trying to arrive at a knowledge of what each girl meant in his life, what she could contribute to his life. Perhaps this was wholly selfish, but choice must ever be selfish. It is after choice is made that one may be generous and self-denying.
The contrast between Andree and Maude was so extreme that they seemed to have nothing in common but their sex, and as Ken considered he saw they had not even this in common. At least their conception of it and of its duties and possibilities and obligations and uses were as different as the color of their eyes or the expressions of their faces. One could not see Andree without being conscious that she was a woman, of the femininity of her, and that the chief business of her life was to be the complement49 of some man. The first emotion that Andree excited was tenderness.... As one looked at Maude Knox his first thought was comradeship, followed by a mental note that she would be reliable, capable of taking care of herself. Maude was not beautiful, but she was pretty, with a clean-cut, boyish prettiness that spoke50 of health of mind and of body. She was not the sort a man would fall in love with at first sight, but rather one who would first be admired and then loved.... Andree would be loved first, then admired as the sweetness of herself unfolded under the urging of love. Andree was fragile. Ken looked at her lips, perfectly51 drawn52, delicate, sensitive—her most eloquent53 feature. They were lips to kiss, lips to give kisses. There, perhaps, stood the chief difference between these girls and their attitude toward life: that Andree would give, give, give—asked no other happiness but to give of herself and her sweetness and her tenderness and her love—while Maude would demand an exchange. She, too, could love, but always there would be inhibitions and reservations. She would take thought of practical matters, be efficient in love and marriage. Not that she would be selfish, Ken felt sure, but that she would see to it her relations with the man she loved would be well organized and stabilized54. She would be a wife and a comrade to the man she married, and perhaps a dominant55 force; Andree would be wife and sweetheart, with no thought of dominating, but only of giving, of adding to the happiness of the man she loved.
If love were cruel to Andree, and the man she worshiped unkind, she would fade silently, withdraw into herself, and suffer; Maude would have suffered, but she would have faced the matter and held her own. It would be possible for Maude to go through life alone; that Andree should do so was utterly56 unthinkable. This was, perhaps, because Andree thought of herself only as a woman, and as a woman whose life must be bound up with the life of some man. Maude Knox thought of herself as an individual, a distinct entity57 with rights and purposes which must not be invaded or interfered58 with.
A man might expect help, encouragement, even dynamic career from Maude Knox. He might expect a wonderful fidelity59 from her. She would take an interest in his life and would want to have a finger in the shaping of his destiny. Andree would play her part in his life less obtrusively60, but perhaps as powerfully by keeping alive his love and by lavishing61 her love upon him. She would ask nothing, demand nothing except a continuance of love and a lavishment of tenderness. So long as love endured she would follow him to the highest success without taking any great thought of that success, or she would have descended62 with him to the depths of failure without bewailing that failure—for success to her meant but one thing, and that thing was love.
Maude was the ideal wife in a partnership63 of man and wife as Americans have come to look upon that relation. The vestibule of the Presbyterian church would receive Maude with fulsome64 compliments and would congratulate Ken upon making a wise selection. Everybody would say that he had won a splendid wife ... and it would be true. She was a typical American wife—that is to say, she embodied65 those things which Americans have set as their ideals of wifehood.... He wondered what the vestibule would say of Andree, even granting that Andree’s conception of virtue66 were the American conception. He could not imagine, though he could well imagine the stir she would create. She would be too beautiful—so beautiful as to excite righteous suspicion. She would be beautiful in a foreign sort of way, and therefore a sinful sort of way. The vestibule would never forgive her because she had lived in Paris and because she did not pronounce English as well as it did—through its nose. They would never be able to see into her heart nor to understand the marvel67 of her goodness.... She was as far outside their experience as she was actually outside Ken’s experience, who studied her hourly, but never understood her and never would understand her.... She would always be a mystery and an anomaly to him. She would always be to him a creature who was guilty according to his inherited conscience and yet escaped the accusation69 or the stain of guilt68. She was bad, yet she was wholly good.
He said this to himself, and then hotly denied it. She was not bad. In his heart he knew she was not bad, and he knew as well that he had never approached a soul which was as clean, as unselfish, as purely70 tender as hers.... Maude Knox was good, too, capable of unselfishness and fine tenderness. But she could never accomplish what Andree had accomplished71. She could never do as Andree did and retain her purity.... He did not realize that this was because Maude herself would have believed herself to have lost her purity.
For Kendall the matter marched back to the attitude he had absorbed from his mother—that relations between the sexes were wicked in themselves and could never be anything else, but that by some miraculous72 quality belonging to a formula pronounced by a parson it became permissible73 for designated couples to practise wickedness without fear of punishment. The wickedness remained, but the formula remitted74 the punishment. That was his mother’s belief.... She had been bitterly ashamed when Kendall became evident, because he was testimony75 to the world that she had been guilty....
Ken realized that he was getting himself into a state of mind, that he was reviving those disturbing thoughts which had such power to make him miserable76 ... and he had been very happy with Andree. He had loved his happiness, and now he wanted it to persist. It had been something new in his life, very precious, very wonderful ... and he was not willing that it should be dimmed.
He stepped behind the girls and spoke.
Andree turned and smiled. “You shall go away,” she said. “We do not need you. You shall watch the parade while Miss Knox and myself make thees ver’ interesting talk. Yes?”
“What are you and Miss Knox talking about?”
“What should we be talking about?” asked Maude. “About ourselves, of course.”
“It is ver’ nice subjec’,” said Andree, with an impish twinkle.
“Let me come in. Talk about me, and I’ll listen.”
“Pouf!... You! If we talk about you, then you are ver’ angry.”
“Why?”
“Bicause we shall say the truth, and men want only to be praised. N’est-ce pas?... Oh, all men are greedy for praise. Oh, là là là là.”
“There, Captain Ware. Will you behave now?”
Ken laughed. “Andree is always very disagreeable. I don’t see how I endure her.”
She nodded. “Yes. I am mos’ disagree-able.” She accented the last syllable77 quaintly78. “It is bicause I do not like you.”
“Mademoiselle is very much interested in America,” said Maude.
“And Monsieur le capitaine he tell me so ver’ leetle.”
“America is a large country. It has a hundred million of population. The Woolworth Building is sixty stories high. Everybody owns an automobile79 and goes to the movies. Baseball is the national game....”
“And ever’ man ees marry and ees faithful to his wife,” interrupted Andree, “and all are ver’ sérieux and mos’ religious, and they are asham’ when they love. I know! I have study monsieur.” She laughed with childish gaiety. “Oh, mademoiselle, it mus’ be ver’ droll.... Regard them—they are born, these Americans, they become ver’ rich, they marry, they die—but they never live. It is that I believe they are afraid to live....”
“Yes, mademoiselle,” said Maude, “you have hit on something there. We are afraid to live, all of us. We want to live. We want a great happiness, but we are afraid of it. You can’t understand us better than we can understand you.... You have learned to live and be unafraid. We have not learned to get the best out of life, and our greatest terror is of our neighbors’ tongues.... It has been wonderful for me to come to your country and to see....”
“And has mademoiselle really seen?” asked Andree, her eyes on Maude’s face.
Maude hesitated. “I have tried to see, and I think I have understood a little. I have changed. I am not the same.... No, I am not the same girl at all who landed in France a few months ago.”
“May one ask what mademoiselle have see’?”
Maude answered, speaking slowly and feeling her way: “When I left America I thought I was broad-minded and tolerant. My father had brought me up to be less narrow-minded than most girls.... He is a professor of philosophy. But I have found out that I was very narrow-minded indeed. I could see only one side, and that was the viewpoint of those among whom I was brought up. The thing I have come to see is that my home town was right in setting up its own standards and in maintaining them—because those standards were best for my home town.... But I have found out that other towns and countries have an equal right to set up their own standards and arrange their own modes of living. I think I can believe now that a thing which is very wrong in Terre Haute, Indiana, may be right in Paris or London or Rome, and that a thing which may be right in Terre Haute may be wrong in Venice.”
“I onderstan’,” said Andree, gravely. “The theeng you mean to say is thees, is it not? That an act it become’ wrong when we theenk it is wrong? But if one city theenk it is right, then it is right for that city? N’est-ce pas?”
“Yes, something very like that.”
“Is that an answer to the question I asked you at dinner a few days ago?” Ken asked.
Andree looked at him quickly.
Maude paused a moment before she replied; then she shook her head. “No,” she said, “that is more complex.... If you were a Parisian I think I could answer, yes, without hesitation80. But you are an American, who, possibly, should cling to American standards, no matter where you find yourself.... It is different.... No, I don’t know what the answer is—yet.”
“And thees question?” asked Andree, directly.
It was something like this that Kendall had feared from a meeting between Andree and Maude, that some subject such as this would spring up, that he would be subjected to embarrassment81 and discomfort82. He was embarrassed now because he fancied Maude would be embarrassed and because he feared Andree, in her child-like frankness, might say something which would shock Maude’s American prudery. He did not make use of the word prudery, but the state of mind for which it stood was in his thoughts. He flushed and was about to attempt some stammered83 diversion, but Maude answered, perfectly calm and without hesitation.
“Captain Ware asked me if I would ever marry a man who had had an affair with another girl.”
“Ah....” said Andree. Then: “And why not, mademoiselle? What has that to do weeth the marriage? It was a silly question, was it not?”
Ken regarded her anxiously, but she gave no sign that she had attached any significance to his question other than a faint note in the long-drawn “Ah....” with which she had heard it stated.
“Yes, it was a ver’ silly question,” Andree repeated, “for if it ees not then there shall nevair be any marriages at all.”
“I don’t know....” said Maude.
“Perhaps it ees bicause mademoiselle ees ver’ yo’ng and does not know the worl’,” said Andree, with an air of age and wisdom.
“No. It is something in myself. I resent the idea.”
“Then there is but one hope for mademoiselle.... She mus’ marry the monk84.”
“Now, listen here,” said Ken, bruskly. “This—this—Oh, darn it all, let’s talk about something else.”
Andree laughed gaily85 and pointed86 a finger of ridicule87 at him. “Oh, see! We have frighten’ him.... He is ver’ droll. Sometime’ he is same theeng as yo’ng girl jus’ from the convent.... But he is ver’ good, mademoiselle,” she said, suddenly and seriously. “He is mos’ good and gentle and kind, and I love him ver’ much.”
Maude touched Andree’s hand, and her eyes were not guiltless of moisture. “I am sure you do, dear,” she said, “and he must love you very dearly, too.”
Ken felt that the situation demanded something of him; that if he did not prove himself adequate to the demand he would sink in his own estimation and take a lower place in the regard of both the girls. It was awkward. No situation could be more awkward, but a thing was required of him if he desired to be true to himself and worthy88 of the love that Andree had given him.
“By God! I do!” he said, desperately89, and had his reward in the depths of the smile which came into Andree’s eyes....
There threatened to come an uncomfortable pause, but Andree averted90 it.
“Monsieur Ken and I go soon for the déjeuner. Mademoiselle, of course, comes also.”
“I wish I might,” said Maude, her voice a trifle dulled and her eyes not altogether happy. “But I promised to help out in the club on the Avenue Montaigne.... And I must be going.” She looked at her wrist watch. “Indeed I must. I can cross the street now.... Good-by, Captain Ware. Good-by, mademoiselle.”
“Au revoir,” said Andree, holding out her hand. “We mus’ meet again. There are many theengs we mus’ speak of.”
Maude looked down into Andree’s dark-shadowed black eyes and smiled. “Yes,” she said, “we must speak of many things....”
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