Both were a little 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 Surgical1 congress at Vienna, where Bloem, finding the American's German lame2 and halting, had constituted himself a sort of interpreter, and Stewart had reciprocated3 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 leisurely4 fashion through Germany, spending a day in medieval Nuremberg, another in odorous Würzburg, and a third in mountain-shadowed Heidelberg, where Bloem had sought out some of his old comrades and initiated5 his American friend into the mysteries of an evening session in the Hirschgasse. Then they had turned northward6 to Mayence, 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 infantry7 entered from the street. His eyes brightened as he caught sight of Bloem.
"Ach, Hermann!" he cried.
Bloem, turning, stopped an instant for a burlesque8 salute9, 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 discourteous10 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 admiration11.
Below him lay the green level of the Domhof, its close-clipped trees outlined stiffly against the lights behind them. Beyond rose the choir13 of the great cathedral, with its fretted14 pinnacles15, and flying buttresses16, and towering roof. By day, he had found its exterior17 somewhat cold and bare and formal, lacking somehow the subtle spirit of true Gothic; but nothing could be more beautiful than it was now, shimmering18 in the moonlight, bathed in luminous19 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 nervously20 about the terrace. It was deserted21 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—war!"
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 will affect Germany more or less. Only I was hoping the Powers would interfere22 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. "What 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 of 'là revanche'; I have seen the mourning wreaths on the Strassburg monument. I confess," he added, "that I sympathize with France's dream of regaining23 her lost provinces. So do most Americans. We are a sentimental24 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 seizure25 of Alsace and Lorraine, however justified26 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 foe27, 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 fortify29 them, to police them, to hold them in stern repression30. 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, hoarsely31.
There was something in his tone which sent a shiver across Stewart's scalp, as though he had found himself suddenly at the brink32 of a horrible abyss into which he dared not turn his eyes. He fancied he could see in his companion's somber33 face the stirring of ghastly memories, of tragic34 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 mighty35 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 legacy36 of fear and hatred37! We are bound to a wheel from which we cannot escape."
"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 civilized39 world—such things can never happen—humanity won't endure it!"
"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 crumble41. Perhaps that time has come."
"I don't believe it," Stewart protested, stoutly42. "Some day she will realize the insane folly43 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 Germany, for example, are weighed down by militarism. You do not know the arrogance44, 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 they 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," answered 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 aristocrats45 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 doctrine47 of blood and iron; who hold that Cæsar is sacrosanct48. 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 murmur49, as of the wind 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 clatter50 of iron on stone softened51 to a shuffle52, to a murmur, died away.
"There is one battalion54," he said; "one unit composed of a thousand lesser55 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." 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 lieutenant56 and I was reduced to the ranks."
Stewart also stared at those beautiful hands, so expressive57, so expert. How vividly58 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 obedience59 is instant and unquestioning."
"There are enough old and middle-aged61 surgeons for that duty. Young men must fight! Besides, I am suspected of having too many ideas!"
He sat for a moment 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 wry62 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!"
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.
"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 thoroughly63 drilled in the habit of obedience. That habit is grooved64 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—'verboten'!" retorted Bloem, with a short laugh. Then he pushed back his chair and rose abruptly65. "I must say good-by. My orders are awaiting me at Elberfeld."
"You really mean——"
"I mean," Bloem broke in, "that to-morrow I go to my depot67, 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 softening68. "Think of me sometimes, in that far-off, sublime69 America of yours. One thing more—do not linger in Germany—things will be very different here under martial70 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 slay71 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. Lebe wohl!"
"Good-by—and good luck!" and Stewart wrung72 the hand thrust into his. "You have been most kind to me."
Bloem answered only with a little shake of the head; then turned resolutely73 and hastened from the terrace.
Stewart sank back into his seat more moved than he would have believed 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 hind12; a gentleman set to the task of slaughter74; a democrat46 driven to fight in defense75 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 standing76 over him a tall man in dark blue uniform and wearing a spiked77 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 conceal78. 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 leave 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."
"At what hotel will you stay in Aachen?" he asked.
"I don't know. Is there a good one near the station?"
"The Kölner 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, "Kölner 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."
"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, lighting81 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 torments82 of hell, to find themselves maimed and useless. But how trivial their sufferings beside the slow, hopeless, year-long martyrdom of the countless83 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.
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