The Blower of Bubbles Part 14
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Because he did his duty, and took the place of a man who was afraid."
The French-Canadian's breath was hot with fury. He clenched his fists, and great veins stood out on his forehead. "By gosh, me!" he yelled; "who say Jacque Noir, she is afraid?"
With apparent calm, but his muscles poised for action, the officer looked squarely at him. "I say you are a coward," he answered. "You were afraid to go to the line with your comrades. You are afraid now to face your punishment."
He noticed that Jacque was crouching for a spring. With a shrug of his shoulders, he produced a cigarette-case and put a cigarette into his mouth.
"Well?" he said.
It was the second time he had beaten Des Rosiers. The poor fellow paused, then fell at his feet and exhausted his pa.s.sion in a sobbing explanation that would have been ludicrous but for the sincerity of anguish behind it.
A few minutes later they went together from the barn. Simunde was standing by her door. From the interior of the house the lamentations of "madame" could be heard. With a simplicity that strangely enn.o.bled the rough fellow, Des Rosiers stopped and spoke to Simunde in French, then kissed her on the lips with a reverence that was more moving than the deepest pa.s.sion. Without a word, he entered the motor-car and stared fixedly ahead at the road which climbed by the chateau. With a half-sob, Simunde turned to the officer. She said nothing, but her tears spoke a language that needed no words. The metal in his eyes melted into a deep compa.s.sionate blue; and Pet.i.te Simunde's troubled little heart thanked G.o.d for the great, broad-shouldered man with the hair that was almost red.
VIII
The two men slept in a deserted hut that night, but an hour before daybreak they were wending their way through the communication-trenches to the front line. It was half-an-hour before "Stand to" when the major and his unkempt companion reached the last dark trench where sentries were straining their eyes at the blackness of No Man's Land. A junior officer stepped up to the major and reported, quietly, the situation during the night.
"They've got a machine-gun post," he said at the end, "somewhere over by those three trees. Can you see them, sir? They got five of our chaps last night and two the night before."
"Humph! They tried for me too, yesterday afternoon. Can't the guns do anything?"
"They've tried, sir, but the rise in the ground seems to protect them from anything except a direct hit."
Even in the darkness the young lieutenant could notice the sudden look of decision which flashed into Campbell's eyes.
"Give me an A form," he said tersely.
The lieutenant handed him a message-pad on which he wrote a few words.
"See that the colonel gets this," he said, "and pa.s.s word along to the other companies that Private Des Rosiers and I are going to get that machine-gun post; so if we come back don't give us too hot a reception from your sentries.--Sergeant, some bombs.--And let Des Rosiers have that revolver, old chap. My batman will give you one of mine.
Right--thanks."
"But, sir"--the young officer was vastly troubled--"it's not up to you.
I'll go, major. Honestly, I want to----"
"Thanks, old man; but this is a bigger job than it looks. Not that you couldn't do it as well or better, but--well, I've set my heart on going, that's all."
He glanced at Des Rosiers, and noticed that his face was grim and set.
"But, my officier, it is not fair," began the French-Canadian; "it----"
"Not fair?" There was a rasping sound in the major's voice.
"For me, _mais oui_, but for you, _non_. Please--I do my bes'--I go alone."
Without a word, the second-in-command put out his hand and grasped that of the deserter; and Des Rosiers felt that death for the other would be easy. Truly, as Campbell had said, war is a great big game, and men are like children.
Three minutes later two figures were crawling like panthers towards the German lines.
IX
The colonel of the battalion took the message from the runner's hand.
It contained seven words:
"_As an example to the battalion._
"CAMPBELL."
"What's that noise?"
"Sounds like Mills bombs," said the adjutant.
"And revolvers," muttered the colonel, and swore softly to himself with a lip that quivered strangely.
X
If ever you go to the Cobalt country, do not fail to take the boat to Ville Marie, on the blue sh.o.r.es of Pontiac.
There is an excellent hostelry at Ville Marie called "Les Voyageurs,"
where a little lady, known as Pet.i.te Simunde, has worked wonders in making it the cosiest, snuggest, neatest little place that ever warmed the heart of a lumberjack or a mining-prospector. At night her husband leads the singing with a mighty voice that shakes the rafters; for did not the former proprietor, Pierre Generaud, say that singing encouraged thirst?
At times, when Madame Des Rosiers is away for a day, Jacque Noir will regale his old friends with tales of his past life, stories that differ with every telling, and seem to indicate that the narrator himself is beginning to doubt their accuracy. At these times, too, he has been known to sing of a sailor who loved a Portuguese maid; but at the first sound of his wife's footsteps outside Monsieur Des Rosiers is the model husband, a _role_, to be frank, which suits him quite well.
When the snow is very thick on the ground, and the wind howls mournfully over the lake, Jacque Noir talks of France and the weary years of war. He will point with pride to his artificial foot, and then to his decoration, and slowly tell how two men went out into the dark after a machine-gun post.
And when the guests are gone and the fire is low, when the wind is moaning quietly, while the snow falls thick--thick--thick--they speak to each other of the officer who will never come back; of the one whose hair was brown, almost like red; whose blue eyes were stern, and yet so kind.
Hand-in-hand they sit close together, and the only sounds are those of the crackling logs and the wind that is never still.
THE MAN WHO SCOFFED
I
Dennis Montague of Toronto emerged from his bath, glowing and talkative. A luxurious deep-blue dressing-gown was wrapped about his form, its color accentuating the gray-blue of his eyes. His valet stood beside his bed, on which there reposed a set of garments suitable for a gentleman bent on spending an evening out.
"Ah, Sylvester! That's right. We poor devils must look as well as the abominable fas.h.i.+ons will permit. Did you ever wonder why the men of to-day are so commonplace? It is the clothes they wear."
Mr. Sylvester took the dressing-gown and hung it in the closet.
"For instance, my dear fellow, to-night I am in a devilishly brilliant mood; almost any moment now I might say something clever. If I had my way, I should dress in scarlet, like a toreador, and when I spoke, my sentences would have something of the dart about them.... Such would be the fusion of temperament and costume. Instead of which--by the way, mix me a c.o.c.ktail--I am forced to put on this hideous s.h.i.+rt and a swallow-tailed monstrosity that gives one the appearance of a reformed chimney-sweep. A greater man than either of us, Sylvester, said that the world was all a stage. Then why the deuce don't we dress for our parts?"
"'Ere's your c.o.c.ktail, sir."
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