Jena or Sedan? Part 2
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"Poor fellow! all the more reason for you to eat. What were you?"
"A clerk."
"Well, we'll stick together, and you'll get along all right," said Vogt kindly. This pale clerk attracted him more than did Weise. Klitzing had frank honest eyes; one could not but feel sorry for his pallor and languor; how was he going to stand the hard work?
The men were still sitting over their meal when the little corporal brought in another recruit, a tall overgrown lad with a pink and white boyish face, apparently several years younger than the rest. The corporal spoke less gruffly to him, and showed him his locker with something like politeness. Apparently there was something special about this Frielinghausen, as he was called; even the uniform he wore was rather less patched and threadbare than those of the others. However, the new comrade seemed in anything but a cheerful mood; he dropped into a seat at the darkest end of the table, leant his head on his hand, and did not touch the loaf which the corporal placed before him.
Most of the recruits regarded him with unconcealed mistrust. What kind of stuck-up fine gentleman was this, who sat there as if his comrades didn't exist? He was no better than they. Only Vogt and Klitzing looked at him with compa.s.sion; who could tell what trouble this Frielinghausen was suffering from?
Weise became only the more gay. He took on himself to enliven the feast with jokes and drollery, and they all listened willingly; it kept off dulness, and the disagreeable thoughts that a.s.sailed them.
The corporal, too, listened awhile, well pleased. Then he called to the joker: "Hi, you black fellow! come here a minute!"
Weise sprang up, and his superior looked him up and down, not unfavourably.
"You're right," he said; "it's no good pulling a long face; a soldier should be jolly. Tell me, what's your name?"
"Weise," answered the recruit.
"Weise? Gustav Weise?"
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, indeed. Well, all right; sit down again."
Weise went back to his place, feeling somewhat snubbed. Why had the corporal suddenly looked so glum when he heard the name? There was nothing peculiar about his name. He did not trouble his head very much about it; but his cheerfulness pa.s.sed away.
The last thing to do on this first day of their soldier's life was to give up their civilian clothes, with the address to which each box was to be sent. Klitzing knew no one who could receive his belongings; so they remained in the custody of the battery.
At length the day drew to a close. Shortly before ten o'clock "Lights out and go to bed!" was called. They hung up their jackets and went upstairs to the dormitory.
This was a s.p.a.cious room, which extended, directly under the roof, the whole length and breadth of the building. Vogt had the good fortune to secure a bed in one of the outer rows close to a window, and he beckoned to Klitzing to take possession of the bed next him on the right. That on the left, in the corner, had been allotted by the corporal to Frielinghausen. The recruits were not long in getting to bed; though the "old gang" were more leisurely in their proceedings.
It was only on lying down that Vogt discovered how tired he was. The lean clerk on the right fell asleep immediately. Frielinghausen, however, seemed wakeful. Vogt listened. No, he was not deceived: the tall lad was weeping. For a moment he felt inclined to question his comrade about his trouble; but he feared a repulse, so turned over on the other side. After all, it was not for a man to weep, especially a soldier!
Once more he started from incipient slumber; he thought he heard the cow in her stall, clattering her chain. Surprised, he collected his wits. "Of course," he then said to himself, "it is the tattoo. I am a soldier."
CHAPTER II
"Every hour of every day, Gunners, be ye blithe and gay!"
(_Old Artillery song._)
There was a good deal to do in the orderly-room. This new batch of sixty recruits meant a large amount of work that must be seen to at once, if the wilderness of papers were ever to be brought into some sort of order.
Three men sat bending over their writing: a bombardier, a corporal, and the sergeant-major.
The bombardier was doggedly filling in the lists, only glancing occasionally to see if the pile of forms still to be got through were not growing somewhat smaller.
Kappchen, the corporal, a lanky fellow with cunning eyes, grumbled from time to time at the trouble, and consigned to perdition the dirty rascals who caused it. Of course it was much pleasanter for him to sit in the orderly-room than to be messing about with the idiots out of doors; but he had never bargained for having to scribble away till he nearly got writer's cramp. And to-day the sergeant-major didn't even seem to be thinking of a pause for luncheon.
It therefore happened very opportunely when Captain von Wegstetten, having scarcely listened to the sergeant-major's report, "Nothing new in the battery," said: "Sergeant Schumann, I want to speak to you for a minute."
No further intimation was needed; Kappchen and the bombardier disappeared from the room instantly.
Sergeant Schumann stood by his table in the orthodox att.i.tude of respectful attention. As on every day of the eight years during which Wegstetten had commanded the sixth battery, and he, Schumann, had been its sergeant-major, he waited until the former by a gesture or a word should permit him to a.s.sume an easier position. Nothing could alter this; not even the confidence that time had gradually established between them.
Wegstetten motioned him kindly to a seat, and then bent over the records of the recruits.
"Well, Schumann," he began, "what sort of a lot have we got this time?"
"It doesn't seem a bad year, sir," answered the sergeant-major; "they've nearly all got clean sheets----"
"Hm," a.s.sented the officer, "nearly all, but----?"
"Two have been convicted, one of theft, the other of resisting lawful authority. The first made away with a quant.i.ty of copper wire from a building; and the second made a row because he was notified that he had contravened some regulations as to driving. He was a cab-driver. Then there is another who has been punished for begging, tramping the streets, and sleeping out at nights."
"Well, he won't catch cold camping out, at any rate! What do you think, sergeant? mustn't a chap like that be glad to have a good roof over his head every night? Well, go on! What about political antecedents?"
"There is only one marked for that, sir--Gustav Weise."
Wegstetten began to polish his eye-gla.s.ses; then, "Read it aloud, Schumann," he said.
The sergeant-major took the paper and read: "Weise has more than once taken an active part in socialist propaganda; in spite of his youth he was for a time confidential agent for the Metal Workers' Union, and sometimes spoke at meetings, without, however, necessitating the interference of the police-officer in attendance, as Weise's communications chiefly referred to details of the trade."
"Nothing further? He seems a promising fellow! Where have we put him?"
"In Room IX., Corporal Wiegandt."
"Does he know----?"
"Yes, sir, I've mentioned it to him."
"Right. Call him in; I'll speak to him, and afterwards to Frielinghausen."
"Very good, sir."
In a few minutes the little bearded corporal was in the room and awaiting his captain's pleasure.
The officer appealed to the honour of his subordinate, in whom he was placing a special trust, and impressed upon him in carefully chosen language the necessity for keeping a watchful eye on the new recruit Weise, without, however, treating him differently from his comrades.
Wiegandt thereupon felt called on to describe and commend Weise's smartness and good humour.
Wegstetten listened, a fleeting smile once pa.s.sing over his face. At the end he said: "Well, that's another proof that this sort often turn out good soldiers. You understand what I have said, Wiegandt? A sharp eye, and a firm grip on the rein; otherwise--just as with the rest of them."
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