The Scarecrow and Other Stories Part 33
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"My little one--"
"Say, Maman, that you are glad."
"So young, Jean."
"But old enough to fight when they need me. Old enough to fight for France!"
"My baby--"
"You will not grieve, Maman."
She reached up and caught his face between her two hands and drew it down and kissed him on the mouth.
"Ah, Jean!"
"And say, how do I look?" He turned around and around in front of them.
"But, Angele, fetch the lamp quickly. You cannot see in this dark. You cannot see me."
The girl laughed a bit uncertainly, and then she went quickly, rus.h.i.+ng into the next room.
The woman gripped hold of the boy's hand. His fingers grasped hers.
"Pet.i.te Maman."
"Mon Jean--just--a--moment--still--so."
They stood there silent and very close to each other, in the room crowded with moving, splotching shadows. The girl came back through the curtain, a lighted lamp between her two hands. The flicker of it spread broadly into her eager, anxious face. The glow of it trickled before her and widened through the room. The shadows stuck to the walls in the corners and rocked up against the ceiling, black among the uneven streaks of yellow light.
"Now, Angele. Now, Maman. Put it there on the table, Angele. No, hold it higher. Like that. Keep your hands steady, Angele, or how can Maman see?
Such a miserable lamp! Does not my uniform look magnificent? I am the real poilu, hein? Something to be proud of, Maman?"
"The real poilu?" The girl questioned softly. "The grandchild of the real poilu, maybe."
"She mocks me, Maman."
"Be quiet, Angele."
"I do not mock, Maman; but I will not have his head turned. The poor little cabbage!"
"See, Maman. She will not stop. Tell her that I fight for France."
For a moment the woman hesitated. They could hear the deep breath she took.
"For France. And for something else, my little son."
With great care the girl placed the lamp on the table.
"Something else, Maman?"
"The thing for which France stands--; and conquers."
He seized at her last word.
"Conquers? Of course she conquers. And I will help! I will kill the Boches. Right and left. I shall fight until France will win!"
A strange light had filtered into the woman's heavily lidded eyes.
"Bravo!" The girl clapped her hands together. "And shall we have our supper now, pet.i.te Maman, and my little rabbit?"
"Maman--when I have this uniform--"
"Go, children. In a moment I will be with you."
"Come, my cauliflower. Maman would be alone."
"Maman--"
"Jean--I do not mean to tease. Let us go in to supper. If I do not try to be pleasant I shall weep. You would not have me weep, brother Jean? I would wet the pretty shoulder of your uniform with my tears. That would be a tragedy. So come along to supper, my rascal."
Hand in hand the boy and the girl went through the loose-hung, plush curtain into the kitchen.
The woman stood rigid beside the table.
"Help me," she whispered beneath her breath. "You--"
She stumbled to her knees. Her head was pressed against the edge of the table. Her hands fumbled over the top of it, the fingers widespread and catching; clutching at whatever they touched.
From the kitchen came the sound of low voices. A knife rattled clatteringly against a plate. Once the girl laughed and her laughter snapped off in a half-smothered sob.
The woman moaned a little.
"Just to watch over him. That's all I ask.--You--across there, just--to--protect--him--"
Her hands went to her throat, the fingers tightening.
"A sign," she implored. "Dieu--that--you--hear--me!"
Her eyes stared about the room, peering frantically from under their heavy lids.
"Will you not help me?" She pleaded. "Dieu! mon Dieu,--will you not--help--me--?"
Her kneeling figure swayed a bit.
"You will not hear," she whimpered. "You will--not--hear--"
For a moment longer she waited in the tense silence. And then she rose stiffly to her feet. Her eyes riveted themselves upon a little pool of yellow light that lay in the center of the table under the lamp. The palms of her hands struck noiselessly together.
Very slowly, she went through the curtain and into the kitchen.
The Scarecrow and Other Stories Part 33
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