In Brief Authority Part 56
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"After the way you've been brought up and everything!" cried Mrs.
Wibberley-Stimpson. "To sink to _this_! Has it occurred to you that you would have to a.s.sociate entirely with persons of the very lowest cla.s.s?"
"You wouldn't say that if you'd seen some of the Johnnies who pa.s.sed the Vet with me," he replied. "And, as to cla.s.ses, all that tosh is done away with now. There's only one cla.s.s a fellow can't afford to a.s.sociate with--the slackers who ought to be in khaki and aren't. I couldn't have stuck being in that crowd any longer, and I'm jolly lucky to have got well out of it!"
"All the same, Clarence," lamented his Mother, "you _must_ see what a terrible come-down it is for _you_, who not so very long ago were a Crown Prince!"
"I thought we'd agreed to forget all that, Mater," he said, wincing slightly. "Anyway, if I don't turn out a better Tommy than I did a Prince, they won't have me in the regiment long. But I'm not going to get the push this time, if I can help it. Come, Mater," he concluded, "don't worry any more over what's done and can't be undone--just try and make the best of it!"
But this was beyond Mrs. Wibberley-Stimpson's philosophy just then. If he had been leaving his comfortable home with a commission as sub-lieutenant, she might have been able to find some slight consolation in announcing the fact to her friends. Now she would have to make the humiliating admission that he was nothing more than a common trooper--after which she felt she would never be able to hold up her head again!
As things turned out, these apprehensions proved unfounded. For it seemed that other young Gablehurst men belonging to families in as good a position as her own had enlisted as privates, and, so far from being considered to have brought discredit on their parentage, were regarded with general approval.
And the pride with which their mothers spoke of them encouraged Mrs.
Wibberley-Stimpson to be even prouder of Clarence, as the only one who had joined a Cavalry regiment.
When he was undergoing the necessary training with the reserve regiment and first had to enter the Riding-School, he was prepared, remembering how suddenly and completely his control of Marchenland horses had left him, for some highly unpleasant experiences.
Daphne's pendant had been left in safe custody at Inglegarth, and, even if he had had any idea that it had a.s.sisted his horsemans.h.i.+p (which he was far from suspecting), he would not have brought it with him, lest he should lose a thing which Daphne had said he would please her by keeping.
Probably, had he brought and been allowed to wear the token, it would not have made any impression whatever on the mind of a British charger--but fortunately no talisman was needed.
All the riding in Marchenland, while his horses continued docile, had not been without some good result after all. At least he found that he had quite as good a seat as any of his fellow-recruits, and a very much better one than most of them.
And the months of training pa.s.sed, not unhappily. He made friends, not all of them in his own cla.s.s; he set himself to learn his job as quickly and thoroughly as he could, and his sergeant-major spoke of him, though not in his presence, as a smart young chap who showed more sense than some he had to do with.
He had not been many weeks in the regiment before he got his first stripe, and when he came home on furlough he was able to inform his family that he had just been promoted to be a full-blown Corporal. It was a farewell visit, as he was being sent out in a day or two with a draft to his regiment at the Front. He had grown broader across the chest, and looked extremely brown and fit, while his family noticed that he no longer ended his remarks with "what?" Once or twice he expressed his satisfaction at getting the chance at last of having a go at the Bosches--but he said very little about the future, and seemed more interested in hearing about Ruby's new school and Edna's ambulance cla.s.s.
Then he left them, and for months after that they had to endure the long strain of constant anxiety and suspense which few British households have escaped in these dark times. Clarence had always been a poor correspondent--and his letters, though fairly regular, were short and wanting in details. But he said the regiment was doing dismounted work in the trenches; that he was acquiring the habit of sleeping quite soundly under sh.e.l.l-fire; that he had been much cut up by losing some of his best pals, but so far had not been hit himself, though he had had several narrow shaves; he kept pretty fit, but was a bit fed up with trench work, though he didn't see an earthly of riding in a cavalry charge at present.
The last letter was dated February. After that came a silence, which was explained by an official letter stating that he was in a field hospital, severely wounded. Inglegarth remained for days in helpless misery, dreading the worst, till they were relieved by the news that he was now in a base hospital and going on well.
But it was some weeks before he could be moved to London, and longer still before he was convalescent enough to be taken to his own home, where the joy of seeing him recover so rapidly was checked by the knowledge that he would only leave them the sooner.
He was much the same slangy and casual Clarence they had known, though rather subdued, but he had moods of sombre silence at times which none of them dared to interrupt, when his eyes seemed to be looking upon sights they had seen and would fain forget. As to his own doings he said but little, though he told them something of his experiences during his last week at the front--how the regiment had been rushed up in motor-buses from Bleu to Ypres; how they had marched to the Reformatory which they had defended for five days under heavy fire; how they had then dug caverns and occupied trenches to the south of the Menin road, and how the trenches had been mined by the enemy, and five officers killed and sixty-four casualties, of which latter he was one.
Before he was p.r.o.nounced fit for active service again he heard that he had been recommended for a commission, and given one in another cavalry regiment which had very nearly the same _prestige_ and traditions as his own, though he would have been the last to admit it till then.
Thus was Mrs. Wibberley-Stimpson's dearest desire at last attained; she could now inform her friends and acquaintances that her boy was actually a subaltern, while, even in conversation with strangers, it was always possible to lead up to the fact by enlarging on the heavy cost of a cavalry officer's kit.
And yet, in fairness to her, it may be said that, with all her striving after social distinction, if she had been required to choose between her son returning to the front with a commission and keeping him at home with no higher rank than that of a corporal, she would have chosen the latter without a moment's hesitation.
But since the choice was not given her, Clarence's promotion did much to console her for his approaching departure--at least until the day arrived, when she turned blindly away from the platform with an aching dread that the train was bearing him out of her life for ever.
That was several months ago, and Second-Lieutenant Stimpson (he dropped the "Wibberley" when he first enlisted) has been at the front ever since.
There is a certain endless road, bordered by splintered stumps which once were poplars, and pitted in places with deep sh.e.l.l-holes, that he knows only too well; having taken his troop along it many a night to relieve the party in the trenches.
Even now, when he comes to the group of ruined cottages at which he has to leave the road and strike across country into the danger-zone, he is unpleasantly conscious of a sinking at his heart at the prospect of another week or so of that infernal existence of shattering noise, flying death-splinters, and sickening sights and smells. There he will have to be constantly on the watch, meals and sleep can only be s.n.a.t.c.hed at precarious intervals, and seldom without disturbance; if there is anything more nerve-racking than the scream of sh.e.l.ls and the hail of shrapnel it is the lull that follows, when he waits for the enemy's rush to begin. And yet, the moment he finds himself back in the trench again, he becomes acclimatised; his men speak of him as a cool and resourceful young officer under any difficulties, while on more than one occasion he has done some daring and very useful reconnoitring work that may even earn him mention in despatches.
But at present he is enjoying one of his hard-earned rests, being billeted in a farmhouse well away from the firing-line.
Here, having no duties or responsibilities to fix all his thoughts on the present, he can allow them to dwell on the future for a while.
This desperate and relentless war will come to an end in time--how soon he knows no more than anyone, but that it will end in victory for England and her Allies he has no doubt whatever. He is equally sure, though he could not account for his certainty, that, unlike many a better fellow than himself, he will live to see his country at peace once more. But what is he to do then? Even if an opening in the City presented itself, he could never stick an office again after this. On the other hand, even if he gets another step or two, he will find it difficult to live on his pay in a crack cavalry regiment. However, the Governor will no doubt give him an allowance that will enable him to stay in the Service--the Mater can be safely trusted to see to that!
So, this question being satisfactorily disposed of, his thoughts, as usual on these occasions, drift back to Marchenland, and particularly to Daphne's parting words on the night he left the Palace.
Would she think, he wonders, that he has done something to justify her belief in him?
At least she might be pleased if she knew that he could not fairly be described any longer as a useless rotter.
"Only," he tells himself disconsolately, "she never _will_ know.
England's no country of hers now, and she wouldn't feel enough interest in it even to send the Baron across in the stork-car for a daily paper.
If she did, she'd be none the wiser, because he'd be sure to bring _The Poultry-Fancier's Journal_ or _The Financial News_, or something of that sort. And, after all, if she had any idea of the ghastly business that has been going on in this old world for the last year, she's too much heart to be happy--even in Marchenland. But now she'll go on being happy for the rest of her life, bless her! and if she gives me a thought now and then--well, it will be a jolly sight more than I deserve!"
THE END
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