When Giulia and I met next morning at the canteen we found money and
goods untouched. She did not ask me to take a glass of wine this time
but filled it out, put it to her lips, and gave it to me. I drank the
wine, lit a cigar, and asked her if she had any orders. We laughed at
this, then she in her pretty way insisted that I was the sub-officer
in charge and that her duty was to listen and obey, mine to command.
I objected, saying that the lady's wishes had to be considered first.
A good deal of harmless chat followed. I smoked the cigar, she deftly
rolled a cigarette and lit it from my cigar, our faces were close
together, and I told her it was well that cigarette and cigar were
between us and also kept our lips engaged. But this was all fun, we
had nothing to do; the men of the battalion, at least three companies
of them, were out marching with knapsacks and pouches full, the fourth
company was up to its eyes in work, some on guard, some cooking, some
doing the necessary duties of a camp; I honestly believe that we two
were the only idle, careless ones in the cantonment.
As she flung away the end of a cigarette she said: "I have resolved to
live here after a few days."
"What!" I cried, "you to stay here alone, beautiful and with money?"
She smiled back, as it were triumphantly, and replied:
"Why not?"
"But you are beautiful."
"Thanks, my comrade."
"And there will always be money in the house."
"It is true."
"And beauty and money, what will they not tempt men to do?"
"I shall have a protector."
This was a blow to me, and she must have seen it, for she said quickly,
putting her hand on my arm, that the sergeant and his wife whom she had
been staying with since her mother's death would keep house for her.
"Oh," I cried, "I am so glad and I was so sorry."
"I trust you, Jean," she answered; "will you not trust me?" I was not
allowed to reply; she put a pretty finger on my lips, and said:
"Yes, I know you trust me; why say to me what I know?"
What pleasant days we had together! What fun and jesting and pretended
rebukes! When the sergeant and his wife were installed in one of the
rooms over the canteen, I used to stay until the call went for "Out
lights," and then I groped my way in the darkness back to my quarters,
challenged by every sentry on the road. Soon the battalion got to
understand that _le jeune_ was always to be found going to his quarters
at a certain hour, and the sentries used to look out especially for me.
I, of course, had to answer their challenges and to give my reason for
being out at night. I always said:
"Visiting Sergeant M----." As I passed the scoundrels used to say:
"Sergeant M----, is he married? Has Madame M---- a friend at her
house?" And I dared not say anything in reply, because if I did all the
battalion would be laughing at me and somebody else next day.
You must not think that the men wished to hurt anyone's feelings. No;
bad as they were, forgetful as they were of the ten commandments,
they had no intention, not even the slightest, of offending Giulia or
me. Giulia was the pet. Many envied me, I am sure, but they envied me
because they thought things; had they known that Giulia and I were
merely good friends, good comrades, and that no word of love had ever
been said by either of us they would have laughed, and said: "Oh, boy
and girl to-day, lover and mistress to-morrow," but that was because,
with a lingering taste for good, they had quite given up expecting it
here or hereafter. One thing I must say, the legionaries were very
quiet in the canteen. They called for their drinks and went outside at
once, and there smoked, drank, and sang as best pleased each. Sometimes
a man would have no money and would wish for a drink in the morning or
a pipeful of tobacco at night. He came to me, and said:
"I want it, my sergeant-major; will you give it me?"
"I can't give it," I used to say, "but I'll ask for it for you, and if
you don't pay when you have money I shall have to pay instead and I'll
never ask for you again."
They did not always pay, but that was because a man's money was
stopped--he was in hospital, perhaps, or in jail--but Giulia and I
never minded that; the men who could pay did.
To say the truth, no battalion in the world was so good or so
comfortable as ours at that time. The men never drank out of the lines,
therefore those who went too far could be easily carried away to bed.
There was very little fighting, for no man, indeed, would strike a blow
in Mademoiselle Julie's canteen, and if a blow is not struck soon,
soldiers forgive and forget easily; moreover, if a man had no money he
could get his bit of tobacco and, perhaps, his glass of _eau-de-vie_
without begging for it. Giulia never wrote down the name of a man she
gave credit to; she said always: "It is not my honour, but yours, that
is at stake." That phrase with us was worth all the ledgers in the
world.
One evening I was sitting on the edge of the counter talking about
something or other to a corporal who had dropped in for a glass of
wine and had asked me to join him in the drink. In spite of the
difference in rank I consented, for I knew quite well that the social
position that the corporal used to hold was very much higher than my
own; as a matter of fact, the man had at one time a commission in the
British army, and his father draws to this very day a big pension
from the British Government But that is by the way. As we chatted
Giulia listened and was interested; we spoke of some affairs of the
battalion, and Giulia knew as much as we did of such things. We three
were the only persons in the canteen. I had just told Giulia to refill
the glasses, and she was about doing so when a man entered, a simple
soldier. I did not know him at the time; I found out afterwards
that he was a Hessian and bore the reputation of being taciturn and
unsociable, thereby rendering himself an object of dislike to all. He
called for a glass of brandy and drank it, then for another, which he
sipped slowly, and tried to enter into conversation with Giulia. The
corporal and I resumed the conversation interrupted by the Hessian's
entrance, and Giulia evidently preferred to listen to us rather than
to the new-comer. As he noted this he became rather angry, and made
some remark about his money being as good as another's, and that
canteen girls should be obliging to all customers. Giulia, who had a
hot temper, told him at once to finish his drink and to take himself
and his money elsewhere. The Hessian drank his brandy, and as he was
leaving said that she knew the difference between a simple soldier
and a sergeant-major, and if someone had no chevrons on his sleeve he
would soon be taught that it was unmannerly to sit on a counter in the
presence of a lady. My temper had been gradually rising and this was
too much for me. I jumped down from the counter, took off my belt and
bayonet, which I handed to Giulia, stripped off my tunic, and told the
scamp that there were no chevrons on my shirt. He was astonished, and
almost before he could put himself on his defence I had given him in
quick succession right and left fists in the eyes. I followed up the
attack vigorously, and in less than three minutes all the insolence
was taken out of him and he begged for mercy. Then I kicked him out of
the canteen and told him never again to enter it, put on my tunic and
sat down, this time on a chair.
"I must apologise," I said to Giulia; "I should not have sat on
the counter; in one sense he was right. I will not ask pardon for
quarrelling, for he offended you too."
"You may sit where you like, my sergeant-major," Giulia replied; "I
shall not be offended."
"But I should not sit on the counter."
"Sit where you wish," she repeated; "I shall be satisfied."
"Même sur vos genoux, mademoiselle," said the English corporal, with a
smile. Giulia blushed, laughed, and shook her head.
I may finish here about the Hessian. The story was told by him that I
had committed an unprovoked assault When the commandant heard this,
he sent for me. I told the truth, and my version of the affair was
corroborated by Giulia and the corporal. The commandant would take no
official notice of the affair, but he privately admonished me that it
was very wrong to take off my belt and tunic. "You should not have
undressed, even partially," he said, "in the presence of a lady and an
inferior." But he gave me no blame for the beating I gave the Hessian.
Here I must explain the military meaning of being undressed. If a
man is on duty and wearing a belt and bayonet, he is undressed if he
takes them off. Should he be supposed to wear white trousers and white
gaiters, he is undressed if he wears red trousers with black leggings.
So one can understand that, when the commandant admonished me for being
undressed in the presence of Giulia and the corporal, he referred
quite as much to the taking off of my belt and bayonet as he did to
the taking off of my coat. Soldiers have to be very particular about
their clothing and equipments; this is quite right, as it tends to good
discipline and order.
When the canteen closed for the evening Giulia and I smoked our
cigarettes as usual, while I sipped my glass of wine. We were
rather silent, for I was thinking of the quarrel and its probable
consequences; what Giulia thought of I cannot tell. At last I finished
my cigarette, carefully extinguished the end for fear of fire, and
drained my glass. I rose to go. Instead of shaking hands with me across
the counter--for she had been sitting inside all the time, whilst I
occupied a seat outside--Giulia came round to where I was and for the
first time asked me what I thought would happen.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," I replied; "what can happen? I had to do as I
did; I surely could not allow any man to misconduct himself here?"
"Yes, yes; but you took off your belt and tunic."
"Oh, that will never be mentioned; why should the scoundrel talk of
that?"
"Yes; but he will talk of it, and there will be trouble--trouble for
you on my account."
"Well, if there is to be trouble for me I shall not mind it, since it
will be on your account; were it on account of any other I should be
vexed."
"But you may lose your rank," she insisted.
"I shall not mind, so long as they leave me on duty in the canteen."
"But they may not leave you here; another may come."
"That is true," I answered, "and that is the only thing I am afraid of."
"You would like to stay here with me?" said Giulia, blushing as she
spoke.
"Always, always with you," I replied, and, putting my kepi on the
counter, I took her in my arms and kissed her full upon the lips.
Then we forgot all about the Hessian and thought only about ourselves.
I have no mind to write all about our love story; people who have loved
will understand, and those poor wretches who have never known what it
is to love passionately and to be as passionately loved could never
comprehend, were I to write till Doomsday about Giulia and myself.
At last the time came for parting. Giulia told me that she should not
sleep for thinking of what might happen as a result of the quarrel, but
I succeeded in calming her fears. "Trust me," I told her; "I took the
wisest course, though I did not think of that at the time. If I had
allowed the rascal to go away unpunished, the commandant would call me
a coward and say that I was unworthy to wear the military medal, and
all the officers and men would agree with him. Now the worst that can
be said is that I lost my temper and forgot my rank. Even that too will
be pardoned, since they will easily see that I could not allow myself
to be insulted in your presence without taking instant vengeance for
the affront." She grew more composed as I spoke, and I felt more at
ease; in comforting Giulia I comforted myself.
I did not get the message that the commandant wished to see me until
about three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day. All the morning I
had enough to do to prevent Giulia from breaking down; her eyes showed
that she had spent a restless night, a night of tears, but as the
morning wore on she almost forgot her anxiety in my cheering words and
more than cheering kisses. When a sergeant told me that I was wanted at
the officers' quarters Giulia broke down completely. I kissed her once
more, bade her be of good courage, and gave her over to the sergeant's
wife, whose kindness and tender sympathy were of inestimable value to
us both. The sergeant's wife was a good woman and deserved a better
fate than that which was her lot afterwards; but then, what will you?
It is only the good who suffer in this world; the bad are always to be
found at the top of the wheel.
Well, the commandant received me as I have already told, and after a
kind admonition--how kind these officers that men fear so much can be
when they like!--sent me away. I saluted, turned, walked a pace or
two, and then set off running at the top of my speed to the canteen. I
burst in the door, ran up the stairs, taking three steps at a time, and
bounded with a loud cry of joy into the room where Giulia was weeping.
I could say nothing, nothing intelligible at all events, but Giulia
understood. So did the sergeant's wife, for she discreetly went away
and left us to ourselves and our happiness.
Things went on badly for the Hessian. He was always an ill-liked
comrade, but this last affair was too bad indeed. All sympathised with
Giulia and myself, and the sympathy was not merely on account of the
chance a man had of getting tobacco and a glass of spirits when his
pockets were empty. Oh no; the legionaries were glad that they could
get a little credit, but then they always paid--that is, all paid
except the poor devils whose money was stopped for some reason or
other--and they were pleased with the canteen, pleased with Giulia, who
had been born in the battalion, and I think they were not discontented
on account of my position, for was not I a legionary like themselves?
So the Hessian was not spoken to, or only spoken to to be cursed; if
he replied he was beaten; if he complained, there were plenty to prove
that he was a bad comrade and that it was impossible to soldier with
him, and, unfortunately for himself, he had been known as an unsociable
fellow for a long time. The end was that he volunteered for Tonquin,
where there were some of ours still, and his captain was by no means
sorry to be rid of him, for one can never know what may occur when a
man is deservedly unpopular in the Legion and has not grace or tact
enough to get back to favour with his comrades.
As for Giulia and me, life was idyllic. We did not mind the laughing
jests of our comrades; they never went too far. There was a leaven of
the gentleman in the battalion, and this leaven leavened all the mass.
Then the really bad ones were afraid; the example of the Hessian was
too fresh in their minds. But, indeed, all were kind and agreeable.
That Giulia and I should be lovers had been obvious to all others long
before we ourselves thought of being such to one another, and when
the legionaries noticed that she lived for me alone, just as all my
thoughts were alone hers, they kept their coarse jokes to themselves
and were as polite to us as if we were far higher than they in social
position. Some of the songs were not of a moral kind, but as the
evening concert always took place outside the canteen Giulia was not
supposed to hear, and, indeed, when she did hear she did not always
understand. When she did comprehend she said nothing; one cannot be a
_cantinière_ in the Legion and a prude.
At this time Giulia and I were always together. Certainly while the
canteen was open I was outside the counter, often making one of a
party of sergeants who came to drink in comrade-like fashion with one
another; at other times merely going around to see that there was no
disorder--well, no more disorder and abandonment than are reasonable
in a canteen where belts are off and tongues wag freely. I very seldom
had any trouble, most of the legionaries kept within bounds, and those
who felt disposed to give a loose rein to the desire of ardent spirits
were prevented from doing so by a constant lack of money. Sometimes,
however, when some Russian or Prussian or Austrian had received money
from Europe there was a little danger of a free fight, and I, who had
been in the encounter at Three Fountains, did not like these things.
I had told Giulia about that trouble and she was just as concerned as
I, but she was concerned for my safety and my rank, while I was anxious
about her shop and herself. Any man can start a row--oh, it is quite
easy, I assure you--but it is not every man that can stop one. Besides,
I remembered how the huts were torn down at Three Fountains and the
Russian's advice to the old soldier sutler: "Take your goods and madame
away." The advice about madame seemed especially applicable to Giulia,
and yet I knew she would stay by me, and it was my duty to stay by the
canteen.
One day the English corporal whom I have mentioned came to the canteen
and asked Giulia to take care of some money for him. Giulia refused
point-blank, but said that he might speak to me. When I learned what
he wished me to do I at once saw the reasonableness of the request,
inasmuch as no man would like to keep so large a sum of money as
the corporal had in his own possession in a hut. The Englishman had
just received from home a Bank of England note for £100, and many a
simple soldier would kill him for such a sum. But, one may object,
how negociate such a billet in such a place? Oh, no one could do that
except the owner, or someone like Giulia, who would change it for
him in the regular way of business; but many a man was nearing the
end of his five years' service, and a Bank of England note could be
easily hidden for a time and in the end changed in Paris. One hundred
pounds!--twenty-five hundred francs!--why, it was a fortune.
I said that I would take the note and give him a receipt for it, and
that, as he drew money from Mademoiselle Julie, he could give receipts
until the full amount was withdrawn. He thanked me, gave me the note,
took a receipt, and immediately applied to Giulia in my presence for
a hundred francs. She gave him the money at my request and he gave me
an acknowledgment. That evening his squad was merry; he had given
them fifty francs to spend, the other fifty he spent with his brother
corporals.
On the following day he asked me about the stock in the canteen. I told
him that there was not at the time enough to justify him in giving a
spree to a section, but that in less than a week he could stand treat
to the battalion if he liked.
"Oh no; not the battalion, only the company."
"I understand," said I; "I know that you cannot go outside your own
company, but I spoke of the battalion merely to show you Mademoiselle
Julie's resources."
"I see," the corporal replied; "well, tell me when you are ready, and
my comrades shall enjoy an evening's carouse."
Let me now tell about the money. Of course, it was Giulia's, not
mine, and she kept it in her money box, which was snugly hidden in
her own room in a place that no one knew of except ourselves. Even
the sergeant's wife did not know it. She never entered Giulia's room
except on invitation. Giulia herself kept the place as it ought to be,
sweeping it, dusting the furniture, and having everything as neat and
clean as it could be in a palace. Once a week she gave me the key. I
went there with a couple of privates--of course, she then took the box
away--the legionaries with me removed everything to another place and
washed out the room and left it with windows and door open for a couple
of hours. They then returned, replaced the furniture, got a couple of
drinks, a couple of cigars and a franc, and went away satisfied. But
this is mere domestic economy.
Giulia also kept the receipt for the hundred francs. But, one will say,
why not transact the business without troubling me? Well, the amount
was so large and the money was so strange that she wished me to settle
everything for her, as I was, in her opinion, the one man in the world
who knew everything and was always right. Again, she knew how much I
prized her trust, and so was glad to pay me a delicate compliment.
Moreover, we were so closely united to each other now that it would
seem to so gentle and confiding, yet high-spirited a girl as she was
a breach of faith for her to engage in such a transaction without my
knowledge and consent. Yet when I asked Giulia why she had not taken
the money from the corporal at once, she only answered: "I don't know;
but I would not." Then she kissed me, and said: "I will never take
anything, unless you know about it and are satisfied."
What a sum of happiness the events, even the very words, of our lives
made at this time! Ah, well! the sum was soon to be added up, and the
total not exceeded, for ever.
About five days after my last conversation with the English corporal
the new stock arrived. It had cost altogether about two thousand
francs, and we--that is, Guilia and I--were sure to make at least five
or six hundred francs profit. When we ordered the stuff we expected
that it would last for some time, but now, knowing the corporal's
resources and intention, we settled that it would all be sold within a
week. We were not disappointed; in fact, the day after it arrived we
had to send an order for a similar quantity to our agent at Oran.
"I see that the new goods have arrived," said the Englishman to me as I
met him on the parade-ground.
"Yes," I replied. "I have been looking for you. If you tell me now how
much you want I can get it, and you can write out the receipt."
"Thanks, my sergeant-major; but you are a man of experience in these
things. You were at Three Fountains; is it not so?"
"Yes," I answered, laughing.
"Then will you tell me how much I ought to have for the entertainment
of my company?"
"Oh, five hundred francs will do well, but seven or eight hundred will
really be a generous amount to spend."
"Let me be very generous then; get me a thousand."
"Very well; but remember there will be change left. Let your squad
understand that they will have the spending of that, so shall you have
sentries guarding your sleep."
"You are right, my sergeant-major, you are right; I am obliged to you
for the hint. Will not Mademoiselle Julie give us a glass of wine, so
that we may clink our glasses together?"
"Oh, certainly. Nobody amongst the officers troubles about the canteen.
One can generally get a glass of _eau-de-vie_ or _vin ordinaire_ at any
reasonable hour. The commandant knows that no man is given more than he
can safely bear, and what is the use of being strict in such a place as
this?"
The corporal knew this. If a man wanted a drink at any hour when the
canteen was supposed to be shut, he could speak to me and I could get
it for him. He did not, however, enter the canteen; he had to take it,
and that quickly, at a window at the back. As a rule, men only wanted a
glass of brandy in the morning--about half-a-dozen at most; these were
the men who had had too much drink the evening before and who possessed
or borrowed the necessary coppers in the morning.
As the English corporal and I took our drinks together at the little
window, I told him the true story of Three Fountains. Giulia listened
with interest, though she had heard all about it before. Once I asked
her to refill the glasses. She said: "Do not continue until I return; I
wish to hear it all again." Of course, I waited for her return and then
proceeded with my tale. When I had finished, I said that I hoped there
would not be any such work here.
"Oh no," replied the corporal; "not if I can help it."
"You must not make them drunk," said Giulia.
"No, no, Madame Julie; I give you my word of honour."
It was the first time that she had been addressed as madame. She
blushed a rosy red, turned her head aside for a moment, and gave me one
swift glance of----Oh, I knew well what it meant and how it pleased me,
but I will say no more. The corporal was a gentleman and went away at
once. He finished his drink, raised his kepi, and said adieu.
There was a good deal of boisterous mirth that evening at the canteen
and around it. A couple of men did strike each other, but before any
serious damage was done, I had both under guard and on the road to the
guard-room. The rest took the hint; they saw that fighting meant loss
of the drink and fun of the evening, and a night in the guard-room
and punishment in the morning. A few men who were evidently overcome,
or nearly so, by the effects of the liquor were carried away to bed
by their comrades, and, taken all in all, the evening passed away
satisfactorily. Next morning, however, nearly a hundred men turned up
for _eau-de-vie_, and all had money. The corporal had been judiciously
generous; everyone was pleased.
The Englishman gave one more spree, three nights after, to his company,
but this second one did not cost him more than four hundred francs.
Then he spent two hundred francs one evening with his section; what was
left was kept for his squad. In acting as he did he followed the custom
of the Legion, but I have already said enough about that.
As he was drawing the last fifty francs I said to him in Giulia's
presence.
"Monsieur le caporal, you have spent your money as it should be spent,
but it may be a long time until you are rich again. Do not hesitate
if you want a litre of wine or some brandy or tobacco and have no
money. There has been a great profit in a short time; whenever you feel
inclined come and have your share of it."
"Yes," said Giulia; "you will be always welcome, whether your pockets
are full or empty."
"I thank you both," the Englishman replied, "and I like and respect you
too much not to take advantage now and then of your generous offer."
"Come as often as you like," I said; "you will always find a welcome,
and that not merely on account of the profit."
"Yes," said Giulia; "that is true."
"I will come," the corporal answered, "but not very often; such a
welcome is too good to be worn out." He lifted his kepi to Giulia,
bowed, and went away.
He did not come very often without money, only now and then, as he had
said, but, you see, he was very proud.