In Warsaw's By-ways
On the day of Warsaw's downfall, a little girl, perhaps three years of
age, wandered to the door of the comfortable old house where the
Morrises lived. She was dressed with the greatest richness. She was
unable to tell her name, or indeed give the slightest clue to her home
or family. Ivan and the servants declared her a child of the nobility,
but were unable to gain any information from her broken baby talk. She
played contentedly with Elinor all day, and at night when she was
prepared for bed, they found secreted under her dress jewels fit for a
king. Chains of diamonds and rubies encircled her baby neck, and rings
of the greatest value were sewed to her garments, while great brooches
were pinned in rows on her little skirts. Professor Morris, after
pronouncing the collection worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars,
stuffed the lot in a couple of his coat pockets with the remark that he
had better put them away!
Evelyn, however, took the jewels, and sewing them securely in a belt,
fastened it around her own waist for safekeeping. No one doubted that
the pretty child would soon be claimed. They soon discovered that her
name was Rika, but more than that she could not tell them. She did not
seem to feel very lonely or frightened, although she fretted at bed
time, calling over and over some name they could not catch.
Elinor was as delighted with her as though she had been given a
beautiful new doll; and now Evelyn felt sure that they would remain
together unless parted by force-or death. The last thought struck to her
heart like a chill, but she would not admit even the possibility of such
a thing. The certainty that the children had been drugged and carried
off in the two sacks battled constantly with the hope that the boys
would find them playing around the corner, or hidden in some
unfrequented spot. So it was with a cheerful trust that she said
good-bye to the two young workingmen who presently issued from the door
of the great store building, and went rapidly up the deserted and torn
up street.
They did not dare run. Rather, they slunk along from building to
building as though fearful of being seen. When they passed a wrecked
chimney, fallen across the street, Warren rubbed some of the soot and
grime on his face and clothes, and told Ivan to do the same. He thought
very wisely that they looked too clean and neat for the parts they were
endeavoring to enact. In addition to the soot, they were soon soiled and
torn from scrambling over wreckage and even Evelyn would not have
recognized them.
Soon reaching the residence portion of the city, they began an immediate
search for Boy Scouts. Out of the hundred or so in their section, they
were fortunate enough to find ten. Several of these were searching
frantically for relatives and friends. Not one but had lost someone dear
to him. They scattered with a will when Warren and Ivan told them about
the two children, but the boys who had been nearest the Professor's
house, all said that they had not seen the little girls at all. There
were no troops moving about that part while the boys were talking and
planning, and they were not molested in any way when they scattered and
began to search every foot of the neighborhood. Noon found Warren, Ivan,
Jack and a couple of others near a wrecked and deserted bakeshop. There
was no one to ask and none to object when they scrambled over the heaps
of stone and plaster and wood, and tried the doors of the great ovens.
Sure enough, there they found, well cooked and safe, a supply of bread
and meat and sweets. Warren and Jack were broken-hearted at the absence
of the slightest clue to Elinor, but they made a manly effort and
managed to eat a good and nourishing meal, because they knew that they
must keep up every bit of strength they had.
At three o'clock by agreement they all met at the Professor's house. Not
one had secured a single clue. They had searched every empty and ruined
building and had asked every person that they had seen. No one had been
able to tell them anything that sounded at all helpful. Warren had
thought that the fact that the strange child wore a scarlet dress would
be the means of tracing them immediately; but according to the people
they questioned, half the children in Warsaw had worn scarlet dresses or
coats. Warren was sick with despair. After a short talk, the boys
scattered again, working out from the Professor's house like the spokes
of a wheel for about half a mile. As Warren decided that he had about
reached the limit agreed upon, he stood thinking, when the shrill Scout
whistle sounded at his right. It was the signal to gather, and Warren's
heart leaped with delight as he thought, "Elinor is found."
He crossed the space like a whirlwind, leaping over fallen walls and
dashing around buildings in his mad race.
He found the Scout who had whistled standing at the sagging door of what
had once been a comfortable home.
"Where is she?" cried Warren as he reached the doorway.
The boy shook his head. He was deathly pale, and trembled.
"It is not your sister; you may be glad of that; but we must do
something. Go in!"
Four other Scouts came panting up, all flushed with the hope that Elinor
had been found. They followed the boy who had pushed Warren through the
hall and through another door. Warren stopped appalled.
Half the wall was gone. A bomb had evidently struck the house. On the
bed a young woman lay. She was quite dead. Her ashy face told it without
the evidence of the blood in which she was bathed. By her side lay a
tiny girl. She, too, was still and cold in the last sleep of death, but
by a strange mischance of war, a baby lay unharmed in the young mother's
arms.
Unattended, uncomforted and cold, it had lain there for hours; yet it
lived, and as the boys entered sent up a feeble wail. Shaken to the
heart, Warren walked to the bed and picked up the infant. Its cries had
dwindled to a feeble whining, and it shivered. Warren hastily unfastened
his blouse, and pressed the little being to the warmth of his body. He
could feel it press against him, or so it seemed to him, as he stood
there in that chamber of death. His course, however, seemed clear. The
living child in his arms must be cared for, and at once. He could only
think of Evelyn. The hospitals were either shattered or filled with too
many wounded soldiers. There was no room in any place of that sort now
for a little baby. Life was cheap in Warsaw that day. He would take it
to Evelyn and she would take care of it somehow. His own little Elinor
he dared not think of.
It was with an almost breaking heart that he and the other boys rapidly
retraced their steps and finally gained the warehouse. As he went up the
long stairs, Professor Morris left his corner, and stood ready to greet
them. He was smiling.
"Well, well, where is Elinor?" he asked testily.
"We did not find her," answered Warren curtly. He was so tired that he
staggered as he walked. He gained the top of the steps and, crossing
unsteadily to Evelyn, laid the baby in her arms. Its little pinched
face, and bloodstained dress prepared her for Warren's story.
"It is nearly starved," she said. "What shall we give it?"
"I know," said Ivan. "Babies all drink milk, don't they? There is a
court down below, and when we went out I saw a couple of goats in it."
It was true, and the poor creatures were glad enough to be milked. The
baby, finally fed and warmed, slept exhausted in Evelyn's arms.
In all the cruel war whose dark shadow obscured Europe a great deal of
suffering fell to the share of the poor little babies and the small
children. To older children war could be explained. It was a vast and
terrible something that swept away homes and food and comfort. It was a
monster that devoured fathers and brothers, and left families without
support, and homeless. But there was a reason that could be told, and
which they could understand more or less.
But the tiny ones, alas! What could be told them when their little world
tumbled, when they were carried out from warmth and safety, when food
was denied; when the bosoms that had warmed them grew cold and
unresponsive, what could they do but suffer and die the slow, torturing
death of hunger and cold?
Their little cries arose to heaven, there were no ears to hear them when
the thunder of guns drowned all else. Poor, poor babies! Born, many of
them, to enlighten the world with new discoveries, to cure the
afflicted, to bring joy, they have perished as surely or a cause which
they could not understand as have the soldiers in the trenches.
When great nations are falling, and men are being mowed down like grass,
in numbers beyond the counting, the lives of little babies can only be
held precious by mothers who guard them with their every breath.
The poor little bit of humanity found by the boys would soon have closed
its little eyes in the death which had so suddenly overtaken the mother
and sister. But it proved a sturdy little scrap, and after drinking all
the milk they dared give it, cried for more.
It was a pretty child, well dressed and well cared for, and Evelyn
studied it with tender interest as it lay contentedly in her arms. As
she hushed and soothed it into sleep, she talked with her brothers.
Professor Morris had gone to the other end of the long room, and they
could hear him groan as he walked the floor.
"Don't you think that it would be safe now for us to go back home?" said
Evelyn. "We can always prove that we are Americans, and I think there
will be no more lawlessness. What do you think?"
Warren remembered the soldier with the wounded shoulder.
"We can't leave Peter here," he said.
"Why no, but he managed to get up here with help, and I think we can get
him home with us. I don't know what else to do, unless Anna is willing
to stay with him until morning."
"That's the thing to do," said Warren, "but Anna is such a scare cat."
"She ought to be willing to stay with her own brother!" declared Evelyn.
"That shoulder will kill him unless cold water is kept on it all the
time, until we can get hold of a doctor or get him to a hospital."
"The hospitals are so full that you can't get inside the doors," said
Warren.
"I found that out today."
"Well, we will ask Anna, anyway," she said. She called to the governess,
who approached at once. Telling her the plan, Evelyn waited for the
woman to speak.
"Surely that is a wise plan indeed," she said, to their great relief.
"Peter could not be moved tonight. He is full of fever. And someone will
find our little Elinor, and take her home. Then what could they do if
the house was deserted?"
"I never thought of that," said Evelyn in a grief-stricken tone. "Let us
hurry and get back before it is dark."
"Yes," said Warren, "we could not make it at all in the dark. The lights
are all gone, and the streets are nearly impassable in lots of places.
Get dad, and come on. Don't forget the book," he added, smiling
bitterly.
They hastily brought blouses and overalls from the clothes room below
and made as comfortable a bed for Peter as they could. There was plenty
of goat's milk to drink, and bread from the bake shop, with which Warren
had thoughtfully had the boys fill their pockets.
Then, as the dusk gathered, they hurried out, Professor Morris clasping
the bulky manuscript, Evelyn carrying the sleeping baby, while Warren
and Ivan supported her on either side, and Jack went ahead to pick out
the safest path.
They reached the house after a hard walk, and were soon feeling some
sense of bodily comfort after all the hardships of the day. They decided
to act as nearly as possible as though they were but little disturbed by
the past events, and to assume the position of foreigners who felt
themselves under the protection of their own government.
Naturally, all their thoughts were of Elinor, but night had fallen black
and stormy, and in all the confusion and lawlessness there was nothing
to be done but wait as best they could for morning.
In spite of his anxiety, Warren slept heavily and did not awaken until
his sister shook him, and he opened his eyes to find that it was seven,
7 o'clock.
"No news, Warren dear," said Evelyn. "Only that that poor little baby is
certainly better. Oh, Warren, it is so cunning! I do hope it will be all
right. I want to keep it if we do not find its father. All the rest of
its family must be dead." She sat down on the edge of Warren's bed. "Do
you know," she said, "I feel as though everyone besides ourselves is
hurt or lost or dead or kidnapped? I have been thinking what I would do
if anyone kidnapped me. I would try so hard to leave some sort of a
message. I think if I had my diamond ring on, I would try to scratch
something on a window pane."
Warren smiled. "Try some other plan, Evvy," he said. "They wouldn't be
apt to wait while you found a window and scratched a letter on it."
"You never can tell," said the girl. "Anyhow, that is what I would try
to do. Get up now, Warren, I have a nice hot breakfast for you. Ivan is
dressed and has been out getting things to eat."
Warren hurried down and enjoyed the nice breakfast his sister had
prepared. Jack, who had had his meal earlier, was awkwardly holding the
baby, and seemed quite overcome by the task.
Breakfast over, Warren went with Ivan to the door, and stood for a
moment looking down the street. A couple of men, very evil looking and
dark browed, approached slowly, and passed on in the direction of the
open market. Ivan glanced carelessly at the pair, then stifled an
exclamation of surprise. As they reached a safe distance, he clutched
Warren by the arm.
"Look, look!" he cried. "Those are the two men who were with the woman
with the sacks."
"What!" cried Warren tensely. "Come!" He started out, and together they
followed the two men.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ivan.
"Shadow them until I find where they stay. That woman is no doubt there,
wherever that is."
"I follow," said Ivan briefly.
Warren paused. "You can't come," he said regretfully. "Someone has got
to look after dad, and as this is a dangerous job, it is my right, as
the older, to do it. I wish you could come, but you see how it is, don't
you?"
"I suppose so," said Ivan mournfully, "but get back so soon as you can.
And if you find Elinor, and need help about getting her away, come back
or send, and I will bring all the Scouts down."
The boys shook hands and parted, Ivan hurrying back to the house with
the news, while the soiled work boy slouched along after the two
skulking villains ahead.
At the open market a few hucksters, braver than most, were selling meat
and vegetables to as many as dared come and buy. The men ahead bought
freely as though money was plenty. Laden down with supplies, they
finally turned and, walking rapidly, plunged down toward the river where
the narrow, twisted streets invited criminals of every kind.
Warren, following them as far off as possible, had to act and think
quickly at times in order to keep track of them. Finally they turned
into a street or alley leading directly to the river, and as Warren
hurried after them they disappeared as suddenly as though they had sunk
into the earth. Warren darted forward.
It was a row of dismal, crowded houses, and Warren was too far away to
know just where the men had turned in. They had disappeared within one
of the doors, and Warren walked openly and boldly along, studying each
house. It was a rash and reckless thing to do.
Warren forgot the teachings of his order, for there is nothing more
persistently urged on a Boy Scout than caution. If Warren had not been
so intensely excited, he would have remembered this. But of course his
excitement was an excuse for forgetting. It is when we are in dangerous
and exciting situations that we must train ourselves to have every
faculty at our command.
It is the commonest thing in the world to hear people tell what they
might have done, and unfold plans conceived after the necessity for them
was past. Such plans make good reading, but poor history.
Warren, of course, tramping hastily down a deserted street, lay open to
disaster, and the defeat of his purpose. If he had reconnoitered as
carefully as he had followed his game, he would have been able to locate
them without the least suspicion on their part that they had been
shadowed. It then would have been simple to have watched for some
unguarded moment, when the boys could easily have gained entrance to
their quarters and secured the children.
There is no great deed accomplished in this world where caution does not
play a great part. In war, in business, in sports, the man who looms the
biggest after the game is done and people have the time to study things,
is the man who had never once failed to exercise a proper amount of
caution. In a fairy story this warning is given: "Be bold; be bold--but
not too bold."
You see caution does not question or hesitate or delay too long. Caution
keeps right on, but slowly and with a careful regard to safe footing.
Caution keeps you from rocking the boat, and pointing the loaded gun,
and skating near the thin ice. It keeps you from the heels of the
kicking horse. It makes the good general save his men.
Warren forgot. After blocks and blocks of trailing, he bolted down the
street, examining each house with anxious excitement.
Finally he discovered footmarks leading toward a dark, heavy door, and
he stood looking the place over. It was a tall, narrow place which had,
centuries past, been used as a dwelling. What it was at present Warren
could not guess, unless it had fallen to the level of the damp, rat
infested hovel where crime and disease are bred daily in old towns like
Warsaw. Strange carvings of dragons and monsters upheld the eaves and
formed the heavy water spouts. The tiny, windows were bare and
curtainless. They swung open in the wind that blew from the Vistula.
Warren stood looking. He was all alone in the street.