THE BUTCHER'S WIFE
Major Kellner was walking.
"I am saddle weary," he explained. "So I am walking for a time for a
rest and a change, while they lead my horse. Walk with me, you young
ones."
They found that Major Kellner, gruff as he was, was really an officer
of the same kindly type as Colonel Schmidt, whom it seemed he knew very
well.
"If Colonel Schmidt was satisfied to let you go, it is well," he said.
"Now tell me what you have seen."
There was not much, of course, that they could tell him. He was not
trying, it seemed, to extract military information from them, but
wanted to know how the Belgian people felt about the war.
"We have nothing against your people," he said. "It is the stupid
government that has caused all this trouble. Had King Albert submitted
to the inevitable, his country would not have suffered. We do not wish
to be harsh with the people."
"Then why are you burning their farmhouses and their villages
everywhere?" asked Arthur, boldly. "Standing on the hilltop, we could
see the smoke on all sides."
Major Kellner laughed.
"It is kind sometimes to be cruel," he said. "We have a great work to
do, and whoever stands in our way must suffer. We want the Belgians to
understand that if they do not oppose us, except with their armies,
they will be spared. But we must make an example of those who fire at
us treacherously, or who keep guns and other weapons after we have
ordered them to be given up. If we are severe with those who have
refused to heed the warning that we have given, it is so that the
others will pay more attention. It is better to burn a few villages
than to destroy your beautiful city of Brussels, is it not?"
"But why do either?" parried Arthur then.
"Because the lives of our soldiers must be guarded against the skulking
murderers who hide behind a window and shoot when there is no chance
for our men to reply. Our men take their lives in their hands when
they go to war, and if they die on the field of battle, they die
willingly because they know that it is for the Fatherland. So we must
preserve them for that glorious death."
Arthur was silent. He was not convinced, but he felt that it would do
no good to argue, and Paul, moreover, had managed to look at him, so
that he understood that his chum and leader wanted him to be quiet.
When they came near to Hannay Major Kellner mounted his horse again,
since he had to maintain his dignity when he was entering a captured
place, however small it might be. He spurred his horse on and took his
place at the head of the battalion.
"Now we're in a nice fix, aren't we?" said Arthur, disgustedly. "We're
further from our own army than ever! Likely to stay, too!"
"I hope that we shall be able to get away from here soon, Arthur. I
don't believe they'll hold us very long. And we're really in luck, I
suppose. If there are German troops all around, others would have held
us up, if we hadn't come on this detachment, and we've had proof for
ourselves that all the officers wouldn't treat us as well as Major
Kellner. Suppose it was that young lieutenant of Uhlans who had caught
us?"
Arthur made a grimace.
"Ugh!" he said. "Yes, that's true! Or a detachment that had that man
Ridder along! You're right, Paul. We might be a great deal worse off
than we are! But I'll tell you one thing. When we come back into
Hannay with the Germans, there will be a lot of people there who are
sure that we have been in league with them from the beginning."
"I hope not," said Paul, looking troubled. "But I'm afraid you're
right. They can't understand, of course. I don't blame them for
feeling as they do. But it's rather hard, when I was only trying to do
what would be best for them. And I believe we did save them from
having a very bad time there. You see, these people have a couple of
guns along. They're not very big, and they wouldn't make very much
impression on a fortified place, but if they were turned on a
defenseless village like Hannay, they would destroy it in a very few
minutes."
In Hannay, as the battalion marched in, past the remains of the
barricade, at which most of the men looked with a tolerant smile, the
street was again deserted. Major Kellner rode straight up to the
mairie, and Paul and Arthur could see that he was holding a conference
with the maire. The battalion was halted and during this conference
stood at ease. Then quick orders came back; never from the officers,
but always, Paul noticed, from the non-commissioned officers, to whom
the captains and lieutenants gave the commands.
Then the battalion split up. One company broke ranks and immediately
swarmed through the village, looking curiously at everything, while the
other marched on, passing out of sight before long in a cloud of dust.
Major Kellner remained with the company that stayed behind, and Paul
and Arthur, who were at liberty, seemingly, to wander about the village
as they pleased, saw him looking for quarters in disgust. After a time
he settled upon the house of the local doctor, and there he and the
officers were soon at home. Meanwhile the men scattered themselves in
the different houses of the place, two to each house, as a rule, though
sometimes there were more.
"Why are they staying here, I wonder?" said Arthur.
"I don't know," said Paul, with a shrug of his shoulders. "But I
suppose there will be fighting all along here if the Germans advance on
Brussels. It's all done on orders from the staff headquarters, you
see. If I knew what sort of a force was operating here, perhaps I
could tell you. I think Liege is being attacked by one army
corps--that's about forty-five thousand men, in three divisions. These
men may be part of a division that is operating independently, or they
may be getting their orders from the headquarters of a whole army."
"What do you mean by army? The whole German army?"
"No. You know roughly how they will divide their forces, don't you?
An army has a certain work to do. It may be of almost any size--two
hundred, three hundred, even five or six hundred thousand men. That
is, from five to fifteen army corps. It has its own commanding
general, who is responsible to the general staff. One plan that I've
heard talked about as likely to be used by the Germans is to have two
armies coming through Belgium, one through Luxembourg, one through
Lorraine and one from the Rhine Valley. Then they would have one army
in East Prussia and another in Silesia to fight against the Russians."
"I see. Paul, aren't you hungry? I am."
"So am I, now that you remind me of it! Let's see if we can't buy
something to eat. I think we can, if the Germans haven't taken
everything."
But now, as they went about trying to find someone to sell them food,
they found that Arthur's fear as to the opinion the villagers had of
them was justified by the facts. At first they met only excuses.
"I have had to give up all I can spare for the Prussians," they were
told.
But finally, when they went to the shop of Raymond the butcher, hoping
to buy some meat and cook it for themselves, they got plain speech.
"Go to your Prussian friends if you want food!" said Raymond, eyeing
them angrily. "You will get none from any good Belgian in Hannay, I
can tell you!"
"The Prussians are not our friends! They forced us to come back with
them because they had forbidden everyone to travel in the direction we
had taken," said Paul.
"Tell that to the gatepost!" said Raymond. "Be off with you! You
fooled our people this morning, but now they know the truth."
And so Paul and Arthur faced the prospect of going hungry. They might
have appealed to Major Kellner, who had shown himself inclined to be
friendly toward them, apparently because his boy was, like them, a Boy
Scout. But that neither of them would do.
"I'd rather go without than ask the Germans for anything!" said Arthur.
"So would I!" agreed Paul. "But I would like to get away from here."
That, however, proved to be impossible. Sentries were posted all about
the village, and new notices had been added to those the Uhlans had
posted earlier in the day, forbidding anyone to leave Hannay until
permission was given by the officer in command of the German troops.
"I could laugh if it weren't so unpleasant!" declared Paul. "These
poor people, whose village would be in ruins now except for us, think
we have betrayed them! And the Germans would send us home as
prisoners, if we were lucky, if they even guessed that it was because
of us that they were kept from taking Liege in their first attack!"
"The only one who gave us so much as a friendly look was the wife of
Raymond, the butcher," said Arthur, thoughtfully.
"Did you see that? So did I! I think perhaps he has got his courage
back and has frightened her--but she was on our side this morning, too.
Perhaps if we could see her alone, a little later, she would sell us
some food. I tell you what we will do. We will watch to see if he
does not go out, and then if the coast is clear, we will try her again."
"Yes. Paul, I shall never let them send a beggar away who asks for
food if we ever get home! I know now how they must feel."
The two scouts were in no danger of starvation, of course, and they
were plucky enough, as they had certainly proved, to be able to endure
a little discomfort if it were necessary. But they suffered the more
from their hunger because there was nothing for them to do. Until the
Germans revoked the order that kept them from leaving Hannay, they
could not make a move toward giving the proper authorities the
information they possessed. And so they tried to be patient while they
watched for Raymond to go out in the dusk that was now beginning to
fall.
They saw him several times, when men came to his shop and went in to
talk to him. And at last, when it was almost dark, he emerged, looking
stealthily about him as he came into the street, perhaps for German
soldiers. There were none near by. All save the sentries were
gathered together about a great fire that they had built, and were
singing while the busy camp cooks prepared their supper for them. This
was the first time that Paul and Arthur had heard German troops
singing. They were to learn, before long, that that was their usual
custom when they were off duty.
Now, as soon as the butcher was well out of sight--he had gone, they
noticed, in the direction of the barricade he had caused to be
built--the scouts went quickly to his place and went in. There was one
light placed by the door, but at first they could not see his wife.
Then they heard the sound of someone sobbing, and called. It was the
woman who had helped them in the morning.
"Oh!" she said, chokingly. "It is you! I hoped you would come--poor
boys! Here is a parcel of bread and meat I hid for you. Oh, I am in
such trouble!"
"Why? What is the matter?" asked Paul.
She trembled and for a moment seemed afraid to say more. Then she
gathered her courage.
"It is Raymond," she said. "He has concealed some guns! He and some
of the others mean to fire on the German officers!"
"But that is madness!" said Paul. "What good does he think that will
do?"
"He says that the men, without their officers, will be terrified and
will run away. He says it is an easy thing to do, since they think all
our men are afraid of them."
"It ought to be stopped for their own sake, and for the sake of
Hannay," said Arthur. "I thought Paul was wrong at first, but I can
see now that he was not."
"Do you know their plans? Tell me all you know," said Paul quickly, in
a tone of command.
"You will not--betray them to the Germans?"
"I am a Belgian," said Paul. "I shall try to save them and all in
Hannay from the ruin that such a thing would mean. You may trust me."
"Then the guns are hidden in the cellar of Marcel's wine shop. They
plan to get into the cellar from the back of the house, where there is
a concealed door. Very late one of them is to raise an alarm--how I do
not know. They expect the German officers to run out of the doctor's
house, and then they will shoot them down. It will not be before
midnight."
"Then there should be time enough to stop it," said Paul, with
decision. "Thank you for your bread and meat, madame. Perhaps we
shall repay you by saving your home and your husband's life. Come on,
Arthur."
"What will you do, Paul?" asked Arthur, when they were alone.
"I don't know yet, Arthur. I want to see this wine shop. Then perhaps
we can make up a plan together. It would be easy to tell the Germans,
but they would burn the wine shop. And I do not want to tell them if
there is another way."