A Rocket in the Camp.
In the first days of this excitement, upon a lovely July morning, Jane
sat alone in the balcony chamber, whose doors, leading to the garden,
were wide open. Outside, the glowing sunshine lay upon grass and shrub,
upon the waves of the river gliding past; the roses were in their full
splendor; beetles and butterflies flitted merrily past, and the large,
old-fashioned room, with its vine-wreathed windows, its high backed
chairs and sofas, its monotonously ticking wall-clock, looked as
peaceful and comfortable as if no outside alarm of war could disturb
the rest and peace of this house.
But no rest and peace lay upon the face of this young girl; bending low
over a newspaper, she seemed to be reading something which fettered her
whole attention; for in eager intentness, her glance followed the
lines, and she neither heard the advancing step nor saw the form which
stood close before her upon the balcony.
"Are you so much absorbed, Miss Jane?" said Atkins entering the room.
"You seem to have found something very interesting. But what can be the
matter with you?"
Jane had hastily risen, and turned her face to him; the newspaper was
still in her hand. If she had not been accustomed to such strict
self-control, perhaps her features would still more have betrayed the
stormy emotion which thrilled her whole being; now only the glowing
cheeks, the flaming eyes expressed it; but they said enough to give the
lie to her hasty subterfuge.
"It is nothing, nothing at all; only I am suffering from the
intolerable heat, from which I have vainly sought refuge here."
Atkins gazed at her distrustfully, and a sudden thought seemed to occur
to him; there was only one single topic upon which he had ever seen
Jane excited.
"Have you learned anything further of that affair? Have you found a new
trace?"
Jane had already mastered her emotion. She calmly laid down the paper.
"Nothing of that sort; nothing at all! I was hoping, on the contrary,
that you came to bring me new tidings."
He shook his head. "I have received none; I expected none. The
authorities at this moment have neither time nor inclination for
private researches; these would be difficult to them now, when
everything human and otherwise, is so out of place. A journey on our
part would be of no avail; aside from the impossibility of travelling
now, we do not know where to go. Weeks may pass before we receive an
answer to our last letter; we shall be obliged to wait."
"Wait!" echoed Jane, "yes, wait forever! And meantime we lose the clue
we have just found. How sad it was that this fisherman and his wife
must die!"
"It was a very fortunate thing for you and young Mr. Forest," returned
Atkins dryly; "for this alone rescued him from the circle into which
untoward fates had thrown him. We certainly do not know upon what
footing he entered that clergyman's house; let us hope it was as a
foster-son, and that all former neglect was there repaired. In any
other case the much desired re-union might be very painful; or, would
it be a matter of indifference to you, Miss Jane, to find your nearest
blood relation unfitted to move in your own sphere?"
The young lady was silent. She had often thought that she should find
her brother poor,--but low or ill-bred,--the idea had never for a
moment occurred to her; and it now won scarce a moment's power over
her; her whole pride rose against it.
"My brother has the blood of his father in his veins; that tolerates no
lowness! If he lives, he has risen above a sphere unworthy of him. I
know that!"
"Without having learned either to read or write? Ahem! You forget that
education aided your father in all his undertakings. A student who has
received his education in a German high school, is fitted for any
station in life. A fisherboy--well I hope our excellent clergyman has
saved us from that mortification; but this war, which has so suddenly
broken out, plays us a sorry game; it brings all our researches to an
end."
With a sigh of impatience, Jane resumed her seat, while Atkins stepped
to the table and took up the newspaper in which he had found her so
absorbed.
"Have you read the 'Appeal to the German Nation' that stands at the
head of the first column?" asked he.
"Yes," came hesitatingly, and as it were with inward reluctance, from
Jane's lips.
"A strange composition!" said Atkins, half mockingly, and half with a
gravity not usual to him. "I do not comprehend how a man can mix such a
senseless lot of poetry into the prose of a newspaper article. In any
event, the author of this must be some sort of a poet, and certainly
none of the worst. A mere journalist surely has not written it: it has
altogether too much."
"Inspiration!" added Jane, with that rare uplighting of her dark eyes.
"Yes, but that means it is extravagant! Well, this German inspiration
always is! But the article has genius and fire, we must admit that; and
in the present excitement of B., which is already at the boiling point,
it will be like a spark in a powder-keg. Half the city has already lost
its senses over it, every student in the university is frantic; the
words are setting fire to everything, like congreve rockets. I only
wonder how long this brilliant display of fireworks is going to last."
Jane glanced at him somewhat scornfully. "But all this at least gives
you a change," she said not without irony. "You found Germany so dull,
past all endurance."
"Yes, I did find it so!" growled Atkins, "but I would rather endure the
former dulness than be here among a crazy people, whose only
praiseworthy virtues, humility and modesty, are now entirely discarded.
Do you suppose that they now respect us foreigners, that they concern
themselves at all about us? I am horribly neglected at my hotel; every
care and attention is for the German officers. On the streets, at
re-unions, in conversation, I am every hour made to feel how utterly
superfluous a being I am among these Teutonic gentlemen. Your amiable
Herr Frederic thinks it no longer necessary to place the least rein
upon his bearish nature, and seems every day to develope a greater
appetite for devouring me at breakfast. Even the good Frau Stephen
begins to assert herself! Did she not yesterday say something really
malicious to you when you would not allow yourself to be pressed into
her patriotic committee? Would she have dared this a little while ago?
They are rebelling even against you, Jane; you must see it. Heiress!
American! Englishman! All these are nothing to them, now that they have
become a united people. They need none of us any more; they are
Germans."
At the last words, a deep flush mounted to Jane's forehead, but she did
not look up.
"I have declared to my aunt, that as soon as there are suffering and
danger to relieve, I will be in my place; but that I think these
enthusiastic demonstrations, in which the ladies now so much delight,
unnecessary and superfluous."
"And so they are!" replied Atkins, excitedly. "Hold your ground there,
at least! Do not yield a foot's-breadth. And now just hear that uproar
at the doorbell! I would wager, that here is again some newly aroused
patriot, who, a week ago, rang the bell modestly, and now, as a matter
of course, introduces himself with this deafening clamor!"
The malice of the American had this time been directed against his
host. It was Doctor Stephen who now opened the door, and rather
excitedly entered.
"Well, and even this shall--Ah, I beg your pardon, I did not know that
any one was here. But I had to ring three times before the maid stirred
out of her kitchen. When Frederic is not in the house all goes wrong."
"And I, too, missed our distinguished porter!" said Atkins with that
extraordinary politeness which with him always concealed some malice.
"In any event, we must congratulate the Prussian army upon such an
acquisition."
"Yes, Frederic has received marching orders," said the doctor, with a
suppressed sigh. "He rode over to H. yesterday, but is to return. The
professor went at the same time."
"Professor Fernow? And what has he to do in H.?"
"He must submit to the formality of an examination, which in times like
these none can easily avoid. Of course it will be only a form with him,
but we shall have to lose Frederic. We can get along without him; but
how the professor, who he has so petted and spoiled, can content
himself with another servant, Heaven only knows!"
So saying, the doctor stepped over to his niece, who seeming to pay no
heed to the conversation, had again taken up the newspaper. He looked
over her shoulder at the sheet.
"I think you exaggerate Professor Fernow's interest in unlearned and
practical things," said Atkins mockingly. "Behind his writing-table and
his folios, he will as little remark the change of servants, as he
would have remarked anything of the war, if he had not been obliged to
take that journey to H."
The doctor's small gray eyes gleamed with a peculiar malicious pleasure
as he glanced over to the American, "Ah! Do you really think so? Have
you read the 'Appeal to the German nation' which appears in the journal
today?"
"Yes," replied Jane hastily, while with a sudden intentness, she raised
her eyes to her uncle.
"And you too, Mr. Atkins?"
"The congreve rocket which this morning set afire the good city of B.,
and will probably enflame hundreds of other cities? Yes, Doctor
Stephen, we have read it."
"That delights me. The congreve rocket came out of my house--the
article is by Professor Fernow."
Jane trembled, and let the journal fall as if she had all at once taken
a glowing coal into her hand; but Mr. Atkins started from his chair,
stood erect a moment, and then just as suddenly sat down again.
"It is not possible!" said he dryly.
"Well, I have heard that word at least thirty times to-day?" replied
the doctor triumphantly, without feeling in the slightest degree
offended. "All have cried out to me, 'impossible!' I could not have
believed it myself if the awkwardness of Frederic, who was sent to take
the article to the printing office, had not revealed all. I naturally
awaited its effect, and then I gave my secret to the four winds. It
fell like a bomb into the university; it has kindled a fire everywhere.
The professor must make up his mind to a reception when he returns, and
I to a scene with him, for he will be enraged at my indiscretion. Bah!
He did not take me into his confidence, I had no silence to keep. What
do you say to all this, Jane!"
"I? nothing!" said Jane with the severest tone and emphasis that lay at
her command. Then she turned away, went to the window, and pressed her
forehead against the panes.
"And you, Mr. Atkins!"
The gentleman addressed leaned back resignedly in his chair.
"I shall await further developments, Doctor Stephen. You will perhaps
next inform me that the professor has stormed a battery, and that
Frederic has given an archaeological lecture in his place. Do not seek
to spare me in the least; I am prepared for all; I shall never again be
surprised at anything here in Germany."
The Doctor laughed aloud; but his merriment all at once ceased, and he
gazed anxiously out at the window.
"What has happened now? Here is Frederic coming back already, and in
such haste! What is the matter with the fellow? He seems greatly
agitated."
It was surely Frederic hastening at a full run through the garden. He
now burst into the room in such excitement that even the presence of
the much feared American Miss and her more hated companion, did not
affect him in the least.
"What is the matter?" asked the doctor hastily. "Has anything happened,
Frederic?"
"Yes," whispered Frederic, breathlessly. "Something has happened--the
Herr Professor"--
"An accident? Where? Upon the railway or over in H. Speak out quickly!"
urged the doctor, in serious alarm.
"Over in H.!" burst out Frederic despairingly. "The Herr Professor--he,
too, is going with us to the field--we march to-morrow morning!"
The momentary effect of these words was a deathly silence. Jane had
turned around, and was gazing at the unhappy messenger as if she
seriously doubted his sanity; the doctor stood there as if struck by a
thunderbolt; but Mr. Atkins, after an instant's pause, said, half
aloud:--
"Now, nothing is really wanting, now, but Herr Frederic's lecture upon
archaeology!"
"But are my military colleagues fools?" broke out the doctor, in great
exasperation. "Professor Fernow declared capable of bearing arms! My
patient, who I have attended for three years! How in Heaven's name has
this happened?"
"I do not know how it really came about," said Frederic, to whom
anxiety and excitement had lent a wonderful gift of speech; "but it is
my master's own fault. I was standing very near him when one of the
doctors gave him a side glance, shrugged his shoulders, and said: 'Well
you are not fit for military duty; you could scarce carry a musket!'
God only knows why the Herr Professor took this so ill; his whole face
all of a sudden became red as blood; he gave the doctor an angry
glance, drew back a few steps, and then said in a loud voice: 'I beg at
least for an examination!' 'If that is all, you shall have it,'
answered the surgeon-in-chief, and you can yourself decide"--
"Was it the surgeon-in-chief?" interrupted the doctor. "I should have
supposed so! He takes all! even those who, at the very first march,
will have to be left lying in the hospital. Well, go on!"
"He only asked: 'Have you any illness?' 'No!' answered the Herr
Professor, and set his teeth together, for the men were all staring at
him. Then he drew himself up, his face became fire-red even to the
forehead, and he did not look at all sick. The surgeon gave him a
slight examination, and then said: 'Nonsense, colleagues, we cannot now
be so critical; his chest and lungs are sound; this slight weakness
comes from close confinement and study, and will soon pass away. You
are accepted, never fear!' I thought I had received a paralytic stroke,
and the Herr Professor drew a breath deep enough to rend his breast."