the major-第58部分
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It was a strange crowd that gathered about the entrance to the drill hall; not the usual assemblage of noisy; idly curious folk of the lighter weight that are wont to follow a marching battalion or gather to the sound of a band。 It was composed of substantial and solid people; serious in face and quiet in demeanour。 They were there on business; a business of the gravest character。 As the girls stood waiting they heard far down Broadway the throbbing of drums。
〃Listen; Ethel;〃 cried Jane。 〃The Pipes!〃
〃The Pipes !〃 echoed Ethel in great excitement。 〃The Kilties!〃
Above the roll and rattle of the drums they caught those high; heart…thrilling sounds which for nearly two hundred years have been heard on every famous British battlefield; and which have ever led Scotland's sons down the path of blood and death to imperishable glory。
A young Ninetieth officer; intent on seeing that the way was kept clear for the soldiers; came striding out of the armoury。
〃Oh; there's Frank Smart;〃 said Ethel。 〃I wish he would see us。〃
As if in answer to her wish; Smart turned about and saw them in the crowd。 Immediately he came to them。
〃I didn't know you were a soldier; Frank;〃 said Jane; greeting him with a radiant smile。
〃I had almost forgotten it myself;〃 said Frank。 〃But I was at church yesterday and I went home and looked up my uniform and here I am。〃
〃You are not going across; Frank; are you?〃 said Ethel。
〃If I can。 There is very strong competition between both officers and men。 I have been paying little attention to soldiering for a year or so; I have been much too busy。 But now things are different。 If I can make it; I guess I will go。〃
〃Oh; Frank; YOU don't need to go; said Ethel。 I mean there are heaps of men all over Canada wanting to go。 Why should YOU go?〃
〃The question a fellow must ask himself is rather why should he stay;〃 replied the young officer。 〃Don't you think so; Jane?〃
〃Yes;〃 said Jane; drawing in her breath sharply but smiling at him。
〃Do you want to go in?〃 asked Frank。
〃Oh; do let's go in;〃 said Ethel。
But Jane shrank back。 〃I don't like to go through all those men;〃 she said; 〃though I should like greatly to see Kellerman;〃 she added。 〃I wonder if I could see him。〃
〃Kellerman?〃
〃Yes; he's Jane's special; you know;〃 said Ethel。 〃They ran close together for the German prize; you remember。 You don't know him? A little Jew chap。〃
〃No; I don't know him;〃 said Smart。 〃But you can certainly see him if you wish。 Just come with me; I will get you in。 But first I have got to see that this way is kept clear for the Highlanders。〃
〃Oh; let's wait to see them come up;〃 said Ethel。
〃Well; then; stand here;〃 said Frank。 〃There may be a crush; but if you don't mind that we will follow right after them。 Here they come。 Great lads; aren't they?〃
〃And they have their big feather bonnets on; too;〃 said Ethel。
Down the street the Highlanders came in column of fours; the pipe band leading。
〃Aren't they gorgeous?〃 said Smart with generous praise for a rival battalion。 〃Chesty…looking devils; eh?〃 he added as they drew near。 〃You would think that Pipe Major owned at least half of Winnipeg。〃
〃And the big drummer the other half;〃 added Ethel。 〃Look at his sticks。 He's got a classy twirl; hasn't he?〃
Gorgeous they were; their white spats flashing in time with their step; their kilts swaying free over their tartan hose and naked knees; their white tunics gleaming through the dusk of the evening; and over all the tossing plumes of their great feather bonnets nodding rhythmically with their swinging stride。
〃Mighty glad we have not to fight those boys;〃 said Frank as the column swung past into the armoury。
The crowd which on other occasions would have broken into enthusiastic cheers to…night stood in silence while the Highlanders in all their gorgeous splendour went past。 That grave silence was characteristic of the Winnipeg crowds those first days of war。 Later they found voice。
〃Now we can go in。 Come right along;〃 said Smart。 〃Stand clear there; boys。 You can't go in unless you have an order。〃
〃We ar…r…e wantin' tae join;〃 said a Scotch voice。
〃You are; eh? Come along then。 Fall into line there。〃 The men immediately dropped into line。 〃Ah; you have been there before; I see;〃 said Smart。
〃Aye; ye'er…r…r right ther…r…re; sir…r…r;〃 answered the voice。
〃You will be for the Kilties; boys?〃 said Frank。
〃Aye。 What else?〃 asked the same man in surprise。
〃There is only one regiment for the Scotchman apparently;〃 said Frank; leading the way to the door。 〃Just hold these men here until I see what's doing; will you?〃 he said to the sentry as he passed in。 〃Now; then; young ladies; step to your right and await me in that corner。 I must see what's to be done with these recruits。 Then I shall find Kellerman for you。〃
But he had no need to look for Kellerman; for before he returned the little Jew had caught sight of the young ladies and had made his way to them。
〃Why; how splendid you look; Mr。 Kellerman;〃 said Ethel。 〃I did not know you were in the Ninetieth。〃
〃I wasn't until Friday。〃
〃Do you mean to say you joined up to go away?〃 inquired Ethel。
〃That's what;〃 said Kellerman。
〃But you areI meanI do not see〃 Ethel stopped in confusion。
〃What you mean; Miss Murray; is that you are surprised at a Jew joining a military organisation;〃 said Kellerman with a quiet dignity quite new to him。 Formerly his normal condition was one of half defiant; half cringing nervousness in the presence of ladies。 To…night he carried himself with an easy self…possession; and it was due to more than the uniform。
〃I am afraid you are right。 It is horrid of me and I am awfully sorry;〃 said Ethel; impulsively offering him her hand。
〃Why did you join; Mr。 Kellerman?〃 said Jane in her quiet voice。
〃Why; I hardly know if I can tell you。 I will; though;〃 he added with a sudden impulse; 〃if you care to hear。〃
〃Oh; do tell us;〃 said Ethel。 But Kellerman looked at Jane。
〃If you care to tell; Mr。 Kellerman;〃 she said。
The little Jew stood silent a few minutes; leaning upon his rifle and looking down upon the ground。 Then in a low; soft voice he began: 〃I was born in PolandGerman Poland。 The first thing I remember is seeing my mother kneeling; weeping and wringing her hands beside my father's dead body outside the door of our little house in our village。 He was a student; a scholar; and a patriot。〃 Kellerman's voice took on a deeper and firmer tone。 〃He stood for the Polish language in the schools。 There was a riot in our village。 A German officer struck my father down and killed him on the ground。 My mother wiped the blood off his white faceI can see that white face nowwith her apron。 She kept that apron; she has it yet。 We got somehow to London soon after that。 The English people were good to us。 The German people are tyrants。 They have no use for free peoples。〃 The little Jew's words snapped through his teeth。 〃When war came a week ago I could not sleep for two nights。 On Friday I joined the Ninetieth。 That night I slept ten hours。〃 As he finished his story the lad stood staring straight before him into the moving crowd。 He had forgotten the girls who with horror…stricken faces had been listening to him。 He was still seeing that white face smeared with blood。
〃And your mother?〃 said Jane gently as she laid her hand upon his arm。
The boy started。 〃My mother? Oh; my mother; she went with me to the recruiting office and saw me take the oath。 She is satisfied now。〃
For some moments the girls stood silent; unable to find their voices。 Then Jane said; her eyes glowing with a deep inner light; 〃Mr。 Kellerman; I am proud of you。〃
〃Thank you; Miss Brown; it does me good to hear you say that。 But you have always been good to me。〃
〃And I want you to come and see me before you go;〃 said Jane as she gave him her hand。 〃Now will you take us out through the crowd? We must get along。〃
〃Certainly; Miss Brown。 Just come with me。〃 With a fine; soldierly tread the young Jew led them through the crowd and put them on their way。 He did not shake hands with them as he said good…bye; but gave them instead a military salute; of which he was apparently distinctly proud。
〃Tell me; Jane;〃 said Ethel; as they set off down the street; 〃am I awake? Is that little Kellerman; the greasy little Jew whom we used to think such a beast?〃
〃Isn't he splendid?〃 said Jane。 〃Poor little Kellerman! You know; Ethel; he had not one girl friend in college? I am sorry now we were not better to him。〃
The streets were full of people walking hurriedly or gathered here and there in groups; all with grave; solemn faces。 In front of The Times office a huge concourse stood before the bulletin boards reading the latest despatches。 These were ominous enough: 〃The Germans Still Battering Liege FortsKaiser's Army Nearing BrusselsFour Millions of Men Marching on FranceRussia Hastening Her MobilisationKitchener Calls for One Hundred Thousand Men Canada Will Send Expeditionary Force of Twenty…five Thousand Men Camp at Valcartier Nearly ReadyParliament Assembles Thursday。〃 Men read the bulletins and talked quietly to each other。 They had not yet reached clearness in their thinking as to how this dread thing had fallen upon their country so far from the storm centre; so remote in all vital relations。 There was no cheeringthe cheering days came laterno ebullient emotion; but the tightening of lip and jaw in their stern; set faces was a sufficient index of the tensity of feeling。 Canadians were thinking things out; thinking keenly and swiftly; for in the atmosphere and actuality of war mental processes are carried on at high pressure。
As the girls stood at the corner of Portage Avenue and Main waiting for a crossing; an auto held up in the traffic drew close to their side。
〃Hello; Ethel! Won't you get in?〃 said a voice at their ear。
〃Hello; Lloyd! Hello; Helen!〃 cried Ethel。 〃We will; most certainly。 Are you joying; or what?〃
〃Both;〃 said Lloyd Rushbrooke; who was at the wheel。 〃Helen wanted to see the soldiers。 She is interested in the Ninetieth but he wasn't there and I am just taking her about。〃
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