As he sauntered back into the city,
Cuthbert met an English resident with whom he had
some slight acquaintance.
“So you are not among the great
army of deserters, Mr. Phipson?”
“No, I thought it better to
stay here and see it out. If the Germans come
in I shall hang out the English flag and I have no
doubt that it will be all right. If I go away
the chances are that I should find the place sacked
when I return.”
“Then, of course, you will keep your place open.”
“It will be closed to the public
to-morrow-to the public, mind you.
My English customers and friends, if they come to
the little door in the Arcade, and give two knocks,
and then three little ones with their knuckles on
the door, will find it open, and can be served as long
as there is any liquor left; but for the last three
days I have been clearing out nearly all my stock.
The demand has been tremendous, and I was glad enough
to get rid of it, for even if the place isn’t
looted by the mob all the liquors might be seized
by the authorities and confiscated for public use.
I shall be glad when the doors are closed, I can tell
you, for these people are enough to make one sick.
The way they talk and brag sets my fingers itching,
and I want to ask them to step into the back room,
take off their coats, those uniforms they are so proud
of, and stand up for a friendly round or two just to
try what they are made of.
“I reckon if a chap can’t
take one on the nose and come up smiling, he would
not be worth much when he has to stand up against the
Prussians. I thought I understood them pretty
well after having been coachman here for over twenty
years, but I see now that I was wrong altogether.
Of course I knew they were beggars to talk, but I
always thought that there was something in it, and
that if it came to fighting they would show up pretty
well; but to hear them going on now as to what France
will do and doing nothing themselves, gives one a
sickener. Then the way as they blackguard the
Emperor, who wasn’t by any means a bad chap,
puts my monkey up I can tell you. Why there is
not one in fifty of them as is fit to black his boots.
He had a good taste in horses too, he had; and when
I hear them going on, it is as much as I can do not
to slip in to them.
“That is one reason why I am
stopping. A week ago I had pretty well made up
my mind that I would go, but they made me so mad that
I says to myself, I will stop and see it out, if it
is only for the pleasure of seeing these fellows get
the licking they deserve. I was out yesterday
evening. There was every cafe crowded; there was
the singing-places fuller than I ever saw them; there
were drunken soldiers, who ought to have been with
their regiments outside the walls, reeling about the
streets. Any one as seed the place would have
put it down that it was a great fête-day. As
to the Prussians outside no one seemed to give them
a thought. If you went from table to table you
heard everyone saying that the Germans would be destroyed,
and that every one who talked of peace now was a traitor.”
“I quite agree with you,”
Cuthbert said, “they are most extraordinary
people. Still I do think they will fight.”
“Well, sir, I don’t know
whether you have heard the news that they have been
licked this morning somewhere out near Clamart.
I heard just now that a lot of the linesmen bolted
and never stopped running till they got into Paris,
but they say the Breton mobiles fought well, though
they had to fall back at last.”
“The troops are disorganized
at present,” Cuthbert said; “but when you
see what a tremendous thrashing they have had it is
hardly to be expected that they should fight with
any confidence, but when discipline is restored and
they have had a few skirmishes they will be different
men altogether. As to the mobiles, they are mere
peasants at present, but a month of hard work will
turn them into soldiers, and I should say better soldiers
than the linesmen; but I am afraid they will never
make anything out of the National Guard. The
only way to do so will be to establish big camps outside
the walls and send them all out there and put strict
army men in command, with a regiment of regulars in
each camp to carry out their orders. It would
be necessary, no doubt, to shoot a few hundred of
them before anything like discipline could be established;
and once a week the whole should be sent out to attack
the Germans so as to teach them to be steady under
fire. In that way they might be turned into decent
soldiers.”
“Lord bless you, sir, Government
would never try that. There would be barricades
in the streets in no time, and as the soldiers are
all outside the walls the mob would upset the Government
in a week.”
“I am not at all saying it would
do, but it is the only thing to make soldiers of them.”
“Well, sir, you will know where
to come when things get bad. I don’t expect
there will be any beer to be had, but I have been down
with my son Bob into the cellar for the last four
nights. I could not trust the French waiters,
and we dug holes and have buried a couple of dozen
kegs of my best spirits, so if they make a clear sweep
of the rest I reckon we shall be able to keep that
door open a goodish while.”
“I shan’t forget, and
I hope that your spirits may escape the searchers,
but you know just at present we are not popular in
Paris. They have got an idea in their heads that
we ought to have declared war against the Germans
on their behalf; why, Heaven knows, but you may be
sure that all the English places will be very strictly
searched.”
“Yes, I reckon on that, and
we have got them twelve feet deep. It will be
a job to get them out as we want them, but there won’t
be anything else to do and it will keep us in health.”
Cuthbert had asked all the students
to come in and smoke a pipe that evening in his room,
and had ordered supper to be sent in.
“I am going to have it there
instead of one of the usual places,” he said,
“because I don’t think it is decent to
be feasting in a public at a time like this.
I expect it is about the last time we shall have anything
like a supper. Things will be altogether beyond
the reach of our purses in another week. Besides,
I hope we shall be outside before long.”
Arnold Dampierre was the first to come in.
“I am disgusted with the Parisians,” he
said, moodily.
“Well, yes, I am not surprised.
It is not quite the spirit in which your people entered
on their struggle, Dampierre.”
“No, we meant it; the struggle
with us was to get to the front. Why, do you
know, I heard two or three of the National Guard grumbling
in the highest state of indignation, and why, do you
think? Because they had to sleep in the open
air last night. Are these the men to defend a
city? There will be trouble before long, Cuthbert.
The workmen will not stand it; they have no faith
in the Government nor in Trochu, nor in any one.”
“Including themselves, I hope,” Cuthbert
smiled.
“They are in earnest. I
have been up at -” and he hesitated,
“Montmartre this afternoon, and they are furious
there.”
“They are fools,” Cuthbert
said, scornfully, “and no small proportion are
knaves besides. They read those foul pamphlets
and gloat over the abuse of every decently dressed
person. They rave against the Prussians, but
it is the Bourgeois they hate. They talk of fighting,
while what they want is to sack and plunder.”
“Nothing of the kind,”
the American said, hotly. “They want honesty
and purity, and public spirit. They see vice
more rampant than it was in the days of the Empire.
They see the Bourgeois shirking their duty. They
see license and extravagance everywhere.”
“It is a pity they don’t
look at home,” Cuthbert laughed good-temperedly.
“I have not yet learnt that either purity or
honesty, or a sense of duty are conspicuous at Montmartre
or Belleville. There is just as much empty vaporing
there as there is down the Boulevards. As to
courage, they may have a chance presently of showing
whether they have more of it than the better class.
Personally, I should doubt it.” Then he
added more seriously, “My dear Dampierre, I can
of course guess where you have learnt all this.
I know that Minette’s father is one of the firebrands
of his quarter, and that since she has been earning
an income here he has never done a stroke of work,
but has taken up the profession of politician.
I am not doubting his sincerity. He may be for
aught I know perfectly in earnest, but it is his capacity
I doubt. These uneducated men are able to see
but one side of the question, and that is their own.
“I am not at all blind to the
danger. I believe it is possible that we are
going to have another red revolution. Your men
at Belleville and Montmartre are capable of repeating
the worst and most terrible features of that most
awful time, but you know what came of it and how it
ended. Even now some of these blackguard prints
are clamoring for one man to take the supreme control
of everything. So far there are no signs of that
coming man, but doubtless, in time, another Bonaparte
may come to the front and crush down disorder with
an iron heel; but that will not be until the need
for a saviour of society is evident to all. I
hope, my dear fellow, you will not be carried away
with these visionary ideas. I can, of course,
understand your predilections for a Republic, but
between your Republic and the Commune, for which the
organs of the mob are already clamoring, there is
no shadow of resemblance. They are both founded,
it is true, on the will of the majority, but in the
States it is the majority of an educated and distinctly
law-abiding people-here it is the majority
of men who would set the law at defiance, who desire
power simply for the purposes of spoliation.”
Dampierre would have replied angrily,
but at this moment the door opened and two or three
of the other students entered.
“Have you heard about that affair
at Clamart,” they demanded eagerly. “They
say the line behaved shamefully, and that Trochu declares
they shall be decimated.”
“You may be quite sure that
if he said so he will not carry it out,” Cuthbert
said. “The army has to be kept in a good
humor, and at any rate until discipline is fully restored
it would be too dangerous a task to venture on punishing
cowardice. It is unfortunate certainly, but things
will get better in time. You can hardly expect
to make the fugitives of a beaten army into heroes
all at once. I have not the least doubt that
if the Germans made an attack in full force they would
meet with very slight resistance; but they won’t
do that. They will go to work in a regular and
steady way. They will erect batteries, commanding
every road out of the town, and will then sit down
and starve us out, hastening the process, perhaps,
by a bombardment. But all that will take time.
There will be frequent fighting at the outposts, and
if Trochu and the rest of them make the most of the
material they have at hand, poor as much of it is,
they will be able to turn out an army that should be
strong enough to throw itself upon any point in the
German line and break its way out; but it must be
an army of soldiers, not a force composed of disheartened
fugitives and half-drilled citizens.”
“The National Guard are drilling
earnestly,” Rene Caillard said. “I
have been watching them this afternoon, they really
made a very good show.”
“The father of a family with
a comfortable home and a prosperous business can drill
as well as the most careless vaurien, Rene; better,
perhaps, for he will take much greater pains; but when
it comes to fighting, half a dozen reckless daredevils
are worth a hundred of him. I think if I had
been Trochu I would have issued an order that every
unmarried man in Paris between the ages of sixteen
and forty-five should be organized into, you might
call it, the active National Guard for continual service
outside the walls, while the married men should be
reserved for defending the enceinte at the last
extremity. The outside force might be but a third
of the whole, but they would be worth as much as the
whole force together. That is why I think that
our corps may distinguish itself. We have none
of us wives or families and nothing much to lose,
consequently we shall fight well. We shan’t
mind hardships for we have not been accustomed to
luxuries. We are fighting as volunteers and not
because the law calls us under arms.
“We are educated and have got
too much self-respect to bolt like rabbits. I
don’t say we may not retire. One can’t
do impossibilities, and if others don’t stand,
we can’t oppose a Prussian Army Corps. There
is one thing you must do, and that is preserve good
discipline. There is no discipline at all in
the National Guard. I saw a party of them yesterday
drilling, and two or three of them quietly marched
out of the ranks and remonstrated on terms of the
most perfect equality, with their colonel as to an
order he had given. The maxim of the Republic
may do for civil life, though I have not a shadow
of belief either in equality or fraternity; nor have
I in liberty when liberty means license; whether that
be so or not equality is not consistent with military
discipline. An army in which the idea of equality
reigns is not an army but a mob, and is no more use
for fighting purposes than so many armed peasants.
The Shibboleth is always absurd and in a case like
the present ruinous. The first duty of a soldier
is obedience, absolute and implicit, and a complete
surrender of the right of private judgment.”
“And you would obey an officer
if you were sure that he were wrong, Cuthbert?”
“Certainly I would. I might,
if the mistake did not cost me my life, argue the
matter out with him afterwards, if, as might happen
among us, we were personal acquaintances; but I should
at the same time carry out the order, whatever it
might be, to the best of my power. And now I
propose that for this evening we avoid the subject
of the siege altogether. In future, engaged as
we are likely to be, we shall hardly be able to avoid
it, and moreover the bareness of the table and the
emptiness of the wine-cups will be a forcible reminder
that it will be impossible to escape it. Did
you show Goude your sketch for your picture for the
Salon, Rene?”
“I did, after you had all gone,
and I have not got over the interview yet. His
remarks on the design, conception, and the drawing
were equally clear and decisive. He more than
hinted that I was a hopeless idiot, that the time
he had given me was altogether wasted, that I had mistaken
my avocation, and that if the Germans knocked me on
the head it would be no loss either to myself or to
society in general. It is true that after he
had finished he cooled down a bit and made a number
of suggestions from which I gathered that if the whole
thing were altered, my idea of the background altogether
changed, the figures differently posed, the effect
of light and shade diametrically reversed, and a few
other trifling alterations made, the thing might possibly
be hung on the top line. Ma foi, I feel altogether
crushed, for I had really flattered myself that the
sketch was not altogether without merit.”
When the laugh had subsided Cuthbert said-
“Courage, Rene, Goude’s
bark is always worse than his bite, and I have no
doubt he will take a much more favorable view of it
as you get on.”
“It is all very well for you
to say so,” Rene said, ruefully. “You
are a spoiled child, Goude has never a word of reproof
for you.”
“Probably because he knows very
well that I shall not break my heart over it.
We must hold a committee of inspection on your work
to-morrow; none of us have seen your design yet, and
we may be able between us to make some useful suggestion.”
“No, no,” Rene exclaimed.
“Heaven protect me from that. Do you come,
Cuthbert; none of us mind what you say about our pictures.
Your criticisms do not hurt. One would no more
think of being angry with you for using your knife
than with a surgeon for performing an operation.”
“Very well, Rene, I will come
round early. I have no doubt your sketch is a
very good one on the whole, and after a few little
changes it will satisfy even Goude. By the way,
have you heard we are to elect our company officers
to-morrow?”
“Will you stand? I am sure
you would have all our votes-that is twenty-five
to start with, and as we know most of the fellows in
the company we certainly could secure all those who
have not any candidate they want to run; besides,
there are, of course, to be three officers, so we
should be able to traffic votes.”
“No officering for me,”
Cuthbert laughed. “In the first place I
have no greater qualifications for the post than anyone
else, and in the second place, I am English, and though
I might be elected-thanks to your votes-I
should never be liked or trusted; besides, I have not
a shadow of ambition that way. I am going to
fight if necessary. I shall have my note-book
in my pocket, and I have no doubt that when we are
lying waiting for our turn to come, I shall have lots
of opportunities for jotting down little bits that
will work into the great battle picture which is to
have the place of honor some day in the Salon.
I think it will certainly be pleasant to have one
of our own number among the officers, and I propose
that each of us puts down on a slip of paper the name
of the man he thinks will make the best leader and
throw it into a hat; then, whoever gets the most votes,
we will all support, and, as you say, by a little
traffic in the votes, we ought to be able to get him
in among the three.”
“Are you absolutely determined not to stand?”
“Absolutely and positively.
So please do not any of you put my name down, two
or three votes thrown away like that might alter the
decision.”
He tore up a sheet of paper into small
slips and passed them round.
“Before we begin to write,”
he said, “let it be understood that no one is
to vote for himself. I don’t mind telling
you who I am going to vote for. It is Henri Vancour.
This is a matter in which it should be no question
of personal liking. We should choose the man who
appears to us best fitted for the post.”
The name came as a surprise upon the
others, for Henri was one of the last whom it would
have occurred to them to choose. Pencils were
already in their hands and they were on the point
of writing when he spoke, and almost all would have
given their votes either for Rene Caillard or Pierre
Leroux, who were the two most popular men among the
party. There was a pause for some little time
before the pencils went to work.
They had not thought of Henri, but
now they did think of him they acknowledged to themselves
that there was a good deal to be said in his favor.
He was a Norman-quiet, hard-working, and
even-tempered. His voice was seldom heard in
the chorus of jokes and laughter, but when asked for
an opinion he gave it at once concisely and decidedly.
He was of medium height and squarely built. His
face was cast in a rough mould and an expression of
resolution and earnestness was predominant. He
had never joined either in the invective against the
Emperor, or in the confident anticipations of glorious
successes over the Germans.
He listened but said nothing, and
when questioned would reply, “Let us see some
one do better than the Emperor before we condemn him.
We will hope for the best, but so far predictions
have been so wrong that it would be better to wait
and see before we blow our trumpets.” He
had but little genius, this young Norman, but he had
perseverance and power.
M. Goude scolded him less than others
with far greater talent, and had once said, “you
will never be a great painter, Henri. I doubt
if you will ever be in the first line, but you will
take a good place in the second. You will turn
out your pictures regularly and the work will always
be good and solid. You may not win any great prizes,
but your work will be esteemed, and in the end you
will score as heavily as some of those who possess
real genius.”
Yes, Henri was, they all felt, now
they thought it over, one they could rely upon.
He would not lose his head, he would be calm in danger,
as he was calm at all other times, and he certainly
would show no lack of courage. Accordingly when
the papers were opened he was found to have received
a considerable majority of the votes.
“Thank you for choosing me,
comrades,” he said, quietly. “I can
only say that if elected I will do my best. A
man can’t say more than that. Why you should
have fixed upon me I cannot think, but that is your
business. I think I can promise at any rate that
I won’t run away.”
When the Franc-tireurs des Écoles
assembled the next morning, half an hour was given
for consultation; then the vote was taken, and Henri
Vancour was declared elected first Lieutenant of the
company composed entirely of the art students, the
Captain being Francois des Valles, who belonged
to an old provincial family, a tall, dark, handsome
young man, extremely popular among his comrades.
“I think he will do very well,”
Cuthbert said, as the company fell in. “There
is no fear of his leaving us when under fire; his failing,
if he has one, will be that he may want to keep us
there too long. It is quite as necessary when
you are fighting by the side of fellows who are not
to be relied on, to know when to retreat as it is
to know when to advance.”
This was their first parade in uniform.
This had been decided upon at the first meeting held
to settle the constitution of the corps, and a quiet
gray had been chosen which looked neat and workmanlike
by the side of many of the picturesque but inappropriate
costumes, selected by the majority of the Franc-tireurs.
They had already had three days’ drill and had
learned to form from line into column and from column
into line, to advance as skirmishers and to rally
on the centres of the companies. They now marched
out through the gates and were first taught to load
the chassepots which had been bought by a general
subscription in the schools, and then spent the morning
in practising, and skirmishing, and advancing and
retreating in alternate files.
When they were formed up again the
old colonel said, “You are getting on well,
men. Two more mornings’ work and we will
go out and complete our lessons in the face of the
enemy.”
When dismissed at the end of the third
day, they were told to bring next morning, the gray
greatcoats and blankets that formed part of their
uniform. “Let each man bring with him three
days’ provisions in his bag,” the colonel
said, “ammunition will be served out to you and
you will soon learn how to use it to advantage.”