Part 2 (2/2)

”It looks very much like it!”

Though almost expected, the news gave us a thrill. We stood spellbound and tongue-tied.

What to do? There were so many decisions to be made at a moment's notice! H. was for our coming to Paris, as all the men must necessarily leave the chateau.

”Mobilization doesn't necessarily mean war, man. Besides if it does come it can't last long. You'd better go back to your place in the country, Huard. A big estate like that needs looking after,” said Conard.

”Where do you live?” questioned the gentleman who had given us the news.

”Villiers--sixty miles _east_ of Paris.”

”Well, if you decide to go there I advise you to take the soonest train.

The eastern railway belongs to the army, and only the army, beginning at noon to-day.”

H. looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven, and our next train left at noon sharp. We jumped into a taxi.

”Drive to the Gare de l'Est and on the way stop at Tarides! We must have maps, good road maps of the entire north and east,” said H., turning to me.

It seemed as though he had had that thought in common with the entire Parisian population, for all down the boulevards the bookshops and stationers were already overflowing with men, chiefly in regimentals, and as to the shoe-shops and boot-makers--there was a line waiting outside of each. Yet there was no excitement, no shouting, not even an ”extra.”

What a different sight our station presented to that of two hours before! The great iron gates were shut, and guarded by a line of _sergents de ville_. Only men joining their regiments and persons returning to their legitimate dwellings were allowed to pa.s.s. And there were thousands of both. Around the grillwork hovered dense groups of women, bravely waving tearless adieux to their men folk.

After a.s.suring himself that there was still a noon train, H. led me to the restaurant directly opposite the station.

”We'll have a bite here. Heaven knows what time we shall reach home!”

The room was filled to overflowing; the lunchers being mostly officers.

At the table on our right sat a young fellow whose military harnessings were very new and very stiff, but in spite of the heat, a high collar and all his trappings he managed to put away a very comfortable repast.

On our left was a party composed of a captain, his wife and two other _freres d'armes_. That brave little Parisian woman at once won my admiration, for though, in spite of superhuman efforts, the tears would trickle down her face, she never gave in one second to her emotion but played her part as hostess, trying her best to put her guests at ease and smilingly inquiring after their family and friends as though she were receiving under ordinary circ.u.mstances in her own home.

At a quarter before noon we left them and elbowed our way through the ever-gathering crowd towards our train.

”The twelve o'clock express--what platform?” H. inquired.

”The ten o'clock train hasn't gone yet, Monsieur!”

”Is there any danger of its _not_ going?”

”Oh, no; but there's every danger of its being the last.”

And the man spoke the truth, for as our friend the politician predicted, at noon military authority took over the station and all those who were so unfortunate as to have been left behind were obliged to wait in Paris three mortal weeks. On the Eastern Railway all pa.s.senger service was immediately sacrificed to the transportation of troops.

It seems to me that this was the longest train I have ever seen. The coaches stretched far out beyond the station into torrid sunlight. Every carriage was filled up to and beyond its normal capacity. There could be no question of what cla.s.s one would travel--it was travel where one could! Yet no one seemed to mind. I managed to find a seat in it compartment already occupied by two young St. Cyr students in full uniform and white gloves, a very portly aged couple and half a dozen men of the working cla.s.ses.

”We'll take turns at sitting, Monsieur,” said one of them as H. pushed further on into the corridor.

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