Part 34 (1/2)

Sorle came and went, with firm-closed lips; she prepared everything, and cared for everybody.

At that time musk was the remedy for typhus; the house was full of musk. Often the idea seized me that Esdras, too, was going to be sick.

Ah, if having children is the greatest happiness in the world, what agony is it to see them suffer! How fearful to think of losing them!--to be there, to hear their labored breathing, their delirium, to watch their sinking from hour to hour, from minute to minute, and to exclaim from the depths of the soul:

”Death is near at hand! There is nothing, nothing more that can be done to save thee, my child! I cannot give thee my life! Death does not wish for it!”

What heart-rending and what anguish, till the last moment when all is over!

Then, Fritz, money, the blockade, the famine, the general desolation--all were forgotten. I hardly saw the sergeant open our door every morning, and look in, asking:

”Well, Father Moses, well?”

I did not know what he said; I paid no attention to him.

But, what I always think of with pleasure, what I am always proud of, is that, in the midst of all this trouble, when Sorle, Zeffen, myself, and everybody were beside ourselves, when we forgot all about our business, and let everything go, little Safel at once took charge of our shop. Every morning we heard him rise at six o'clock, go down, open, the warehouse, take up one or two pitchers of brandy, and begin to serve the customers.

No one had said a word to him about it, but Safel had a genius for trade. And if anything could console a father in such troubles, it would be to see himself, as it were, living over again in so young a child, and to say to himself: ”At least the good race is not extinct; it still remains to preserve common-sense in the world.” Yes, it is the only consolation which a man can have.

Our _schabesgoe_ did the work in the kitchen, and old Lanche helped us watch, but Safel took the charge of the shop; his mother and I thought of nothing but our little David.

He died in the night of the eighteenth of March, the day when the fire broke out in Captain Cabanier's house.

That same night two sh.e.l.ls fell upon our house; the blindage made them roll into the court, where they both burst, shattering the laundry windows and demolis.h.i.+ng the butcher's door, which fell down at once with a fearful crash.

It was the most powerful bombardment since the blockade began, for, as soon as the enemy saw the flame ascending, they fired from Mittelbronn, from the Barracks, and the Fiquet lowlands, to prevent its being extinguished.

I stayed all the while with Sorle, near the babe's bed, and the noise of the bursting sh.e.l.ls did not disturb us.

The unhappy do not cling to life; and then the child was so sick!

There were blue spots all over his body.

The end was drawing near.

I walked the room. Without they were crying ”Fire! Fire!”

People pa.s.sed in the street like a torrent. We heard those returning from the fire telling the news, the engines hurrying by, the soldiers ranging the crowd in the line, the sh.e.l.ls bursting at the right and left.

Before our windows the long trails of red flame descended upon the roofs in front, and shattered the gla.s.s of the windows. Our cannon all around the city replied to the enemy. Now and then we heard the cry: ”Room! Room!” as the wounded were carried away.

Twice some pickets came up into my room to put me in the line, but, on seeing me sitting with Sorle by our child, they went down again.

The first sh.e.l.l burst at our house about eleven o'clock, the second at four in the morning; everything shook, from the garret to the cellar; the floor, the bed, the furniture seemed to be upheaved; but, in our exhaustion and despair, we did not speak a single word.

Zeffen came running to us with Esdras and little Safel, at the first explosion. It was evident that little David was dying. Old Lanche and Sorle were sitting, sobbing. Zeffen began to cry.

I opened the windows wide, to admit the air, and the powder-smoke which covered the city came into the room.

Safel saw at once that the hour was at hand. I needed only to look at him, and he went out, and soon returned by a side street, notwithstanding the crowd, with Kalmes the chanter, who began to recite the prayer of the dying:

”The Lord reigneth! The Lord reigneth! The Lord shall reign everywhere and forever!