""Well, look at here, Arthur," I says. "It"s only G.o.d"s Own Mercy you an" me ain"t lyin" in Flora"s Temple now, and if that fat man had known enough to fetch his gun around while he was runnin", Lord Lundie and Walen would have been alongside us."
""I see that," he says. "But we"re alive and they"re dead, don"t ye know."
""I know it," I says. "That"s where the dead are always so d.a.m.ned unfair on the survivors."
""I see that too," he says. "But I"d have given a good deal if it hadn"t happened, poor chaps!"
""Amen!" says Lundie. Then? Oh, then we sorter walked back two an" two to Flora"s Temple an" lit matches to see we hadn"t left anything behind.
Walen, he had confiscated the note-books before they left. There was the first man"s pistol which we"d forgot to return him, lyin" on the stone bench. Mankeltow puts his hand on it--he never touched the trigger--an", bein" an automatic, of course the blame thing jarred off--spiteful as a rattler!
""Look out! They"ll have one of us yet," says Walen in the dark. But they didn"t--the Lord hadn"t quit being our shepherd--and we heard the bullet zip across the veldt--quite like old times. Ya-as!
""Swine!" says Mankeltow.
"After that I didn"t hear any more "Poor chap" talk.... Me? I never worried about killing _my_ man. I was too busy figurin" how a British jury might regard the proposition. I guess Lundie felt that way too.
"Oh, but say! We had an interestin" time at dinner. Folks was expected whose auto had hung up on the road. They hadn"t wired, and Peters had laid two extra places. We noticed "em as soon as we sat down. I"d hate to say how noticeable they were. Mankeltow with his neck bandaged (he"d caught a relaxed throat golfin") sent for Peters and told him to take those empty places away--_if you please_. It takes something to rattle Peters. He was rattled that time. n.o.body else noticed anything.
And now..."
"Where did they come down?" I asked, as he rose.
"In the Channel, I guess. There was nothing in the papers about "em.
Shall we go into the drawin"-room, and see what these boys and girls are doin?" But say, ain"t life in England inter_es_tin"?
REBIRTH
If any G.o.d should say "I will restore The world her yesterday Whole as before My Judgment blasted it"--who would not lift Heart, eye, and hand in pa.s.sion o"er the gift?
If any G.o.d should will To wipe from mind The memory of this ill Which is mankind In soul and substance now--who would not bless Even to tears His loving-tenderness?
If any G.o.d should give Us leave to fly These present deaths we live, And safely die In those lost lives we lived ere we were born-- What man but would not laugh the excuse to scorn?
For we are what we are-- So broke to blood And the strict works of war-- So long subdued To sacrifice, that threadbare Death commands Hardly observance at our busier hands.
Yet we were what we were, And, fashioned so, It pleases us to stare At the far show Of unbelievable years and shapes that flit, In our own likeness, on the edge of it.
The Horse Marines
(1911)
_The Rt. Hon. R.B. Haldane, Secretary of State for War[6], was questioned in the House of Commons on April 8th about the rocking-horses which the War Office is using for the purpose of teaching recruits to ride. Lord Ronaldshay asked the War Secretary if rocking-horses were to be supplied to all the cavalry regiments for teaching recruits to ride.
"The n.o.ble Lord," replied Mr. Haldane, "is doubtless alluding to certain dummy horses on rockers which have been tested with very satisfactory results."... The mechanical steed is a wooden horse with an astonishing tail. It is painted brown and mounted on swinging rails. The recruit leaps into the saddle and pulls at the reins while the riding-instructor rocks the animal to and fro with his foot. The rocking-horses are being made at Woolwich. They are quite cheap_.
--Daily Paper.
[Footnote 6: Now Viscount Haldane of Cloan.]
My instructions to Mr. Leggatt, my engineer, had been accurately obeyed.
He was to bring my car on completion of annual overhaul, from Coventry _via_ London, to Southampton Docks to await my arrival; and very pretty she looked, under the steamer"s side among the railway lines, at six in the morning. Next to her new paint and varnish I was most impressed by her four brand-new tyres.
"But I didn"t order new tyres," I said as we moved away. "These are Irresilients, too."
"Treble-ribbed," said Leggatt. "Diamond-stud sheathing."
"Then there has been a mistake."
"Oh no, sir; they"re gratis."
The number of motor manufacturers who give away complete sets of treble-ribbed Irresilient tyres is so limited that I believe I asked Leggatt for an explanation.
"I don"t know that I could very well explain, sir," was the answer. "It "ud come better from Mr. Pyecroft. He"s on leaf at Portsmouth--staying with his uncle. His uncle "ad the body all night. I"d defy you to find a scratch on her even with a microscope."
"Then we will go home by the Portsmouth road," I said.
And we went at those speeds which are allowed before the working-day begins or the police are thawed out. We were blocked near Portsmouth by a battalion of Regulars on the move.
"Whitsuntide manoeuvres just ending," said Leggatt. "They"ve had a fortnight in the Downs."
He said no more until we were in a narrow street somewhere behind Portsmouth Town Railway Station, where he slowed at a green-grocery shop. The door was open, and a small old man sat on three potato-baskets swinging his feet over a stooping blue back.
"You call that shinin" "em?" he piped. "Can you see your face in "em yet? No! Then shine "em, or I"ll give you a beltin" you"ll remember!"
"If you stop kickin" me in the mouth perhaps I"d do better," said Pyecroft"s voice meekly.
We blew the horn.
Pyecroft arose, put away the brushes, and received us not otherwise than as a king in his own country.
"Are you going to leave me up here all day?" said the old man.
Pyecroft lifted him down and he hobbled into the back room.
"It"s his corns," Pyecroft explained. "You can"t shine corny feet--and he hasn"t had his breakfast."
"I haven"t had mine either," I said.
"Breakfast for two more, uncle," Pyecroft sang out.
"Go out an" buy it then," was the answer, "or else it"s half-rations."
Pyecroft turned to Leggatt, gave him his marketing orders, and despatched him with the coppers.
"I have got four new tyres on my car," I began impressively.