You will learn in it who is your Father; who your Brother is, and who your Neighbor.
"It will impart to you the clear eye for shams and material offices and for the peril of fancied chosen peoples. From it you will draw the cosmic simplicity of good actions, and a fresh and kindling hatred for the human animal of grotesque desire.
"Children grasp it with thrilling comprehension; it silences the critical faculty of the intellectuals and animates the saint to tears of ecstasy, even to martyrdoms. It expresses the dream of peace alike for nations and men. It is a globe. You can go it blind, and win-- following the spirit of the Good Samaritan."
Chapter 6
The light was gray that came down through the skylight. Abel and Poltneck and Fallows sat on the floor in the front end, because there were not chairs for all. Back in the shadows sat Berthe and Peter.
"...I think we will be a little bewildered," she was saying, "as one awakening from a dream, as one awakening in the sunlight. One stirs, you know, and shuts the eyes again. The reality dawns slowly--if the house is quiet.... It will be very quiet. We have been used to the cannonading so long, and the cries in the night. It will take us a moment to realize that it is all over. I think I see just how it will be then. I will have that sense of the glad unknown--that something long antic.i.p.ated is about to happen. You know how it comes to one upon awakening, when something perfect is to happen--the presence of it, before one remembers just what it is?"
Peter nodded in the shadow.
"And then I will remember. It will be you. I will really open my eyes --and you will be there!"
Something of her fire came to him.
"You are sure it will be like that--afterward?" he repeated.
Her voice and lips trembled. "You ask just like a little child, Peter.
It is the little child in you that strikes the heart. Don"t you really believe in the _afterward?"_
"Yes, but I can"t see it quite clearly, you know, as you do."
"You don"t think it is all wayward and stupidly arranged as the army would like to do it--do you?"
They laughed softly together, but she wanted him to see it, as she did, "Because," she said, "if you do, we will be together more quickly. I would have to go and find you, if you didn"t come----"
"I should want to come," said Peter.
He followed her eyes beyond the twilight from the roof, to the face of Fallows, seen indistinctly in the shadows. It was like the figure of a Hindu holy man sitting there so low, his hands raised palms upward, his voice just audible.
"Listen," she said, her hand falling upon Peter"s.
"It isn"t so much their death that is the great wrong to the soldiers by the Fatherland. A man may do worse than die, at any time. It"s the death of hate the Fatherland inspires--the fighting death--the going- down with blood-madness and hatred for the men of another country--not enemies at all, no harm exchanged whatsoever between them. It is such deaths that make the world hard to breathe in--the death of preying animals. But all that is pa.s.sing. These battles had to come at the last to hurry it away...."
"That"s what I wanted to say, Peter," Berthe whispered eagerly....
"Fallows is greater than any,--an inspirer. He will go out with his dream for men, strong and bright. Do you think that is the same as dying the fighting death--with a curse and a pa.s.sion for the death of men whom you have never seen face to face?"
"It"s quite all right, you know," said Peter. "I"m keen enough to see it through, but it"s a closed door yet. However, there"s something deathless about a woman like you--yes, I"m sure of that----"
Her hands pressed his swiftly. "Then you may be very sure, there"s something deathless in the man she loves.... Listen, Fallows is talking about your country now:"
"... Russia is the invader, but America is the temple of the new spirit. America must reanimate the world after this war. I believe she is being born again now.... She was bred right. There is always that to fall back upon. She was founded upon the principles of liberty and service to the distressed. No other nation can say that. But America must lose the love of self, must cease to be a national soul and become the nucleus of the world soul of the future. Otherwise all that was holy in her conception is dead, and the pa.s.sion of her prophets is without avail.
"There is a time for the development of the national soul, but ahead on the road is the world soul, the true Fatherland. The precious whisper is abroad that more sins have been committed in the name of patriotism than any other. The time will come when this little orbit and its slaying delusions will be well back among the provincialisms; not a bad word in itself, rather a lost meaning through abuse.
"Over a century ago the inspired Fichte addressed the Germans in a series of doc.u.ments charged with the most exalted enthusiasm for the future of his people, on the basis of such a Fatherland that the only living answer could be the superb affiliation of men. For years and decades the gleam of that spiritual ignition endured there. Carlyle, not a countryman, saw it and made it blaze with the fuel of his genius. It seems dead to Prussia now, but that gleam shall never die.
Some strong youth on the road to Damascus shall be struck to the ground by its radiance and arise to carry the light to the Gentiles.
"There must be such a voice in America now. I seem to feel the new genius of America, not yet in its prime, hardly articulate as yet, but rapidly maturing in these days of unparalleled suffering. They will interpret the New Age. They will meet the New Russia face to face. I think they are watching for us now. The bond is thicker than blood.
They will see the future of Europe written upon these millions, now the invaders from the cold lands of poverty. I think they will hold the spirit until we come.
"All that was true of Germany when Fichte addressed his countrymen is true of America in this hour. All the physical and spiritual pressures of the European disruption are turned upon the temple of America to drive out the money-changers and make it the house of G.o.d."
Fallows" voice softened. He was talking of America with the pa.s.sion of an exile. He loved the thoughts of her good, as he loved the peasants about him. The room was still.
"It is a time for heroics," he added. "America is emanc.i.p.ating her genius, not only from herself, but from the thrall of the old world"s decadence. Do you think there is nothing fateful in the destructive energy that is rubbing out ancient landmarks? Rather it would seem that the old and the unclean has played its part, and may not be used in the new spiritual experiment. I want to hear America"s new song-- the song of the New Age--the unspoiled workmen at their task. They will sing as they lift.... Yes, we shall hear the song of the New Age.
Since the pilgrims sang together, no such thrilling harmony shall move that western land. They shall be singing it for Russia when we come."
"It makes me so ashamed," Berthe whispered after a moment, "when I think of my weakness to-day, when you came. But, Peter, oh, I didn"t want you to come----"
"I wouldn"t be ashamed," he said. "It gave me something from you that I couldn"t have had without it. There was plenty to hold a man in wonder--your zeal to do for others, and the exaltations, but to-day you were down in my valley, in the earth bottoms, just seeing in the human light, your wings tired. It was the best moment of the pilgrimage, Berthe--the deepest."
Peter had wanted to tell her that.
Chapter 7
Big Belt stood before a man of his own size--Lornievitch, the Commander of commanders, Himself.
It was night. Boylan had plunged into a new vat of power, and persuaded Dabnitz to furnish an escort from Judenbach, four miles to the east to the main headquarters of the Galician army.
Rows of sleepy stenographers in the outer room of a broad shepherd"s house in a little hill village--a web of wires on the low ceiling, lanterns, candles, field "phones and telegraph tickers, none altogether subsided; as much routine as in the management of a state-- the center of this monster battle-line--to say nothing of the spectacular.
The two men now filled a small inner room. Lornievitch spoke English-- an English much to the caller"s liking. Perhaps it was the bond of bulk between them.
"Well, and so you are Boylan of the _Rhodes?_--what is it, Mr.
Boylan? We are very busy."
"I have a young friend of _The States"_ he began and talked for three minutes--talked until Lornievitch squirmed and his aides hurried forward ready to a.s.sist.
"And what does Kohlvihr say?"
"I had to speak to him through an interpreter. I could not get the answer I wanted. He has had a terrible day. The life of one American is too small for discussion there--"
"And you have come here to me. Meanwhile, on the wire is the young man"s case--a love affair with a revolutionist--and a sort of be- d.a.m.ned to the Russian army. You are a strong man, doubtless a brave one--"
Boylan was fighting for Peter"s life as he would not have fought for his own; and yet he warmed to the commander--fibers all through him warming--something of man-business about this office that made the headquarters at Judenbach look sinister and den-like. It was just his hope in all likelihood.
"But Mr. Boylan," Lornievitch added, "what would you do in my case?
There"s big action, front, side, within. They have a case against the others--and he is one of them."