"Yes. You"ve been told that he raves. But you didn"t know how. Why, it gets even my nerve! It fascinated me, but once was enough. I couldn"t stand to see his face when his Huns come back to him."
"His Huns!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Lenore, shuddering. "What do you mean?"
"Those Huns he killed come back to him. He fights them. You see him go through strange motions, an" it"s as if his left arm wasn"t gone. He used his right arm--an" the motions he makes are the ones he made when he killed the Huns with his bayonet. It"s terrible to watch him--the look on his face!.... I heard at the hospital in New York that in France they photographed him when he had one of the spells.... I"d hate to have you see him then. But maybe after Doctor Lowell explains it, you"ll understand."
"Poor boy! How terrible for him to live it all over! But when he gets well--when he has his wheat-hills and me to fill his mind--those spells will fade."
"Maybe--maybe. I hope so. Lord knows it"s all beyond me. But you"re goin" to have your way."
Doctor Lowell explained to Lenore that Dorn, like all mentally deranged soldiers, dreamed when he was asleep, and raved when he was out of his mind, of only one thing--the foe. In his nightmares Dorn had to be held forcibly. The doctor said that the remarkable and hopeful indication about Dorn"s condition was a gradual daily gain in strength and a decline in the duration and violence of his bad spells.
This a.s.surance made Lenore happy. She began to relieve the worn-out nurse during the day, and she prepared herself for the first ordeal of actual experience of Dorn"s peculiar madness. But Dorn watched her many hours and would not or could not sleep while she was there; and the tenth day of his stay at "Many Waters" pa.s.sed without her seeing what she dreaded. Meanwhile he grew perceptibly better.
The afternoon came when Anderson brought a minister. Then a few moments sufficed to make Lenore Dorn"s wife.
CHAPTER x.x.xI
The remarkable happened. Scarcely had the minister left when Kurt Dorn"s smiling wonder and happiness sustained a break, as sharp and cold and terrible as if nature had transformed him from man to beast.
His face became like that of a gorilla. Struggling up, he swept his right arm over and outward with singular twisting energy. A bayonet-thrust! And for him his left arm was still intact! A savage, unintelligible battle-cry, yet unmistakably German, escaped his lips.
Lenore stood one instant petrified. Her father, grinding his teeth, attempted to lead her away. But as Dorn was about to pitch off the bed, Lenore, with piercing cry, ran to catch him and force him back. There she held him, subdued his struggles, and kept calling with that intensity of power and spirit which must have penetrated even his delirium. Whatever influence she exerted, it quieted him, changed his savage face, until he relaxed and lay back pa.s.sive and pale. It was possible to tell exactly when his reason returned, for it showed in the gaze he fixed upon Lenore.
"I had--one--of my fits!" he said, huskily.
"Oh--I don"t know what it was," replied Lenore, with quavering voice.
Her strength began to leave her now. Her arms that had held him so firmly began to slip away.
"Son, you had a bad spell," interposed Anderson, with his heavy breathing. "First one she"s seen."
"Lenore, I laid out my Huns again," said Dorn, with a tragic smile.
"Lately I could tell when--they were coming back."
"Did you know just now?" queried Lenore.
"I think so. I wasn"t really out of my head. I"ve known when I did that.
It"s a strange feeling--thought--memory ... and action drives it away.
Then I seem always to _want_ to--kill my Huns all over again."
Lenore gazed at him with mournful and pa.s.sionate tenderness. "Do you remember that we were just married?" she asked.
"My wife!" he whispered.
"Husband!... I knew you were coming home to me.... I knew you would not die.... I know you will get well."
"I begin to feel that, too. Then--maybe the black spells will go away."
"They must or--or you"ll lose me," faltered Lenore. "If you go on killing your Huns over and over--it"ll be I who will die."
She carried with her to her room a haunting sense of Dorn"s reception of her last speech. Some tremendous impression it made on him, but whether of fear of domination or resolve, or all combined, she could not tell.
She had weakened in mention of the return of his phantoms. But neither Dorn nor her father ever guessed that, once in her room, she collapsed from sheer feminine horror at the prospect of seeing Dorn change from a man to a gorilla, and to repeat the savage orgy of remurdering his Huns.
That was too much for Lenore. She who had been invincible in faith, who could stand any tests of endurance and pain, was not proof against a spectacle of Dorn"s strange counterfeit presentment of the actual and terrible killing he had performed with a bayonet.
For days after that she was under a strain which she realized would break her if it was not relieved. It appeared to be solely her fear of Dorn"s derangement. She was with him almost all the daylight hours, attending him, watching him sleep, talking a little to him now and then, seeing with joy his gradual improvement, feeling each day the slow lifting of the shadow over him, and yet every minute of every hour she waited in dread for the return of Dorn"s madness. It did not come. If it recurred at night she never was told. Then after a week a more p.r.o.nounced change for the better in Dorn"s condition marked a lessening of the strain upon Lenore. A little later it was deemed safe to dismiss the nurse. Lenore dreaded the first night vigil. She lay upon a couch in Dorn"s room and never closed her eyes. But he slept, and his slumber appeared sound at times, and then restless, given over to dreams. He talked incoherently, and moaned; and once appeared to be drifting into a nightmare, when Lenore awakened him. Next day he sat up and said he was hungry. Thereafter Lenore began to lose her dread.
"Well, son, let"s talk wheat," said Anderson, cheerily, one beautiful June morning, as he entered Dorn"s room.
"Wheat!" sighed Dorn, with a pathetic glance at his empty sleeve. "How can I even do a man"s work again in the fields?"
Lenore smiled bravely at him. "You will sow more wheat than ever, and harvest more, too."
"I should smile," corroborated Anderson.
"But how? I"ve only one arm," said Dorn.
"Kurt, you hug me better with that one arm than you ever did with two arms." replied Lenore, in sublime a.s.surance.
"Son, you lose that argument," roared Anderson. "Me an" Lenore stand pat. You"ll sow more an" better wheat than ever--than any other man in the Northwest. Get my hunch?... Well, I"ll tell you later.... Now see here, let me declare myself about you. I seen it worries you more an"
more, now you"re gettin" well. You miss that good arm, an" you feel the pain of bullets that still lodge somewhere"s in you, an" you think you"ll be a cripple always. Look things in the face square. Sure, compared to what you once was, you"ll be a cripple. But Kurt Dorn weighin" one hundred an" ninety let loose on a bunch of Huns was some man! My Gawd!... Forget that, an" forget that you"ll never chop a cord of wood again in a day. Look at facts like me an" Lenore. We gave you up. An" here you"re with us, comin" along fine, an" you"ll be able to do hard work some day, if you"re crazy about it. Just think how good that is for Lenore, an" me, too.... Now listen to this." Anderson unfolded a newspaper and began to read:
"Continued improvement, with favorable weather conditions, in the winter-wheat states and encouraging messages from the Northwest warrant an increase of crop estimates made two weeks ago and based mainly upon the government"s report. In all probability the yield from winter fields will slightly exceed 600,000,000 bushels.
Increase of acreage in the spring states in unexpectedly large. For example, Minnesota"s Food Administrator says the addition in his state is 40 per cent, instead of the early estimate of 20 per cent.
Throughout the spring area the plants have a good start and are in excellent condition. It may be that the yield will rise to 300,000,000 bushels, making a total of about 900,000,000. From such a crop 280,000,000 could be exported in normal times, and by conservation the surplus can easily be enlarged to 350,000,000 or even 400,000,000. In Canada also estimates of acreage increase have been too low. It was said that the addition in Alberta was 20 per cent., but recent reports make it 40 per cent. Canada may harvest a crop of 300,000,000 bushels, or nearly 70,000,000 more than last year"s. Our allies in Europe can safely rely upon the shipment of 500,000,000 bushels from the United States and Canada.
"After the coming harvest there will be an ample supply of wheat for the foes of Germany at ports which can easily be reached. In addition, the large surplus stocks in Australia and Argentina will be available when ships can be spared for such service. And the ships are coming from the builders. For more than a year to come there will be wheat enough for our war partners, the Belgians, and the northern European neutral countries with which we have trade agreements."
Lenore eagerly watched her husband"s face in pleasurable antic.i.p.ation, yet with some anxiety. Wheat had been a subject little touched upon and the war had never been mentioned.
"Great!" he exclaimed, with a glow in his cheeks. "I"ve been wanting to ask.... Wheat for the Allies and neutrals--for more than a year!...
Anderson, the United States will feed and save the world!"
"I reckon. Son, we"re sendin" thousands of soldiers a day now--ships are buildin" fast--aeroplanes comin" like a swarm of bees--money for the government to burn--an" every American gettin" mad.... Dorn, the Germans don"t know they"re ruined!... What do you say?"
Dorn looked very strange. "Lenore, help me stand up," he asked, with strong tremor in his voice.
"Oh, Kurt, you"re not able yet," appealed Lenore.
"Help me. I want _you_ to do it."
Lenore complied, wondering and frightened, yet fascinated, too. She helped him off the bed and steadied him on his feet. Then she felt him release himself so he stood free.
"What do I say? Anderson I say this. I killed Germans who had grown up with a training and a pa.s.sion for war. I"ve been a farmer. I did not want to fight. Duty and hate forced me. The Germans I met fell before me. I was sh.e.l.l-shot, shocked, ga.s.sed, and bayoneted. I took twenty-five wounds, and then it was a sh.e.l.l that downed me. I saw my comrades kill and kill before they fell. That is American. Our enemies are driven, blinded, stolid, brutal, obsessed, and desperate. They are German. They lack--not strength nor efficiency nor courage--but soul."
White and spent, Dorn then leaned upon Lenore and got back upon his bed.