A Little Garrison: A Realistic Novel of German Army Life of To-dayBilse, Fritz Oswald
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A Little Garrison: A Realistic Novel of German Army Life of To-day
Bilse, Fritz Oswald
Germany. Heer -- Military life -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction
“And if I repeat my request, nevertheless, Captain, it is because I
find myself in a horribly embarrassing situation. For if I don’t
succeed in procuring four hundred marks till this evening, I shall
have to face the most annoying, possibly disastrous consequences.”
“All very well, but I simply haven’t the money,” said the captain,
shrugging his shoulders.
For a moment or two there was silence, and each avoided looking at the
other. Then Borgert murmured, hesitatingly:
“May I make a proposition, Herr Captain?”
“Well?”
“But I must ask you not to misunderstand me. Would it not be possible
to borrow so small a sum from the funds of the squadron, since it
would be only a question of a few days?”
Captain König looked startled.
“But, my dear fellow, how can you suggest such a thing to me! You
can’t expect me to touch the treasury.”
“I do not think it would matter the least bit, since the Herr Captain
alone is responsible for that fund, and since this would practically
mean nothing but the transferring of four hundred marks from the
public fund in your own keeping to private funds of your own, to be
made good by you, without anybody being the wiser within a week or
so.”
“No, no, that would never do,” again said the other.
“But, Captain, you cannot leave me in the lurch. It would simply place
me in a beastly predicament,” wailed Borgert, glancing appealingly at
his brother officer.
König began to think, twirling his moustache. On the whole, he
reflected, it might be a wise thing to place under an obligation this
man with the dangerously bitter tongue. Borgert’s influence on the
younger officers was not to be underestimated, he knew, and a refusal
would turn him into an enemy. The money itself he had, locked up in a
drawer of his desk at home; but if he made Borgert believe that he had
to “borrow” it from the squadron funds,--whose custodian he was,--it
might be expected that the lieutenant would not so soon ask for
another loan, mindful of the great difficulties this present one was
causing. It was as the result of these cogitations that König resolved
to lend Borgert the sum he required, but to leave him in the belief
that to do so it was necessary to touch the funds in his care.
“All right, then,” he said; “you shall have your money. When will you
pay it back without fail?”
“Within ten days, Captain. I give you my word on it.”
“Very well, come to my office at noon, and you shall have it.”
“Accept my most grateful thanks, Herr Captain!”
“Don’t mention it; but I trust it won’t occur again.”
They shook hands, and the captain mounted and trotted off in a lively
tempo toward the parade grounds.
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