English fiction -- 20th century; English poetry -- 20th century; Short stories, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
“That’s it,” said Strangwick. “So we went down French End
together--everything froze up an’ quiet, except for their creakin’s. I
remember thinkin’----” his eyes began to flicker.
“Don’t think. Tell what happened,” Keede ordered.
“Oh! Beg y’ pardon! He went on with his braziers, hummin’ his hymn,
down Butcher’s Row. Just before we got to the old dressin’-station he
stops and sets ’em down an’ says: ‘Where did you say she was, Clem? Me
eyes ain’t as good as they used to be.’
“‘In ’er bed at ’ome,’ I says. ‘Come on down. It’s perishin’ cold, an’
_I’m_ not due for leaf.’
“‘Well, I am,’ ’e says. ‘_I_ am....’ An’ then--’give you me word I
didn’t recognise the voice--he stretches out ’is neck a bit in a way
’e ’ad, an’ he says: ‘Why, Bella!’ ’e says. ‘Oh, Bella!’ ’e says.
‘Thank Gawd!’ ’e says. Just like that! An’ then I saw--I tell you I
_saw_--Auntie Armine herself standin’ by the old dressin’-station
door where first I’d thought I’d seen her. He was lookin’ at ’er an’
she was lookin’ at him. I saw it, an’ me soul turned over inside me
because--because it knocked out everything I’d believed in. I ’ad
nothin’ to lay ’old of, d’ye see? An’ ’e was lookin’ at ’er as though
he could ’ave et ’er, an’ she was lookin’ at ’im the same way, out of
’er eyes. Then he says: ‘Why, Bella,’ ’e says, ‘this must be only
the second time we’ve been alone together in all these years.’ An’ I
saw ’er half hold out her arms to ’im in that perishin’ cold. An’ she
nearer fifty than forty an’ me own Aunt! You can shop me for a lunatic
to-morrow, but I saw it--I _saw_ ’er answerin’ to his spoken word!...
Then ’e made a snatch to unsling ’is rifle. Then ’e cuts ’is hand away
saying: ‘No! Don’t tempt me, Bella. We’ve all Eternity ahead of us. An
hour or two won’t make any odds.’ Then he picks up the braziers an’
goes on to the dug-out door. He’d finished with me. He pours petrol
on ’em, an’ lights it with a match, an’ carries ’em inside, flarin’.
All that time Auntie Armine stood with ’er arms out--an’ a look in ’er
face! _I_ didn’t know such things was or could be! Then he comes out
an’ says: ‘Come in, my dear’; an’ she stoops an’ goes into the dug-out
with that look on her face--that look on her face! An’ then ’e shuts
the door from inside an’ starts wedgin’ it up. So ’elp me Gawd, I saw
an’ ’eard all these things with my own eyes an’ ears!”
He repeated his oath several times. After a long pause Keede asked him
if he recalled what happened next.
“It was a bit of a mix-up, for me, from then on. I must have carried
on--they told me I did, but--but I was--I felt a--a long way inside of
meself, like--if you’ve ever had that feelin’. I wasn’t rightly on the
spot at all. They woke me up sometime next morning, because ’e ’adn’t
showed up at the train; an’ some one had seen him with me. I wasn’t
’alf cross-examined by all an’ sundry till dinner-time.
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