The Little Moment of HappinessKelland, Clarence Budington
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The Little Moment of Happiness
Kelland, Clarence Budington
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
He secured a room at the Continental Hôtel, the best the city afforded,
and found it unspeakable—and then for six interminable days he wandered
about the town, waiting, waiting for the convoy which seemed destined
never to arrive. He played innumerable games of bridge, walked a dozen
times a day to a vantage-point on the old fortifications from which he
could gain a panoramic view of the harbor and its jostling craft.... Far
out at the entrance swayed and tossed an observation balloon, keeping
ceaseless watch of the sea for lurking submarines....
No vessels came save one, the torpedoed _Mt. Vernon_, which had sailed
early on the morning of his arrival. It staggered into port with a great
hole in its side, and presently disappeared into dry dock farther into
the bay.... Then the report spread that cholera had broken out in the
town and was magnified to appalling proportions.... There was nothing to
do but play bridge and walk to the harbor to look for an incoming
convoy, and to eat and sleep. It was maddening....
The harbor ceased to be interesting. German prisoners compelled to labor
on the docks became commonplace; scurrying destroyers failed to stir the
imagination.... And then one morning Ken walked to his usual
vantage-point and saw at anchor the gigantic _Leviathan_....
Presently orders were posted and his name appeared upon the list. He was
to report himself with his hand-baggage at a certain point early next
morning.... The morning was overcast and cold, with a chilling, slanting
drizzle of rain, and everybody was out of spirits and uncomfortable as
they waited for the lighter to carry them out to the transport. There
was no shelter, and they stood about the deck of the little boat, backs
to the slashing rain, for no sooner had they left the wharf than the
rain descended in earnest.
Finally they were on board and were assigned to rooms, but this was not
the end of the waiting. Forty-eight hours remained while the vessel was
being coaled, but at last she started, a consort on either side and a
flock of destroyers for convoy.
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