Robert W. Chambers

Lorraine. A Romance

Warsaw 2022

Contents

TO MY FATHER

CHAPTER I. A MAKER OF MAPS

CHAPTER II. TELEGRAMS FOR TWO

CHAPTER III. SUMMER THUNDER

CHAPTER IV. THE FARANDOLE

CHAPTER V. COWARDS AND THEIR COURAGE

CHAPTER VI. TRAINS EAST AND WEST

CHAPTER VII. THE ROAD TO PARADISE

CHAPTER VIII. UNDER THE YOKE

CHAPTER IX. SAARBRÜCK

CHAPTER X. AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER XI. "KEEP THY FAITH"

CHAPTER XII. FROM THE FRONTIER

CHAPTER XIII. AIDE-DE-CAMP

CHAPTER XIV. THE MARQUIS MAKES HIMSELF AGREEABLE

CHAPTER XV. THE INVASION OF LORRAINE

CHAPTER XVI. "IN THE HOLLOW OF THY HAND"

CHAPTER XVII. THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE

CHAPTER XVIII. THE STRETCHING OF NECKS

CHAPTER XIX. RICKERL'S SABRE

CHAPTER XX. SIR THORALD IS SILENT

CHAPTER XXI. THE WHITE CROSS

CHAPTER XXII. A DOOR IS LOCKED

CHAPTER XXIII. LORRAINE SLEEPS

CHAPTER XXIV. LORRAINE AWAKES

CHAPTER XXV. PRINCESS IMPERIAL

CHAPTER XXVI. THE SHADOW OF POMP

CHAPTER XXVII. ÇA IRA!

CHAPTER XXVIII. THE BRACONNIER

CHAPTER XXIX. THE MESSAGE OF THE FLAG

CHAPTER XXX. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW

CHAPTER XXXI. THE PROPHECY OF LORRAINE

TO MY FATHER

LORRAINE!

When Yesterday shall dawn again, And the long line athwart the hill Shall quicken with the bugle’s thrill, Thine own shall come to thee, Lorraine!

Then in each vineyard, vale, and plain, The quiet dead shall stir the earth And rise, reborn, in thy new birth–Thou holy martyr-maid, Lorraine!

Is it in vain thy sweet tears stain Thy mother’s breast? Her castled crest Is lifted now! God guide her quest! She seeks thine own for thee, Lorraine!

So Yesterday shall live again, And the steel line along the Rhine Shall cuirass thee and all that’s thine. France lives–thy France–divine Lorraine!

R. W. C.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

The author desires to acknowledge his indebtedness to the valuable volumes of Messrs. Victor Duruy, Archibald Forbes, Sir William Fraser, Dr. J. von Pflugk-Harttung, G. Tissandier, Comdt. Grandin, and “Un Officier de Marine,” concerning (wholly or in part) the events of 1870-1871.

Occasionally the author has deemed it best to change the names of villages, officers, and regiments or battalions.

The author believes that the romance separated from the facts should leave the historical basis virtually accurate.

R. W. C.

New York, September, 1897.

CHAPTER I

A MAKER OF MAPS

There was a rustle in the bushes, the sound of twigs snapping, a soft foot-fall on the dead leaves.

Marche stopped, took his pipe out of his mouth, and listened.

Patter! patter! patter! over the crackling underbrush, now near, now far away in the depths of the forest; then sudden silence, the silence that startles.

He turned his head warily, right, left; he knelt noiselessly, striving to pierce the thicket with his restless eyes. After a moment he arose on tiptoe, unslung his gun, cocked both barrels, and listened again, pipe tightly clutched between his white teeth.

All around lay the beautiful Lorraine forests, dim and sweet, dusky as velvet in their leafy depths. A single sunbeam, striking obliquely through the brush tangle, powdered the forest mould with gold.

He heard the little river Lisse, flowing, flowing, where green branches swept its placid surface with a thousand new-born leaves; he heard a throstle singing in the summer wind.

Suddenly, far ahead, something gray shambled loosely across the path, leaped a brush heap, slunk under a fallen tree, and loped on again.

For a moment Marche refused to believe his own eyes. A wolf in Lorraine!–a big, gray timber-wolf, here, within a mile of the Château Morteyn! He could see it yet, passing like a shadow along the trees. Before he knew it he was following, running noiselessly over the soft, mossy path, holding his little shot-gun tightly. As he ran, his eyes fixed on the spot where the wolf had disappeared, he began to doubt his senses again, he began to believe that the thing he saw was some shaggy sheep-dog from the Moselle, astray in the Lorraine forests. But he held his pace, his pipe griped in his teeth, his gun swinging at his side. Presently, as he turned into a grass-grown carrefour, a mere waste of wild-flowers and tangled briers, he caught his ankle in a strand of ivy and fell headlong. Sprawling there on the moss and dead leaves, the sound of human voices struck his ear, and he sat up, scowling and rubbing his knees.

The voices came nearer; two people were approaching the carrefour. Jack Marche, angry and dirty, looked through the bushes, stanching a long scratch on his wrist with his pocket-handkerchief. The people were in sight now–a man, tall, square-shouldered, striding swiftly through the woods, followed by a young girl. Twice she sprang forward and seized him by the arm, but he shook her off roughly and hastened on. As they entered the carrefour, the girl ran in front of him and pushed him back with all her strength.

“Come, now,” said the man, recovering his balance, “you had better stop this before I lose patience. Go back!”

The girl barred his way with slender arms out-stretched.

“What are you doing in my woods?” she demanded. “Answer me! I will know, this time!”

“Let me pass!” sneered the man. He held a roll of papers in one hand; in the other, steel compasses that glittered in the sun.

“I shall not let you pass!” she said, desperately; “you shall not pass! I wish to know what it means, why you and the others come into my woods and make maps of every path, of every brook, of every bridge–yes, of every wall and tree and rock! I have seen you before–you and the others. You are strangers in my country!”

“Get out of my path,” said the man, sullenly.

“Then give me that map you have made! I know what you are! You come from across the Rhine!”

The man scowled and stepped towards her.

“You are a German spy!” she cried, passionately.

“You little fool!” he snarled, seizing her arm. He shook her brutally; the scarlet skirts fluttered, a little rent came in the velvet bodice, the heavy, shining hair tumbled down over her eyes.

In a moment Marche had the man by the throat. He held him there, striking him again and again in the face. Twice the man tried to stab him with the steel compasses, but Marche dragged them out of his fist and hammered him until he choked and spluttered and collapsed on the ground, only to stagger to his feet again and lurch into the thicket of second growth. There he tripped and fell as Marche had fallen on the ivy, but, unlike Marche, he wriggled under the bushes and ran on, stooping low, never glancing back.

The impulse that comes to men to shoot when anything is running for safety came over Marche for an instant. Instinctively he raised his gun, hesitated, lowered it, still watching the running man with cold, bright eyes.

“Well,” he said, turning to the girl behind him, “he’s gone now. Ought I to have fired? Ma foi! I’m sorry I didn’t! He has torn your bodice and your skirt!”

The girl stood breathless, cheeks aflame, burnished tangled hair shadowing her eyes.

“We have the map,” she said, with a little gasp.

Marche picked up a crumpled roll of paper from the ground and opened it. It contained a rough topographical sketch of the surrounding country, a detail of a dozen small forest paths, a map of the whole course of the river Lisse from its source to its junction with the Moselle, and a beautiful plan of the Château de Nesville.

“That is my house!” said the girl; “he has a map of my house! How dare he!”

“The Château de Nesville?” asked Marche, astonished; “are you Lorraine?”

“Yes! I’m Lorraine. Didn’t you know it?”

“Lorraine de Nesville?” he repeated, curiously.

“Yes! How dares that German to come into my woods and make maps and carry them back across the Rhine! I have seen him before–twice–drawing and measuring along the park wall. I told my father, but he thinks only of his balloons. I have seen others, too–other strange men in the chase–always measuring or staring about or drawing. Why? What do Germans want of maps of France? I thought of it all day–every day; I watched, I listened in the forest. And do you know what I think?”

“What?” asked Marche.

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