It was about seven o’clock in the morning ten days later. Over green fields the sun was shining and the birds were singing in the tops of the tall chestnut trees which were now covered with fragrant blossoms. These trees stood close about an old mansion which was enclosed by a high stone wall with no opening save a tall iron gate connecting with the avenue that led in a straight line to the house. But although there was a small lodge beside it, the gate stood open.
The old stone house itself was strangely built. It had three towers, one taller than the rest, commanding a sweeping view of the country near by. At one side of the building an old stone cloister led to a small chapel a few hundred yards away. And this morning two girls were walking quietly up and down this cloister in uniforms not[139] strikingly unlike those that used long ago to be worn by the young demoiselles of the ancient “Convent of the Sacred Heart” in northern France. But these two modern girls belonged to a newer and braver sisterhood, the order of the Red Cross.
They were Barbara Meade and Nona Davis, but their faces suggested that years, not days, must have passed over them. Their cheeks were white, their expressions strained. From Barbara’s eyes and mouth the suggestion of sudden, spontaneous laughter had disappeared. She looked a little sick and a little frightened.
Nona was different, although she suggested a piece of marble. The experiences of the past ten days had brought out the fighting qualities in this young southern girl. Her golden-brown eyes were steady, she carried her chin up and her shoulders straight. She looked the daughter of a soldier.
Now she put her arm across the smaller girl’s shoulder.
“Let us go for a walk,” she suggested. “No one in the hospital wants our services[140] for a while and breakfast won’t be served for another hour. It will do you good to get away from the thought of suffering. We need not go far; besides, the country near here is entirely peaceful.”
Barbara said nothing in reply, but taking her consent for granted, the two girls left the cloister and went down the avenue to the open gate and so out into the countryside.
They did not seem to feel like talking a great deal; the endless chatter that had kept them busy during the trip across had died away. But the morning was lovely and the countryside so peaceful that the thought of the scene of battle not far off seemed almost incredible. They were in the midst of a meadow and orchard country of rolling level fields. Beyond them, however, was a line of hills and a forest. But there were no other large houses near, only some small cottages at the edges of the meadows. These belonged to the French peasants, and although the men were now in the trenches, still they appeared thrifty and well kept. For so far, though the[141] enemy watched so near, this part of the country had escaped the actual warfare. The hospital was only a bare five miles from the British line of soldiers, yet was comparatively safe. And for this reason the famous old French school had been emptied of its pupils and turned over to the Red Cross.
As they left the big gate Nona glanced behind her. From the top of the tallest tower floated a white flag, the emblem of peace, and yet bearing upon it a cross of red, symbol of suffering. Then just for an instant the thought crossed her mind, Would this flag continue to protect them throughout the war?
But as there was no possible answer to this question she turned once more to the idea of diverting her companion.
Barbara did not seem to be noticing anything. She was downcast and wandered along with her eyes fixed upon the ground.
“I do not think you ought to worry so or take your breakdown so seriously, Barbara,” Nona began. “Why, it might have happened to any one in the world and[142] only shows how keenly you feel things. Next time you will be better prepared.”
But the other girl shook her head. “I had no right to come to Europe to help with the Red Cross nursing if I haven’t nerve enough not to flunk. Think of it, Nona, the very first time I was called upon to give assistance of real importance, to faint!” The girl’s voice expressed the limit of self-contempt. “And this when Eugenia and Lady Mathers were the two other nurses. I would almost rather have died than have had it happen. I believe Eugenia had to stop and drag me out of the surgeon’s way. But she has been very kind since, and after all my brave talk on the steamer has not yet mentioned my downfall. I suppose I ought to go home and carry out my threat.”
The tears were sliding down Barbara’s cheeks, but in spite of this Nona smiled.
“You are the last person in the world to play quitter,” she returned quietly. “Now look here, Barbara, you and I know that since we arrived at the hospital we have both been feeling that perhaps we were[143] not wanted and that all our efforts and dreams of helping are going to amount to little.” She stopped and for a moment laid both hands on her friend’s shoulders. “Well, let’s you and I show people differently. I haven’t had much experience and so I am perfectly willing to help in any way I can be useful until I learn more. You know you went to pieces the other day, not because you did not have courage to help, but because you have been seeing so many horrors all at once and you have not yet gotten used to them. That poor fellow——”
But Barbara’s eyes were imploring her friend to silence. “Let’s don’t talk about him any more,” she begged. “I was used up, there had been so many others and then this soldier somehow reminded me of some one I knew.”
Barbara drew a deep breath and squared her shoulders. It may be that the thought of the some one had given her new resolution. “Of course, you know I mean to keep on trying,” she added finally.
Then taking off her nurse’s cap a............