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hing individual。 Its builders erected it to the memory of la Grande Armee and that Grand Army was the people in arms who spread revolution throughout Europe。 The artists； great inventors； foresaw the true significance of this work。 The warriors of Rude who are chanting the Marseillaise in the group at the left are not professional soldiers； they are armed citizens； marching to work out their sublime and violent mission。 Their nudity makes them appear to me like sans…culottes in Grecian helmets。 。 。 。 Here there is more than the glory and egoism of a great nation。 All Europe is awake to new life； thanks to these Crusaders of Liberty。 。 。 。 The nations call to mind certain images。 If I think of Greece； I see the columns of the Parthenon； Rome； Mistress of the World； is the Coliseum and the Arch of Trajan； and revolutionary France is the Arc de Triomphe。〃
The Arch was even more； according to the Russian。 It represented a great historical retaliation； the nations of the South； called the Latin races； replying； after many centuries； to the invasion which had destroyed the Roman jurisdictionthe Mediterranean peoples spreading themselves as conquerors through the lands of the ancient barbarians。 Retreating immediately； they had swept away the past like a tidal wavethe great surf depositing all that it contained。 Like the waters of certain rivers which fructify by overflowing； this recession of the human tide had left the soil enriched with new and generous ideas。
〃If THEY should return！〃 added Tchernoff with a look of uneasiness。 〃If they again should tread these stones！ 。 。 。 Before； they were simple…minded folk； stunned by their rapid good…fortune； who passed through here like a farmer through a salon。 They were content with money for the pocket and two provinces which should perpetuate the memory of their victory。 。 。 。 But now they will not be the soldiers only who march against Paris。 At the tail of the armies come the maddened canteen…keepers； the Herr Professors； carrying at the side the little keg of wine with the powder which crazes the barbarian； the wine of Kultur。 And in the vans come also an enormous load of scientific savagery； a new philosophy which glorifies Force as a principle and sanctifier of everything； denies liberty； suppresses the weak and places the entire world under the charge of a minority chosen by God； just because it possesses the surest and most rapid methods of slaughter。 Humanity may well tremble for the future if again resounds under this archway the tramp of boots following a march of Wagner or any other Kapellmeister。〃
They left the Arch； following the avenue Victor Hugo。 Tchernoff walking along in dogged silence as though the vision of this imaginary procession had overwhelmed him。 Suddenly he continued aloud the course of his reflections。
〃And if they should enter； what does it matter？ 。 。 。 On that account； the cause of Right will not die。 It suffers eclipses； but is born again； it may be ignored and trampled under foot； but it does not； therefore； cease to exist； and all good souls recognize it as the only rule of life。 A nation of madmen wishes to place might upon the pedestal that others have raised to Right。 Useless endeavor！ The eternal hope of mankind will ever be the increasing power of more liberty； more brotherliness； more justice。〃
The Russian appeared to calm himself with this statement。 He and his friends spoke of the spectacle which Paris was presenting in its preparation for war。 Tchernoff bemoaned the great suffering produced by the catastrophe； the thousands and thousands of domestic tragedies that were unrolling at that moment。 Apparently nothing had changed。 In the centre of the city and around the stations； there was unusual agitation； but the rest of the immense city did not appear affected by the great overthrow of its existence。 The solitary street was presenting its usual aspect； the breeze was gently moving the leaves。 A solemn peace seemed to be spreading itself through space。 The houses appeared wrapped in slumber； but behind the closed windows might be surmised the insomnia of the reddened eyes； the sighs from hearts anguished by the threatened danger； the tremulous agility of the hands preparing the war outfit； perhaps the last loving greetings exchanged without pleasure； with kisses ending in sobs。
Tchernoff thought of his neighbors； the husband and wife who occupied the other interior apartment behind the studio。 She was no longer playing the piano。 The Russian had overheard disputes； the banging of doors locked with violence； and the footsteps of a man in the middle of the night； fleeing from a woman's cries。 There had begun to develop on the other side of the wall a regulation dramaa repetition of hundreds of others； all taking place at the same time。
〃She is a German；〃 volunteered the Russian。 〃Our concierge has ferreted out her nationality。 He must have gone by this time to join his regiment。 Last night I could hardly sleep。 I heard the lamentations through the thin wall partition； the steady； desperate weeping of an abandoned child； and the voice of a man who was vainly trying to quiet her！ 。 。 。 Ah； what a rain of sorrows is now falling upon the world！〃
That same evening； on leaving the house； he had met her by her door。 She appeared like another woman； with an old look as though in these agonizing hours she had been suffering for fifteen years。 In vain the kindly Tchernoff had tried to cheer her up； urging her to accept quietly her husband's absence so as not to harm the little one who was coming。
〃For the unhappy creature is going to be a mother；〃 he said sadly。 〃She hides her condition with a certain modesty； but from my window； I have often seen her making the dainty layette。〃
The woman had listened to him as though she did not understand。 Words were useless before her desperation。 She could only sob as though talking to herself； 〃I am a German。 。 。 。 He has gone； he has to go away。 。 。 。 Alone！ 。 。 。 Alone forever！〃 。 。 。
〃She is thinking all the time of her nationality which is separating her from her husband； she is thinking of the concentration camp to which they will take her with her compatriots。 She is fearful of being abandoned in the enemy's country obliged to defend itself against the attack of her own country。 。 。 。 And all this when she is about to become a mother。 What miseries！ What agonies！〃
The three reached the rue de la Pompe and on entering the house； Tchernoff began to take leave of his companions in order to climb the service stairs； but Desnoyers wished to prolong the conversation。 He dreaded being alone with his friend； still chagrined over the evening's events。 The conversation with the Russian interested him； so they all went up in the elevator together。 Argensola suggested that this would be a good opportunity to uncork one of the many bottles which he was keeping in the kitchen。 Tchernoff could go home through the studio door that opened on the stairway。
The great window had its glass doors wide open； the transoms on the patio side were also open； a breeze kept the curtains swaying； moving； too； the old lanterns； moth…eaten flags and other ador