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wallowed up by the trees。
CHAPTER IV
NEAR THE SACRED GROTTO
Argensola had found a new occupation even more exciting than marking out on the map the manoeuvres of the armies。
〃I am now devoting myself to the taube；〃 he announced。 〃It appears from four to five with the precision a punctilious guest coming to take tea。〃
Every afternoon at the appointed hour； a German aeroplane was flying over Paris dropping bombs。 This would…be intimidation was producing no terror； the people accepting the visit as an interesting and extraordinary spectacle。 In vain the aviators were flinging in the city streets German flags bearing ironic messages； giving accounts of the defeat of the retreating army and the failures of the Russian offensive。 Lies； all lies！ In vain they were dropping bombs； destroying garrets； killing or wounding old men； women and babes。 〃Ah； the bandits！〃 The crowds would threaten with their fists the malign mosquito； scarcely visible 6；000 feet above them； and after this outburst； they would follow it with straining eyes from street to street； or stand motionless in the square in order to study its evolutions。
The most punctual of all the spectators was Argensola。 At four o'clock he was in the place de la Concorde with upturned face and wide…open eyes； in most cordial good…fellowship with all the bystanders。 It was as though they were holding season tickets at the same theatre； becoming acquainted through seeing each other so often。 〃Will it come？ 。 。 。 Will it not come to…day？〃 The women appeared to be the most vehement； some of them rushing up； flushed and breathless； fearing that they might have arrived too late for the show。 。 。 。 A great cry〃There it comes！ 。 。 。 There it is！〃 And thousands of hands were pointing to a vague spot on the horizon。 With field glasses and telescopes they were aiding their vision； the popular venders offering every kind of optical instruments and for an hour the thrilling spectacle of an aerial hunt was played out； noisy and useless。
The great insect was trying to reach the Eiffel Tower； and from its base would come sharp reports； at the same time that the different platforms spit out a fierce stream of shrapnel。 As it zigzagged over the city； the discharge of rifles would crackle from roof and street。 Everyone that had arms in his house was firingthe soldiers of the guard； and the English and Belgians on their way through Paris。 They knew that their shots were perfectly useless； but they were firing for the fun of retorting； hoping at the same time that one of their chance shots might achieve a miracle； but the only miracle was that the shooters did not kill each other with their precipitate and ineffectual fire。 As it was； a few passers…by did fall； wounded by balls from unknown sources。
Argensola would tear from street to street following the evolutions of the inimical bird； trying to guess where its projectiles would fall； anxious to be the first to reach the bombarded house； excited by the shots that were answering from below。 And to think that he had no gun like those khaki…clad Englishmen or those Belgians in barrick cap； with tassel over the front！ 。 。 。 Finally the taube tired of manoeuvering； would disappear。 〃Until to…morrow！〃 ejaculated the Spaniard。 〃Perhaps to…morrow's show may be even more interesting！〃
He employed his free hours between his geographical observations and his aerial contemplations in making the rounds of the stations； watching the crowds of travellers making their escape from Paris。 The sudden vision of the truthafter the illusion which the Government had been creating with its optimistic dispatches； the certainty that the Germans were actually near when a week before they had imagined them completely routed； the taubes flying over Paris； the mysterious threat of the Zeppelinsall these dangerous signs were filling a part of the community with frenzied desperation。 The railroad stations； guarded by the soldiery； were only admitting those who had secured tickets in advance。 Some had been waiting entire days for their turn to depart。 The most impatient were starting to walk； eager to get outside of the city as soon as possible。 The roads were black with the crowds all going in the same directions。 Toward the South they were fleeing by automobile； in carriages； in gardeners' carts； on foot。
Argensola surveyed this hegira with serenity。 He would remain because he had always admired those men who witnessed the Siege of Paris in 1870。 Now it was going to be his good fortune to observe an historical drama； perhaps even more interesting。 The wonders that he would be able to relate in the future！ 。 。 。 But the distraction and indifference of his present audience were annoying him greatly。 He would hasten back to the studio； in feverish excitement； to communicate the latest gratifying news to Desnoyers who would listen as though he did not hear him。 The night that he informed him that the Government； the Chambers； the Diplomatic Corps； and even the actors of the Comedie Francaise were going that very hour on special trains for Bordeaux； his companion merely replied with a shrug of indifference。
Desnoyers was worrying about other things。 That morning he had received a note from Margueriteonly two lines scrawled in great haste。 She was leaving； starting immediately； accompanied by her mother。 Adieu！ 。 。 。 and nothing more。 The panic had caused many love…affairs to be forgotten； had broken off long intimacies； but Marguerite's temperament was above such incoherencies from mere flight。 Julio felt that her terseness was very ominous。 Why not mention the place to which she was going？ 。 。 。
In the afternoon； he took a bold step which she had always forbidden。 He went to her home and talked a long time with the concierge in order to get some news。 The good woman was delighted to work off on him the loquacity so brusquely cut short by the flight of tenants and servants。 The lady on the first floor （Marguerite's mother） had been the last to abandon the house in spite of the fact that she was really sick over her son's departure。 They had left the day before without saying where they were going。 The only thing that she knew was that they took the train in the Gare d'Orsay。 They were going toward the South like all the rest of the rich。
And she supplemented her revelations with the vague news that the daughter had seemed very much upset by the information that she had received from the front。 Someone in the family was wounded。 Perhaps it was the brother； but she really didn't know。 With so many surprises and strange things happening； it was difficult to keep track of everything。 Her husband； too； was in the army and she had her own affairs to worry about。
〃Where can she have gone？〃 Julio asked himself all day long。 〃Why does she wish to keep me in ignorance of her whereabouts？〃
When his comrade told him that night about the transfer of the seat of government； with all the mystery of news not yet made public； Desnoyers merely replied：
〃They are doing the best thing。 。 。 。 I； too； will go tomorrow if I can。〃
Why remain longer in Paris？ His family was away。 His father； according to Argen