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t； but the emotions of the day； the executions seen so near； the danger still threatening； had awakened in him a nervous appetite。 The fact that he was so impotent in the midst of his riches and unable to avail himself of anything on his estate but aggravated his necessity。
〃Poor Master！〃 again exclaimed the faithful soul。
And the woman looked with astonishment at the millionaire devouring a bit of bread and a triangle of cheese； the only food that she could find in her humble dwelling。 The certainty that he would not be able to find any other nourishment； no matter how much he might seek it； greatly sharpened his cravings。 To have acquired an enormous fortune only to perish with hunger at the end of his existence！ 。 。 。 The good wife； as though guessing his thoughts； sighed； raising her eyes beseechingly to heaven。 Since the early morning hours； the world had completely changed its course。 Ay； this war！ 。 。 。
The rest of the afternoon and a part of the night； the proprietor kept receiving news from the Keeper after his visits to the castle。 The General and numerous officers were now occupying the rooms。 Not a single door was locked； all having been opened with blows of the axe or gun。 Many things had completely disappeared； the man did not know exactly how； but they had vanishedperhaps destroyed； or perhaps carried off by those who were coming and going。 The chief with the banded sleeve was going from room to room examining everything； dictating in German to a soldier who was writing down his orders。 Meanwhile the General and his staff were in the dining room drinking heavily； consulting the maps spread out on the floor； and ordering the Warden to go down into the vaults for the very best wines。
By nightfall； an onward movement was noticeable in the human tide that had been overflowing the fields as far as the eye could reach。 Some bridges had been constructed across the Marne and the invasion had renewed its march； shouting enthusiastically。 〃Nach Paris！〃 Those left behind till the following day were to live in the ruined houses or the open air。 Desnoyers heard songs。 Under the splendor of the evening stars； the soldiers had grouped themselves in musical knots； chanting a sweet and solemn chorus of religious gravity。 Above the trees was floating a red cloud； intensified by the duska reflection of the still burning village。 Afar off were bonfires of farms and homesteads； twinkling in the night with their blood… colored lights。
The bewildered proprietor of the castle finally fell asleep in a bed in the lodge； made mercifully unconscious by the heavy and stupefying slumber of exhaustion； without fright nor nightmare。 He seemed to be falling； falling into a bottomless pit； and on awaking fancied that he had slept but a few minutes。 The sun was turning the window shades to an orange hue； spattered with shadows of waving boughs and birds fluttering and twittering among the leaves。 He shared their joy in the cool refreshing dawn of the summer day。 It certainly was a fine morningbut whose dwelling was this？ 。 。 。 He gazed dumbfounded at his bed and surroundings。 Suddenly the reality assaulted his brain that had been so sweetly dulled by the first splendors of the day。 Step by step； the host of emotions compressed into the preceding day； came climbing up the long stairway of his memory to the last black and red landing of the night before。 And he had slept tranquilly surrounded by enemies； under the surveillance of an arbitrary power which might destroy him in one of its caprices！
When he went into the kitchen； the Warden gave him some news。 The Germans were departing。 The regiment encamped in the park had left at daybreak； and after them others； and still others。 In the village there was still one regiment occupying the few houses yet standing and the ruins of the charred ones。 The General had gone also with his numerous staff。 There was nobody in the castle now but the head of a Reserve brigade whom his aide called 〃The Count；〃 and a few officials。
Upon receiving this information； the proprietor ventured to leave the lodge。 He saw his gardens destroyed； but still beautiful。 The trees were still stately in spite of the damage done to their trunks。 The birds were flying about excitedly； rejoicing to find themselves again in possession of the spaces so recently flooded by the human inundation。
Suddenly Desnoyers regretted having sallied forth。 Five huge trucks were lined up near the moat before the castle bridge。 Gangs of soldiers were coming out carrying on their shoulders enormous pieces of furniture； like peons conducting a moving。 A bulky object wrapped in damask curtainsan excellent substitute for sackingwas being pushed by four men toward one of the drays。 The owner suspected immediately what it must be。 His bath！ The famous tub of gold！ 。 。 。 Then with an abrupt revulsion of feeling； he felt no grief at his loss。 He now detested the ostentatious thing； attributing to it a fatal influence。 On account of it he was here。 But； ay！ 。 。 。 the other furnishings piled up in the drays！ 。 。 。 In that moment he suffered the extreme agony of misery and impotence。 It was impossible for him to defend his property； to dispute with the head thief who was sacking his castle； tranquilly ignoring the very existence of the owner。 〃Robbers！ thieves！〃 and he fled back to the lodge。
He passed the remainder of the morning with his elbow on the table； his head in his hands； the same as the day before； letting the hours grind slowly by； trying not to hear the rolling of the vehicles that were bearing away these credentials of his wealth。
Toward midday； the Keeper announced that an officer who had arrived a few hours before in an automobile was inquiring for him。
Responding to this summons； Desnoyers encountered outside the lodge； a captain arrayed like the others in sheathed and pointed helmet； in mustard…colored uniform； red leather boots； sword； revolver； field… glasses and geographic map hanging in a case from his belt。 He appeared young； on his sleeve was the staff emblem。
〃Do you know me？ 。 。 。 I did not wish to pass through here without seeing you。〃
He spoke in Castilian； and Don Marcelo felt greater surprise at this than at the many things which he had been experiencing so painfully during the last twenty…four hours。
〃You really do not know me？〃 queried the German； always in Spanish。 〃I am Otto。 。 。 。 Captain Otto von Hartrott。〃
The old man's mind went painfully down the staircase of memory； stopping this time at a far…distant landing。 There he saw the old ranch； and his brother…in…law announcing the birth of his second son。 〃I shall give him Bismarck's name；〃 Karl had said。 Then； climbing back past many other platforms； Desnoyers saw himself in Berlin during his visit to the von Hartrott home where they were speaking proudly of Otto； almost as learned as the older brother； but devoting his talents entirely to martial matters。 He was then a lieutenant and studying for admission to the General Staff。 〃Who knows but he may turn out to be another Moltke？〃 said the proud father 。 。 。 and the charming Chichi had thereupon promptly bestowed upon the warlike wonder