the four horsemen of the apocalypse-第77部分
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fe。 These interesting bits of news came from a world not much more than sixty miles distant in a direct line 。 。 。 but so far； so very far away！
Suddenly the father noticed that his boy was listening with less attention。 His senses； sharpened by a life of alarms and ambushed attacks； appeared to be withdrawing itself from the company； attracted by the firing。 Those were no longer scattered shots； they had combined into a continual crackling。
The senator； who had left father and son together that they might talk more freely； now reappeared。
〃We are dismissed from here； my friend；〃 he announced。 〃We have no luck in our visits。〃
Soldiers were no longer passing to and fro。 All had hastened to their posts； like the crew of a ship which clears for action。 While Julio was taking up the rifle which he had left against the wall； a bit of dust whirled above his father's head and a little hole appeared in the ground。
〃Quick； get out of here！〃 he said pushing Don Marcelo。
Then； in the shelter of a covered trench； came the nervous； very brief farewell。 〃Good…bye； father；〃 a kiss； and he was gone。 He had to return as quickly as possible to the side of his men。
The firing had become general all along the line。 The soldiers were shooting serenely； as though fulfilling an ordinary function。 It was a combat that took place every day without anybody's knowing exactly who started itin consequence of the two armies being installed face to face； and such a short distance apart。 。 。 。 The Chief of the battalion was also obliged to desert his guests； fearing a counter…attack。
Again the officer charged with their safe conduct put himself at the head of the file； and they began to retrace their steps through the slippery maze。 Desnoyers was tramping sullenly on； angry at the intervention of the enemy which had cut short his happiness。
Before his inward gaze fluttered the vision of Julio with his black； curly beard which to him was the greatest novelty of the trip。 He heard again his grave voice； that of a man who has taken up life from a new viewpoint。
〃I am content； father 。 。 。 I am content。〃
The firing； growing constantly more distant； gave the father great uneasiness。 Then he felt an instinctive faith； absurd； very firm。 He saw his son beautiful and immortal as a god。 He had a conviction that he would come out safe and sound from all dangers。 That others should die was but natural； but Julio！ 。 。 。
As they got further and further away from the soldier boy； Hope appeared to be singing in his ears； and as an echo of his pleasing musings； the father kept repeating mentally：
〃No one will kill him。 My heart which never deceives me； tells me so。 。 。 。 No one will kill him！〃
CHAPTER IV
〃NO ONE WILL KILL HIM〃
Four months later； Don Marcelo's confidence received a rude shock。 Julio was wounded。 But at the same time that Lacour bought him this news； lamentably delayed； he tranquilized him with the result of his investigations in the war ministry。 Sergeant Desnoyers was now a sub…lieutenant； his wound was almost healed and； thanks to the wire… pulling of the senator； he was coming to pass a fortnight with his family while convalescing。
〃An exceptionally brave fellow；〃 concluded the influential man。 〃I have read what his chiefs say about him。 At the head of his platoon； he attacked a German company； he killed the captain with his own hand； he did I don't know how many more brave things besides。 。 。 。 They have presented him with the military medal and have made him an officer。 。 。 。 A regular hero！〃
And the rapidly aging father； weeping with emotion； but with increasing enthusiasm； shook his head and trembled。 He repented now of his momentary lack of faith when the first news of his wounded boy reached him。 How absurd！ 。 。 。 No one would kill Julio； his heart told him so。
Soon after； he saw him coming home amid the cries and delighted exclamations of the women。 Poor Dona Luisa wept as she embraced him； hanging on his neck with sobs of emotion。 Chichi contemplated him with grave reflection； putting half of her mind on the recent arrival while the rest flew far away in search of the other warrior。 The dusky； South American maids fought each other for the opening in the curtains； peering through the crack with the gaze of an antelope。
The father admired the little scrap of gold on the sleeve of the gray cloak； with the skirts buttoning behind； examining afterwards the dark blue cap with its low brim； adopted by the French for the war in the trenches。 The traditional kepi had disappeared。 A suitable visor； like that of the men in the Spanish infantry； now shadowed Julio's face。 Don Marcelo noted； too； the short and well… cared…for beard； very different from the one he had seen in the trenches。 The boy was coming home； groomed and polished from his recent stay in the hospital。
〃Isn't it true that he looks like me？〃 queried the old man proudly。
Dona Luisa responded with the inconsequence that mothers always show in matters of resemblance。
〃He has always been the living image of you！〃
Having made sure that he was well and happy； the entire family suddenly felt a certain disquietude。 They wished to examine his wound so as to convince themselves that he was completely out of danger。
〃Oh； it's nothing at all；〃 protested the sub…lieutenant。 〃A bullet wound in the shoulder。 The doctor feared at first that I might lose my left arm； but it has healed well and it isn't worth while to think any more about it。〃
Chichi's appraising glance swept Julio from head to foot； taking in all the details of his military elegance。 His cloak was worn thin and dirty； the leggings were spatter…dashed with mud； he smelled of leather； sweaty cloth and strong tobacco； but on one wrist he was wearing a watch； and on the other； his identity medal fastened with a gold chain。 She had always admired her brother for his natural good taste； so she stowed away all these little details in her memory in order to pass them on to Rene。 Then she surprised her mother with a demand for a loan that she might send a little gift to her artilleryman。
Don Marcelo gloated over the fifteen days of satisfaction ahead of him。 Sub…lieutenant Desnoyers found it impossible to go out alone； for his father was always pacing up and down the reception hall before the military cap which was shedding modest splendor and glory upon the hat rack。 Scarcely had Julio put it on his head before his sire appeared； also with hat and cane； ready to sally forth。
〃Will you permit me to accompany you？ 。 。 。 I will not bother you。〃
This would be said so humbly； with such an evident desire to have his request granted； that his son had not the heart to refuse him。 In order to take a walk with Argensola； he had to scurry down the back stairs； or resort to other schoolboy tricks。
Never had the elder Desnoyers promenaded the streets of Paris with such solid satisfaction as by the side of this muscular youth in his gloriously worn cloak； on whose breast were glistening his two decorationsthe cross of war and the military medal。 He was a hero； and this hero was his son。 He accepted as homage to them both the sympathetic glances of the public in the street cars and subways。 The interest with which the women regarded the fine… looking youth tickled him immensely。 All the other military men that they met； no matter how many bands and crosses they displayed； appeared to the doting father mere embusques； unworthy of comparison with his Julio。 。 。 。 The wounded men who got out of the coaches by the aid of staffs and crutches inspired him with the greatest pity。 Poor fellows！ 。 。 。 They did not bear the charmed life of his son。 Nobody could kill him； and when； by chance； he had received a wound； the scars had immediately disappeared without detriment to his handsome person。
Sometimes； especially at night； Desnoyers senior would show an unexpected magnanimity； letting Julio fare forth alone。 Since before the war； his son had led a life filled with triumphant love… affairs； what might he not achieve now with the added prestige of a distinguished officer！ 。 。 。
Passing through his room on his way to bed； the father imagined the hero in the charming company of some aristocratic lady。 None but a feminine celebrity was worthy of him； his paternal pride could accept nothing less。 。 。 。 And it never occurred to him that Julio might be with Argensola in a music…hall or in a moving…picture show； enjoying the simple and monotonous diversions of a Paris sobered by war； with the homely tastes of a sub…lieutenant whose amorous conquests were no more than the renewal of some old friendships。
One evening as Don Marcelo was accompanying his son down the Champs Elysees； he started at recognizing a lady approaching from the opposite direction。 It was Madame Laurier。 。 。 。 Would she recognize Julio？ He noted that the youth turned pale and began looking at the other people with feigned interest。 She continued straight ahead； erect； unseeing。 The old gentleman was almost irritated at such coldness。 To pass by his son without feeling his presence instinctively！ Ah； these women！ 。 。 。 He turned his head involuntarily to look after her； but had to avert his inquisitive glance immediately。 He had surprised Marguerite motionless behind them； pallid with surprise； and fixing her gaze earnestly on the soldier who was separating himself from her。 Don Marcelo read in her eyes admiration； love； all of the past that was suddenly surging up in her memory。 Poor woman！ 。 。 。 He felt for her a paternal affection as though she were the wife of Julio。 His friend Lacour had again spoken to him about the Lauriers。 He knew that Marguerite was going to become a mother； and the old man； without taking into account the reconciliation nor the passage of time； felt as much moved at the thought of this approaching maternity as though the child were going to be Julio's。
Meanwhile Julio was marching right on； without turning his head； without being conscious of the burning gaze fixed upon him； colorless； but humming a tune to hide his emotion。 He always believed that Marguerite had passed near him without recognizing him； since his father did not
