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Barbarians - Chapter 25. Kamerad Barbarians - Chapter 25. Kamerad

Barbarians - Chapter 25. Kamerad
CHAPTER XXV. KAMERADDown the slope, through the thicket, came a man. She could see his legs only. He wore dust-coloured breeches and tan puttees, like Sticky Smith's and Kid Glenn's, only he wore no big, clanking Mexican spurs. The man passed in front of her, his burly body barely visible through the leaves, but not his features. She rose, turned, ran over the moss, hurried through the ferns of the warren, retracing her steps, and arrived breathless at the _lavoir_. And scarcely had she dropped to her knees and seized soap and paddle, than a squat, bronzed, powerfully built young man... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 723

Barbarians - Chapter 24. Bubbles Barbarians - Chapter 24. Bubbles

Barbarians - Chapter 24. Bubbles
CHAPTER XXIV. BUBBLESAn east wind was very likely to bring gas to the trenches north of the Sainte Lesse salient. A north wind, according to season, brought snow or rain or fog upon British, French, Belgian and Boche alike. Winds of the south carried distant exhalations from orchards and green fields into the pitted waste of ashes where that monstrous desolation stretched away beneath a thundering iron rain which beat all day, all night upon the dead flesh of the world. But the west wind was the vital wind, flowing melodiously through the trees--a clean, aromatic, refreshing wind, filling the sickened... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1625

Barbarians - Chapter 23. Madam Death Barbarians - Chapter 23. Madam Death

Barbarians - Chapter 23. Madam Death
CHAPTER XXIII. MADAM DEATHThere was no reply, because the young man was hanging out over his window sill in the darkness trying to switch away, from her closed window below, the big, clattering Death's Head moth which obstinately and persistently fluttered there. What possessed the moth to continue battering its wings at the window of the room below? Had the other moths which he released done so, too? They had darted out of his room into the night, each garnished with a tissue robe. He supposed they had flown north; he had not looked out to see. What had gone wrong... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2684

Barbarians - Chapter 22. The Suspect Barbarians - Chapter 22. The Suspect

Barbarians - Chapter 22. The Suspect
CHAPTER XXII. THE SUSPECTThat night she wrote to her lover at the great hospital in the south he lay slowly growing well: MY DJACK: Today has been very beautiful, made so for me by my thoughts of you and by a warm September sun which makes for human happiness, too. I am wearing my ribbon of the Legion. Ah, my Djack, it belongs more rightly to you, who would not let me go alone to Nivelle that dreadful day. Why do they not give you the cross? They must be very stupid in Paris. All day my happy thoughts have... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3425

Barbarians - Chapter 21. The Gardener Barbarians - Chapter 21. The Gardener

Barbarians - Chapter 21. The Gardener
CHAPTER XXI. THE GARDENERA week later, toward noon, as usual, the two American, muleteers, Smith and Glenn, sauntered over from their corral to the White Doe Tavern where, it being a meatless day, they ate largely of potato soup and of a tench, smoking hot. The tench had been caught that morning off the back doorstep, which was an ancient and mossy slab of limestone let into the coping of the river wall. Jean Courtray, the crippled inn-keeper, caught it. All that morning he had sat there in the sun on the river wall, half dozing, opening his dim eyes at... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1356

Barbarians - Chapter 20. 'La Brabanconne' Barbarians - Chapter 20. "La Brabanconne"

Barbarians - Chapter 20. 'La Brabanconne'
CHAPTER XX. "LA BRABANCONNE"No shells were falling in Nivelle as they left the car on the outskirts of the town and entered the long main street. That was all of Nivelle, a long, treeless main street from which branched a few alleys. Smouldering debris of what had been houses illuminated the street. There were no other lights. Nothing stirred except a gaunt cat flitting like a shadow along the gutter. There was not a sound save the faint stirring of the cinders over which pale flames played fitfully. Abandoned trenches ditched the little town in every direction; temporary shelters made of... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1815

Barbarians - Chapter 19. Honour Barbarians - Chapter 19. Honour

Barbarians - Chapter 19. Honour
CHAPTER XIX. HONOURFor a moment the airman stood watching and listening. The whir of the receding car died away in the night. Then, carrying his bundle and his bomber's sack, heavy with latent death, he went into the inn and through the cafe the sleeping innkeeper sat huddled, and felt his way cautiously to the little dining room. The wooden shutters had been closed; a candle flared on the table. Maryette sat beside it, her arms extended across the cloth, her head bowed. He thought she was asleep, but she looked up as his footfall sounded on the bare floor.... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3381

Barbarians - Chapter 18. The Aviator Barbarians - Chapter 18. The Aviator

Barbarians - Chapter 18. The Aviator
CHAPTER XVIII. THE AVIATORWhere the Fontanes highroad crosses the byroad to Sainte Lesse they were halted by a dusty column moving rapidly west--four hundred American mules convoyed by gendarmerie and remount troopers. The sweating riders, passing at a canter, shouted from their saddles to the big gendarme in the market cart that neither Nivelle nor Sainte Lesse were to be defended at present, and that all stragglers were being directed to Fontanes and Le Marronnier. Mules and drivers defiled at a swinging trot, enveloped in torrents of white dust; behind them rode a peloton of the remount, lashing recalcitrant animals forward;... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2574

Barbarians - Chapter 14. La Ploo Belle Barbarians - Chapter 14. La Ploo Belle

Barbarians - Chapter 14. La Ploo Belle
CHAPTER XIV. LA PLOO BELLEThey had been nearly three weeks on the voyage, three days in port, four more on cattle trains, and had been marching since morning from the nearest railway station at Estville-sur-Lesse. Now, lugging their large leather hold-alls, they started up the main street of Sainte Lesse, three sunburnt, loud-talking Americans, young, sturdy, careless of glance and voice and gesture, perfectly self-satisfied. Their footsteps echoed loudly on the pavement of this still, old town, lying so quietly in the shadow of its aged trees and its sixteenth century belfry the great bell, Bayard, had hung for hundreds... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1547

Barbarians - Chapter 13. Muleteers Barbarians - Chapter 13. Muleteers

Barbarians - Chapter 13. Muleteers
CHAPTER XIII. MULETEERSLying far to the southwest of the battle line, only when a strong northwest wind blew could Sainte Lesse hear the thudding of cannon beyond the horizon. And once, when the northeast wind had blown steadily for a week, on the wings of the driving drizzle had come a faint but dreadful odour which hung among the streets and lanes until the wind changed. Except for the carillon, nothing louder than the call of a cuckoo, the lowing of cattle or a goatherd's piping ever broke the summer silence in the little town. Birds sang; a shallow river rippled;... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2367

Barbarians - Chapter 12. Fifty-Fifty Barbarians - Chapter 12. Fifty-Fifty

Barbarians - Chapter 12. Fifty-Fifty
CHAPTER XII. FIFTY-FIFTYVail began: Tyranny was purely a matter of business with this little moral shrimp about whom I'm going to tell you. I was standing between a communication trench and a crater left by a mine which was being "consolidated," as they have it in these days.... All around me soldiers of the third line swarmed and clambered over the debris, digging, hammering, shifting planks and sandbags from south to north, lugging new timbers, reels of barbed wire, ladders, cases of ammunition, machine guns, trench mortars. The din of the guns was terrific; overhead our own shells passed with a... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1697

Barbarians - Chapter 11. The Seed Of Death Barbarians - Chapter 11. The Seed Of Death

Barbarians - Chapter 11. The Seed Of Death
CHAPTER XI. THE SEED OF DEATHIt was Dr. Vail whose identification secured burial for Neeland, not in the American cemetery, but in Aulnes Wood. When the raid into Finistere ended, and the unclean birds took flight, Vail, at Quimper, ordered north with his unit, heard of the tragedy, and went to Aulnes. And so Neeland was properly buried beside the youthful chatelaine. Which was, no doubt, what his severed soul desired. And perhaps hers desired it, too. Vail continued on to Paris, to Flanders, got gassed, and came back to New York. He had aged ten years in as many months.... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2137

Barbarians - Chapter 10. The Ghouls Barbarians - Chapter 10. The Ghouls

Barbarians - Chapter 10. The Ghouls
CHAPTER X. THE GHOULSThey dined by the latticed window; two candles lighted them; old Anne served them--old Anne of Faeouette in her wide white coiffe and collarette, her velvet bodice and her _chaussons broidered with the rose. Always she talked as she moved about with dish and salver--garrulous, deaf, and aged, and perhaps flushed with the gentle afterglow of that second infancy which comes before the night. "_Ouidame! It is I, Anne Le Bihan, who tell you this, my pretty gentleman. I have lived through eighty years and I have seen life begin and end in the Woods of Aulnes--alas!--in the... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 560

Barbarians - Chapter 9. L'ombre Barbarians - Chapter 9. L'ombre

Barbarians - Chapter 9. L'ombre
CHAPTER IX. L'OMBREAulnes Woods were brown and still under their unshed canopy of October leaves. Against a grey, transparent sky the oaks and beeches towered, unstirred by any wind; in the subdued light among the trees, ferns, startlingly green, spread delicate plumed fronds; there was no sound except the soft crash of his own footsteps through shriveling patches of brake; no movement save when a yellow leaf fluttered down from above or one of those little silvery grey moths took wing and fluttered aimlessly along the forest aisle, only to alight upon some lichen-spotted tree and cling there, slowly waving its... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 919

Barbarians - Chapter 8. En Observation Barbarians - Chapter 8. En Observation

Barbarians - Chapter 8. En Observation
CHAPTER VIII. EN OBSERVATIONThe incredible rumour that German airmen were in Brittany first came from Plouharnel in Morbihan; then from Bannalec an old Icelander had notified the Brigadier of the local Gendarmerie. But the Icelander was very drunk. A thimble of cognac did it. Again came an unconfirmed report that a shepherd lad while alternately playing on his Biniou and fishing for eels at the confluence of the Elle and Isole, had seen a werewolf in Lais Woods. The Loup Garou walked on two legs and had assumed the shape of a man with no features except two enormous eyes.... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 837

Barbarians - Chapter 4. Reconnaissance Barbarians - Chapter 4. Reconnaissance

Barbarians - Chapter 4. Reconnaissance
CHAPTER IV. RECONNAISSANCEAnd that was the way Carfax ended--a tiny tragedy of incompetence compared to the mountainous official fiasco at Gallipoli. Here, a few perished among the filthy salamanders in the snow; there, thousands died in the burning Turkish gorse---- ------------------ But that's history; and its makers are already officially damned. But now concerning two others of the fed-up dozen on board the mule transport--Harry Stent and Jim Brown. Destiny linked arms with them; Fate jerked a mysterious thumb over her shoulder toward Italy. Chance detailed them for special duty as soon as they landed. It was a magnificent sight, the... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2045

Barbarians - Chapter 3. Cuckoo! Barbarians - Chapter 3. Cuckoo!

Barbarians - Chapter 3. Cuckoo!
CHAPTER III. CUCKOO!Carfax, on duty, sat hunched up over the telephone, reporting to the fortress. Gray came in, closed the wooden shutters, hung blankets over them, lighted an oil stove and then a candle. Flint took up the cards, looked at Gary, then flung them aside, muttering. Nobody attempted to read; nobody touched the cards again. An orderly came in with soup. The meal was brief and perfectly silent. Flint said casually, after the table had been cleared: "I haven't slept for a month. If I don't get some sleep I'll go queer. I warn you; that's all. I'm sorry to... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3129

Barbarians - Chapter 2. Marooned Barbarians - Chapter 2. Marooned

Barbarians - Chapter 2. Marooned
CHAPTER II. MAROONED"Will they do anything for us?" repeated Carfax. The staff officer thought it very doubtful. He stood in the snow switching his wet puttees and looking out across a world of tumbled mountains. Over on his right lay Germany; on his left, France; Switzerland towered in ice behind him against an arctic blue sky. It grew warm on the Falcon Peak, almost hot in the sun. Snow was melting on black heaps of rocks; a black salamander, swollen, horrible, stirred from its stiff lethargy and crawled away blindly across the snow. "Our case is this," continued Carfax; "somebody's made... Long Stories - Post by : rezell - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 1089

Barbarians - Chapter 1. Fed Up Barbarians - Chapter 1. Fed Up

Barbarians - Chapter 1. Fed Up
CHAPTER I. FED UPSo this is what happened to the dozen-odd malcontents who could no longer stand the dirty business in Europe and the dirtier politicians at home. There was treachery in the Senate, treason in the House. A plague of liars infested the Republic; the land was rotting with plots. But if the authorities at Washington remained incredulous, stunned into impotency, while the din of murder filled the world, a few mere men, fed up on the mess, sickened while awaiting executive galvanization, and started east to purge their souls. They came from the four quarters of the continent, drawn... Long Stories - Post by : wsnet - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 2106

The Dark Star - Chapter 35. The First Day The Dark Star - Chapter 35. The First Day

The Dark Star - Chapter 35. The First Day
CHAPTER XXXV. THE FIRST DAYNeeland had undressed, bathed his somewhat battered body, and had then thrown himself on the bed, fully intending to rise in a few moments and await breakfast. But it was a very weary young man who stretched himself out for ten minutes' repose. And, when again he unclosed his eyes, the austere clock on the mantel informed him that it was five--not five in the morning either. He had slept through the first day of general mobilisation. Across the lowered latticed blinds late afternoon sunshine struck red. The crests of the chestnut trees in the rue Soleil... Long Stories - Post by : Kingly5 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Robert W. Chambers - Read : 3190