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Killed: Private H. T. Bourgois. Wounded: Corporal F. S. Labit, in shoulder; S. H. Lamb, in hand. Total, 6. Company F, commanded by Captain J. H. Dettor. Killed: G. Wescott. Wounded: Privates John White, in thigh; John E. Edge, in thigh; J. R. Giles, in arm; Sergeant J. Durret, arm. Total, 5. Company G, commanded by M. S. Kirtley. Killed: None.
Messer was a successful architect who had already secured a Government commission while the equally youthful Kirtley may it be repeated had not begun real life and, according to the American plan, could do nothing very well.
It kept stirred up, with increasing exaggeration and rage, the racial rabidness on the subject of other nations. Kirtley still did not believe that this reached to America and Americans, for which topics, as already indicated, the Buchers had shown small curiosity in their intercourse with him, seldom mentioning the names.
Underneath it, gray trousers and large boots protruded in Kirtley's direction as if to ward off any familiar approach. That editorial page must be extensive and absorbing, Kirtley commented to himself as he whiffed the refreshing breeze that came in his window from Hesse close by on the west.
Yet the more Kirtley saw, the more did he turn toward the same divorced mental attitude. He realized how truly the typical Villa Elsa, though in quite a different key, justified Anderson's conclusions. The performance Frau Bucher had gone through verified another variant in racial traits a variant which Anderson had stressed. Namely, one must be forcible, even harsh, with a German.
He thought Kirtley very fortunate in getting right into a family where the veritable German bloom had not been rubbed off by foreigners, by boarders. It would be a most fragrant experience. Here Kirtley would see on the native heath the genuine German of the great middle class that makes up the might of the nation. "Can you read German comfortably?" asked Anderson. "What do you make of it?
To say the least, this intense people were strenuously perfecting an intensive and powerful civilization such as never had been seen. So as Gard Kirtley was finding and yet failing to explain to himself expectancy, undescribable and splendid, was in the air beyond the Rhine. And there was one special toast drunk to it all with ever more loudly clinking glasses Der Tag!
"Under our Government, Herr Kirtley, the German flag is seen in all parts of the globe. And wherever it is seen, it is respected, feared. Who ever sees the American flag? Even I don't know what it looks like. It is not feared. It is only noticed out of voluntary courtesy. And a nation can't be really great without an army like ours. The army is the spine of the country.
Who ever heard a young Yankee speak like this about his serious sweetheart? However raw he may be, there is a certain sacred respect at the bottom of his language about her his bearing toward her. Elsa did not appear at meals for a day or two after Friedrich left. Kirtley was not encouraged by learning that this usually happened after a call from the composer.
Just the place for a fellow who wants to get away from the world and read! Kirtley thought. On his nightstand lay, with characteristic Teuton foresight, the names and addresses of a language teacher and of a music teacher who were duly "recommending themselves" to him in the German idiom.
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