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Updated: May 21, 2025
"But, as I told Captain von Boehlen, we're a republic, and we're democrats. In many of the big ideas there's a gulf between us and Germany so wide that it can never be bridged. This war has made clear the enormous difference." Von Arnheim sighed. "And yet, as a people, we like each other personally," he said. "That's so, but as nations we diverge absolutely." "Perhaps, I can't dispute it.
From the hills came the relentless groaning which he knew was the sound of the guns, fighting one another under the searchlights. Then he heard the clatter of hoofs, and another company of Uhlans rode up to the château. Their leader dismounted and entered the great gate. John recognized von Boehlen, who had taken off his helmet to let the cool air blow upon his close-cropped head.
"May I pass on, sir?" he asked. "I wish to reach Metz, where I can obtain more horses for the army." "Why do you walk?" "I sold my last horse and the automobiles and trains are not for me. I know that the army needs all the space in them and I ask nothing." "Fare on then," said von Boehlen. "Your papers are in good condition and you'll have no trouble in reaching Metz.
But in their immediate vicinity there was no action. All the German troops here seemed to be resting on their arms. No Uhlans were visible and John judged that the detachment under von Boehlen, having gone forth chiefly for scouting purposes, had not yet returned.
He was sure in his heart now that von Boehlen too would come some time and somehow. He looked at the terrace. Julie and Suzanne had appeared there in the last few minutes, and they were gazing at the gallant figure of young von Arnheim who was now so near. The prince himself, when he saw Julie, sprang from his horse, ran lightly up the steps, and bending low over her hand, kissed it.
Dismounted Uhlans took the place of the drivers and the little procession with an escort of about fifty cavalry turned from the road into the woods, von Boehlen and the rest, about five hundred in number, rode on down the road. John was in the last cart with Julie, Suzanne and Picard, and his soul was full of bitter chagrin.
Picard uttered a deep "Ah!" because he recognized the one who led them, a powerful, erect man, the Prussian Rudolf von Boehlen, now in the very center of the moonlight. When they were yet two hundred yards away, Picard stepped into the middle of the road and called to them in a loud voice to halt.
But be sure you don't lose your passport." The injunction was kindly and John, thanking him, took up the road. Von Boehlen and his Uhlans rode on, and John looked back once. He caught a single glimpse of the colonel's broad shoulders and then the long column of horsemen rode by. There was no military pomp about them now.
It was obvious to every one that they had received a terrible handling, but John knew that von Boehlen was not a man to come at a panicky gallop. Some powerful motive must send him so fast. He saw the Prussian captain spring from his horse and rush to a little group composed of the general, the prince and several others of high rank who had drawn closely together at his coming.
He met a battery of four twenty-one-centimeter guns with their numerous crews and an escort of cavalry, advancing to the front, and he stepped to one side of the road to let them pass. The leader of the cavalry hailed him and John's heart gave a sudden alarming throb as he recognized von Boehlen.
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