The Guns of Europe | Page 2

every one in turn. Two women, evidently
teachers, stood squarely in front of the picture and looked alternately at
the Madonna and one of the red volumes that mark the advance of the
American hosts in Europe. A man with a thick, black beard, evidently a
Russian, moved incessantly back and forth, his feet keeping up a light
shuffle on the floor. John won dered why some northern races should
be so emotional and others so reserved. He had ceased to think that
climate ruled expression.
A stout German frau stood gazing in apparent stolidity. Yet she was not
so stolid as she seemed, because John caught a beam of appreciation in
her eye. Presently she turned and went out, doubtless returning to some
task of the thrifty housewife in this very city of Dresden. John thought
her em blematic of Germany, homely herself, but with the undying love
of the beautiful shown so freely in her fine cities, and in the parks,
gardens and fountains more numerous than in an other country.
Her place was taken by an officer in a uniform, subdued in color, but
martial. He was a tall, stiff man, and as he walked with a tread akin to
the goosestep his feet clanked upon the floor. He wore a hel met, the
cloth cover over the spike, but John noticed that he did not take off the
helmet in the presence of the Sistine Madonna. He moved to a place in

front of the picture, brushing against the sisterhood of the red book, and
making no apology. There he stood, indifferent to those about him,
holding himself as one superior, dominant by force, the lord by right of
rank over inferior beings.
John's heart swelled with a sense of resentment and hostility. He knew
perfectly well that the stranger was a Prussian officer a strong man too,
both in mind and body. He stood upright, more than six feet tall, his
wide shoulders thrown well back, his large head set upon a powerful
neck. Reddish hair showed beneath the edges of the helmet, and the
blue eyes that gazed at the picture were dominant and masterful. He
was about thirty, just at the age when those who are strong have tested
their minds against other men in the real arena of life and find them
good. The heavy, protruding jaw and the compressed lips made upon
John the impression of power.
The picture grew somewhat dim. One of those rapid changes to which
Dresden is subject occurred. The sunshine faded and a gray ness as of
twilight fil tered into the room. The glances of the young Ameri can
and the Prussian officer turned away from the Madonna at the same
time and met.
John was conscious that the blue eyes were piercing into him, but he
had abundant courage and resolution and he gave back the look with a
firmness and steadiness, equal to the Prussian's own. The cold steel of
that glance rested upon him only for a few moments. It passed on,
dissected in an instant the two teachers with the red guide book, and
then the man walking, to the window, looked out at the gray walls of
the city.
John had not lowered his eyes before the intrusive gaze, but he felt now
as if he had been subjected to an electric current. He was at once angry
and indig nant, but, resolving to throw it off, he shrugged his shoulders
a little, and turned to his older friend who was supposed to be comrade
and teacher at the same time.
Mr. Anson, the didactic strain, strong in him, recovered his importance,
and began to talk again. He did not confine himself any longer to the

Sistine Ma donna, but talked of other pictures in the famous gallery, the
wonderful art of Rubens and Jordaens, although it seemed to John's
normal mind that they had devoted themselves chiefly to studies in fat.
But the longest lecture must come to an end, and as the inevitable
crowd gathered before the Madonna William Anson was forced by
courtesy into silence. The Prussian had already gone, still wearing his
defiant helmet, his sword swinging stiffly from his belt, his heavy boots
clanking on the floor.
"Did you notice that officer?" asked John.
"I gave him a casual glance. He is not different from the others. You
see them everywhere in Germany."
"He seemed typical to me. I don't recall another man who has
impressed me so much. To me he per sonified the great German
military organization which we are all so sure is invincible."
"And it is invincible. Nothing like the German army has ever before
stood on this planet. 'A! great race, strong in both body and mind, has
devoted itself for half