A Hilltop on the Marne eBook

Mildred Aldrich
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 152 pages of information about A Hilltop on the Marne.

A Hilltop on the Marne eBook

Mildred Aldrich
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 152 pages of information about A Hilltop on the Marne.

Note To Tenth Impression

The author wishes to apologize for the constant use of the word English in speaking of the British Expedition to France.  At the beginning of the war this was a colloquial error into which we all fell over here, even the French press.  Everything in khaki was spoken of as “English,” even though we knew perfectly well that Scotch, Irish, and Welsh were equally well represented in the ranks, and the colors they followed were almost universally spoken of as the “English flag.”  These letters were written in the days before the attention of the French press was called to this error of speech, which accounts for the mistake’s persisting in the book.

La Creste, Huiry,

France, February, 1916.

To My Grandmother
Judith Trask Baker
That Staunch New Englander And
Pioneer Universalist
To The Memory Of Whose Courage
And Example I Owe A Debt
Of Eternal Gratitude

A HILLTOP ON THE MARNE

June 3, 1914

Well, the deed is done.  I have not wanted to talk with you much about it until I was here.  I know all your objections.  You remember that you did not spare me when, a year ago, I told you that this was my plan.  I realize that you—­more active, younger, more interested in life, less burdened with your past—­feel that it is cowardly on my part to seek a quiet refuge and settle myself into it, to turn my face peacefully to the exit, feeling that the end is the most interesting event ahead of me—­the one truly interesting experience left to me in this incarnation.

I am not proposing to ask you to see it from my point of view.  You cannot, no matter how willing you are to try.  No two people ever see life from the same angle.  There is a law which decrees that two objects may not occupy the same place at the same time—­result:  two people cannot see things from the same point of view, and the slightest difference in angle changes the thing seen.

I did not decide to come away into a little corner in the country, in this land in which I was not born, without looking at the move from all angles.  Be sure that I know what I am doing, and I have found the place where I can do it.  Some time you will see the new home, I hope, and then you will understand.  I have lived more than sixty years.  I have lived a fairly active life, and it has been, with all its hardships—­and they have been many—­interesting.  But I have had enough of the city—­even of Paris, the most beautiful city in the world.  Nothing can take any of that away from me.  It is treasured up in my memory.  I am even prepared to own that there was a sort of arrogance in my persistence in choosing for so many years the most seductive city in the world, and saying, “Let others live where they will—­here I propose to stay.”  I lived there until I seemed to take it for my own—­to know it on the surface and under it, and over it, and around it; until I had a sort of morbid jealousy when I found any one who knew it half as well as I did, or presumed to love it half as much, and dared to say so.  You will please note that I have not gone far from it.

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