My Austrian Love

es a few orders an

he says. "For a man without any experience as

hman, Frenchman, and South African, mix well and put into khaki: You will have Sergeant Young ready for use. Since the beginning of the war he has been dreaming of a commissi

beggar's fare. You cannot guess what he is in civil life. At one moment you may take him for a broker from the Stock Exchange, at the next for an art cri

ritic that I have given him to r

ere to write a book, I woul

e some preliminary facts which may as well be told in the

th the 'preliminary facts in the course of the narrative'; while my opinion is: An officer must begin with the beginning. Look here, P. C., suppose you had been Holy Moses, you would have written the Bible thus: 'God created man in hi

ernly the S

w why you were

myself in the noble

e ... and why you

l tell

bout another thing first. D

pression of g

therefore ought not to have been bad. We will find a prompt remed

e I found on the body of a dead Turk, but, my word,

t the Serge

tor of the

on,

S

Government, which never knows what to do when the Evening News has not told them beforehand, have omitted the principal thing. Is there a single word in

a

S

s tru

ign,"

name?"

Never!"

e his heart sinks. His name is his secret. He has enlisted under a false name.

Prince, our dearly beloved Big Willy's dad. It was at that time the fashion to admire, na

arles only advanced from Private to Corporal. After the Boer War Friedrich Wilhelm went back to ordinary civil li

taking him for a German, should not give him any chance of advancement. So he took his brother's papers and enlisted as Corporal Charles Young. The

came to France and had a look

arvellous memory.

ame?" h

nt Youn

Friedrich Wilhelm Young,

rother

is he

dead,

uld be a Colonel by now, I a

d not get it. And since that day he is vexed, displeased, angry with his name. He positively dreads it. He neve

s, my name, Patrick Cooper, out of which the Sergeant has made f

llor that I address my chum, when su

you think we are damn

oldier in Charl

it be p

't tel

eflects. Then, sudd

s! Whether the hundred yards are more or less exposed, they do not care! With

vibrating, flushed and eager, with his air of a na

e says, and

d him back. But he is not to be dissuaded, and storms out into the pelting rain of shell

least extraordinary. So, while the various sounds of war mingle in one single note, clamorous, huge, col

obvious. Mozart, when five, performed his first concerto publicly in the hall of the Salzburg University. I did not. Still I composed little waltzes. When six, Mozart was so innocent and natural that, after having played at Vienna before the Empress, he sprang upon her lap and kissed her heartily.

tin's Lane, while I went to a preparatory school, the address of which I have forgotten. Afterwards Mozart removed to

remained for ten years my opus one and only)? Of course they had not sold; but that proved that I was a genius. Only potboilers sold, in dad's mind. Had Wagner's works sold at the beginning? A composer I was born, and a composer I should remain. Mother

to make a handsome profit on them. Daniel Cooper and Co., Insurance Brokers, returned to his printer, wh

ed, "that I will get

￡22, and after much useless running about I had the t

unities for similar transactions. But-I blush i

ust have some sort of knowledge of his art, that music and Hampstead were inconsis

's idea, that I must go and study in Leipzig, because my music was being printed there,

cket money, no one will be surprised to hear that I postponed the beginning of my studies for a few days and had a look

solid qualities. And they are dressed! In Paris dressing is a luxury, in London it is a mistake, in Berlin an impoliteness, but in Vienna it is a fine art. Ah, the Viennese women! You must admire them, whether you see the fashio

lodious, never monotonous, the same in the large brillia

ong and dance, where

start this horrible war, is the one thing that must astonish anybody who knows Vienna even a little. I will say here, that one of the rea

lation, as a tempest of laughter and cries of amusement, of shouting and

rs in the world. I don't know what London has ever found in the German or more correctly Austrian waiter. Happily the war has cleared him away. And even then a mistake, a prej

and in reality spending the money of Daniel Cooper and Co., Insurance Brokers, London, E.C., on ... No

I regretted only because I had heard of an abundant flora of pretty girls which was to be found there. For every othe

local celebrity, although he had failed to achieve much success as a co

covered with big parcels of manuscripts, and a baby grand piano, also covered with music paper. There was a plain deal table, a kitchen table in fact, again heaped with papers, and two wooden

art, even to one born in Belsize Park. He absolutely refused to name a figure as a payment for his trouble, and I had to name mine which

, and the l

hose of a British sailor, the coat ill fitting, too long and too wide, the sleeves reaching the fingertips. His collar was so narrow that it was scarcely visible, and his black tie resembled a shoe lace. As for his boots, I think it must be he who invented the fashion of the dainty things we wear in the trenches. He was always rolling a little snuff between his fingers. When he sat down to improvise on the organ or the

essed all possible refinement in his art, and was ignorant of any in life;

interfere with his kindness. He was one of the many types of Viennese musicians, an

d about the life I was leading. And as I complained regarding the inconve

, "that hotel life was still

erstand, and I

ould enjoy his company. He is a musician who plays the horn in a most charming manner. You see, he is a Czech, and most Czechs have thick, fleshy lips, a peculiarity which enables them to play exceedingly well. The lips are most important when playing the horn. The oldest classic

aving over the qualities of the horn, over Meyerbeer's cleverness to write f

bility of living in a musician's decent house was too tem

rupts me. It is Sergea

is Patrick Cooper), "you need not worry about these hand grenades, we'll have them in

and reads the

mix up our trench business with your Austrian affairs

muddle

will accept it

ave it edited. E

here is nothing to be do

y you left Munich,"

ly, "because I had a