A Little Garrison: A Realistic Novel of German Army Life of To-day

Late in the forenoon of a raw day in autumn Vice-Sergeant-Major Roth was seated in his comfortably heated room, and near him Sergeant Schmitz. Each was enjoying a cup of coffee.

One after another he took up these bits of paper, and from them noted down amounts on the big sheet. He had already reached the third column when he suddenly ceased his labors a...

It was plain daylight when the last guests left the Casino. Without exception, liberal indulgence in champagne and brandy had done its work, and the motley crowd that left the b...

"Corporal Meyer! Have all this cleared out of the stable! Instantly! What beastly filth is this? What? The stable guard is not present? Then do it yourself; it won't hurt you. F...

For this was her regular _soirée musicale_, when she saw assembled about her, one evening each week, those of her more intimate friends who dallied habitually with Euterpe, love...

During the last days of January the Casino was in an uproar. A number of mechanics, painters, and florists were busy transforming the rooms and corridors, even the veranda, with...

He was smoking his morning cigar with considerable zest and reading the _Deutsche Zeitung_, which the letter-carrier had just left for the colonel. He was at leisure just then,...

When he did not return at the expiration of his short leave, and a telegraphic query brought the answer from his father that he had not seen him, the assumption began to take sh...

Next morning the garrison--that is, the officers of it--was slower and later in awakening than usual. That cursed May bowl! It was precisely as Captain König had said: terrific...

It is past eight o'clock of an evening in December. A hurrying crowd is streaming on its way homeward through the arteries of a large and busy city. All the shop doors everywher...