Authors: Janet MacLeod Trotter
Tags: #Edwardian sagas, 1st World War, set in NE England, strong love story, Gateshead saga, Conscientious Objectors, set in mining village
Flora watched her march off without trying to follow or make up. She stood shaking at Sophie's angry words, wondering how they had grown so far apart so quickly. Would it ever be possible for them to stand on the same platform again and demand equality, when their views were so opposing? With that bleak thought, she went to find Charles.
They travelled back in the trap, sitting close together, comforted by their proximity, wondering if they would be invited to the wedding after all.
The consensus in Crawdene opposing war evaporated like the morning dew. Within days the patriotic frenzy of London was being reported in the newspapers and spreading around the country. Recruiting offices were swiftly set up to cope with the numbers volunteering to fight. Posters went up and the national press was filled with vitriol about the terrible Hun.
Peter came back from a trip to Gateshead with the grocer, worried about broken glass in the street outside a pork butcher's shop.
The butcher's a German spy,' Peter reported, wide-eyed, âthat's what Mr Speed said.'
âDaft nonsense,' Jonas cried in disbelief.
âMr Speed says he deserved it,' Peter frowned. âHe was trying to poison us. Won't buy his sausages any more.'
When Jonas swore, Helen put out a restraining hand.
âDon't shout at the lad; he's just repeatin' the lies he's been told.'
The next day, Jonas came back from an acrimonious lodge meeting. The village was split over the war.
âNothing's changed since last week,' Jonas protested. âThe reasons against the war are still the same. Let the imperialists send their own sons to be butchered if that's what they want - but not
our
sons.'
âOf course things have changed.' Barnabas Curran squared up to him. âWe're under attack from foreigners. This is a holy war against unholy heathen hordes. It's our duty to support the lads being sent to France - and to work hard at the coal face.'
Jonas was scathing. âAnd I suppose that means working whatever hours Oliphant says and for any wages? The bosses will use this as an excuse to cut back our working conditions.'
âAnd what would you rather have? England overrun by Germans?' Barnabas shouted.
âResist the war.' Jonas thumped the table. âTell the recruiting officers and the armchair patriots to go to the Devil!'
Apart from a vociferous core of socialists and radical nonconformists, the MacRaes were increasingly in the minority. Even Mr Attwater had changed his tune.
âWe do not seek harm to our brethren in Germany, only that they rise up against the evil Kaiser who oppresses them and leads them astray. This is a just war against evil forces. We must support our troopsâ¦'
Talk around the Curran dinner table was bullish as a British Expeditionary Force was hastily assembled for France.
âWe'll have them whipped in a few months,' Barnabas pronounced. âBest soldiers in the world, us British.'
âAye,' Tom agreed, âwe rule the world; a few Hun aren't gannin' to be any bother.'
Emmie sat mutely waiting for Sam to temper their jingoism. But he said nothing and avoided her look. She swallowed her dissenting words, dismayed by the family's sudden thirst for war. Like her, Louise kept quiet, though she acted as if it had little to do with them.
When Emmie tried to talk about it, Louise merely grumbled that she would see less of her husband. âSam'll have to work longer hours down the pit. Give him another excuse to stop away.'
Emmie was at a loss as to what to do. She felt cut adrift. The campaign for the vote had collapsed, the leaders of the major women's groups calling for a truce with the Government and national unity while the country was at war. The Pankhursts had gone further, exhorting all women to rally behind the war effort. Emmie avoided going round to see Rab and had not contributed to the
Messenger
for over a month, not knowing what to write. Women were divided by the war and her own feelings were mixed.
Then Emmie heard that the MacRaes had had their windows smashed for opposing the war and went hurrying round. They seemed unconcerned.
âWas just a couple of bairns throwing stones at the kitchen window,' Helen said, dismissing the incident.
Jonas blamed the pomp of the recruiting banners and bands marching through the village every Saturday.
âIt's that Captain Hauxley filling the lads' heads with tales of glory,' he growled. âYou would think they were going on a picnic - no word about the bloody business of killing.'
Helen shook her head in concern. âThe Guild is in two minds. There's worry over lads joining up. At least we can make sure their families are properly provided for.' She put a hand on Emmie's arm. âHave you heard the news about Miss Sophie?'
Emmie shook her head.
âShe's marrying Captain Hauxley. The banns were read out in Blackton last Sunday, Mannie told our Rab.'
âTell her about the message,' Jonas grunted.
Helen gave an indignant nod. âAye, she sent a message to the Guild. Told us it was our duty to stop any agitation against the war and report anything unpatriotic to the authorities. Said we should be proud if our men volunteered and that women should support them in any way they can.'
Emmie stared in open-mouthed astonishment. âShe never did?'
Helen snorted. âSaid if we showed how strong women could be, holding the fort at home, we'd get the vote all the quicker. That Hauxley's turned her head with his fancy uniform, if you ask me.'
âIt's to be expected,' Jonas said angrily, âthe ruling class closing ranks. For all her talk of equality, she knows where her interests lie. The Oliphants and Hauxleys of this world will do anything to protect those interests - including sending their workers off to fight and die for them.'
âHow's our Sam?' Helen asked suddenly.
Emmie caught her worried look. âCanny,' she answered non-committally. âWhy do you ask?'
Helen flushed. âHe hasn't been round to see us in weeks.'
Emmie was surprised. Louise complained that Sam never stopped in the house any more. Emmie assumed he had been spending time round at his parents'.
âAre the Currans giving him a hard time about the war?' Helen questioned.
Emmie felt awkward. âNo, not really. Sam doesn't say much about it; keeps his opinions to himself.'
Jonas grunted. âBest way, with old man Curran. He harangues the lodge like a recruiting sergeant these days.'
âAs long as he's not avoiding us for any reason,' Helen said, scrutinising Emmie.
âCourse not,' she reassured. âProbably making the most of the summer weather - ganin' for long walks.'
âAt least you and Barny are still visitin',' Helen smiled, giving the boy a quick cuddle. âDon't know what I'd do if you stopped comin'.'
âCourse we won't,' Emmie insisted.
Jonas eyed her over his pipe. âBut you've stopped writing for the
Messenger
, Rab tells us.'
Emmie went hot. âHe shouldn't have saidâ'
Helen was quick to reassure her. âIt won't go beyond these four walls that you wrote as Artemis. And he doesn't blame you for changing your mind, specially living with a Curran.'
Emmie was indignant. âTom doesn't tell me what to think. And who says I've changed me mind?'
Jonas was blunt. âWell, you're not writing for the paper any more, lassie.'
âI've been busy,' Emmie floundered, holding out her arms for Barny.
Helen handed him back with a wistful look. âCourse you have.'
Emmie felt awkward in their company and suddenly wanted to be gone. She wished she could be as convinced as they were in their opinions, but could not. Perhaps Sophie Oliphant had a point, and they were being unpatriotic. Should they not all be burying their class differences for the greater good while their country was under threat? She could think of nothing more terrifying than being overrun and conquered by barbarians who the newspapers claimed had murdered fleeing women and children in Belgium and butchered babies.
But she knew the MacRaes were good people and not dangerous agitators, as the Currans would have them. The look of disappointment on their faces when she left them haunted Emmie and she could not settle back into her mundane life. The news of Miss Sophie's forthcoming marriage to an officer unsettled her too. What did Rab think of it? What of Sophie's brother, Charles, and Dr Flora who had been so outspoken against the war before it began?
The desire to visit the Settlement fuelled Emmie's restlessness. She longed to speak with her old friends and discover what they felt.
One mellow sunny day in September, Emmie hitched a ride on Peter's delivery cart as far as Swalwell and took Barny into Gateshead. The town looked unchanged apart from the sprouting of recruitment posters on walls.
The Mousys greeted her warmly and took Barny off for a drink of milk.
âYou go and see Mrs Oliphant,' Mousy said with a wink, âcheer her up. We'll look after the bairn.' When Emmie asked what the matter was, the old man shook his head and would say nothing more.
Emmie found the doctor writing letters in Charles's study. She leaped up at sight of Emmie.
âMy dear!' she cried, rushing forward to embrace her. They hugged and Emmie felt the numbness that had gripped her for weeks melt at Flora's torrent of warm words and questions about the family and village. She swept her into the kitchen and made a pot of tea.
Emmie asked about the wedding. Flora gave her a stricken look.
âWe weren't invited. Oh, this wicked war,' she railed, âdividing families and friends. Charles's father won't speak to him because he preaches pacifism. That was to be expected. But for Sophie to cut him off too ⦠it's hurt him deeply.'
Emmie was surprised at the doctor confiding in her, but was encouraged.
âPerhaps she feels torn between her brother and husband,' Emmie suggested.
âNot torn at all,' Flora answered angrily. âShe has sided completely with her father and the Hauxleys. She sees it as some new crusade she can throw herself into - going around on the arm of the dashing captain at recruitment rallies and challenging the men to enlist. I think she's enjoying it all.'
âSurely not.' Emmie was shocked.
Flora laughed mirthlessly. âOh, yes. Sophie never cared for Arthur Hauxley until war broke out. I think she married him because she felt sorry for him - he's already left for France.' She stopped and glanced at Emmie, perhaps regretting her frankness. âOh, don't mind me. I just find the whole thing too depressing. To think we have lifted ourselves so little above the barbaric that we can contemplate going to war with our neighbours.'
Emmie had a sudden thought. âFrau Bauer? Where is she?'
Flora hung her head. Quietly she said, âShe was arrested a month ago. We did what we could to have her released but it made no difference; she's been deported. Dr Korsky too. They're somewhere in the chaos on the Continent. I've written but heard nothing. Perhaps my letters never get through â¦'
When she looked up, her eyes were brimming with tears. Emmie went to her and touched her shoulder. She was suddenly filled with anger at the injustice meted out to their suffrage friends. They had been fighters for greater freedom for all, yet cast out as enemies. Kind, funny, talkative Frau Bauer was not her enemy. Neither were millions more women on the opposing side whose fathers, sons and husbands would soon be fighting their own.
âThis is madness,' Emmie said in bewilderment.
Abruptly, Flora wiped her eyes and turned away. Leaving the tea half made, she marched over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair.
âSit here and read this,' she ordered, pushing a pile of newspapers towards her. She picked a pamphlet off the top. âThe Runcies passed it on to me. It's written by a missionary's wife - head of the local suffragists in India.'
Emmie sat down and began to read.
⦠women get no benefit from war. Whatever is of glory, it is for men. The fascination of war, its pomp and pride of uniforms, gold lace, medals and pensions are for men ⦠The Church colludes in war, yet two-thirds of its members are women. We must appeal to the Church to work hand in hand with the mothers of mankind in this crusade against the war. Christianity demands of women this crusade of peace! Mothers, wives, daughters, sisters! Go forward - God wills it.
Flora brought her tea while she read on, poring over copies of other suffragist newspapers that called for women to organise for peace. One advocated a Women's Peace Expeditionary Force to go to the front and place themselves between the two armies, unarmed and carrying white banners with doves. Emmie's heart quickened.
âI thought the suffrage movement was backing the war,' she questioned.
âNot all, by any means,' Flora encouraged. âThere are many like us on both sides who want negotiation and peace before this escalates.'
âI've been so confused about it all,' Emmie admitted. âFrightened of speaking up - there's such a hunger for winning at all costs in the village.'
Flora reached across the table and squeezed her hand. âI know how difficult it must be for you, but you are not alone, surely? The MacRaes and their friends are not afraid to speak out, I bet.'
Emmie met Flora's encouraging look. âCan I take some of these articles?' she asked.
âOf course,' Flora smiled, âas many as you want.'
Emmie smuggled the pamphlets home in the lining of her coat, not quite knowing what to do with them. She hid them under the mattress.
That Saturday afternoon, Tom insisted they went to watch the parade of Northumberland Fusiliers through Blackton.
âBe a canny sight for Barny,' he said, âand you like the bands. Louise and Sam are ganin' too.'
Emmie was encouraged that Sam would be coming with them; he was so subdued of late.