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CHAPTKR I—At their horn* on Tha fron¬ tier b«tw««n tha BrovDS and Orays Mar¬ ta OaUand and h*r mother, mUsrtalnlnv Colonel Westerllor at tte Orays, ae* Cap¬ tain Lanatron. staft IntelHsenc* ofllcar of tha Browns, Injurod by a fall In bia aar»- plano.
CHAPTER n—Tan yearn Utar. Wea- tarlioc. nominal vice but real ohMt of ¦tatr, relnftfrcea Soutta La Ttr. arieditates on war, and apaculatea an the compara¬ tive acea of himaelf ancl Marta, who Is visitlns In tho Orar capital.
CHAPTER Irt—WesterllnB calls on Marta. Bhe tells him of her teachlntr children tho foUtos of war and martial patriotism, be^s him to prevent war while he is chief of staff, and predicts that If he makes war against the Browns hs will cot win.
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The old man's trousers were thread- | bare but well darned, aud the holes in j the uppers of hla shoes wero carefully | patched. He bad a merry air of op- i tiral.'-:ra, v.hich hia grandson had in- j herltcd.
"Wtll, Tom, how much longer you got to serve?" asked grandfather. i
"Six months," answered Tom.
"One, two, three, four—" grandfa- j ther counted tlio numbers off on hia I fingers. "That's good. You'll be in ' time for the spring ploughing. My, ; how you have filled out! Hut, some- I how, I can't get used to this kind of ! uniform. Why, I don't see how a girl'd j be attracted to you fellows, at all!" |
"They have to, for we're the only ; kind of soldiers there are nowadays. Not as gay as in your day, that's sure, when you were in the Hussars, eh?"
"Yes, I was in the Husears—in the Hussars! I tell you with our sabres a-gleaming, our horses' bits a-Jlngllng, our pennons a-flylng, and all the color of our uniform—I tell you, the girls used to open their eyes at us. And we went Into the charge like that—yes, sir, Just that gay and grand. Colonel Galland leading!"
MlliUry history said that It had been a rather foolish charge, a fine example of tha vainglory of unrMMon- Ing bravery that accomplishes nothing, but no one would suggest such skepti¬ cism of an Immortal event in popular Imagination in hearing of tbe old man as be lived over that Intoxicated rush of horses and men Into a battery of the OrajiK
"Well, didn't you flnd what I said was true about tbe lowlanders?" asked grandfather after he had flnlahed the charge, referring to the people of the aouthem frontier of the Browas, where the 53d had just been garrisoned.
"No, I kind of liked them. I made a lot of friends," admitted Tom. "They're very progressive."
"Eh, eh? YM'r* l^dBg!" Ts Bk*
the people of the southern frontier was only less conceivable than Uklns the people of the Grays. "That's because you didn't see deep under them. They're alt, on the outside—a flighty lot! Why, If they'd done their part in that last war we'd have licked tha Grays until they pried for mercy! If their army corps had stood its ground at Volmer—"
"So you've alwaya said," interrupted Tom.
"And the way they cook tripe! I couldn't stomach It, could you? And If there's anything I am partial to It's a good dish of tripe! And their light beer—like drinking froth! And their bread—why, it ain't bread! It's chips! •Taint flt for civilized folks!"
"But I sort of got used to their ways," said Tom.
"Eh, eh?" Grandfather looked at grandson quizzically, seeking the cause of such heterodoxy in a northern man.
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"But I Won't Fight for Youl"
*'Say, you ain't been falling In love?" hs hasarded. "You—^you ald't golnc to bring one of them southern clrls home ?"
"No!" said Tom, laughing.
"Well, I'm glad you ain't, for they're naturally light-minded. I remember 'em well." He wandered on with his
quesUone and comments. "Is It a fact, Tom, or was you JUst Joking when you wrote home that the soldiers took so many baths?" "Yea, they do."
"Well, that beats me! It's a wonder you didn't all die of pneumonia!" He paused to absorb the phenomenon. Then his half-childish mlnd,^prompted by a random recollection, flitted to an¬ other subject which set him to gig¬ gling. "And the little crawlers—did they bother you much, the little crawl¬ ers ?"
"The little crawlers?" repeated Tom, myetifled.
"Yes. Everybody used to get 'em Just from living close together. Had to comb 'em out and pick 'em out of your clothes. The chase we used to call it."
"No, grandfather, crawlers have pone out cf fashion. And no more epi¬ demics of typhoid and dysentery either," said Tom.
"Times hiivo certainly changed!" grumbiod Grandfather Fragini.
Interested in their own reunion, they had paid no attention to a group of Tom's comradee nearby, sprawled around a newspaper containing the latest dispatches from both capitals.
"Five million soldiers to our three millionl"
"Eighty million people to our flfty million!"
"Because of the odds, they think we are bound to yield, no matter if we are In the right!"
"Let them come!" said the butcher's son. "If we D&^ to go, it will be on a
wave of blood."^
"And they will come siijiatlme," said the Judge's son. "They wanfoiir land."
"We gain nothing if we beat them back. War will be the ruin of busl- neee," said the banker's son.
"Yes, we are prosperous now. Let well enough alone!" said the manufac¬ turer's son.
"Bome say It makes wagea higher," ¦aid the laborer's son, "but I am think¬ ing It's a poor way of raisins your pay."
"Jhere won't be any war," said the banker's sin. "Tbere can't be without credit The banking interests will not permit It."
"There can alwaya be war," said tbe Judge's son, "always when one people determines to ptrlke at another people —even If It brings bankruptcy."
"It would be a war that would make all others In history a mere exchange of skirmishes. Every able-bodied man in line—automatics a hundred shots a minute—guns a dosen shots a minute —and aeroplanes and dirigibles 1" said (he manufacturer's son. "To the death, too!" "And not for glory! We of the 63d wno live on the frontier will be flght¬ ing for our homes."
"If we lose them we'll never get them back. Better die than be beaten!" Herbert Stransky, with deep-set eyes, slightly squinting inward, and a keavy Jaw, an enormous man wbo was the best shot in the company when he cared to be, had listened In silence to the others, bis rather thick but ex¬ pressive lips curving with cynicism.
His only speech all tbe morning had been in the midst of the reception in the public square of the town when be said:
"Thie home-coming doesn't mean much to me. Home? Hell! The hedgerows of the world are my home!"
He appeared older than his years, and hard and bitter, except when his eyes would light with a feverish sort of flre which shone as he broke Into a lull in tbe talk.
"Comrades," he began.
"Let us hear from the Socialist!" a Tory exclaimed.
"No, tho anarchist!" shouted a So¬ cialist.
"There won't be any war!" said Stransky, his voice gradually rising to the pitch of an agitator reliehing tbe sensation of his own words. "Patriot¬ ism Is the played-out trick of the ruling classes to keep down the proletariat. There won't be any war! Why? Be¬ cause there are too many enlightened men on both sides who do tho world's work. We of the B3d are a pro¬ vincial lot, but throughout our army there are thousands upon thousands like me. They march, they drill, but when battle comes they will refuse to flght—my comrades In heart, to whom the flag of this country means no more than that of any other coun¬ try!"
"Hold on! The flag is sacred!" cried the banker's son.
"Yes, that will do!"
"Shut up!"
Other voices formed a chorus ot angry protest.
"I knew you thought It; now I've caught you!" This from tbe sergeant, who bad seen bard flghting against a savage foe in Africa and there¬ fore was particularly bitter about the Bodlapoo affair. The welt of a scar on the gaunt, fever-yellowed cheek turned a deeper red as he selxed Stransky by the collar of the blouse.
Stransky raised his free hand ss If to strike, but paused as he faced the company's boyish captain, slender of figure, aristocratic of feature. His in¬ dignation was as evident as tbe ser-.
geant'e, but he was biting his lips to keep it under control. "You heard what he said, sir?" "The latter part—enough!" "It's incltation to mutiny! An ex¬ ample!"
"Yes, put him under arrest"
The sergeant still held fast to the
collar of Stransky's blouse. Stransky
could have shaken himself free, as a
I mastiff frees himself from a puppy,
I but this wae resistance to arrest and
he had not yet made up his mind to
go that far. His muscles were weaving
' under the sergeant's grip, his eyes
glowir? as with volcanic fire waiting
on thb madness^of Impulse for erup-
I tion,
I "I wonder if It is really worth vvliiln to put liim under arrest?" said tomo I one at tl>" edge of tho group in amia'tjlo I inquir.v.
I Tho voice came from an ofTicer of j about thirty-five, wlio apparently h;'.d ; strollf (1 over from a^icar-by aeroplauo station to look at the regiment. From his slioulder hung the gold cords ct' the Bt.iff. It was Col. Arthur Lanstron, whose plane had skimmed the G.il- lands' gardem wall for the "easy bump" ten years ago. There was some¬ thing more than mere titular respect In the way the young captain saluted —admiration and the diffident, boyish glance of recognition which does not presume to take the lead in recalling a slight acquaintance with a man of dietinction.
"Dellarme! It's all of two years since we met at Miss Gallsuid's, Isn't It?" Lanstron said, shaking hands with the captain.
"Yes, Just before we were ordered south," said Dellarme, obviously pleased to be remembered.
"I overheard your speech," Lanstron continued, nodding toward Straneky. "It was very informing."
A crowd of soldiers was now press¬ ing around Stransky, and in tbe front rank was Grandfather Fragini.
"Said our flag was no better'n any other flag, did be?" piped the old man. "Beat him to a pulp! That's what the Hussars would have done."
"U yon don't mind telling it In pub¬ lic, Stransky, I should like to know your origin," said Lanstron, prepared to be aa considerate of an anarchlet's private ^(eeUngs as of anybody's.
Stransky squinted hla eyes down the bony bridge of his nose and grinned sardonically.
"That won't take long," he answered. "My father, so far as I could identify him, died In Jail and my mother of drink."
"That was .hardly to the purple I" ob¬ served Lanstron thoughtfully. "No, to tbe red!" answered Stransky:
savagely.
"I mean that it was hardly inclined to make you take a roseate view of life as ft beautiful thing In a welt-ordered world where favors of fortune are evenly distributed." continued Lan¬ stron.
"Rather to make me rejoice In the hope ot a new order of things—the recreation jof society!" Stransky ut¬ tered the sentiment with the trium¬ phant prid^ of a pupil who knows hie text-book thoroughly.
By this time the colonel command¬ ing the regiment, who had noticed the excitement from a distance, appeared, forcing a gap for his passage through the crowd with sharp words. He, too, recognized Lanstron. After they had shaken bands, tbe colonel scowled as he heard the situation explained, with the old sergeant, Btill holding fast to Stransky'e collar, a capable and in¬ sistent witness for the prosecution; while Stransky, the flre in his eyes dying to coals, stared straight ahead.
"It Is only a suggestion, of course," said Lanstron, speaking quite ae a spectator to avoid the least Indication
j of Interference wif^'^Jje colonel's au- I thority. "but it se^hJ^_possible that Stransky has clothed his wrongs in a 4 garb that could never set well on his I nature if he tried to wear it in prac- I tice. He is really an individualist, liu- j raged, he would fight well. I should ] like nothing better than a force of ] Stranskys if I had to defend a redoubt i in a last stand."
} "Yes, he might fight." The colonel I looked hard at Stransky's rigid proHlo, I with its tight lips and chin as firm as [ if cut out of stone. "You never know I who will fight in the pinch, tliey say. I'ut that's speculation. It's the ex- ami)Ie that I have to deal with."
"He is not of the insidious, plotting type. He spoke his mind openly," eug- gested Lanstron. "It you give him the limit of the law, why, he becomes a martyr to persecution. I sbould say that his remarks might pass for bar¬ rack-room gassing."
"Very well," said the colonel, taking the shortest way out of the difficulty. "We will excuse the flrst offense."
"Yes, sir!" said tbe sergeant me¬ chanically as he released his grip of the offender. "We had two anarchists in my company In Africa," he observed in loyal agreement with orders. "They fought like devils. Tbe only trouble was to keep tbem from shooting inno¬ cent natives for sport"
(To Be Continued).
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