The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-13
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marched up 10 the mouth of "A loaded
cannon. A second later he was grind
ing his teeth in inlpotent rage. Hi.
short hour of bliss was eliminating il
gloom and bitterness.
With slight forward motion she
had set the heavy rocker in motion, and
looking at him with concentrated in.
terest said demurely:
You might take out contract tC
supply the army with turnips. There is
no risk in that "
He grew white to the very edge OF
his lips She turned her bright, dry
eyes from his tortured face to say in low
tone confidence 10 the backlog:
land we need men so much right
now ="
"Mamiew
Ii was the cry of wounded animal
He looked at her across the broken
brick hearth. with all the agony of his
SOul stamped on his face The hot light
III her eyes was quenched in sudden
tears She flung out her hands with ii
passionate gesture.
How could you disappoint me So:
You promised me you would do great
things for my sake, because | believed
III you straight through Your upportu.
nifty, such Il golden one. has come
What are you doing with it, Rusting
! out, just rusting out, in ignOblc ease.
III disgraceful ideness / never thought
To have found you here. OF course |
supposed you were fighting, bat you
loved your ease better than you did my
good opinion
Ease Good Godr'
Yes, ease, Strong Martin. Father,
my darling, delicate man of books, is
sleeping this moment, if he ever does
sleep these awful days, on pile of
straw, ] suppose, with snakes and things
crawling all over his blessed body Per
haps he tramped all day long on AN
empty stomach too. They say our sol
diers are all half starved to death But
what do you carer And his shoes-fa
theirs, | mean. He made a picture of
them in his last letter, for my diver
sion, he wrote IL threw me into hys
terics. The letter was written on wall
paper too. But I'd rather yes. ten
thousand thousand times rather have
him tramp all over the state of Nir.
GINA without any shoes at all on his
feet than To stay at home and have the
finger of scorn pointed at him. Bless
his dear old heart | made him two
shirts out of the parlor curtains last
week and sent them to him with some
socks | knitted for him do hope they
will fit him---the shirts, | mean, hut
they did look dreadfully corkscrewy.
and perhaps, oh, perhaps, he'l get shot
in one of those very shirts But | don't
care, | don't care, he's doing "a man =
part, while YOU
hot rush of tears rendered her next |
words unintelligible. Strong sprang
from his chair and began the circuit of
the room like hunted thing seeking n
point Of egress.
81 am not worth one single tear from |
good wOman's eyes. " he said. stopping |
in front of her and speaking in a stihcd |
voice.
From behind Miss Colyer's damp /
handkerchief assent came with cruel |
promptness.
81 know you are not. OF course you |
are not. But told you woman had to |
make fool of herself about somebody. "
Il will enlist tomorrow.
What for?"
She emerged into view suddenly. |
with recovered composure.
Because you want me to-
THAT is an excellent motive. Strange |
1t did not move you to enlist earlier in
the action.
Mamie. viii you hold your scorn in
hand few moments? 1t cuts like
whiplash. want to say few words in
self defense. -
well. "
He did not sit down. With his hands
folded behind him he stood in front of |
her, resolved for this one time only TO
vindicate his attitude in words.
II don't think am coward Per
haps l deceive myself, but l am not i'll
with this thing. / think it
is an accursed mistake from beginning
to end -
You are Union mani" She looked
at him i'll horror recoiling as from some
visible reptile
Il am. | repeat, the whole thing is
an Internal mistake, according TO my
way of thinking. After awhile there
VIII he more men to hold my views.
just now our people are intoxicated,
they are dashing themselves to pieces
ON rock hidden from sight by the high
tide of frenzied emotion They are fight
ing like heroes, but hopelessly, for an
idsa. A starved child wrestling with a
well fed giant.
But all this has no bearing on my
personal attitude. This is the slave
owner fight. ana nothing but the son
OF slave driver. l had hoped to shed
some luster on "a name that had been
dimmed by centuries Of low service.
but not by DOMINIC gay uniform and
slashing my way into fame as war.
rior. All my soul went out in direction
Of the learned professions.
Perhaps the idea of Martin dis