The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-07-19

Copyright by Mcclure, Phillips & Co.
sMaaa NQaaoaeanmna OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

from farm house to farm house and
| from field TO field, from cabin OF the
woods TO cabin In the clearing. Tokc-
| Ing unhappily at night, he lay sleepless
| till dawn, though not because of the
hard beds; and when daylight came,
journeyed steadily on again, over the
vaeabond little hills that had gypsied 1t
so far into the prairie-land in their wan
behring's from their range on the Ohio,
and passing the hills. went on through
/, the fiat forest-land. always hunched over
dismaly in the creaklng wagon.
But OH the evening OF the third day he
drove into town. with the stoop out Of
his shoulders and the lustre hack In his
eyes. He was haggard. gray. dusty. but
lie had solved his puzzle. and one thing
was clear in his mind as the thing that
he would do He patted the old hose
! a hearty farewell as he left him with thu
liverynan from whom he had hired him.
an strobe up Main Street with the air
was late. but there were more lights
than usual in the windows and more peo-
pie on the streets, Boys ran shouting;
drug store a noisly talkatye, widely
eesticulative. crowd OF fifty or more had
| it with wooden one chastely decorated
with designs OF his own carving. came
the street. where he waited for fear OF
| the cracks in the wooden pavement.
which were dangerous TO his artieg wheii
/ he came from the Rouen, house bhr. as
on the present OCCASION. He hailed Tom
You're the lad, Tom vanreyel.,' he
boys out for the glory G! the state! You
git tho whole blame fire department out
and enlist EN- before morning' Take
EN- down 10 the Rio Grande, you hear
lme? And you needn't be afraid Of their
putin II out, If 1t ketches afire. neither
Tom waved his hard and passed on;
but at the open door OF the Catholc
church he stopped and looked up and
down the street, and then, unnoticed O.
tered TO the dim Interior. where the rev
candles showed only, bent old woinan..s
black kneeling at the altar. Tom knew
where Elizabeth Carcwe kneit each Inorn-
ing; he stepped softly through the shau,,
, his head upon the rail- OF the bench ne
fore him. ~
n time au. the old woman llmped slowly
up a side aisle. mumbling her formulas.
courtesying to the painted SAINTS. on aer
way out. The very thinnest linserlngss OF
mcense hung on the air, seeming TO Tom
like the faint odor that might exhale from
a heavy wreath Of marguerites, worn III
/ dark-brown hair Yet, the PLACE held no.
thing hut peace and goodwill. And ne
found, nothing else in his Owl, heart.
The street was quiet when he emerged
from that lorn vigil; the corner groups
had dissolved. shouting youths no longer
patrolled the sidewalks. Only one quarter
showed signs OF life; the little clubn3use.
where the windows SUI, sh ~ apy gocs;
settling the destinieE OF the United States
OF America, ThIther Tom bent his steps.
1houghtfuly and y Win nds a ,h sds n 81
the houae. here he stood unopserfed 70
look in upon his noisy and agJ.ated
friends.
eral and Mr.. Bsreaud. 10 the latter's son.
jefferson, and young Frank ChenoWeth.
They were gathered about n,g "a PIE nb Rs
his brow as angry red as the llquor m
the cup he held, was proposing "a health
to the President In n voice of fury.
I'm spite Of ali the crailey Grays and
traitors this side of hell he finished Po-
|illtely!s
the general throug and mounted a chair,
tossing his light haid back from his fore
head, his eyes sparkling and HAPPY. on
find your own friends already Occupying
the place you mentioned, do you, Cen
eral?' he asked.
General Trumble stamped and shock his
he voclferatcd "There's not a man hera
10 stand by your Internal doctrines. You
your own STATE e.S S1u sheer nee at sasped
ground! What are you. by the Almighty.
who attack your native land In this. fer
hour Of peril" s
crailey. From Santa Anna?'
THE Generals right. sir" exclaimed
the elder chenoweth indemnity, ana
with him. TITS poor time to abuse tho
President when he's called for volunteers
ard our country is In danger. sir au.
lifting his hand to still the clamor OF
appreciation that arose rs Polk In dan
ger? Or Congress-? But that would be
the Greasers in Washington? No.. you
idiots, you don't! Yet therell be plenty
of men TO suffer and die: and the first
and poor little Mexico; but It won't be
they; the men who'll do the fighting and
dying will be the country boys and the
IKE Of us from the Wbte Honse how hs
can get elected again. | wish rom were
here, coufound you! You listen to him
because he always has the facts and IN
become. of the gaudy campaign cry you
We're all wearing you, lungs out with
with that until after election, Then he
saw he had to make you forget it, or
fight England and be ruined. 50 he forces
get It. That's it: he asks three regl.
ments of volunteers from this State to
die OF fevers and get shot SO that he
can steal another country and make His
drink the health of the politician who sits
at home and sends his fellow men to die
to fix his rotten Jobs for him?" Crailey
had persuaded himself INTO such earnest-
ness that the depth Of his own. feeling
almost choked him, but he finished round-
Is In his beautiful, strong voice, TN
drink for the good punch's sake--but that
health?-Ill Sc General Tumble In heaven
There rose at once a roar of anger and
disapproval, and Crailey became mers
storm center amid the appraised hands
smiling again, upon his chair.
This comes OF living with Tom Van.
This Is his damned abolition teaching!
You're only his echo. you spend hail
your life playing at being Vanrevel!''
Where is Fanrevel?' said Tappingham
"Ay, where Is he ragged Tlpmble,
lammerlng the table til the glasses rang
LET him come and answer for his own
teachings; It's wasted time to talk to
this one: he's only the pupil. Where