Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1904-10-13

s;XXA ~ Az Z You got 'IoNcl
-, - handy" asked Margaret
( ~ & Leslie, dropping down on
~ u til" hard ground. I'D like
x.Xk&k,k to brUSd up my spinal
cord lis been so thrilled TO
imithcrernS, haven't any backbone
eft. loH know, COMFY, they drill on
Van Ness avenue, right in front of
,ur house. VIII power can keep YOU
from the window, hut they've been Civ
ne their orders by bugie, and the very
sound simply makes me want to
howl"
II know" Chimed in Constance BriCr.
waving a gold headed cane. to which
aad been fastened very spick and
span silk hag, There's 4 squad down
uear us. too"
THE Other day" went on Margaret.
81 had such an experience. AS |
was coming home tn" soldiers We're
tying fiat in the middle of Van Ness
avenue. firing at the enemy over an
pmhankmrnt 1t WIS perfectly stu
prndouS. OF course. there wasn't really
any firing. or cmhankm"nt. or enemy.
but seeing them gave u,e the war
fever. | can tell you. oh. if | were
only Il man wouldn't be sitting here,
IL standing with my hands in my
pockets, either IA whitening glance
at their thus employed eScoru. I'd
goodness, Tom scott. look at that thing
eight down there in front of us. | am
going TO run this minute"
what is IT," asked Constance.
"A great. big. horrid old cannon
"Oh. hurry. Madgc, or course they'll
fire Il salute. Let's 20 home and watch
the transports from our back porch"
"Havcn't you had an object lesson in
cannon at Your kindergarten yet"
asked Tom, s"rcncly: then, turning To
Margaret; "Baby's little dog o, war is
nllZZIed; doTgie can't bark III the it'll"
durIS,' ANA he rea,Suringly pointed
out to tn" cap upon it.
40 change the subject" said Marga-
ret with 4 little cough. did YOU ever
see such an embarrassing looking NOR
over there. Her face is absolutely cX-
preSstonl"Ss. I'll Just like TO stick n
pin in her to see if she'd take interest
enough TO spu"al."
"Iour hat pin with it's army button
end. suggested Constance. i don't
believe she has ANY patriotism. for she
hasn't n ghost of Il badge or button"
II don't sre what She came for. If
she wants to read magazines such n
day as this, she'd better stay at home"
"'rhc leaves turn over pretty fast
She's probably only looking at the pie
lures don't care for reading, You
know. How long have we been here
now"
zone hour and forty minutes"
answered Tom; then added encourage
ingly: IT'S my opinion the transports
won't go ill night then steal out
quietly"
They went OH chatting of trivialtcs.
Ihcn, towards ) O'Clock they had
conc to Block Point at they began
telling stories.
Il neAfu Sutn romantic one Ne2tpr-
day" said Margaret, There was a
Girl of Spanish descent called Anita--
Anita-oh. | can't remember her last
name"
Jones" suggested Tom.
"Hcr parents both came to this
country when they were mere babies.
They have never been back. They
have made all their money here. The
father, naturaliZed. has voted right
along And their children have been
educated in our public schools. But
when this war brok' out, the one
touch of Spanish blood in their veins
made them akin to their unknown
brothers in their unknown fatherland
Anita, a belle of Santa Clara County
was engaged to a promising young
Californian.
"The parental smile had all the
bless yo,l-my children serenity until
the young man enlisted: then he was
forbidden the house and il intercourse
with the granddaughter OF Spain
Well, as you can easily guess, Cupid