Charlevoix county herald., 1904-11-05

SsSSNGSSS1N1S5N 10 brush UP NY splhdi
cord: it's been so thrilled to
smithereens, l haven't any backbone
left. You know, COMFY, they drill OH
Van Ness avenue, right in front Of
our house. VIII power can keep you
from the window, but they've been CIV
ing their orders by bugle, and the very
sound simply makes me want to
how'll
Il know" chimed in Constance Brice,
waving a gold-headed cane, to which
had been fastened a very spick and
span silk flag; there's squad down
near us, too"
THE other day." went on Margaret,
Il had such an experience. AS /
was coming home the soldiers were
lying fiat in the middle of Van Ness
avenue, firing at the enemy over an
embankment. 1t was perfectly stu
pendous! OF course, there wasn't really
any firing, or embankment, or enemy,
but seeing them gave me the war
fever, / can tell you! Oh, if / We're
only a man 1 wouldn't be sitting here,
Or standing with my hands in my
pockets, either Ga whitening glance
at their thus employed escort. I'D
goodness, Tom Scott, look ut that thing
right down there in front of us. am
going to run this minute
what is it," asked Constance.
CA great, big. horrid old cannonr
sob, hurry, Madge! OF course they'll
Gre salute. Let's go home and watch
the transports from our back porch"
Haven't you had an object lesson in
cannon at your kindergarten yet?"
asked Tom, serenely; then, turning to
Margaret: "Baby's little dog o; war is
muzzled; doggic can't bark IL the little
durls,' ana he reassuringly pointed
out to the cap upon it.
ITO change the subject" said Marga-
ret, with little cough, "did you ever
see such an uninteresting looking NOR
tai as that woman sitting by herself
over there. Her face is absolutely ex-
pressionless. I'd just like to stick
pin in her to see il she'd take interest
enough to squeal."
Your hat pin with its army button
end suggested Constance. L don't
believe she has any patriotism, for she
hasn't ghost of Il badge or button"
Il don't see what she came for. If
she wants to read magazines such a
day as this, she'd better stay at home"
The leaves turn over pretty fast
She's probably only looking at the pic
| tures-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: cts my opinion the transports
won't go till night, then steal out
quietly"
They went on chatting of trivialites.
Then, towards o'clock-they had
come to Block Point at 2-they began
telling stories.
Il heard such r)mantic one yester-
day." said Margaret. There was a
girl of Spanish descent called Anita
Anta-oh, l can't remember her last
name"
Jones" suggested Tom.
"Her parents both came to this
/ 'puhNig NhNh my Ntic llclc DdDifS.
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 I'm their unknown fatherland.
! Anita. belle Of Santa Clara County,
was engaged TO promising young
Californian.
"Thc parental smile had oil the
bIess-you-my-children serenity until
the young man enlisted: then he was
forbidden the house and II intercourse
F., with the granddaughter of Spain.
Well, rs you can easily guess, Cupid