The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1905-02-04

&kMNNM& 10 Drush up my spinal
cord; it's been no thrilled to
smithereens. ! haven't any backbone
left. You know, COMFY, they drill on
Van Ness avenue, right in front of
our house. Will 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
howl"
Il know" chimed In Constance Brice,
waving gold.headed cane, to which
had been fastened very spick and
span silk nag; there's a squad down
near N, too"
1.-THE other day" went on Margaret.
II had such an experience. As 1
wa! coming home the soldiers were
lying nat in the middle Of Van Ness
avenue. iiring at the enemy over an
embankment. II 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, II I were
only man 1 wouldn't be sitting here,
or standing with my hands in my
pockets, either" Ia whitening glance
at their thus employed escorb. I'D
goodness, Tom Scott, look at that thing
right 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, Madge! or course they'll
fire salute. Let's so home and watch
the transports from our back porch"
Haven't you had an object lesson in
cannon at your kindergarten yeti"
asked Tom, serenely; then, turning to
Margaret: "Baby's little dos o, war is
muzzled; doggie emit bark a. the little
durls," and lie reassuringIy poiD led
out to the cap upon 1t.
ITO change the subject" said Ma ga.
ret, with little cough. did you ever
see such an embarrassing looking NOR
tai ms that woman sitting by herself
over there. Her face Is absolutely ex-
pressionless. I'D just like to stick n
pin In her to see II she'd take interest
enough to squeal.'
Your hat pin with its army button
end" suggested Constance. Il don't
believe she has any patriotism, for she
hasn't ghost Of a badge or button"
Il don't see what she came for. II
she wants to read magazines such a
day as this, shed better stay at home"
1.-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 encourag-
ingly: Its my opinion the transports
won't go till night, then steal out
quietly
They went on chatting OF trivialities.
Then, towards o'ciock-they had
cone to Block Point at 2-they began
telling stories.
Il heard such 'nlantic one yester-
day. said Margaret. There was a
girl of Spanish descenI called Anita
Anita-oh, I can't remember her last
name"
ZONES" suggested Tom.
Her 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, natu.alized. 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, belle of Santa Clara County,
wns engaged to promising young
Californian.
The parental smile had all the
bless-you- my-clIild-en serenity until
the young man enlisted: then he was
forbidden the house and II intercourse
with the granddaughter of Spain.
Wen. IS you can easily guess, Cupid