Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-09-16

presume 10 S8ko tho loS0 IN TocS1un8
. slight acquaintance with man OF
distinction.
''Dellarme! It's all Of two years
since We met 1t Miss Galland's. isn't
IT." Lanstron said, shaking hands with
the captain.
YES, just before we were ordered
SOUTH" said Dellarme. obviously
pleased to be remembered.
II overheard your speech" Lanstron
continued, nodding toward STRANGELY.
1T was very informing"
A crowd Of soldiers was now press.
ing around stransky, and in the front
rank was Grandfather Fragini.
Said our nag was no better'n any
other nag, did her" piped the old man.
Beat him to pulp! That's what the
Hussars would have DONE"
III you don't mind telling 1t In pub
lie. Stransky. l should like to know
your origin" said Lanstron, prepared
to be as considerate Of an anarchists
private feelings as Of anybody's.
Stransky sQuinted his eyes down the
bony bridge Of his nose and grinned
sardonically.
"That won't take long" he answered.
"My father, so far as could identity
him. died in Jail and my mother of
drink"
THAT was hardly to the purple!" OBJ
served Lanstron thoughtfully.
mo, to the red!" answered Stransky
savagely.
II mean that It was hardly inclined
to make you take roseate view of life
as a beautiful thing in a well-ordered
world where favors Of fortune are
evenly distributed" continued Lam
stron.
Rather to make me rejoice in the
hope of q new order of things-the
recreation Of society,"" Stransky ut
tered the sentiment with the trium-
plant pride of pupil who knows his
textbook thoroughly.
By this time the colonel command
ing the regiment, who had noticed the
excitement from a distance. appeared,
forcing gap for his passage through
the crowd with sharp words. He. too.
recognized Lanstron. After they had
shaken hands, the colonel scowled as
he heard the situation explained, with
the old sergeant, still holding fast to
stranskys collar, capable and In
sistent witness for the prosecution;
while Stransky. the ire in his eyes
dying to Goals. stared straight ahead.
''It is only suggestion. Of course. "
said Lanstron, speaking quite az a
spectator to avoid the least indication
Of interference with the colonel's au-
thority, but it seems possible that
Stransky has clothed his wrongs In q
garb that could never set we'll on his
nature II he tried to wear 1t in prac-
tice. He il really an individualist. En-
RACED. he would neht we'll. should
nke nothing better than a force Of
atranskys II l had to defend . redoubt
IN . last stand"
yes. he might light" Tho colonel
looked hard 1t stransky's5rigid profile.
with its tight lips and chin a. firm ~
II cut out Of stone. You never know
who will night In the pinch. they say.
But that's speculation It's tho ex.
ample that have to deal with
HE Is not Of the insidious. plotting
type. He spoke his mind openly" sus-
sesteds Lanstrpn. IL you give him the
limit Of the law, why. he becomes .
martyr to persecution. should say
that his remarks might pass for bar
rack-room gassing."
Very WE'LL" said the colonel, taking
the shortest way out Of the difficulty.
I'VE will excuse the first offense.''
Yes, sir" said the sergeant me-
chanically as he released his grip Of
the offender. I'VE had two anarchists
in my company In Africa" he observed
in loyal agreement with orders. They
fought like devils. The only trouble
was TO keep them from shooting inno-
cent natives for sport"
Stransky'e collar was still crumpled
on the nape Of his neck. He remained
stock-still, staring down the bridge Of
his nose. For full minute he did not
vouchsafe 80 much as glance upward
over the change in his fortunes. Then
he looked around at Lanstron glover
ingly.
Il know who you are!" he said.
"You we're born in the purple. YoN
have had education, opportunity, posi-
tion-everything that you and your
kind want to keep for your kind. You
are smarter than the others. You
would hang man with spider webs
instead OF hemp. But wont fight for
you! No. / won't!"
He threw back his head with de-
termination in his defiance so intense
that it had certain kind of dignity
that freed it Of theatrical affectation.
Eyes, was fortunate; but perhaps
nature was not altogether unkind to
YOU" said Lanstron. In Napoleonic
times, Stransky, think you might
even have carried 'marshal's baton In
your knapsack. -
"You-what rot!" A sort of triumph
played around Stransky's full lips and
his jaw shot out challengingly mo,
never against my comrades on the 9th
or side Of the border!" he concluded,
his logged stare returning.
Now the colonel gave the order to
fall in; the bugle sounded and the CEN
tipede's legs began to assemble on the
road. But Stransky remained statue,
his rife untouched on the sward. He
seemed Of mind to let the regiment
90 on without him.
"Stransky. fall in!" called the ser.