Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1914-09-29

head of the fight gave on to a daTll
part Of the hall. There she paused,
held by the scene that score or
more Gray soldiers, who had riotously
crowded into the dining room, were
enacting. They were members of
Processes company of the Grays
whom Marta had seen from her win
dow the night before rushing across
the road into the garden.
When, finally, they burst into the
redoubt after it was found that the
Browns had gone, all, even the judges
son, were the war demons own. The
veneer had been warped and twisted
and burned off down to the raw ami
NAL flesh. Their brains had the fever
itch of callouses forming. Not a sign
of brown there in the yard; not a sign
of any tribute after all they had en-
dured! They had not been able to lay
hands on the murderous throwers of
hand-grenades. Far away now was
barrack-room geniality; in. oblivion
were the ethics of an inherited civil
cation taught by mothers, teachers and
church.
But here was a house-a house of
the Browns; big, fine house! They
would see what they had won--this
was the privilege OF baff1ed victory.
What they had won was theirs! To
the victor the spells! Pellmell they
crowded into the dining-room, Hugo
ttifh tho foo1inu him GOLF a OF 10
on the crest of wave, and PilZer.
most bitter most ugly OF all, his short
strong teeth and gums showing and
his liver patch red, lumpy, and trem.
bling. In crossing the threshold OF
privacy they committed the act that
leaves the deepest wound of wars in
heritance, to go on from generation
to generation in the history OF fami-
lies.
"A swell dining room! like the
chandeliers!" roared PilZer.
With his bayonet he smashed the
only globe LETT intact by the shell fire.
There was laugh as a shower of
glass fell on the floor. Even the
judges son, the son of the tribune of
law, joined in. Pilzer then ripped up
the leather seat of chair. This in
troductory havoc whetted his appetite
for other worlds of conquest, as the
self-chosen leader of the increasing
crowd that poured through the door
way.
Maybe there's food" he shouted.
Maybe there's wine!"
Food and wine!'
Yes, wine! We're thirsty!"
And maybe women I'd like to kiss
a pretty maid servant" Pilzer added,
starting toward the hail.
Stop" cried Hugo, forcing his way
in front of Pilzer
He was like no one of the Hugos OF
the many parts that his comrades had
seen him play. His blue eyes had be-
come an inf1eXible gray. He was stand
ing half ON tiptoe, his quivering
muscles in tune with the quivering
pitch of his voice:
1--WE have no right in here! This is
private house!'
"Out of the way, you white-livered
little rat!" cried Pilzer, "or I'll prick
the tummy of mammals darling!"
What happened then was so sudden
and unexpected that all were vague
about details. They saw Hugo in a
catapultic lunge, mesmeric in it's swift
ness, and they saw Pilzer go down, his
leg twisted under him and his head
banging the floor. Hugo stood, half
ashamed, half frightened, yet ready
| for another encounter.
Fracasse, entering at this moment,
was too intent on his mission to con-
slider the rights of personal differ
ence between two of his company.
There's work to do! Oct of here,
quick! We are losing valuable time!"
he announced, rounding his men to-
ward the door with commanding ges-
lures. I'VE are going in pursuit."
| Marta, who had observed the latter
part of the scene from the shadows Of
the hall, knew that she should never
forget Hugos face as he turned on Pill
ger, while his voice of protest struck
a singing chord in her jangling nerves.
1t was the voice of civilization, of one
who could think out of the orbit of a
whirlpool of passionate barbarism.
She could see that he was about to
spring and her prayer went with his
lean She plOried in the imDact that