Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-09-17

it?' Tanstrou aaid shaking hands with the captain.
 'Yes, just before we were ordered south said Dellarme, obviously pleased TO be remembered,
 \ overheard your speech Lanstron continued, nodding toward Stransby 'it vas yer, intorming
 I crowd of soldiers was now press .hs nound 5tfapsky. ana in the f,out rank was Grandfather Fragn1
 aSaid our flag was no better any other flag, did he?' piped the old man
 Beat him to 9 .pulp That's what the Hnssars would have done"
 If you don't mind telling it ;r pun lie stransky, l should like to know your origin said Lanstron, prepared tt he as conslderate ot all anarchists private feelings as of auybodys
 Stransky squinted his eyes dowr tne tony bridge of his nose ana grifHaC sardonically.
 That won't take long he ans cred
 My father, so far as l could identify him, died in jail and my mother ot drink"
 That was hardly to the purple nt- served Lanstron thoughtfully
 No, to the red!" answered Strausby sayage!y.
 T mean that it was hardly incl'nea to make you take a roseate view ol life as a beautiful thing in well ordered world where favors of fortune tIe evenly distributed" continued Ian stron.
 Rather to make me rejoice ii the hope of a new order of things the recreation of society,"" Stransky Ut, tered the sentiment with the triuu7- phant pride of a 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 a 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, a capable and in sistent witness for the prosecution; while Stransky, the fire in his eyes dying to coals, stared straight ahead.
 Tt is only a suggestion, of course," said Lanstron, speaking quite as . spectator to avoid the least indication of interference with the colonels au- thority but it seems possible that Stransky has clothed his wrongs in g. garb that could never set well on his nature if he tried to wear it in prac. tice. He is really an individualist. En- ragged, he would fight well. should like nothing better than force of Stranskys if had to defend a redoubt in last stand" "a
 "Yes. he might fight" The colonel looked hard at Stransky's rigid profile, with its tight lips and chin as firm as if cut out of stone. "You@never .kncw who will fight in the p,ach;, they say But that's speculation. It's the .ex- ample that have to deal with" He is not of the insidious, plotting type, He spoke his mind4openly," sug. gested Lanstron. If you give him the limit of the law, why, he. becomess a martyr to persecution. Irshould say that his remarks might pass for bar rack-room gassing" &. >" / : Very well, said the colonel, taking the shortest way out of the difficulty we will excuse the first offense."' "s.&
 Yes, sir!'' said the sergeant me chanically as he released, his grip of the offender. "We'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.H ns
 Stranskys 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 so much as a glance upward over the. change in his fortunes Then. he looked around at Lanstron glover ingly.. ' , .i,ss ~
 T know who you are!" he said. You were born in the purple: You have had education, opportunity, posi- ttqnv everything that you and, your kind want to keep for your kind. You are smarter than the others. You would hang a man with spider webs instead of hemp. But | won't fight for you! No. won't!" 3.
 He threw back his head with 9 de- termination in his defiance So. intense that it had certain kind of dignity that freed it of theatrical affectation. Y
 "Yes, I was fortunate; but perhaps nature, was not altogether unkind to you,h said Lanstron. ".In Napoleonic times, Stransky. think you might even have carried a marshaPs baton in. your. knapsack." ,& NJ .a
 "You-what rot!" A. sort of triumph played around Stransky's full lips and his jaw shot out challengingly. fNp. never against my comrades on the ,oth7 CT side of the border!" he concluded, his degged stare returning.
 Now the colonel gave the order to ] fall in; the bugle sounded and the cen cen tipede's legs began to assemble on the road. But Stransky remained a statue l yt,. xJ uO