Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-09-17

son. If we have to go, it will be on a wave of blood /"
 And they will come some time" said the judges son. "They want our land"
 we gain nothing if We heat them back. War will be the ruin If busi- ness," said the bankers son
 Yes, we are prosperous flow. Let well enough alone!" said the manufac- turer's son.
 Some say it makes wages higher" said the laborers son. "but 1 am think ing it's a poor way of raising your pay"
 There won't be any war; said the bankers son. There cant be without credit. The banking interests will net permit it..
 There can always be war;" said the judges son, always when one people determines to strike at another people even if it brings bankruptcy"
 Tt would be war that would make all others in history a mere exchange of skirmishes. Every able-bcdied man i'll line=~automatics hundred shots minute-guns a dozen shots a minute and aeroplanes and dirigibles!' said the manufacturers son.
 ITO the death. tool"
 And not for glory. We of the 53d who live on the frontier will be fight ing for our homes.'
 If we lose them we'll never get them back. Better die than be beaten!"
 Herbert Stransky, with deep-set eyes, slightly squinting inward, and heavy jaw, an enormous man who was the best shot in the company when he cared to be, had listened in silence to the others, his rather thick but e1S pressive lips curving with cynicism. His only speech all the morning had been ill the midst of the reception in the public square of the town when he said
 This home coming doesn't mean much to me. Home? Hell! The hedgerows of the world are my home,"
 He appeared older than lis years, and hard and bitter, except when his eyes would light with a feverish sort of fire which shone as he broke into luli in the talk.
 Comrades" he began.
 Let us hear from the Socialist" a Tory exclaimed
 No, the anarchist" shouted So- cialist.
 There won't be any war!" said Stransky, his voice gradually rising to the pitch of an agitator relishing the sensation of his own words. Patriot ism is the played-out trick of the ruling classes to keep down the proletariat. There won't be any war! Why? Be cause there are too many enlightened men on both sides who do the worlds work. We of the 53d are a pro vincial lot, but throughout our army there are thousands upon thousands like me. They march, they drill, but when battle comes they will refuse to tight--my comrades in heart, to whom the flag of this country means no more than that of any other coun- try!"
 Hold on! The flag is sacred!" cried the bankers son.
 "Yes, that will dol"
 "Shut up!"
 Other voices formed a chorus of angry protest.
 T knew you thought it; now I've caught you!" This from the sergeant, who had seen hard fighting against a savage foe in Africa and there fore was particularly bitter about the Bodlapoo affair, The welt of a scar on the gaunt, fever-yellowed cheek turned deeper red as he seized Stransky by the collar of the blouse. 4 Stransky raised his free hand as if to strike, but paused as he faced the, company's boyish captain, slender of figure, aristocratic of feature. His in dignation was as evident as the ser geants, but he was biting his lips to keep 1t under control.
 You heard what he said, sir?" =
 "The latter part-enough!"
 Its incitation to mutiny! An ex- ample!" +4 .{ j 1oS, put ulu uHUcI dIIcot.
 The sergeant still held fast to the collar of Stransky's blouse. Stransky could have shaken himself free, as a mastiff frees himself from puppy, but this was resistance to arrest and, he had not yet made up his mind to. go that far. His muscles were weaving under the sergeant's grip, his eyes glowing as with volcanic fire waiting on the madness of impulse for erup- tion.
 "I wonder if it is really worth while to put him under arrest?" said some one at the edge ofthegroup in amia0le inquiry.
 The voice came from an officer Of about thirty y-five, who apparently had strolled over from anear-by aeroplane station to look at the regiment. From his shoulder hung the gold cords of the staff. It was Col. Arthur Lanstron, whose plane had skinned the Gal lands garden wall for the easy bump" ten years ago. There was some- thing more than mere titular respect in the way the young captain saluted