The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1914-11-13
and aeroplanes and dirisibles." said


ing for our homes"
III We lose them we'il never get
them back. Better die than be beaten."
Herbert Stransky. with deep set
eyes, slightly squirting inward. aud a
heavy Jaw. an enormous man who was
the best shot In the company when
he cared 20 be. had listened in silence
to the others. his rather thick but ex-
pressive lips curving with cynicism.
His only speech all the morning had
been In the midst OF the reception IN
the pablic square OF the town when he
said:
This Homecoming doesn't mean
much TO me. Homer Heili The
hedgerows OF the world are my home!"
He appeared older than his years.
and hard and bitter. except whsn his
eyes would light with fevsrish sort
OF fire which shons as he broke into
a lull In the talk.
Comrades" he began.
Let 81 hear from the Socialist" a
Tory exclaimed.
mo. the anarchisti" shouted So
cialst. I.
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 90 keep down tho proletariat.
There won't be any warl Whyy Be-
cause there are too many enlightened
men on both sides who do the worlds
work. We OF the 53d are pro-
vincial bot, but throughout our army
there are thousands upon thousands
like me. They march. they drill, but
when battle comes they will refuse
To fght-ny comrades I'm heart. TO
whom the flag OF this country means
no moro 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.
Il knew you thought IL: now I've
caught you'll" This from the sergeant.
who had seen hard lighting against
savage foe In Africa and there
fore was particularly bitter about
the Bodlapoo affair. The welt OF n
scar on the gaunt. fever-yellowed
cheek turned a deeper red as bo seized
tCf L,xr hu hA Of N
Stransky raised hts free hand az II
to strike. but paused as no faced the
company's boylsh captain, slender OF
figure, arlstocratic OF feature. His In
dignation WAS as evident az tho ser
geaDts. but he was biting his lips to
keep IL under control.
you heard what he said, sirf"
The latter part--enoughl"
TITS incitation to mutinyl An ex-
amplei"
yes, put him under arrest"
The sergeant still held fast to the
collar OF Stransky's blouse. Stransky
could have shaken himself free, as u
mastiff frees himself from puppy,
but this wac resistance To arrest and
he had not yet made up his mind TO
go that far. His muscles were weaving
under the Bergeant's grip. his eyes
glowing as with volcanic fire waiting
on the madness OF impulse for orup-
ton.
81 wonder II IL is really worth while
to put him under arrest?" said some
one at the edge Of the group In amiable
inquiry.
The voice came from an officer OF
about thirty-hve. who apparently had
strolled over from a nearby aeroplane
station to look ut the regiment. From
his shoulder hung the gold cords of
the stan. 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 moro than mere titular respect
In the way the young captain saluted
glance OF recognition which does not
presume 90 take the lead In recalling
a slight acquaintance with a man OF
distinction.
''Dellarmel It's all OF two years
since we met Mt Miss Galland's. isn't
III" LAnstron said, shaking hands with
the captain
yes, just before we were ordered
SOUTH" said Dellarme, obviously
pleased 20 be remembered.
II overheard your speech" Lanstron
continued, noddlng toward Stransky.
ut was very Informing"
A crowd OF soldiers was now press
ing around Stransky. and in the front
rank was Grandfather Fragini.
said our flag was no better'n any
other flag, did he?" piped the old man.
Beat him TO a pulpl That's what the
Hussars would have done"
IF you don't mind telling II in pub
lie. stransky. should like to know
your origin" said Lanstron. prepared
TO De as considerate OF an anarchists
private feelings as OF anybody's.
Stransky squinted his eyes down the
bony bridge OF bis nose and grinned
sardonically.
THAT won't take long," he answered
My father. so far as | could identify
him. died In Jail and my mother OF