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

you DIDN'T All die Of pneumonia!" He
paused to absorb. the phenomenon.
Then his half-childish mind, prompted
by . random recollection, fitted to an.
other subject which Get him to gig.
Cling. "And the little crawlers-d did
they bother you much. tho little crawl.
ers?"
"The little crawlers?" repeated Tom,
mystified.
Eyes. Everybody used to get 'em
Just from living close together. Had
to comb 'em out and pick 'em out OF
your clothes. Tho chase we used to
call It."
mo. grandfather, crawlers have
gone out Of fashion. And no more cpl
denies OF typhoid and dyssntery
either" said Tom.
"Times have certainly changed"
grumbled Grandfather Frasini.
Interested in their own reunion. they
had paid no attention 70 group Of
Toms comrades nearby. sprawled
around . newspaper containing the
latest dispatches from both capitals.
Five million soldiers to our three
million!"
Eighty million people to our fifty
million!"
because Of the odds. they think we
are bound to yield, no matter II we are
in the right"
Let them comet" said the butchers
son. III We have to 90. it will be on a
wave Of blood"
"And they will come some time.
said the judges son. They want GU,
land"
1--WE gain nothing II we beat them
back. War will be the ruin Of bust.
ness" said the bankers son.
Eyes, we are prosperous now. Let
well enough alone!" said the manufac.
turer's son.
Some say II makes wages higher .
said the laborer's son, but am think.
ing it's q poor way Of raising your
pay"
There won't be any war" said the
bankers son. "There can't be without
credit. Tho banking interests viii
not permit 1t.
There can always be war;" said the
judges son. always when one people
determines to strike at another people
even II 1t brings bankruptcy"
TT would be war that would make
all others In history . nero exchange
Of skirmishes. Every able-b bodied man
in line-automatics hundred shots a
minute-guns a dozen shots minute
and aeroplanes and dirigibles!" said
the manufacturers son.
ITO the death, tool"
And not for glory! We Of the SD
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 squirting inward. and .
heavy jaw, an enormous man who was
the best shot in the company-swnen
he cared to be, bod. listened in silence
to the others, his rather thick but ex.
pressive lips eurving with cynicism.
His only speech IN the morning had
been In the midst Of the reception in
the public square Of the town when he
said:
This homecoming doesn't mean
much to me. Home! He'll! The
hedgerows Of the world are my home!
b He. appeared older than his years.
and bard and bitter. except when his
eyes would light with Q feverish sort
Of fire which shone q he broke into
. lu1l in the talk.
Comrades" he began.
LET Us hear from the Socialist" .
Tory exclaimed.
mo. 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 IL the Niayed-ost trick Of the ruling
classes to keep down tho proletariat.
There won't be any war! Why? Be
cause there arc too many enlightened
men on both sides who do the worlds
work. We Of the SD are . pro
vincial lot, but throughout our army
there are thousands upon thousands
like me. They march. they drill, but
when battle comes they viii refuse
to dght-my comrades in heart, to
whom the flag Of this country means
no more than that Of any other coun-
try!" -
Hold on! The nag b sacred:-
cried the bankers son.
"Yes, that will dol.
"Shut up!"
Other voices formed a chorus Of
angry protest.
Il knew you thought it: now I've
caught you!" This from the sergeant,
who had seen hard fighting against
q savage foe in Africa and there
fore was particularly bitter about
the Bodlapoo affair. The welt of
scar on the gaunt, fever-yellowed
cheek turned deeper red 40 he seized
Stransky by the collar Of the blouse.
Stransky raised his free hand as II
TO strike. but paused as he faced the
company's boyish captain. slender of
figure. aristocratic of feature. His In
dignation was - evident - the ser
geants. but he was biting his lips to
keep It under control.
You heard what he said, sir?"
"The latter part-enoush!"
"It's incitation to mutiny! An ex.
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