The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-01-23

part OF the hall. There she paused.
held by the scene that q score or
more Gray soldiers, who had riotously
crowded into the dining-room, we're
epacting. They we're members OF
Fracasse's 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 vas found that the
Browns had gone. all. even the judges
SON we're the war demons own. The
veneer had been warped and twisted
and burned OF down to the raw ami
NAL flesh. Their brains had the fever
itch OF callouses forming. Not q sign
~ brown there in the yard; not sign
Of any tribute after all they had en-
dured, They had not been able to lay
hands on the murderous throwers OF
and-grenades. Far away now was
barrack-room geniality; in oblivion
were the ethics of an inherited civili-
ration taught by mothers, teachers and
church.
But here was O house, house or
the Browns; Q big, hne house! They
would see what they had Won-thls
was the privilege OF bafied victory
What they had won vas theirs! 10
the victor the spOils. Pell-mell they
crowded into the dining-room, hugo
with the rest, feeling himself q straw
on the crest OF Q wave, and Pllzer'
most bitter, most ugly OF all, his snort
strong teeth and gums showing ana
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 left intact by the shell fire.
There was q laugh as Q shower OF
glass fell on the foor. Even the
| Judges son, the son OF the tribune OF
| law, Joined in. PilzeF then ripped up
! the leather seat OF q 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 vine!"
| Eyes, wine, We're thirsty"
| And maybe women! ia like to kiss
q pretty maid servant!' Pilzer added,
starting toward the hall.
Stop" cried Hugo, forcing his way
! IN front OF Pilzer.
He vas like no one OF the Hugos OF
the many parts that his comrades had
seen him play. His blue eyes had be
come an infexible gray. He was stand
ing half on tiptoe. his quivering
muscles in tune with the Quivering
pitch of his voice:
I'VE have no right in here! This Ii
q private housed"
"Out OF the way, you whitelivered
little rat," cried Pilzer, "or I'll prick
the tummy Of mammals darling!"
What happened then was 30 sudden
and unexpected that all were vague
about details. They saw Hugo in
catapultic lunge, mesmeric in it's swift
ness, and they saw Pilzer go down. his
leg twisted under him and his head
banging the hoor. Hugo stood, hall
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 a personal differ
ence between two Of his company.
There's work to do! Out 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 oil
the hall, knew that she should never
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 q
whirlpool of passionate barbarism
She could see that he was about Il
leap. She gloried in the impact thai
felled the great brute with the livel
patch on his cheek, which was like &
birthmark of war.
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