Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-03-08

in ones hands, ana yet' - soon - It 10
settled IN the small Of your back you
do mot notice II 20 very much.
STAND by arms!"
slope arms!"
Az ii we were marching out for pa
.rade. the captains orders sound -
crisp - that. We shoulder arms -
smartly % II W were moving out on
parade.
Form sections! Right about turni
Quick march,"
And We swing round smartly IN four
at the command. M.
Fifth, sixth. seventh, eighth com.
pany!" shouts the major, who has
pulled up In the middle Of the yard.
We are tho eighth company. and are
following on tho heels Of the seventh.
The gates Of the barrack-yard arc
open. We are marching out. Our legs
mark time on the pavement Of the
street in the goose-step Of grand pa
irade.
March at easel"
And the muscles Of our legs relax
and advance Ct more natural gait.
The streets are full Of people. They
are lining the pavement ON both sides
and watching 40 march past. Though
It IL still quite IN early hour Of the
morning, yet the whole town is up and
about. They weren't able to stay
:abed. They wanted toNss the. soldiers
march out.
And they welcome as with their
eyes and wave their hands to Us.
A hfteen.year.old lad is running
along beside 10. His brother 10
marching In our file.
Mother sends you her love: she
says she is feeling better again-but
she wasn't well enough to get up yet,
else she'd nave come with me this
morning-but was to give you this
from her" ~
And the lad stretches his open hand
out TO his brother, and tries to hand
him something wrapped up in paper
money! But the elder brother waves
II aside.
"Put II away. Tell her said she
was to spend II on herself, and to
look after herself properly, and DO
we'll and At when. We come back
again" - *, ~. Il
Reluctantly TIE lad puts the money
in his pocket. :. ~.
A little ahead Of US . young woman
- tripping alongside. We hxvs -sst =
pretty smart pace ana She has to
break into = run to keep up. But
though her feet may stumble over the
uneven pavement she never turns her
eyes from her husband. What they
may have to ray to each other at tho
very last moment We fan't catch. But
we catch the expression Of her face.
and her comically touching devotion.
And now the crowds ACCOMPANYING
their soldiers through the streets be-
come denser and denser. A few folk
who are seeing members Of their fam
fly or are running beside every sec
Ition. White-haired, fathers and
mothers, with anxious looks, sisters,
isweethea1ts. wives.
There 10 one among them Of whom
you can tell ct q glance that she 10
about to become . mother. Well. she
will be brought to bed lonely and desc
late.
Tho man marching on my right. .
|taciturn yokel, who until now has been
staring sloomily straight ahead Of him.
half turns to me.
"How many kids are there under
way that1l never como to $50 their
idads7s
And then he thaws. and begins to
talk about his brother. who had TO
leave with the army service corps
two. days before, and he was called on
the colors the very same day his wife
WAS brought to bed, so that he had to
leave her before she was out Of tho
wood.
almost make you think W wasn't
human beings"
Tho drums and 1,fes strike up brisk-
". and play . merry march.
Some ono or other. somewhere IN
the crowd. sets up loud. growing sort
OF cheer. {,
Hip! hip! hoofAY3 a. ...l
; And the others join IN. It spreads
All down the whole length OF the
street, and does not die down again.
But it leaves my yokel unmoved.
whats the good Of that how-d,ye-
DO! Folks are fair craxed. There y
mo sense In It." 80, = ,.s,..
glance at him out Of tho corner OF
my eye. He 10 impenetrably rspt IN
his own gloomy reflectiona. Then ne
begins again.
|, aAh've left wife and three kids 70
home. They're to get q few pence 2
day, the lot, ana naught more. And
that's what four people have got %
live OF"
!: Some one tries to cheer him up.
] "Then some one else'il turn up
WHOM look after emf"
aWhat others!' comes the answer
IN ! deep growl. They'll have their
hands full looking after themselves.
BY the time I get home they'll have
kicked the bucket, the whole lot Of
'em. The best thing'd be never %
come home no more." 81
Then the big drum breaks into his
complaint. A more dull reverberating
throb. Il IL 70 usher in the regimenfal
band, and orders the drums ana the
.flfes to desist. ~
And then again. deep and mpnitory.
Boom! s.