The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-09-30

that anyway. I've detailed some of our regular boys to watch for spies among the rccruits-and among our selves. want you to watch too. You are to get evidence so you can give the firing squad a chance if there's time. If there isn't time or it's in- convenient to bring charges, shoot the man you catch, no matter who he is. and shoot quick and straight if you don't want him to get you first"
 Jim nodded. Then Pm to stay about here?'
 "No one's to stay about here. We're wanted in the east as quick as we can get there. They're yelling for us from Savannah to Portland, Me. Leave a , telephone number where we can get you within an hour, and if you haven't made arran gements for an indefinite absence make 'em."
 Jim shook hands with others of the men about and then went down to the noise and exuberance of the street. The crowd cheered him by name as he came out, and amid the crush about him he felt some one juggling at his coat to attract personal attention. He turned about and faced Agnes. Her face was chalk white, and her lips were trembling, and the hand which tugged at his coat was shaking violently, and as Jim faced her he was white also. She knew he had broken his pledge to her, and she had not yet come to un- derstand why.
 War had come, she knew, but to her it existed yet only in words. It was tall, black type of unpleasant print upon great sheets of white paper past ed to board before a newspaper of flee; it was wild, reckless boasts and taunts on the tongues of boys and men about it. War was horrible madness made of bestial passion. Women-if men failed-must forbid it, the slaugh- ter and suffering of a nation.
 Hysterically Agnes cried this to Jim, needless of the crowd about them. And you've joined them! Don't-don't ever speak to me! Don't look at me again! Only-only," she pleaded with him now. beside herself with horror, "has Mart been up there too? Where's Mart, Jim? Have you seen him"
 'No, Agnes. looked for his name, and I asked about him. He hasn't en- listed here"
 "Then he's gone somewhere else to join the army. He went out of the house before the rest of us got up this morning, and from the things he took with him 1 know he's gone to enlistv'
 Jim got her out of the crowd and started to go farther with her, but she would not have him. He turned away from her and went through the tumult of the street toward his fathers fac tory. The noise and cheering were as loud as before, louder if anything, and band was parading somewhere blaring the "Star Spangled Banner" But now to Jim there was a hollow ness in that noise-a hollowness of a nation at war and unready. The smoke was streaming from the chimney of the Ashby factory, and Jim could see as he neared the shops 1 that work was going on, but as he en- | tered the door he heard his fathers l voice roaring in violent vituperation. Two Snen in plain clothes, but display I ing special deputy's stars, and man in police uniform were dragging Ma than Ashby from his office. "Orders," the policeman told Jim when for an instant Nathan Ashby was quiet-"orders from Chicago, as I've tried to explain to him. sir | There's the deuce to pay there, sir There'n be martial law by night if the riots keep up. They've arrested io' of men-one of them named Homan who had good deal to do with youl father yesterday afternoon. Orders are to arrest and hold for examination every one Homan saw. so we're doing 1t. That's all there is to it, and yol nor no one can do anything diferen l about it till we get different orders from Chicago
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