The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-11

ITO New York;!
 "We are. Then-the regents begun landing his troops?"
 Transports off the east end of Long Island, they say"
 Jim's soreness and wearincss sud denly were gone. Instead hot impulse of power and passion stirred through him. It was much more than a re- .juvenation of the first excitement of the camp in Chicago and of carrying arms through the streets. The enemy of the United States was landing-or about to land-upon the shores of the country! He was being called, with the rest of his regiment, to oppose them!
 There's been big doings in Washing ton tonight. Have you heard"
 Nothing much" "Well, we may get it; we probably are going to; but they aren't to stick 1, it to us for nothing like they did with the navy-poor devils"
 <; Jim choked and swallowed. All the evening he had been thinking of Bob and Nellie. Was Bob killed, and did Nellie know it yet? What's hap pened in Washington Jim asked.
 "They say Stones in absolute charge"
 Some one else cut in eagerly. "sAnd the president calls out million more { men tomorroww
 s'He don't call. He orders. They're going to draft by ages right away. No slackers here, if Stone's bossing!' 7 < The bugle blew again. Bugles an swered all about,
 Say, what was that call?" E f"That was assembly,"
 "'Twas not You fool, they don't blow assembly when they want'-
 "Well, that's boots and saddles they're.blowing over there in the First cavalry. know that"
 l"Hey, sergeantn'
 Were to get in line, boys-over there; column foursv' the sergeant suggested optimistica1ly.
 The confusion in the camp became greater and greater. In the weeks tfreless, intensive drill Company F all raw recruits except the officers and sergeants and corporals who had been promoted from the Third militia regi- ment-had only. passably mastered squad drill Form foursr' still brotght recruits tripping and tum- bling, passable platoon evo1utions by daylight were still in the future, and now, in the dark of midnight, whole battalion-four companies together was expected to form and march to the railroad station and keep from getting mixed up with the other battal- ions of the Twentieth and with un- counted battalions of other regiments, not to speak of the troops of mounted men who were on the march at the game time There was a great deal of swearing, and there was little light to let any one witness just how bad the formation was-and somehow the battalion got started, o-- "Some troupe travelling with us!' the man marching at Jim's right com mented. He was Paddy Kilbane, erst- l while shipping clerk and star in | fielder. A scout for the Cubs had recon mended him just before the Salem ] located the regents fleet. If Kilbane I was in place, Jim was not, but neither knew who was out of position. But the fact that "Swedy'' Swenson marched just behind caused Jim to suspect that both himself and the Irishman be longed elsewhere. Swenson was 2 large, laconic man-until eight days earlier janitor of an apartment build ing-who possessed, as his reference which he brought with him stated, Q passion for orderliness and precision.
 Kilbanc continued: And they must be requiring us bad to start us up SC this time of the night Swedy, me bucko, 'tis rife ye're marching with not mop, and we're polzin' me shins Put it over we're shoulder like ball bat; twill not drip on yer
 Excuse MT. Kiioanew Swenson obliged. That ben fire bell. heyT
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