The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1917-09-26
By OSCAR cox

Warringham accepted the offer. and
after every one who had come in on
the train had passed out the girl re-
marked that she reckoncd "she hadn't
come on that train" and turned her
car away from the station.
"Who did you say owned this prop
erty?" asked Warringham.
1T belongs to Major Erskine."
whats he major off,"
1.-THE Pittsford battalion"
Everybody here is preparing for
war, then?'
Eyes, everybody that has any spunk.
There are a few slackers among the
men,"
when Is a man to be considered n
slacker?'
when he's young, ablebodied and
don't go to the war;
Warringham WINGED. The cap fitted
him exactly. He noticed that the girl
wore leggings, which were plainly WIS.,
ible beneath her short skirt.
1T seems to me-" he said that you
are got up in soldierly fashion. I
reckon you're not Stacker
"You bet"
what are you going to do to help
the cause-fght?'
II don't know. I'm going to do some
thing. You see, I'm the gran Waugh.
ter of a Union soldier in the big war
fifty years ago and the granddaughter
of Confederate soldier So, you see,
1t won't do for me to shirk.'
did you have any more GRANDPA"
theirs in the Cuban fracas?'
"No. You don't suppose could have
more than two grandfathers, do you?
But my father and four uncles We're In
that diminutive fight"
women are not now what they We're
In your grandmotbers' time. Then they
were feminine
"My Confederate grandmother wasn't
a coward. She drove some Federal
soldiers out of her potato patch with
gun"
"How about your Union grand
mother?"
"she stood off mob in the draft
riots"
LOU w Soluc VI AeAAAhS ,
don't you? Do you think you could
stand up to be shot at without show
ing the white feather?'
II don't know. / reckon 1t would
depend on how mad I got. Both my
grandfathers agreed that when they
first went in to fight they 'heaved Jo-
nah,' but when they got mad they
weren't scared Bit
"On that ground they should make
soldiers of women. My experience
with your Sex is that when woman is
mad she's mad from the crown of her
head to the tip Of her big toe.'t
BY this time the girl was turning in
to grounds with house and big pole
from which floated the Stars and
Stripes. Women in feminine uniform
were walking about, and before the
+. house paced sentinel.
"Whats tllis?" asked Warringham.
"The barracks Of the Pittsford bat
talon"
She drove up to the house and alight'
ed. while the sentinel faced and
brought his musket to ''present.'
young woman came out Of the house
with lieutenant's straps on her shoul
ders and asked:
where's the recruit you were to
bring, major"
"She didn't come. I reckon shes
going to turn out a Stacker
Are you Major Erskine?' asked
Warringham.
Eyes, Mt your service. Do you want
to buy my little farm? I've no use fol-
it this year. I'm preparing battalion
for active service"
no" replied Warringbam, 81 don't
think I do Your two grandfathcrs
who fought in the war between the
states, your two manly grandmothers
your father and four uncles who
fought in Cuba, have produced that IL
YOU which merits emulation. I don't
see why I, man, should be raising
cabbages while you, woman, are pre-
pairing for war I'm going back home
and pack my grip for Plattshurg o.
some other training camp and leave
the cabbages to the superannuated mel
and boys"
"NOw YOU talk like a Jim dandy"
"But there's one thing want you tc
promise me-
"What's tbat?"
"Promise me, major. that If I come
back from the war alive you'll marry
me-"
well, seeing there's only one chance
in three of your coming back alive, III
do 1t. Put it there!'
She gave him her hand. he became
an officer in the army, and others rails
ed the cabbages.