Arizona republican., 1918-08-26
SECOND INSTALlMENT Chapter 1 (Continued)

sight and she said: "Oh, yes-come on, Col O. nel''-making three unaccented syllables of the word-"and we shall have une femme sandweech." She gave the colonel her arm. The miserable kansan had not thought to take it. be- ing busy with the Beacon Building or the water hazard at the Emporia Country club. and then, as the Col-o- nel took her arm she lifted the eyes | to the stupid clod of a kansan and switched on all the joyous incandes- cence of her lamps as she said, ad- dressing the Frenchman but gazing sweetly at the American, "Col-o-nel. will you please carry my books" They must have weighed six or eight ounces. And she shifted them to the Colonel as though they weighed a ton.
 So the Kansan walked wearily to the smoking room to find his mate. They two then and there discussed the woman proposition in detail and drew up strong resolutions of respect for the Wichita and Emporia type, the Ameri- can type that carries it's own books and burdens and does not require of it's men silly and superficial chivalry and does not stimulate it by the ever lasting lure of sex! Men may die for the Princess and her kind and enjoy death. We were willing that they should. We evinced no desire to inn pose our kulture on others. But after that day on the deck the Princess lost her lure for Henry and me. So we went to the front stoop of the boat and watched the ArmenianS drill. A great company of them was crowded in the steerage and all day long, with a sergeant major, they went through the drill. They were returning to Europe to fight with the French army and avenge the wrongs of their people When they tired of drilling, they danced, and when they tired of danc- ing, they sang. It was queer music for civilized ears, the Armenian songs they sang. It was written on bar barrie scale with savage cadences and broken time: but it was none the less sweet for being weird. It had the charm and freedom of the heart in it and was as foreign as the strange brown faces that lifted toward us as they sang.
 An Unrecoqnized Air
 What is that music?" asked tn, Kansans of a New England boy in khaki who had been playing Greig that day for them on the piano. That nodded the youth toward the Armen- l Oaken Bucket" His face did not relax and he went away whistling! SC there we were Tho Col mel and the lady with their idea on the woman question, the Armenians with theil bizarre music, the Yankee with hi: freaky humor, and the sedentary golt dust twins from Kansas, and Srea boat-l load of others like them in theil striking differences of ideals and no tions, all hurrying across the world t' help in the great fight for democracN which, in it's essence, is only the righ to live in the world, each man, eaci cult, each race. each blood and eacf nation after it's own kind And abou all the war involves is the right t' live. and to love ones own kind o humor. mes own kind of philosophy knowing that they are not perfect an' understanding their limitations: trust ing to time and circumstance to brin; out the fast colors of life in the eterna wash Thinking thoughts like thes that night, Henry's bunk mate coul' not sleep. So he slipped on a gre. overcont over his pajamas and put o grey hat and grey rubber sole shoes, and went out on the deck mt the hot night that falls in the gull stream in summer. It was the murk hour before dawn and around an around the deck he "ced noiselessly. grey. but hardl-- gaunt specter in tn night. The deck chairs were filled wit sleepers from the berths beiow deck! At last, wearying of his rounds. tn specter stopped to gaze over the ra at the water and the stars when h heard this from a deck chair benin him, Wake up, Net-for Gods sak wake up," whispered a frightene woman's voice There's that awfl thing again that scared me so aWhil ago."
 The Rising Ocean
 Even at the latter end of the lourne the ocean interested us. An ocean al ways seems so unreasonable to inland CTS. And that morning when ther was "a grey mist on the seas fac and grey dawn breaking, Henr came alongside and looked at the sea scape, all twisting and writhing an tossing nd bilowing, up and dow and sideways He also looked at hi partner who was gradually grown pale and wan and weary And Henr heard this: She's on bender; she rig about ten feet during the night. guess there's been rain. somewhere u near the headwaters or else the fe low took his finger out of the hole j the dyke. Anyway, she'll be out ( her banks before breakfast. I don want any breakfast: I'm going to be for the day" And he went.
 During the day Henry brought tf cheerful informa ton that the DoctC was down and that the Eager Soul an