The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1922-03-31
CHAPTER vII.-continued.

He was so right, in regard to his own
performance, at least, that, thereupon
drying up utterly, he proceeded to
stand, speechless figure in the midst
of multitudinous silence, for an eter-
nifty lasting forty-five seconds. He made
a racking effort, and at the end of this
epoch found words again. "In making
my argument in this debate, I would
state that"
1.-TWO minutes!'' said the chairman.
REPUTATION by the negative. Miss D.
Yocum. Two minutes"
II waive them," said Dora, primly.
II submit that the affirmative has not
refuted the argument of the negative"
"Very WELL" With his gavel the
chairman sharply tapped the desk be-
fore him. 1.-THE question is now be-
fore the house. Resolved, that Ger
many is both morally and legally justi-
fed in her invasion of Belgium All
those In favor Of the"
But here there was an interruption
of kind never before witnessed dur
ing any proceedings of the Lumen So
ciety. 1t came from neither of the de-
baters, who still remained standing at
their desks until the vote settling their
comparative merits in argument
should be taken. The interruption
was from the rear row of seats along
the wall, where sat new members of
the society, freshmen not upon the
program Of the evening. A loud nasal
voice was heard from this quarter,
loud but nasal voice. shrill as well as
nasal, and full of a strange hot pas
sion. "Mr. Chairman!" it CRIED "Look-
a-here, Mr.. Chairman! Mr.. Chairman,
demand to be heard You gotta gim-
me my say, Mr.. Chairman! I'm a.
gunna have my say! You look-a-here,
Mr.. Chairman
Shocked by such breach Of order,
and by the unseemly violence of the
speaker, not only the chairman but
everyone else looked there. A short,
strong figure was on its feet, gesticu-
lating fiercely; and the head belonging
to it was large one with too much
curly black hair, fiat swarthy face,
shiny and not Immediately shaven;
there was an impression of ill-chosen
clothes, too much fat red lip, too much
tooth, too much eyeball. Fred Mitchell
recognized this violent interrupter as
one Linski, fellow freshman who sat
next him in one of his classes. whats
that cuss up TOT" Fred wondered, and
so did others. Linski showed them.
He pressed forward, showing himself
through the two rows In front of him
till he emerged upon the green carpet
of the open space, and as he came, he
was cyclonic with words.
"You don't put no such stuff as this
over, tell your" he shouted in his
hot, nasal voice. "This here's q free
country, and you call yourself de-
batting society, do you? Lemme tell
you I belong to a debating society in
Chicago, where come from, and them
fellas up there, they'd think they'd
oughta be shot fer fake like what
you people are tryin' to put over, here,
tonight. l come down here to git some
more education, and pay fer it, too.
in good hard money I've made sweatin'
In machine shop up there in Chi
cago; but if this is the kind of educa-
ton I'm a-gunna git, 1 better go on
back there. You call this square de-
bate, do your"
He advanced toward the chairman's
platform. shaking frantic fist. swell,
II you do, you got another think
comm, my capitals frien'! You went
and give out the question whether it's
right fer Choimuny to go through Bel
gium; and what do you do fer the
Choimup side? You pick out this here
big stifr'-he waved his passionate