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While the 128th was going to new scenes, the 63d was re turning to familiar ground. It had de trained In the capital of the province from which its ranks had been recruit ed. After a steep Incline, there was a welcome bugle note and with shouts of delight the centipede's legs broke apart! Bankers', laborers', doctors', valets', butchers', manufacturers' and judges' sons threw themselves down on the greensward of the embankment to rest. With their talk of home, of relatives whom they had met at the station, and of the changes In the town was mingled talk of the crisis. Meanwmie, an aged man was ap proaching. At times he would break into a kind of trot that ended, after a few steps, in shortness of breath. He was quite withered, his bright eyes twinkling out of an area of moth latches, and he wore a frayed uniform coat with a medal on the breast "Is this the 63d V be quavered to the nearest soldier. "It certainly Is t " some one answered. "Come and Join us, veteran!" "Is Tom Tom FYaginl here?" The answer came from a big soldier, who cprang to his feet and leaped to ward the old man. "It's grandfather, as I live!" he called out, kissing the veteran on both cheeks. "I saw sister In town, and she said you'd be at the gate as we inarched by." "Didn't wait at no gate! Marched right up to you!" said grandfather. "Marched up with my uniform and medal on! Stand ofT there, Tom, so I can see you. My word! You're big gcr'n your father, but not biggern I was! No, sir, not bigger'n I was in my day before that wound sort o' bent me over. They say it's the lead in the blood. I've still got the bullet!" The old man's trousers were thread bare but well darned, and the holes in the uppers of his shoes were carefully patched. He had a merry air of op timism, which his grandson had in herited. "Well, Tom, how much longer you got to serve?" asked grandfather. "Six months," answered Tom. "One, two, three, four " grandfa ther counted the numbers off on his fingers. "That's good. You'll be in time for the spring ploughing. My, how you have filled out! But, some how, I can't get used to this kind of uniform. Why, I don't see how a glrl'd be attracted to you fellows, at all!" "They have to, for we're the only kind of soldiers there are nowadays. Not as gay as in. your day, that's sure, when you were in the Hussars, eh?"- "Yes, I was in the Hussars in the Hussars! I tell you with our sabres a-gleamlng, our horses' bits a-Jingling, our pennons a -flying, and all the color of our uniform I tell you, the, girls used to open their eyes at us. And we went into the charge- like- that yes, ;slr, Just that gay and grand. Colonel Galland leading!" Military history said that It had been a rather foolish charge, a fine example of the vainglory of unreason jlng bravery that accomplishes nothing, . ;but no one would suggest such skepti cism of an Immortal event in popular Imagination in hearing of the old man as he lived over that intoxicated rush of horses and men into a battery of (the Grays. "Well, didn't you find what I said was true about the lowlanders?" asked .grandfather after he had finished the charge, referring to the people of the outhern frontier of the Browns, where the 63d had Just been garrisoned. "No, I kind of liked them. I made a lot of friends," admitted Tom. "They're very progressive." "Eh, eh?. . You're Joking!",;, To like - the people pf the southern frontier wa - only less conceivable than liking the people of the Grays. "That's because yon didn't . see deep ' under- them. ' They're all oa the outsider flighty, -?tL . jVl7A JM'sfty'd. done thplr .part. In that Tail war we'd Tiave HcTedTlhe Grays until they cried for mercy! If their army corps had stood its ground at Volmer " "So you've always said," interrupted Tom. "And the way they cook tripe! couldn't stomach it, could you? And if there's anything I am partial to it's a good dish of tripe! And their light beer like drinking froth! And their bread why, it ain't bread! It's chips! 'Taint fit for civilized folks!" "But I sort of got used to their ways," said Tom. "Eh, eh?" Grandfather looked at grandson quizzically, seeking the cause of such heterodoxy in a northern man. "But I Won't Fight for You I" "Say, you ain't been falling In love?" he hazarded. "You you ain't going to bring one of them southern girls home?" "No!" said Tom, laughing. "Well, I'm glad you ain't, tor they're naturally light-minded. I remember 'em well." He wandered on with his questions and comments. "Is it a fact. Tom, or was you just Joking when you wrote home that the soldiers took so many baths?" "Yes, they do." "Well, that beats me! It's a wonder you didn't all die of pneumonia!" He paused to absorb the phenomenon. Then his half-childish mind, prompted by a random recollection, flitted to an other subject . which set him to glg rling. "And the little crawlers did they bother you much, the little crawl ers?" "The little crawlers?" repeated Tom, myetlfied. "Yes. Everybody used to get 'em just from living close together. Had to comb 'em out and pick 'em out of ycur clothes. The chase we used to call it."' , ,. . ' "No, grandfather, crawlers have gone out of fashion. And no more epi demics of. . typhoid and dysentery either," said Tom. " "Times have certainly changed!" grumbled Grandfather Fraginl. Interested in their own reunion, they had paid no attention to a group of Tom's comrades nearby, sprawled around a newspaper containing the latest dispatches from both capitals.' "Five million soldiers to our three million!" "Eighty million people to our fifty million!" "Because of the odds, they think we are bound to yield, no matter if we are in the right!" "Let them come!" said the butcher's son. "If we have to go, it will be on a wave of blood." "And they will come some time," said the judge's son. "They want our land." "We gain nothing if we beat them back. War will be the ruin of busi ness," said the banker's son. "Yes, we are prosperous now. Let well enough alone!" said the manufac turer's son. "Some say it makes wages higher," Bald the laborer's son, "but I am think ing It's a poor way of raising your pay." "There won't be any war," said the banker's son. "There cant be without credit. The banking Interests will not permit it" "There can always be war," said the judge's son, "always when one people determines to strike at another people even if lt! brings bankruptcy." "It would be a war that would make all others in history a mere exchange of skirmishes. Every able-bodied man in' line automatics a hundred shots a minute guns a dozen shots a, minute and aeroplanes and dirigibles I" said the manufacturer's son. " " -mi the death, tool" "AnJ not ff iJoryl Wi of thf l$A ;wh(THve on fneTfrbntier will be flgh ing for our homes." "If we lose them we'll never get them back. Better die than be beaten!" Herbert Stransky, with deep-set eyes, slightly squinting inward, and a heavy jaw, an enormous man who was the best shot in the company when he cared to be, had listened in silence to the others, his rather thick but ex pressive lips - curving with cynicism. His only speech all the morning had been in the midst of the reception in the public square of the town when he said: "This home-coming doesn't mean much to me. Home? Hell! The hedgerows of the world are my home" He appeared older than his years, and hard and bitter, except when his eyes would light with a feverish sort of fire which shone as he broke into a lull in the talk. "Comrades," he began. - "Let us near from the Socialist!" a Tory exclaimed. : "No, the anarchist!" shouted a So cialist. .. ; , "There wont be any war!" Bald Stransky, his voice gradually rising to the pitch of an agitator reliehing the sensation of bis own words. "Patriot lam la the played-out trick of the ruling classes to keep down the proletariat. There won't be any war! Why? Be cause there are too many enlightened men on both sides who do the world's worn. we or tne 53d are a pro vincial lot, but throughout our army there are thousands upon thousands like me. They march, they drill, but when battle comes they will refuse to fight my comrades In heart, to whom the flag of this country means no more than that of any other coun try!" ' "Hold on! The, flag is sacred!" cried the banker's son. "Yes, that will do!" "Shut up!" Other voices formed a chorus of angry protest. "I knew you thought it; now I've caught you!" This from the sergeant, who had seen hard fighting against a savage, foe in Africa and there fore was particularly ' bitter about the Bodlapoo affair. The welt of a scar on the gaunt fever-yellowed cheek turned a deeper red ae he seized Stransky by the collar of the blouse. Stransky raised his free hand as if to strike, but paused as he faced the company's boyish captain, slender, of figure, aristocratic of feature. His in dignation was as evident as the ser geant's, but he, was biting his lips to keep it under control. - "You heard what he said, sir?" !, . "The latter part-enough!" "It's lncltation to mutiny I An ex ample!" . , , ...' "Yea, put him under arrest" The sergeant still held fast to the collar of Stransky's blouse. Stransky could have shaken himself free, at. a mastiff frees himself from a puppy, but this was resistance to arrest and he had not yet made up his mind to go that far, Els muscles were weaving under the sergeant's grip, his eyes glowing as with volcanic fire waiting on the madness of Impulse for erup tion. ; "I wonder if It is really worth while to put him under arrest?" said somo one at the edge of the group In amiable inquiry. , ' The voice came from an officer of about thirty-five, who apparently had strolled over from a near-by aeroplane station to look ait the regiment. From hie shoulder hung the gold cords of the staff. It was Col. Arthur Lanstron, whose plane had skimmed the Gal lands' garden wall for, the "easy bump" ten years ago. There was some thing more than mere titular respect in the way the young captain saluted admiration and the diffident, boyish glance of recognition which does not presume to take the lead in recalling a slight acquaintance with a man of distinction. , , , , ' . "Dellarme! It's all of two years since we met at Miss Galland's, isn't It?" Lanstron said, shaking hands with the captain. - "Yes, Just before we were ordered south," said : Dellarme, ; obviously plsaset! to be remembered. "I overheard your speech," Lanstron continued, nodding toward 8traneky. "It was very informing." A crowd of soldiers was now press ing around Stransky, and in the front rank was Grandfather Fraginl. 1 "Said our flag was .no better'n any other flag, did her piped the old man, "Beat him to a pulp! That's what the Hussars would have done." ' r ..... "If you don't mind telling it in pub lic, Stransky, I should like to "know your origin," said Lanstron, prepared to.be as considerate of an anarchist's private feelings as of anybody's. i ; Stransky squinted his eyes down the bony (ridge of his nose and grinned sardonically. ' "That wont take long." he answered. "My father, so far as I could identify him, died in Jail and my mother of drink.",,; , ! "That was hardly to the purple t" ob served.. Lanstroo thoughtfully, , "No, to the red!" answered Stra&sky 1 mean that it was hardly inclined to make you take a roseate view of life as a beautiful thing in a well-ordered world where favors of fortune ; are evenly distributed," v continued '.. Lan stron,; :. ',.' ;. ?' "Rather to make me rejoice In the hope of a new order of things the recreation vof society!" Stransky ut tered the sentiment with the trium phant pride of a pupil who knows hie text-book thoroughly. By this time the colonel command ing the regiment, who had noticed the excitement from a distance, appeared, forcing a gap for his passage through the crowd with sharp words. He, too, recognized Lanstron. After they had shaken hands, the colonel scowled ?.s he heard the situation explained, with the old sergeant, still holding fast to Stransky'e collar, a capable and in sistent witness for the prosecution; while Stransky, the fire In his eyes dying to coals, stared straight aheftd. "It is only a suggestion, of course," said Lanstron, speaking quite an spectator to avoid the least indication of Interference with the colonel's au thority, "but it seems possible that 8transky has clothed his wrongs in a garb that could never set well on his nature If he tried to wear it in prac tice. He is really an individualist. En raged, he would fight well. I should like nothing better than a force of Stranskys if I had to defend a redoubt in a last stand." "Yes, he might fight." The colon! looked hard at Stransky's riM profile, witn lis tight lips nd chin as firm as if cut out of stone. "You never know who will fight in the pinch, they say. But that's speculation. It's the ex ample that I have to deal with." . "He is not of the insidious, plotting type. He spoke his mind ppenly," sug gested Lanstron. "If you give him the limit of the law, why, he becomes a martyr to persecution. I should say that his remarks might pass for barrack-room gassing." "Very well," said the colonel, taking the shortest way out of the difficulty, "We will excuse the first offense." "ies, sirr said tne sergeant me chanically as he released his grip of the offender. "We had two anarchist in my company in Africa," he observed is loyal agreement with orders. "They fought like devils. The only trouble was to keep them from shooting inno cent natives for sport" ' Stransky's collar was still crumpled on the nape of his neck. He remained stock-still, staring down the bridge of his nose. For a full minute he did not vouchsafe so much as a glance upward over the change in his fortunes. Then he looked around at Lanstron glower ingly. : "I know who you are!" he said. "You were born in the purple. You have had education, opportunity, posi tioneverything that you and your kind want to keep for your kind. You are smarter than the others. You would hang a man with spider webs instead of hemp. But I won't fight for you! No, I wont!" He threw back his head with a de termination in his defiance so Intense that it had a certain kind of dignity that freed it of theatrical affectation. , "Yes, I was fortunate; but perhaps nature was not altogether unkind to you," said Lanstron. "In Napoleonic times, Stransky, I think you might even have carried a marshal's baton in your knapsack." "You what rot!" A sort of triumph played around Stransky's full lips and hie Jaw shot out challenglngly. "No, never against. my comrades on the oth er side of the border!" he concluded, his dogged stare returning. , Now the colonel gave the order to fall in; the bugle sounded and the cen tipede's legs began to assemble on the road. But Stransky remained a statue, his rifle untouched on the sward. He seemed of a mind to let the .regiment go on without him. "Stransky, fall in!" called the ser geant , . , . . Still Stransky did not move. A com rade picked up the rifle and fairly thrust It into his hands: Come on, Bert, and knead dough with the rest of US'!" he whispered. rifle down oa tne ground" with a Heavy blow. , f ' V , Then impulse broke through the restraint that seemed to characterize the Lanstron of thirty-five. The Lan stron of twenty-life, , who had met catastrophe because, he was "wool gathering,", asserted himself. He put hie hand on Stransky's shoulder. It was a strong though slim hand that looked as If it had been trained to do the work of two hands In the process of its owner's own transformation. Thus the old sergeant had seen a gen eral remonstrate with a brave veteran who had been guilty of bad conduct in Africa. The old colonel gasped at such a subversion of the dignity of rank. He saw the army going to the devil. But young Dellarme, watching with eager curiosity, was sensible of no ifamiiiarity in the act It all depended on how such a thing was done, he was thinking. "We all have minutes when we are more or less anarchists," said Lan stron in the human appeal of one man to another. "But we don't want to be Judged by one of those minutes. I got a hand mashed up for a mistake that look only a second. Think, this over tonight before you act. , Then, If you are of the same opinion, go to the col onel and tell him so. Come, why not?" j "All right sir, you're so decent about it!" grumbled Stransky, taking his place in the ranks. - Hep-hep-hep! The regiment started on its way, with Grandfather Fraginl keeping at his grandson's side. "Makes me feel young again, but it's darned solemn beside the Hussars, with their horses' bitsa-Jlngllng. Times have certainly changed officers' hands in their pockets, saying 'if you don't mind' to a man that's insulted the flag! Kicking ain't good enough lor thai traitor! Ought to nang 11m . yes, sir, hang, and draw him !M Lanstron watched the marching col omn for a time.'' "Hep-hep-hep! It's the brown of the) Infantry that counts In the end," he mused. "I liked that wall-eyed giantJ He's all man!" f Then his livening glance swept the heavens inquiringly. A speck in thel blue, far away in the realms of atmos-j pheric infinity, kept growing in size until it took the form of the wings V with which man flies. 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