The Junction Eagle (Junction, Tex.), Vol. 39, No. 12, Ed. 1 Friday, July 14, 1922 Page: 7 of 8
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Friday, July 14,1922
THE JUNCTION EAGLE
Page Seven.
know," he snld, slowly: “I don’t know
If they ought to do that exuctly."
“Why oughtn’t they?** Fred demand-
ed, sharply.
"Well, It looks to me ns If she was
only light In’ for her principles. She
believes In ’em. The more It costs a
person to stick to their principles,
why, the more 1 believe the person |
must have something pretty tine about
'em likely."
“Yes!" said the hot-headed Fred. I
“That may he la ordinary times, hut
not when a person’s principles are Ma* !
hie to betray their country! We won't ;
"land coat kind oi principles, 1 tel!
you, and we oughtn't to. horn Yocum's
finding that out. all right. She had the !
biggest position of any girl In thh
place, or any hoy either, tip to the last ■
few weeks, and there wasn't any stu
dent or hardly even a member of the
faculty that had the Influence or was t
more admired and looked up to. She !
had the whole show! Tint now, since
she’s Just the same as called any stu-
dent a murderer If he enlists to tight I
for his country and flag—well, now I
she hasn’t got anything at all, and If j
she keeps on she’ll have even less!"
He paused In his walking to and fro ,
and came to a halt behind his friend’s \
chair, looking down compassionately
upon the hack of Ramsey’s motionless
head. Ills tone changed. “I guess It
Isn’t Just the ticket—me to he talking
this way to you, Is it?’’ he said, with a
trace of husklnesg.
“Oh—it's all right,'' Ramsey mur-
mured, not altering Ills position.
"I can’t help blowing up," Fred went
on. "I want to say, though, 1 know
I'm not very conslde-nte to blow up
about her to you tills way. I've been I
playing horse with you about her ever j
since freshman year, hat—well, you
must have understood, Ham, I never .
meant anything that would really both !
er you much, ami I thought—well, 1
really thought it was a good thing, 1
you—your—well, I moan about her.
you know. I'm on, all right. I know
It's pretty serious with you." He
paused,
“Its—It’s kind of tough luck!" his |
friend contrived to say; and he began .
to pace the floor again.
"Oh—well—’’ he said.
"See here, ole stick-in-the-mud,'" |
Fred broke out abruptly. “After her ,
saying what she did Well, It’s none
o' my business, hut—but—’’
“Well, what?" Ramsey murmured.
“I don’t care what you say, If you
want to say anything."
“Well, I got to say It," Fred half
groaned and half blurted, "After she
snld that—and she meant It—why, If
T were In your place I’d he darned If
I’d he seen out walking with her
again."
“I’m not going to he," Ramsey said, I
quietly.
“By George!" And now Fred halted i
In front of him, both being huskily
solemn. "I think 1 understand a little
of what that means to you. old Rum
sey; I think I do. T think T know
something of what It costs you to !
make that resolution for your coun-
try’s sake." Impulsively he extended j
his hand. “It's n pretty big thing for 1
you to do. Will you shake hands?"
But Ramsey shook his head. "I
didn’t do It. I wouldn't ever have done
anything Just on account of her talk- 1
In’ that way. She shut the door on
me—It was a good while ago."
"She did ! What for?"
"Well, I’m not much of a talker, yon
know. Fred.” said Ramsey, staring at
the pen he played with. "I'm not much
of anything, for that matter, prnh’ly, '
but I—well—I—’’ |
"You what?"
"Well. I had to fell her I didn’t feel J
about things the way she did. She'd
thought I had, all along, 1 guess. Any-
way. It made her hate me or some-
thing, I guess; and she called It all
off I expect there wasn't much to cnll
off, so far as she was concerned, any- .
how." He laughed feebly. "She told
rne I better go and enlist."
"Pleasant of her!" Fred muttered.
"Especially as we know what she
thinks enlisting means." IP* raised tils
voice cheerfully. “Well, that's settled;
and. thank God, old Mr. BernstorfTs on
his way to Ids sweet little vine-clad
cottage home! They're getting guns
on the ships, and the big show's liable
to commence any day We can hold
up our heads now, and we’re going to
see some great times, old Ramsey hoy I
It's hard on the home folks—Goah I I
don't like to think <*f that! And I
guess It’s going to he hard on a lot of
hoys that haven't understood what It’s
all about, and hard on some that their
family affairs, and business, and so on.
have got 'em tied up so It's hard to *o
—and of course there's plenty that Just
can’t, and some that aren't huekv
enough- hut the reet of ua are going
to hate the htg time In our Uvea We
got an awful lot to learn; It acarea me
to think of what I don’t know about
being any «**rt of a rear-rank pri-
vate. Why. it's a regular profeaeloa
Hie practicing law or selling for a
drug house on the reml.
"Golly ! IS* you remember how we
talked about that, ‘tn back In freah
man year, what we were going to do
when we got «ut of college? You were
going to be practicing law. for In i
•lance, and I—well, fr instance, re j
member Colburn; be was going to be
a doctor, and he did go to some medt
col school for «*t»e year Now he’* In
the Bed •.cnewhere In Persia
Golly r
He paused then < battered briskly
on “Well, there's <s*e good old boy
vu with our class pur a while, back ,
in frsahraan year; I bet we won’t aoe
him tn any good old army ’ Old rough-
neck l.lnskl that y«ni put the knob on
hit none b*r. Teromle Hopper savn he
•aw hint last summer in Chteaffn sonp-
bottn’. yellin' his head off cuaatn’ every .
niter the «ur. but moatly |
and the alMe*’. you bet. and going :
to run the enrrh hr revolution and rep-
rckhiitHtlves of unskilled labor Iruinl-
grunts, nobody that can read or write
allowed to vote, except l.lnskl. Tom-
mie Hopper aaya he knows all about
l.lnskl: he never did a day’s work In
his life—too busy trying to get the
workingmen stirred up against the peo- 1
pie that exploit ’em! Tommie saya he
had u big crowd to hear him, though,
ami look up quite a little money for
a ’cause* or something. Well, let him
holler! I guess we can attend to him
when we net hack from over yonder.
By George, old Ram, I'm getthi' kind
of floppy in 1114* gills!" lie adminis-
tered a resounding ship to his com-
rade's shoulder. “It certainly looks as
If our hlg days were walking toward
us!"
* * . * » « * «
He was right. The portentous days
came on apace, and each one brought
a new and greater portent. The faces
of men lost n drl\ en look beset ting
them lu the days of budgeted waiting,
and instead of that heavy apprehen-
sion one saw the look men’s faces must
have worn In 177(1 and 1801, and the
history of the old days grew clearer
in the new. The President went to
the congress, and the true indictment |
he made there reached sending Pots-
dam with an unspoken prophecy some- j
what chilling even to Potsdam, one
guesses}- and then through an April
night went almost quietly the steady 1
word: we were at war with Germany, i
The bugles sounded across the contl- I
nent ; drums and lifes played tip and
down the city streets and In town and
village squares and through the coun-
trysides. Pulntly In all ears there was
a multitudinous noise like distant,
hoarse cheering . . . and u sound
like ihal was what Dora Yocum heard,
one night, as she sat lonely in her
room. The bugles and lifes and drums
had been heart! about the streets of
the college town, that day, and she
thought she must die of them, they
hurt her so, and now to be haunted by
lids Imaginary cheering—
She started. Was It Imaginary?
She went downstairs and stood upon
the steps of the dormitory in the open
air. No; the cheering was real and
loud. It came from the direction of
the railway station, and the night air
surged and heat with It.
Below her stood the aged Janitor of
the building, listening. “What’s the
cheering for?" she asked, remember-
ing grimly that the Janitor wus one of
her acquaintances who had not yet
stopped "speaking" to her. "What’s
the matter?"
“It’s a good matter," the old man
answered. "I guess there must be a
“It’s a Good Matter," the Old Man An-
swered.
hlg crowd of ’em down there. One of
our students enlisted today, and
they’re glvln’ him u send-off. Listen
to ’em, how they do cheer. He’s the
tlr^t one to go."
She went hack to her room, shiver-
ing, and spent the next day In bed
with an aching head. She rose in the
evening, however a handbill had been
slid under her door at the o'clock, call-
ing a "Mass Meeting" of the unlver
slty nt eight, and she felt It her duty
to go; hut when she got tn the great
hall she found • sent In the dimmest
corner, farthest from the rostrum
The president of the unhersity ad
dreused the tumultuous many hundreds
before him, for tumultuoiia they were
until he quieted them, lie talked to j
them nlirrly of pot "lot Ism, anti called
upon them for "deliberation and a lit- »
tie patience," There was danger of a
Mlin|>ols he said, and he and the rest
of the farult) were In a meaaure re-
sponsible to ihelr father* and mothers
for them
“You mud keep vour heads." he
•aid IM knows I do not seek to
Judge y«*ur duty In this grs>***t mo
tnenf of your lives, nor assume to tell i
you w hat you must or must not do
lint by burning into servlrv now. with
out careful thought or consideration,
you may Impair the extent of your
|M*«llilr usefulness to the vcry rawer
vou are so antlou* to sene. Hundreds |
of you are taking technical course* .
which should be completed—at least
tn the end of the term In Jim* In
*tmotors from the I’nlted 8tate* army
are already on the way here and mill
tary training will ha begun at once
far all wh<* are phyaleaUy eligible and
of acceptable age. A tpeelal course
wtll be given In prefmratlnm for flying, i
and those who wish to heroine aviator* |
may enroll themaelvee for the course
it once
1 speak to you In a ortal# of file ,
te w«n se that of the ,
nation, and the warning I utter has
been made necessary by what took
place yesterday and today. Yesterday
morning, a student In the Junior cIuhm
enlisted us a private In the United
States regular ufmy. Far he It from
me to deplore Ids course lu so doing;
he spoke to me abdtTt It, und In such u
way tlutt I felt ! IiiiiI no right to dis-
suade him. I told him that It would
he preferable for college men to wait
until they could go as officers, and,
ualde from the fact of a greater pres-
tige, 1 urged that men of education
could perhaps in- more useful In thut
capacity. He replied that If he were
useful enough as a private a commis-
sion might in time come Ids way, and,
as 1 say, I did not feel at liberty to at
tempt dissuasion, lie left to Join a
regiment to which In' had been as-
signed, and many of you were at the
station to hid him farewell.
"But enthusiasm may he too con-
tagious; even a great and Inspiring
motive may work for harm, and the
university must nut become a desert.
In the twenty-four hours since that
young man went to Join the army last
night, one hundred and eleven of our
young men students have left our
walls; eighty-four of them went off to-
gether at three o’clock to catch an
east-bound train at the Junction and
enlist for the navy at Newport. We
ore, 1 say, in danger of a stampede."
He spoke on, hut Doru was not lis-
tening; she had become obsessed by
an Idea which seemed to he carrying
her to the border of tragedy. When
the crowd poured forth front the build-
ing she went with It mechanically,
and paused in the dark outside. She
spoke to a girl whom she did not
know.
"1 beg your pardon—"
"Yes?"
"I wanted to ask; Do you know
who was the student Doctor t’rovls
spoke of? I mean the one that was
the first to enlist, and that they were
cheering last night when he went away
to he a private In the United States
army. Did you happen to hear his
name?"
“Yes, he was a Junior.’*
"Who was It?"
"Ramsey Mllholluml.’’
CHAPTER XV.
Fred Mitchell, crossing the campus
one morning, ten days later, suw Doru
standing near the entrance of her dor-
mitory, where In* wotdd pass her un-
less he altered his course; and as he
drew nearer her and the details of her
face grew into distinctness, he was In-
dignant with himself for feeling less
and less Indignation toward her In pro-
portion to the closeness of Ids ap-
proach. The pity that came over him
''as mingled with an unruly admira-
tion, causing him to wonder what un-
patriotic stuff she could he made of.
She was marked, hut not whipped; she
still held herself straight under all tin*
hammering and cutting which, to hi*
knowledge, she had been getting.
She stopped him, "for only a mo-
ment," she said, adding with a wan
proudness: “That Is, If you’re not one
of those who feel that I shouldn’t he
spoken to’?’’
"No," said Fred, sillily. “I may
share their point of view, perhaps, but
1 don’t feel called upon to obtrude It
on you In that manner."
"I see," she said, nodding. "I’ve
wanted to speak with you about Ram-
sey."
"All right."
She hit her Up, then asked, abrupt-
ly: "What made him do It?”
"Enlist as a private with the regu-
lars?"
"No. What made him enlist at all?"
"Only because he’s that sort," Fred
returned briskly. "He may he inex
pllcahle to people who ImJleve that his
going out to tight for Ids country Is
the same thing as going out to com-
mit a mur—"
She lifted her hand "t'ouldnt
you—’’
"I beg your pardon," Fred said at
once. "I’m sorry, but 1 don’t know Just
how to explain him to vou."
"Why?"
He laughed, apologetically. "Well,
you se**. as 1 understand it, you don't
think it's possible for a person to have
something within him that makes him
care ho much about his country that
he—"
"Walt!" she cried "Don't you ihtnk
I'm willing to suffer a little rather
than to see my country In the wrong?
Don't you think I'm doing It?"
“Well I don't want to he rude ; hut,
of course, it seems to me that >>'u‘rv
suffering because you think you kn<<w
more about w hut'* right aiol wrong
than anytmdy else does."
"Oh. no. Hut 1—’’
"We wouidn’t get anywhere, prob-
ably. by arguing it," Fred said You
asked me,"
"I asked you to tell me why I* en
Mated "
"The trouble is, I don't think I can
tell that to anybody who need* an an*
•wer lie Juat went, of course There
(•n't any question about it 1 alwnaya
thought he'd he the first to go "
"Oh, no!" she Mid.
“1 e* 1 always thought *<v"
"1 think you were mistaken, ahe
Mid, decidedly "It was a special rea
mi—to make him act an cruelly."
-■Cruelly’’" Fred cried
"H was!"
Gruel to whom?"
•Oh. to hts mother—to hi* family
To have him go off that way. without
a word--"
"fib. no; bed been home," Fred c**r
rented her "He went home the Hatur-
dajr l*ef«*re he enlisted, am) settled It
with them. They’re aU broken uy. *»f
course; but whet* they saw* he’d made
up hi* mind they quit opposing him.
and 1 think they’v proud of him about
It, Mayl»e. tn p •* «»f feeling antlou*
You aee. hi* fa»fw*e *.*•* an artillery-
man in ’be ear with Spain, and Ma
| To the Voter* of Kimble Co.
| It has been my aim as a can-
i didate for the office of District
j and County Clerk, to see every
voter personally, and solicit his
'or her vote and influence; but
: there are a few that I have fail-
ed to see, and I take this meth-
od of reaching you to tell you
| that I will appreciate your vote
! and any consideration clue me.
And if elected to do my best to'
I inane all officer that will be an
^ honor both to myself and to the
'County; and I say without hes-
itation, that 1 ant qualified and
capable of filling that office that
j I aspire to.
And it’ the good people of
i this county see fit to choose me
as their elector in this race, I
will do my very best to serve
! you in the interest of the coun-
ty, 1 want to t hank each of my
opponents for the nice way t hey
have conducted this race. From
the pood fellowship they have
shown, a state of friendly feel-
ing exists between us, and will
continue to exist, no matter
who is defeated.
In your hands I place my po-
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