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Telephone 744 Brownie Cameras In order to acquaint more of the people of Freeport with the delight* and Inetructiveness of am ateur photography, wc are giving a No. 1 Brownie Camera each week to some one of our customers. Save the register coupons given with each pur chase—yours may have the lucky number. The winners of these cameras are entitled to compete In our Camera Club contest for a $25.00 Kodak. Particulars at our store. CHUBBUCK’S QUALITY DRUG STORE Main Street Freeport, N. Y. TnEld5T5HOT— cxy>xr/<r/fr/s>/*/ c/fARLL3 jc/e/wr/fy jcwd EDERICK PALMER SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—At their home on the fron- Browne and Gray* Mar- auand and her mother, ael W .sterling of U » Graya, Lanatron, staff Intelligence officer or a fail In hie aaro- entertalnln eee Cap tier between th ta Oalland Colonel W< tain the Browne, Injured by plane. CHAPTER H —Tan year* later. W< ee- vice but real chief of South La Tlr, medttatee culatee on the cempara- terllng, nominal staff, reinforce* on war, and speculates on the compara tive agee of htmaelf and Marta, who la visiting In the Gray capital. C H A P T E R iT t —W e e terll M a r ta . S h e telle him ch ildlld rren e n th e follies of trlotlsr patriotism, begs him he la chief of ataff, will n o t w! ^ \h< w a r an d to p r e v e n t c a lls on tea c h i n g pn he m a k e s w a r a g a i n s t th e B r o w n s rtla f w a r w h ile ts th a t If he The old man's trousers were thread- ! bare but well darned, and the holes in I the uppers of his shoes were carefully I patched. He bad 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 girl’d be attracted to you fellows, a t 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?\ \Ye's I was in the Huaears—In the Hussars! I tell you with our sabres a-gleamlng, our horses’ bits a-jlngling, our pennons a-flylng, and all the color of our uniform—I tell you, the girl* used to open their eyes at us. And we went Into the charge like that—yes, sir, Just that gay and grand. Colonel Galland leading!” Military history eald that It had been a rather foolish charge, a fine example of the vainglory of unreason ing bravery that accomplishes nothing, out no one would suggeet such skepti cism of t o 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 Gran*. \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 southern 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? Yve’re joking !\ TO Bks the people of the southern frontier was only less conceivable than liking the people of the Grays. “T h at’s because you didn't see deep under them. They're all^on the outside— a flighty lot! Why^' If they'd done their part In that last war we'd have licked the 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! I 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!\ ‘‘Say, you ain’t been falling in love?* he hazarded. \You—you aid’t going to bring one of them southem girls home ?” “No!\ said Tom, laughing. \Well I’m glad you ain’t, for they're naturally light-minded. I remember 'em well.” He wandered on with his questione and comments. “Is It a tact, Tom, or was you JUst Joking when you wrote home that the soldiers took so many fciths?” \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 geant’e, but he was biting his lips to keep It under control. “You heard what he said, sir?\ “The latter part—enough!” \It’s incitatton to mutiny! An ex ample!\ “Yes, put him under arrest.\ The sergeant still held fast to the collar of Stransky’s blouse. Stransky by a random recollection, flitted to an- | CQUi(j have shaken himself free, as a other subject which set him to gig gling. “And the little crawlers—did they bother you much, the little crawl ers?\ “The little crawlers?\ repeated Tom, myetifled. \Yes. Everybody used to get ’em just from living close together. Had to comb ’em out and pick ’em out of your 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 Fragini. Interested in their own reunion, they had paid no attention to a group of Tom’s comradee 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 m atter If we are In the right!” \Let them come!\ said the butcher’* son. \If we ffaye to go, it will be on a wave of blood.’’ ^ '^ -------- \And they will come sam e tlm e ,\ *ald the Judge’* son. \They wanTour land.” \We gain nothing If we beat them back. W ar will be the ruin of busl- neee,” eald the banker’* eon. “Yee, we are prosperous now. Let well enough alone!” aald the manufac- turer’e son. “Borne eay It make* wage* higher,\ •aid the laborer’* son, “but I am think ing it’* a poor way of raising your pay.” “Jhere won’t be any war,” said the banker’* m b . \There can’t be without credit The banking Intereeta will not permit it.\ “There can always be war,” eald the Judge’s son, \always when one people determines to strike at another people —even If tt bring* bankruptcy.\ “It would be a war that would make all other* in history a mere exchange of sklrmlshee. Every able-bodied man In line—automatic* a hundred shot* a minute—gun* a dosen shot* a minute —and aeroplane* and dirigible* 1\ eald che manufacturer’s »on. “To the death, too!\ “And not for glory! We of the 63d wno live on the frontier will be fight ing for our home*.’’ “If we lose them we’ll never get them back. Better die than be beaten!\ Herbert Stransky, with deep-set eyes, slightly equintlng 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: “Thle 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 bard and bitter, except when his eyes would light with a feverish sort of fire which shone as he broke Into j a lull In the talk. “Comrades,’’ he began. “Let us hear from the Socialist!\ a Tory exclaimed. “No, the anarchist!’’ shouted a So cialist. “There won’t be any w ar!\ said Stransky, his voice gradually rising to the pitch of an agitator relishing the sensation of his own words. “Patriot ism Is the played-out trick of the ruling classes to keep down the proletariat. There won’t b6 any war! Why? Be cause there are too many enlightened men on both sides who do the world's work. We of the 63d 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- j try!\ “Hold on! The flag Is sacred!\ j 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 aa he seized Stransky by the collar of the blouse. Stransky raised his free hand aa If to strike, but paused as he faced the company’s boyish captain, slender of figure, aristocratic of feature. His in dignation waa aa evident as the ser- — ! mastiff frees himself from a puppy, | but this was resistance to arrest and j he had not yet made up his mind to I go that far. His muscles were weaving under the sergeant's grip, his eyes ! glowing as with volcanic fire waiting I on the madnessvof Impulse for erup- | tion, “I wonder If it is really worth while to put him under arrest?\ said some ! one a t th\ edge of tho group in amiablo i inquiry. i The voice came from an officer of about thirty-five, who apparently had | strolled over from a near-by aeroplane j station to look a t the regiment. From j his shoulder hung the gold cords of | the stuff. 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 pleased to be remembered. “I overheard your speech,” Lanstron continued, nodding toward Stransky. “It was very informing.” A crowd of soldiers was now press ing around Stransky, and to the front rank was Grandfather Fragini. “Said our flag was no better'll any other flag, did he?” piped the old man. “Beat him to a pulp! That’s what the Hussars would have done.\ “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 feeUngs aa of anybody's. Stransky squinted his eyes down the bony bridge of his nose and grinned sardonically. “That won’t take long,\ he answered. \My father, so far as I could identify him, died to Jail and my mother of drink.” “That waa .hardly to the purple!\ ob served Lanstron thoughtfully. “No, to the red!” answered Stransky i savagely. “I mean that It was hardly Inclined to make you take a roseate view of life as a beautiful thing to a well-ordered world where favors of fortune are evenly distributed,\ continued Lan stron. “Rather to make me rejoice In the hope of a new order of things—the recreation pt society!’’ Stransky ut tered the sentiment with the trium phant prid6 of a pupil who knows hie text-book thoroughly. By this time the colonel command ing tho 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 as 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 ahead. \It Is only a suggestion, of course,\ said Lanstron, speaking quite as a spectator to avoid the least Indication of interference witti tlte colonel's au thority. “but It se^ht^jpossible that Stransky 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 colonel looked hard at Stransky’s rigid profile, with its tight lips and 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 openly,” sug gested Lanstron. “If you give him the limit of the law, why, he becomes a m artyr to persecution. I should say that his remarks might pass for bar rack-room gassing.” “Very\ well,\ said the colonel, taking the shortest way out of the difficulty. “We will excuse the first offenee.’’ \Yes sir!\ aald the sergeant me chanically as he released his grip of the offender. \We had two anarchists in my company In Africa,\ he observed In loyal agreement with orders. “They fought like devils. The only trouble was to keep them from shooting Inno cent natives for sport.\ (To Be Continued). A Laugh’s Whisper. “Can you tell me what a smile IsT’ asked a man of a little girl. “Tee, sir; It's the whisper of a laugh.”—London Answers. = ■ TH E HOLMES M. NORWOOD, Prop. 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