Mary Louise and the Liberty Girls | Page 2

but I knew if
Gran'pa Jim talked to the slackers, they'd see their plain duty. Gran'pa
Jim knows how to stir them to action."
Gradually the applause subsided. The faces of the multitude that
thronged about the stand seemed to Mary Louise stern and resolved,
determined to prove their loyalty and devotion to their country.
And now Mr. Jaswell advanced and seated himself at a table, while Mr.
Conant requested those present to come forward and enter their
subscriptions for the bonds. He urged them to subscribe generously, in
proportion to their means, and asked them not to crowd but to pass in
line across the platform as swiftly as possible.
"Let us raise that entire eight hundred thousand to-night!" shouted the
Colonel, in clarion tones. Then the band struck up a popular war tune,
and the banker dipped a pen in ink and held it ready for the onslaught
of signers.
But no one came forward. Each man looked curiously at his neighbor
but stood fast in his place. The city, even to its furthermost suburbs,
had already been systematically canvassed by the Committee and their
efforts had resulted in a bare two hundred thousand dollars. Of this sum,
Colonel Hathaway had himself subscribed twenty-five thousand.
Noting the hesitation of his townsmen, the old gentleman again arose
and faced them. The band had stopped playing and there was an
ominous silence.
"Let me encourage you," said Colonel Hathaway, "by taking another
twenty-five thousand dollars' worth of these wonderful bonds. Put me
down for that amount, Mr. Jaswell. Now, then, who are the patriots
eager to follow my lead!"
There was applause--somewhat more mild in character--but none came

forward. Alora's father, Jason Jones, who had already signed for fifty
thousand dollars, rose and added another twenty-five thousand to that
sum. This act elicited another ripple of applause; more questioning
looks were exchanged between those assembled, but there were no
further offers to subscribe.
The hearts of the committeemen fell. Was this meeting, on which they
had so greatly depended, destined to prove a failure, after all?
Jake Kasker, the owner of "Kasker's Clothing Emporium," finally made
his way to the platform and mounting the steps faced his townspeople.
There was a little murmur of surprise and a sudden tension. The man
had been distrusted in Dorfield, of late.
"You all know what I think about this war," said Kasker in a loud voice
and with a slight German accent. "I don't approve of it, whatever
anyone says, and I think we were wrong to get into it, anyhow."
A storm of hisses and cries of "Shame!" saluted him, but he waited
stolidly for the demonstration to subside. Then he continued:
"But, whatever I think about the war, I want to tell you that this flag
that now waves over my head is as much my flag as it is yours, for I'm
an American citizen. Where that flag goes, Jake Kasker will follow, no
matter what fools carry the standard. If they don't think I'm too old to
go to France, I'll pack up and go to-morrow. That's Jake Kasker--with a
Dutch name but a Yankee heart. Some of you down there got Yankee
names an' hearts that make the Kaiser laugh. I wouldn't trade with you!
Now, hear this: I ain't rich; you know that; but I'll take two thousand
dollars' worth of Liberty Bonds."
Some one laughed, jeeringly. Another shouted:
"Make it three thousand, Jake!"
"I will," said Kasker; "and, if there ain't enough of you war-crazy,
yellow-hearted patriots in Dorfield to take what we got to take, then I'll
make it five thousand. But if I have to do that--an' I can't afford it, but

I'll do it!--it's me, Jake Kasker, that'll cry 'Shame!' and hiss like a goose
whenever you slackers pass my door."
There was more laughter, a few angry shouts, and a movement toward
the platform. The German signed the paper Mr. Jaswell placed before
him and withdrew. Soon there was a line extending from the banker's
table to the crowd below, and the signatures for bonds were slowly but
steadily secured.
Colonel Hathaway faced the German clothier, who stood a few paces
back, a cynical grin upon his features.
"Thank you, Kasker," said the old gentleman, in a cold voice. "You
have really helped us, although you should have omitted those
traitorous words. They poisoned a deed you might have been proud of."
"We don't agree, Colonel," replied Kasker, with a shrug. "When I talk,
I'm honest; I say what I think." He turned and walked away and
Colonel Hathaway looked after him with an expression of dislike.
"I wonder why he did it?" whispered Mary Louise, who had overheard
the exchange of words and marked Kasker's dogged opposition.
"He bought the bonds as a