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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

"Tell us about the war! Oh I just
love the war!" cried Malcolm. "When I'm a man I'm going to have a big
shiny sword, and ride, and fight, and make the enemy fly! You ought to
seen Gretchen and Lucette fight! They ain't either one got much hair
left."
The tutor could not help laughing; but he made room for a boy on either
side of him, and began on the war. It was a big subject, there were phases
of it that shocked and repulsed him; but it was his task to undo the wrong
work of ten years, he was forced to use the instrument that would
accomplish that end. With so much material he could tell of things
unavoidable, that men of strength and courage were doing, not forgetting
the boys and the _women_. William stretched at his feet and occasionally
made a suggestion, or asked a question, while James and Malcolm were
interested in something at last. When it was time to return, neither
wanted to go.
"Your father's orders were to come for him at half-past eleven," reminded
Mr. Tower. "I work for him, so I must obey!"
"Nobody pays any attention to father," cried James.


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