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"Got to kill some Germans, hey?... Why not come out to my harvest fields an' hog-stick a few of them German I.W.W.'s?" Dorn had no reply for that. "Wal, I'm dog-gone sorry," resumed Anderson. "I see it's a tough place for you, though I can't understand.
It was indeed a crisis dwarfing the other she had met. She sensed in him a remarkably strange attitude toward this war, compared with that of her brother or other boys she knew who had gone. "Because you are Kurt Dorn," she said, thoughtfully. "It's in the name, then.... But I think it a pretty name a good name. Have I not consented to accept it as mine for life?" He could not answer that.
Rivers, "I thought you said something some time ago, about dinner; if the ride in the mountain air has given the rest of these gentlemen such an appetite as it has me, we would like to see that dinner materialize before very long." On the way to the boarding house, Van Dorn managed to walk with Houston, and exclaimed in a low tone: "Good heavens, Everard, what does this mean?
Van Dorn and Lindlay had agreed before hand that they would keep entirely separate, and each pursue his own course of investigation independently of the other, Van Dorn of course not being able to take any measurements, as he was not supposed to be an expert, and compare notes later.
An' then he said he was goin' to motor through that wheat-belt an' talk to what Americans he could find, an' impress upon them that they could do as much as soldiers to win the war. Wheat bread that's our great gun in this war, Lenore!... I knew this, but I was made pretty blamed sober by that government man. I told him by all means to go to Palmer an' to have a talk with young Dorn.
It's a hell of a muddle!... I'd forgotten the war myself while chasin' off them I.W.W.'s.... But this war has got to be reckoned with!... Send Dorn to me!" Lenore found Dorn playing with Kathleen. These two had become as brother and sister. "Kurt, dad wants to see you," said Lenore seriously. Dorn looked startled, and the light of fun on his face changed to a sober concern. "You told him?"
Madam Schmidt forms her squad, shopmen and three maid-servants; and, at their head, rushes after. Dorn, Freytag's Clerk, was bidden lead us away. These final passages we touch only in the lump; Voltaire's own Narrative of these being so copious, flamingly impressive, and still known to everybody.
Houston and Van Dorn, however, did not seem quite so intimate of late. They were apparently as good friends as ever, but were not so frequently seen together.
"So far all I've done was to hire my hands for a year, give them high wages, an' caution them when strangers come round to feed them an' be civil an' send them on." "But we can't do that up here in the Bend," said Dorn, seriously. "We need, say, a hundred thousand men in harvest-time, and not ten thousand all the rest of the year." "Sure you can't.
Van Dorn paid no attention, for then the door was opened and Mrs. Morris's maid appeared, with cap awry and her white apron over a blue-checked gingham which was plainly in evidence at the sides. The ladies gave her their cards, and followed her into the best parlor, which was commonly designated in Banbridge as the reception-room. The best parlor was furnished with a sort of luxurious severity.
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