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I must talk to Jake Kasker." "Won't it be better to let the authorities deal with him?" suggested the girl. "They're certain to get him, in time, if he goes on this way. I believe I frightened him a bit this afternoon, but he's too dull to take warning. Anyhow, I shall relate the whole interview to Chief Farnum to-morrow morning." This she did, but the Chief gave her little satisfaction.
"I'll admit that such a person is mischievous and ought to be shut up, either by jailing him or putting a plaster over his mouth, but I can't believe Jake Kasker guilty of those circulars." "Why not?" in an aggrieved tone. "Well, in spite of his disloyal mutterings, his deeds are loyal.
This was the first time she had mentioned her suspicion of Kasker to him, and her statement was received by the colonel with moderate surprise, followed by a doubtful smile. "I know Jake," he remarked, "and while he is uneducated and his mind is unformed concerning most things outside the clothing business, I should hesitate to accuse him of downright disloyalty."
It's an elastic business; Kauffman's suspenders keep their wearers in suspense. Ha, ha; pretty good, eh?" "Do you ever sell any?" asked Josie curiously. "Do I? Do I, Jake? Ha, ha! But not so many now; the war has ruined the suspender business, like everything else. Kasker can tell you that, miss." "Kasker won't, though," asserted Jake in a surly tone. The girl, however, was now on another scent.
That was worth something to a man like Kasker." When Mary Louise entered the library the next morning she found her grandfather seated at the table, his head resting on his extended arms in an attitude of great depression. The young girl was startled. "What is it, Gran'pa Jim?" she asked, going to his side and laying a hand lovingly on his shoulder.
"Well, I've quit kickin' till we're out of the woods. I'm an American, Abe, and the American flag is flying in France. If our boys can't hold it in the face of the enemy, Jake Kasker will go do it himself!" Kauffman stood up, casting a glance of scorn on his customer. "You talk like a fool, Jake; you talk like you was talking for the papers not honest, but as if someone had scared you."
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!"
Hal Grober, the butcher, insists on selling meat on meatless days and won't defer to the wishes of Mr. Hoover, whom he condemns as a born American but a naturalized Englishmen. He's another Jake Kasker, too noisy to be guilty of clever plotting." "They're both un-American!" exclaimed Mary Louise. "There ought to be a law to silence such people, Josie."
Once I had more sense than you have, but now I got a better way of thinking. It ain't for me to say whether the war's right or not; my country's honor is at stake, so I'll back my country to the last ditch." Kauffman turned away. "I guess you don't need any suspenders," he said, and walked out of the store. Kasker gave a sigh of relief and sat down again.
The autocrats of war do not say 'Please! to us; they say 'Hold up your hands! and so what is there to do but hold up our hands?" Josie was delighted; she was exultant; Jake Kasker was falling into her trap very swiftly. "But the little ones," he continued, suddenly checking himself in his tirade, "must not be made to suffer like the grown-up folks. They, at least, are innocent of it all.
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