Comrades

"Fools and fanatics!" Colonel Worth crumpled the morning paper with a gesture of rage and walked to the window. Elena followed softly and laid her hand on his arm. "What is it, Guardie? I thought you were supremely happy this morning over the news that Dewey has smashed the Spanish fleet?" "And so I am, little girl," was the gentle reply, "or was until my eye fell on this call of the Socialists for a meeting to-night to denounce the war-denounce the men who are dying for the flag. Read their summons." He opened the crumpled sheet and pointed to its head lines: