Финансист

Chapter X

           Hesawoneworkingmanswinginghispail,andevidentlynotcontemplatinganysuchdenouementtohisday’swork,pause,listenasthesquadapproached,hesitateasitdrewclose,andasitpassed,withapeculiarlookofuncertaintyorwonderinhiseyes,fallinbehindandmarchsolemnlyawaytotheenlistingquarters.Whatwasitthathadcaughtthisman,Frankaskedhimself.Howwasheovercomesoeasily?Hehadnotintendedtogo.Hisfacewasstreakedwiththegreaseanddirtofhisworkhelookedlikeafoundrymanormachinist,saytwenty-fiveyearsofage.Frankwatchedthelittlesquaddisappearattheendofthestreetroundthecornerunderthetrees.

           Thiscurrentwar-spiritwasstrange.Thepeopleseemedtohimtowanttohearnothingbutthesoundofthedrumandfife,toseenothingbuttroops,ofwhichtherewerethousandsnowpassingthroughontheirwaytothefront,carryingcoldsteelintheshapeofgunsattheirshoulders,tohearofwarandtherumorsofwar.Itwasathrillingsentiment,nodoubt,greatbutunprofitable.Itmeantself-sacrifice,andhecouldnotseethat.Ifhewenthemightbeshot,andwhatwouldhisnobleemotionamounttothen?Hewouldrathermakemoney,regulatecurrentpolitical,socialandfinancialaffairs.Thepoorfoolwhofellinbehindtheenlistingsquadno,notfool,hewouldnotcallhimthatthepooroverwroughtworking-manwell,Heavenpityhim!Heavenpityallofthem!Theyreallydidnotknowwhattheyweredoing

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