Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/274

WAR JACOB KRATZ

But the stone has fallen on its face, and, though I lifted it up the other day, I could hardly make out the words. I asked a young man passing by if Jacob Kratz had lived in Excelsior.

"Never heard of him—and I've been right here all my life!" he answered.

"Who's paying for the uniforms and so on?" asks I of Kratz.

"I am," says he. "You think I'm too poor? Well, I am. But I've sold the paper to Gorman. If we lose, I shan't want it. I'll emigrate. If we win I'll start a new one three times as big! Yes, I will. I'll set the type and pull the press, and carry it around to the subscribers myself. And glad to do it. Yes, if we 258