ve dollars; then I will give you this bottle,
holding five grains for Monday, ten grains for Tuesday, fifteen grains
for Wednesday, twenty grains for Thursday, twenty-five grains for
Friday, and on Saturday you will be rejected." Ten minutes later the
necromancer had juggled twenty-five dollars out of the pocket of each
newly drafted boy and into his own right-hand pocket.

On Saturday these young men appeared before the draft board and the
Government physicians. All the boys were in a dreadful condition
nervously. Now the heart would drop to forty, and then at the slightest
exertion run up to two hundred and twenty. All were dizzy, nauseated,
yellow and green, feverish. But the Secret Service men knew every detail
of what had taken place, and all the facts were in the hands of the
draft board. A certain farmer's son, young Heinrich H----, was first
examined. The United States physician counted a pulse that varied from
forty to two hundred and twenty. The physician kept his face perfectly
straight. "Marvellous heart! Regular as a clock! Strong as the throbbing
of a locomotive. Seventy-two exactly! Absolutely normal. I congratulate
you, young men, upon your fine heart action. A man is as old as his
heart engine. A boy with a heart like yours ought to live to be a
hundred years old. All you need is a change of climate. France will do
the world for you. You may need a little heart stimulant, but I think
that nothing hastens the pulse beat like a few rifle balls and bomb
shells from Hindenburg." He sent every one of the twenty boys into the
service, but separated them, one going to Camp Ayer, in Massachusetts;
one to Camp Bliss, in El Paso, Texas, and the rest to camps in States
between. In one Middle West community a German father and son went so
far as to deaden pain through cocaine and then cut off the finger of the
right hand. It is generally understood that both the father and son are
now in two widely separated penitentiaries, reflecting each in his own
cell upon the folly of treason and the crime of becoming a traitor to
the kindest and best Government that has ever been organized upon our
earth.

4. "I'm Working Now for Uncle Sam"

The long transatlantic train came to a dead stop at the division station
in that great Southwestern State, where one was surrounded by
sage-brush, the sand, the distant foot-hills and the far-off mountain
range.

One of the Pullman cars showed signs of a hot box, and a moment later