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XIII. A Slice Of Humble Pie
"I am very much afraid, Mrs. Dr. dear," said Susan, who had been on a pilgrimage to the
station with some choice bones for Dog Monday, "that something terrible has happened.
Whiskers-on-the-moon came off the train from Charlottetown and he was looking
pleased. I do not remember that I ever saw him with a smile on in public before. Of
course he may have just been getting the better of somebody in a cattle deal but I have
an awful presentiment that the Huns have broken through somewhere."
Perhaps Susan was unjust in connecting Mr. Pryor's smile with the sinking of the
Lusitania, news of which circulated an hour later when the mail was distributed. But the
Glen boys turned out that night in a body and broke all his windows in a fine frenzy of
indignation over the Kaiser's doings.
"I do not say they did right and I do not say they did wrong," said Susan, when she
heard of it. "But I will say that I wouldn't have minded throwing a few stones myself. One
thing is certain-- Whiskers-on-the-moon said in the post office the day the news came,
in the presence of witnesses, that folks who could not stay home after they had been
warned deserved no better fate. Norman Douglas is fairly foaming at the mouth over it
all. 'If the devil doesn't get those men who sunk the Lusitania then there is no use in
there being a devil,' he was shouting in Carter's store last night. Norman Douglas
always has believed that anybody who opposed him was on the side of the devil, but a
man like that is bound to be right once in a while. Bruce Meredith is worrying over the
babies who were drowned. And it seems he prayed for something very special last
Friday night and didn't get it, and was feeling quite disgruntled over it. But when he
heard about the Lusitania he told his mother that he understood now why God didn't
answer his prayer--He was too busy attending to the souls of all the people who went
down on the Lusitania. That child's brain is a hundred years older than his body, Mrs.
Dr. dear. As for the Lusitania, it is an awful occurrence, whatever way you look at it. But
Woodrow Wilson is going to write a note about it, so why worry? A pretty president!" and
Susan banged her pots about wrathfully. President Wilson was rapidly becoming
anathema in Susan's kitchen.
Mary Vance dropped in one evening to tell the Ingleside folks that she had withdrawn all
opposition to Miller Douglas's enlisting.
"This Lusitania business was too much for me," said Mary brusquely. "When the Kaiser
takes to drowning innocent babies it's high time somebody told him where he gets off at.
This thing must be fought to a finish. It's been soaking into my mind slow but I'm on
now. So I up and told Miller he could go as far as I was concerned. Old Kitty Alec won't