"The editor of this paper has never concealed his opinion of war. He considers it a senseless and brutal method of trying to settle human differences. He considers the present war in Europe an unnecessary crime in which all the nations concerned are partners. This war has nothing to do with the United States, and the efforts to involve us, whether they come from within or without, are works of the devil. Nobody who reads the _Argus_ can doubt that this has been our opinion from the start. Thinking this, we could only look on munition making in this country as deliberate trading with the devil. Big Business never stops to consider humanity when there's money to be made. The _Argus_ has consistently fought the making and the selling of munitions. When a party arose which had this end, the _Argus_ welcomed it, supported it. The _Argus_ was a fool in doing this. Closer contact with the leaders of the party proved to the editor that a bunch of grafting Americans had persuaded a thick-headed German agent that if he'd give them money enough they'd swing this country away from England, via peace and brotherly love. This came out last week in Washington. We shook the dust of the town from our feet, as did every self-respecting farmer and laborer there, when we discovered it. The _Argus_ is for peace, but it is not interested in pulling German chestnuts out of the fire. For whatever assistance it has given heretofore in that operation it apologizes to its readers and it assures them it was ignorance and not pro-Germanism which was behind its activities." There was much discussion of the editorial over Sabinsport supper tables that evening. Dick was still in his study when the telephone rang: "Is it you, Dick?" an excited voice called. "Have you seen Ralph's editorial? Isn't it splendid? Isn't it just like him, the honestest thing in the world. Just can't be dishonest--oh, Dick, do you think I might call him up and tell him so? He despises me so. But to know he isn't pro-German makes me so happy." "Call him up, by all means, Patsy,"--for it was Patsy, though she hadn't announced herself. "He'll be mighty pleased, I know." And Patsy called, but Ralph was not to be found, and an hour later her courage waned. "Maybe Dick will tell him," and Dick did two or three days later, but Ralph only grumbled, "She evidently didn't think enough of it to tell me so herself."