THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, DECEMBER 23, 1900.
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SynopslN of Preceding Chapters.'
Norman Holt, favorite son of an old Ken
tucky family. Is reprimanded at West Point
Tor duelling, and Is withdrawn by his hlgh
splrlted father. His homecoming. In the Win
ter of 1600. Is celebrated by an old-fashioned
Kentucky Christmas gathering. Among the
guests are Daisy Lane, daughter of Dr. Holt's
lawyer, and J. Burnett Malloy. both of Cincin
nati. The latter brings letters of Introduction
from Lane's partner, Mr. Mclntyre. and Is
courteously received, but arouses the Jealousy
of Norman Holt by his attentions to Daisy
Lane. Malloy separates Miss Lane from the
main part during a fox hunt, and at the J
Christmas hall the same evening affects an
air of proprietorship distasteful to Daisy and
obnoxious to bis jlval. Holt. But all 111
feeling Is forgotten, when, at midnight, all
surround Dr. Holt to drink the Christmas
punch, which ceremony is Interrupted by a
midnight messenger, who announces the dan
gerous Illnesc of Judge Mclntyre. Investiga
tion reveals his financial affairs In a hopeless
tangle, and that the Holt fortune is dissi
pated. Henry and Norman Holt enter Lane's
law office, in Cincinnati. Norman Holt enlists
as a private in an Ohio Infantry Regiment.
Malloy. through political influence, is made
Lieutenant in the fame company, and Henry
Holt Joins the Confederate forces. Norman is
ordered to conduct a skirmishing .party, under
Captain Wing.- to Bellevlew. In search of
1 romlnent' rebels. The raid falls of Its object.
Wing Is captured, and Holt Is accused of
treachery. Brain fever saves him from trial,
and he is taken to the huspltal.
(Copj right, 1000, by G. W. Dillingham Co.)
CHAPTER X.
The week that followed brought a man
ifest change foi the betttr In the condi
tions surrounding the prisoner patient In
the .Louisville general hospital. Up to the
day he first saw the face of Daisy Lane
within these whitewashed walls Holt had
littlo care what happened to him. Weak.
helpless, hopeless, betrayed by fate and
abandoned, as- he thought, by God and
man, he haa fallen Into such a state of
apathy as at one time to give the medi
cal oflicers abundant reason to regard his
recovery as more than doubtrul. "Whether
they though it hc easiest and most nat
ural solution of an ugly question, whether
In the midst of manifold cares and cases
they thougth of It at all. cannot be de
cided. He was left entirely to himself to
brood at will. It was his superb strength
and constitution that tided him over the
worst days. It was the strong love in his
young heart that, thrilling through his
whole being at Mght of the fair girl who,
debpite obstacles and ill report, had ever
been gentle even sympathetic in her
manner to him. that now aroused his will
and wits and the spirit of fight that was
only latent, and so determined him to ac
tion. It was his conduct, in keeping other
patients within bounds, instead of seiz
ing upon opportunity to escape, that at
tracted the attention of the officers on
duty at the hospital and commanded the
almost reluctant gratitude of Mrs. Lane.
In the first Impulse of womanly pity at
sight of his thin, white face, and while
still full of eagerness to thank the sol
dier who had saved her boy, she had let
fall the words that later she would glad
have stifled, and had exhibited a degree
of compassion irrepressible at the mo
ment, but injudicious in view of her
plans for Daisy's future. Moreover, she
saw that the evidence of Norman's suf
fering had a telling effect upon her child.
He saw unerringly the great wave of
pity, of pain, bewilderment, even indig
nation that welled up from Daisy's In
nermost heart, and realized that all In
one moment there was overthrown the
work of patient months of undoing at
Norman's expense, and of worldly
promptings In behalf of the absent Mal
loy. They had talked it all over, her hus
band and herself, before the newly-made
Major left for staff duty in front of
Washington. They knew and acknowl
edged Daisy's predelicltlon for Norman
Holt, and even mourned that they had
felt compelled to cold shoulder him out
of their fireside circle, but, as has been
pointed out, Line worshiped wealth and
influence and social station. Lane had
made up his mind that no matter which
side Norman might espouse the war
would ruin him. Lane knew by mid
Summer just to the last penny the ex
tent of poor Mclntyre's inroads upon the
little fortune left in his hands for the
benefit of his sister's sons. Lane knew
that barely $10,000 remained to be di
vided between the two. and later, as
the war wore on, was fully Informed of
tho breich between the hot-headed
father and his second son. Even though
reconciliation were later to come, what
would Ik left of the doctor's estate by
the close of the war? Like Virginia in
the East, Kentucky promised to be a
grappling ground In the West. Who could
preserve Asholt from the ravages of bat
tle? What would Belleview's Innumerable
uncles, aunties and pickaninnies bo
worth from a financial point of view by
the time the war was ended and the
South subdued? No. The Holts had been
for j ears his most valued friends, his
partner's closest kindred, but that benefi
cent partner was dead and buried now.
The fortunes of the Holts must soon fol
low suit, so what sense was there in
sentiment' A roan must look out for his
own. Here was Senator Malloy. whom
ho had long looked upon with disfavor
and dislike, had indeed so treated him.
now coming forward In his 'bluff, hearty
way, "men of the world, you know,"
a3 ho -said, perfectly willing to let by
gones be by-gones, to forgive and forget
his slisnts and snubs. Aye, even to ex
v JtoKY y e OVz 'War
Gwimrf CHARLES KING--
ert Ills powerful political influence to
faher his Interests and asking nothing
more, apparently, than that Line should
favor the suit of his son. It would have
been flying In the face of providence to
deny him, said Lane. And yet when he
took his little girl in his arms to kiss
her good-bye as he hurried away to
Washington, as he noted how wistful was
the appeal in her humid eyes, how pite
ous the quiver about her pretty mouth,
he knew she was thinking of Norman and
mutely pleading for justice for him. She
wouldn't believe Malloy's aspersions. The
men would never have elected him their
First Lieutenant if those stories had been
true. The very card Mi Hoy had played
turned the trick against him. The news
that Norman had gone as a private sol
dier cheated out of his commission, had
roused her to such a pitch of wrath and
woe tint for the first time In her life
the- child had stormed against her par
ents, had declared them cruel, heartless,
wicked and. bursting Into a passion of
tears, had fled to her room, binglng and
locking the door behind her. leaving them
gazing Into each other's white faces,
stunned and aghast.
"We must leave It to time," the Major
had said, after their long, drciry con
ference. "It Is probably the end of poor
Norman, anyhow, and the rest will come
later."
The story of the luckless raid on Belle
view was not told In full in the press
of the day. Like every fiasco big or lit
tle, the first year of the war. "The at
fair was only a reconnolssanco." But
Mrs. Lane got all the partrculirs through
the Riys at Lexington, who oddly enough
seemed to hear not infrequently from
Major Henry Clay Holt of the Confed
nrais ctafr or fTnriiR. Throuch them she
heard how successfully the work of pro-
selytlng had been going on. now vene
mently the old doctor had been working,
and how hospitably he had entertained
the officers detailed for the duty by Sid
ney Johnston and Buckner. how the latter
had sent two squadrons of cavalry to
cover Bellevlew pending these operations,
another to serve as escort for the oflicers
in the lower counties and still certain
other riders, not in Confederate gny. to
keep vigilant watch along the front. And
so when Wing's squadron made Its essay,
based on secret and reliable information
of the presence of tho jK-'ty at Belle
view, tha srJird was on the look'out for
him. and never did Bellevlew tender a
t armer reception. What nearly broke
the old doctor's heart, however, was to
find that his own boy, his own little
Benjamin, had led the column that came
to capture him. "Thit," said Kate Ray,
"is something none of us who know Nor
man can in the least understand. It
sounds Incredible. Major Holt seems to
feel it ps deeply as does his father."
But what Kate Ray did not know and
Mrs. Lane did not learn until later in a
letter from Milloy, was that Norman
Holt, so far from serving as a guide for
the purpose Indicated, had played a double
game, had treacherously brought about
the disaster to the Union arms and was
now a prisoner awaiting trial by court
martial, a prisoner whose sentence might
deservedly be death.
And this was news over which Lane
himself began to weaken. This was car
rying the mater too far. He had meant
to remove Norman, as a possible suitor,
not to slay him as a felon. He read with
amazement the story sent by his wife,
and in sore perturbation tried to study It
out and consider the pros and cons. He
could conceive of Norman doing one of
two things in this matter, but could not
believe him guilty of playing a double
pirt He wrote for confirmation of Mal
loy's possibly biased statement and got
it. The report was true: the charge might
not be. Then came the tidings of his
own boy's prostration, and then Norman
was for the time forgotten.
Meanwhile what could Mrs. Lane do
but ask that Norman should be trans
ferred to the wird where Theodore was
lying, a much smaller one, where he
might receive at her hands some of the
care and dainties lavished on her son. A
surgeon had come and conversed with
the accused patient, and noted symptoms
Qf excitement that led to examination.
The causa not being apparent in Norman's,
personal condition, the doctor sought fur
ther and found It in the fair girl seat
ed by her brother's beside across the hall.
Then an officer from the staff of the com
manding General dropped in an officer
who had been on duty at West Point
when Norman was Cadet Sergeant of
Company D. The recognition was in
stant on part of the young soldier, but
he gave no sign. The visitor was shocked
and pained to see how the lad must have
suffered. Norman's connection with the
raid to Bellevlew was of course known
to him the name was a household word
in the Army, and the story by this time
hid gone from mouth to mouth Kentuck
ians being sadly and fearfully divided
about It, And now Captain Enyart had
been sent to see if Norman had noth
ing to say for himself. The report ot
his conduct when he could have escaped
had found its way to headquarters and
staggered those who believed In his guilt.
And so there came a day not soon to
be forgotten, and a scene long remem
bered in the geenral hospital, a scene that
when described to Mr. Burnett Malloy
less than a week later sent him nearlj
wild with apprehension and jealous mis
ery. And well it might. Matters wero
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lively at the front, and he couldn't get
away. The Army of the Ohio was con
centrating at Nashville. It was his own
Captain who was the narrator, and little
doubt was there that "the ould man" en
Joyed the privilege and made the most ot
it. Gaffney had learned to love and lean
on Norman. He felt that the lad had
been undermined by this smooth, well
groomed, well-provided fellow, whom h
both hated and feared hated for his su
perior airs and education, but feared for
his undoubted influence and power. Op
pose him openly or Incur his enmity he
dare not. Captain Gaffney had not lived
long In Irish-American political life with
out learning from bitter experience tho
depth of Its intrigue. . But in common
with almost every officer of the regiment,
he knew by this time Malloy's aspirations
regarding Daisy Lane, thought he knew
that Norman Holt had been a dangerout
rival, and took all an Irishman's delight
in twitting an anxious swain.
A long letter had come to him from
Louisville, semi-official in character,
written by Captain Enyart himself, an
officer of the department commander's
staff, written to him as Captain of Nor
man Holt's company, that he might have
the latest and fullest and most authentic
account of that young and sorely tried
soldier's fortunes It was in answer to
one the faithful old Celt had sent, because
he could no longer bear the slurs and in
nuendoes so frequently uttered at Noi
man's expense by Malloy, and Enyart haa
written from the fullness of his heart and
subject. The first pages the Captain kept
to himself. The last, with frequent Inter
jections of Hibernian comment, he read
aloud to his senior Lieutenant:
"Headquarters Army of the Ohio. Office
of the Assistant Inspector-General. Jan
uary SO, 18G2. My Dear Captain Gaffney:
I have received your anxious letter and
am glad to be able to answer at once.
The few lines of Inquiry sent you on the
20th. when we were still full of General
Thomas' brilliant victory in front of Mill
Springs, should have gone more Into de
tail, but this cannot be said of your cap
ital answer. You have covered the whole
subject- and your testimony to the faith
ful and excellent service rendered by
young Holt will be of the utmost value
should the case ever be brought to trial,
which now seems doubtful.
To begin with, it must be remembered
that all the outcry against him was made
by a lot of badly beaten troopers who
felt they had to account in some way for
the failure of the expedition. Then he
himself broke down, had no one to speak
for him. was too ill to speak at all. Then
followed the weeks in hospital, and final
ly, as the charges were formulated and
laid before our level-headed General you
may not appreciate him now, my friend,
but with all his apparent coldness and
severity, the results will show he was th
man of all others to make soldiers of this
army he sent for Lieutenant Fanning
and others, and asked how they knew
Kolt had communicated with the enemy
vldettcs. how they knew he had purpose
ly delayed the march, and whether they
knew any better road to Bellevlew than
the one he took, except the pike through
Asholt. which, of course, would have run
them slap Into a hornet's nest. He found
they didn't know anything, and .that
the only officers and men likely to know
anything were Captain Wing, First Sci
geant Hunter and Trooper Fuller, all
wounded or prisoners In the hands of the
enemy. That spoiled the case for the.
prosecution for awhile, anyhow. Then
who should turn up but Fuller, found
among the wounded at Bowling Green,
and sent back to the general hospital at
Louisville. Meantime Holt had had op
portunity to escape from hospital, and
not only wouldn't take advantage of It,
as he probably would If conscious of
guilt, but he kept others in check, and
this, too, came to the General's ears, ana
he ordered me to go Into the case. I had
known the young man when he was a
cadet at the Point, and he was square os
a man could be a Kentucky gentleman.
"HE NEVER SAW NOR HEARD ME TJIVTTL SnE AROSE TO BID ME WELCO ME."
in fact, and I could not but sympathize
with him in his extremely painful and
trying situation forced upon him by the
war. He was still so deeply grieved that
he could not bear to speak of the matter
at first, but denying the accusations In
toto. he said that Captain Wing would
burely exonerate him, and asked me to
hee the wounded men In the other ward.
And there, as luck would have It, lay
Fuller, he who rode forward with him to
the edge of the town and was close by
him until after they entered Bellevlew
gates. Fuller said Holt never had a
chance to speak to the enemy, that Wing
kept him close to his side, and that Cap
tain Wing himself had ordered the detour
around Asholt after finding the village
occupied by the enemy. The other man
knew nothing.
So there's the case in a nutshell. So
far from being blamed by Mr. Fanning
for leading them into the scrape he should
be praised for getting them out of it.
Had it not been for his presence and
knowledge of the road the whole squaa
ron would probably have been gobbled.
You should have, seen the picture yes
terday afternoon when I went by the
General's order to remove the guard and
tell htm the case was quashed, unless
future developments should cause it to be
reopened. There in a sunshiny little room
lay one of your boys, young Lane, build
Ins up from his fever. There by the bed
side sat his mother you know the family,
of course. There In. an easy chair, read
ing aloud, sat as pretty a girl as man
could hope to see, and there, reclining in
another easy chair, was our convalescent,
so engrossed In the fair reader that he
never saw or heard me until she arose to
bid me welcome. I made short work of
my errand. "The General ordera your
release. Holt," said I. "and you are to
have furlough to help the ladles take
Lane home tomorrow. Furlough till
y6u're both ready to take the field." And
while the mother fell to kissing her boy.
will you believe it ("Listen to this now,
Malloy," Interpolated Gaffney) doesn't
Miss Daisy almost shake my hand off, and
then sobbing. "Oh. I knew It I I knew It!"
turned to that lucky, lanky. lackadaisi
cal ("Lack a Daisy, is It? That'll be you,
Malloy, I'm thinking") long-legged son
of Kentucky, and as much as to say, why
don't you? O, what fools these mortals
be! I'd have had her In my arms that
instant, but he hung back, flushing,
troubled, nervously plucking at the sleeve
of his blouse, and finally he blurts out:
"But I demand court-martial. I must be
tried ind honorably acquitted." As If
Don Carlos Buell's verdict wasn't good j
enough for any mm! So there It stands.
and there she stood when he should have
welcomed release ana the lady both
with open arms.
Will write again next week. Tours with
regards, G. B. ENYART,
Captain th U. S. Infantry. A. I. G.
P. S. Sorry you missed Mill Spring.
Better luck next time.
Slowly the veteran refolded the letter,
his twinkling eyes never quitting their
mischievous scrutiny of his victim's avert
ed face. Malloy. seated In a camp chair,
his booted feet to the fire, his delicate
white hand nervously twisting his dark
mustache, his glowing eyes snapping and
shifting, waited until the last word was
read. Then deliberately he rose, stretched
his arms to their full extent, yawned with
ostentatious show of indifference, glanced
upward at the sullen skies and wearily
queried:
"Er who did you say was the author
of this 10-page epistle Captain Enyart?
Yes; facile pen, fervid Imagination! Step
over to my tent. Captain, and we'll, or
rather you'll, find the case refilled. Make
yourself at home. I'm on guard, you
know." And hitching up his handsome
sword, the Lieutenant sauntered off to
ward the sentry line.
"Dash dash him!" swore Gaffney. deep
In his throat. "I'll take the starch out
av him yet, if only wanst we can get
unaner lire. An' when Holt comes back
we'll see who's the better man. or I'm
not Captain of the Emmet guard."
Soon enough, too soon perhaps for his
health. Holt rejoined the old company,
to find that at a time when every officer
was presumably needed with his com
mand and every application for leave of
absence was forwarded disapproved. Lieu
tenant Malloy, th Ohio, had been grant
ed 30 days under orders the stern old
soldier and disciplinarian at the head of
the Army of the Ohio could not disre
gard. There was no chance to tell whjch
was the "better man" even on the second
day of Shlloh, when old Gaffney went
down with a bullet through tho leg, for
the First Lieutenant failed to reach the
field until days after the fight was done,
mid then his first act was to tear up the
list of recommendations for Sergeant's
warrants to fill the few vacancies exist
ing. The new list made no mention what
soever of Private Holt.
CHAPTER XI.
What had become of Captain Enyart's
benevolent plan of sending Holt home
with Lane? Early In February, while the
Army of th Tennessee was closing in
around Donelson, and their comrades of
the Ohio ncte concentrating at Nashville,
the doctors pronounced that mother-coddled
young scapegrace quite able to
travel, and some were so flinty-hearted
as to say he intent as well travel tn th
j front. Norman, on the contrary, was ap-
tiuiEttii,y ucuiiib iiunsciL into anotner
fever. Far from taking comfort In the
dainties tendered him by Mr3. Lane (who
from the very day of the dramatic an
nouncement of his release from the charge
of the guard had mounted another in tne
shape of herself, to see that never again
had he and Daisy a chance for a word),
the lad was nervously eager to see the
General commanding, to secure a fair,
full trial by general court-martial, and the
triumphant vindication he considered ab
solutely necessary to his soldier honor.
Pale, weak and languid, he had man
aged twice to go to headquarters, but
Captain Enyart had been sent to the
front on some Important mission. There
was no one among the busy oflicers com
ing and going- whose face was familiar to
the tall young soldier In his loose, ill
flttlng uniform. Only once he had speech
with an overworked aide-de-camp, who
took down his name, company and regl-
ment, told him it wa3 Impossible to see
the General, and that, even If he did.
It would do no good. A soldier could not
demand trial. A trial could not be held
without wlthcsses. The witnesses were
still prisoners in the hands of the enemy,
the Lord only knew where, and the best
Norman could do was to take the fur
lough granted him, get a rest, a little
strength and then rejoin the regiment.
The aide was not unkind. He was simply
bluff, straightforward and brief. He had
to be. Then Holt asked when he could
hope to see Captain Enyart. "Back day
j after tomorrow. Show in the next man.
' orderly. Now, what do you want?" And
Norman wearily went his way. There
was time for little sentiment In those
days. He walked slowly back to the big
hospital and painfully climbed the stairs.
He had seen but little of that beloved
i face of late. "Daisy Is visiting friends,"
explained Mrs. Lane. "The air of the
hospital is bad for her and now that Theo
and you are doing so well it is best she
should take care of herself." If he only
knew where those friends were It would
be easy to seek their home. It would
be joy to see her face again. He had
even sought to ascertain, but saw plainly
that Mrs. Lane fathomed his motive and
meant not to telL His heart was heavy
llliiipSwlJl I fin
as his feet as he climbed the stairs to
the second floor, and, entering the room
her presence had made sweet and sacred,
despite the sorrow In his heart, looked
blankly about him. There was his cot,
there stood his few belongings, but every
thing of Theo's was gone.
"The lady left good-bye for you and
was so sorry you' wero away," said a
steward. "She will write after they get
home, and she left all these for you."
"Thesa" were two or three bottles of
wlno and some jellies and tonics and
whatnots from which In speechless, help
less sorrow Norman turned away. Un
erringly he saw through it all. Mrs. Lano
never meant or wished that he should
go home with her. They could take care
of Theo without his aid. That night -he
asked tho chief surgeon how, soon he
could go to the front and the surgeon
answerea by ordering him back to bed.
But now heie he was once more with
his old company, but everything seemed
changed. Gaffney wounded and gone.
Sloan, his friend and First Sergeant, sent
back invalided to Savannah. A man tho
Emmets hardly knew at all made First
Sergeant In his place, and the man Nor
man Holt knew to bo his unscrupulous
enemy commanding tho company. "Be
on your guard, me boy," whispered Gaff
ney to him. as on his way to the front
the young soldier had bent over his
wounded Captain's cot. "That young
mnn'li thrlck you If he can. I'll be back
wid the byes In a month. Till then mind
yer eye."
But a month is a Ions time In face ot
the enemy. No man can say what a dny
may bring forth. The regiment slowly
marched on toward Corinth with the com
bined armies reorganized, under Hnlleck.
and presently found Itself doing picket
duty on an exposed flank. Its dog tents
pitched in irregular fashion along a bare
hillside: thick woods "surrounding them:
tortuous country roads twisting, snake
like, through the timber: a little covering
force of cavalry oft southeastward to
ward luka: the comrade regiments of tin
brigade bunched In the woods to their
right, and here. In monotony unspeaka
ble, the men -from the Queen City were
called upon to kill time their only recre
ation cards, their only diversion occa
sional scout, patrol or long-range skir
mish with parties of grav-jacketed caval
rv that kept up a peroetual stir along the
front: the only knowledge of what might
be going on at home the occasional com
ing of a mail with letters and papers:
their onlv participation in tho move on
Corinth the hours of listening to the dull,
distant booming of the sruns. Drills, save
bv squad or company in the manual. In
which the Army of the Ohio was long
since letter perfect, were Impossible. Life
unrr such circumstances becomes stag
nation. It was tedium to those who had
letters and papers from homp: It was tor
ment to him who for two mortal weeks,
had nothing.
A spell semed thrown over Norman
Holt's sad life In the early dnvs that fol
loTea PhlloK The hattle itself was wel!
ntcht done by the time the-- reached the
Tennessee and wern thrown In on the left
flank Just at the Inst despalrins: charge
of thq men in srrav. It was nil over In a
few vollevs. The coming of Buell's splen
did divisions, drilled, disciplined and
"seasoned." had crushed the hopes of the
Confederate leaders, already shattered by
the rally of the blue brigades late the
previous day, and by the death of their
heroic commander, Sidney Johnston.
What there was of the flprht for the Ohio
lads they took with nlacld ease, the Em
mets alone of the whole regiment show
ing a disposition to break the line and
pitch In for a "Donnybrook" after their
gallant captain fell. The stern school
ing they had had in Kentucky, and on
the march through. Tennessee had brought
them to the front "fit as fiddles." But
now came the reaction. With nothing
to do but gamble and guard duty the
best of men go stale, and the Emmets
were not the best. For their new com
manding officer they had no respect, H&
had lost the elements of his popularity.
The First Sergeant whom he had appoint
ed was obnoxious to the company for
that if no other reason, and "the byes"
proceeded to make life a burden to him.
In the furtherance of his determination
to bo useful, to. get ahead, to accomplish
something, Norman had offered his aid
In making out the company papers, but
with odd constraint of manner the now
First Sergeant replied that he had all the
help he needed. Yet, when one day the
Adjutant himself came over to Mr. Mal
loy's tent and swore roundly because the
morning report was again all wrong, It
was Holt who straightened it out at the
Sergeant's request, "I I'd be glad if you
would give- me a lift," the latter had said,
"only I don't want the Lieutenant to
know." In a dozen ways Norman was
made to feel that with jealous vigilance
Malloy was keeping him In the back
ground, standing between him and every
possibility of preferment. Yet on all
occasions Holt showed every outward sem
blance of soldierly respect, scrupulously
saluting or standing attention In the
presence of the Lieutenant, a thing few
others of the men now ever thought of
doing. The Emmets got to straggling all
over the country In search of illicit stills
or sutler shops. They were perpetually
being arrested by patrols. The division
and brigade commanders rasped the Colo
nel, and the Colonel rasped Malloy. "I
can't help it," Bald the last-named officer.
"The men are taking It out of me for
making Trott First Sergeant Instead of
one of their Micks. Besides I'm handi
capped as no other company Is."
"How so?" demanded the Colonel.
"You know well enough, sir," was the
answer. "The man they elected First
Lieutenant is one of their own set. I
dare say he's at the bottom of half their
ilevilment, if indeed he Isn't worse. He's
making maps and writing most of the
time. D'you suppose that's for his own
information?"
The Colonel looked up, startled. He
studied the young officer's face awhile, as
though still half in doubt. "My knuckles
ache yet." said he, "from the rap they
got on Holt's account as to that Belle-
view business. You must be sure of your
ground before accusing him again."
"That's why I donf interfere with him.
If he thought he was closely watched
It would put him on his guard. But now
that Buell befriends him. it Is making him
Independent, not to say insubordinate.
Presently he'll grow less cautious. Give
him rope enough, sir, and he'll hang him
self." And the story that Holt was making
maps and writing had foundation. His
sore heart turned In repulsion from the
low associates of the camp, with its In
cessant gaming and frequent drink. He
welcomed every chance to go on scout or
patrol. He welcomed guard and picket
duty, held himself constantly ready for
service, and in the course of 10 days had
learned more about the roads, streams
and bridges and abandoned farms within
five miles of the camp than any officer in
his regiment. He made rough field notes,
plotted maps, kept a diary and would
have written letter after letter had ho had
any one to write to, or, saving that, any
safe place in which to store his pages.
There Is no security In the soldier knap
sack, and that was all allowed him. He
had written twice to Theodore, who had
never rejoined the company, but was re
ported as on detached service in the office
of tho assistant Adjutant-General, head
quarters department of the Ohio. Influ
ence had got the lad a "soft billet," while
his comrades were afield. No answer
came. He had written to Kate Ray, a
long letter, telling her his own story of
the night scout to Bellevlew, and begging
her for news of those he loved North
as well as South but as yet no answer
came. Not once had Mrs. Lane written,
despite her promise. For over three
months ho had been without tidings of
his father and brother, when one soft,
moist, yet sunshiny May morning there
came news in an unlooked-for way.
It was barely S o'clock. The dull, dis
tant boom of the guns told that Halleck
was hammering away about Corinth. The
air was drowsy and still, and camp wore
Its usual frowsy, listless look. True to
old teachings and natural instinct. Holt
insisted on keeping his part, at least, of
the little tent in order, and decency. His
mates were Corporal Connelly, a rollick
ing Irishman, and a quiet, homesick lad
by the name of Brennan, both his stanch
and devoted friends, both, mainly through
his influence, fighting shy of the rough
element of which the company was so
largely composed, both on the good books
of Captain Gaffney, and slated by him for
advancement; both, therefore, no favor
ites of Malloy's. The three were busy
cleaning their Springflelds, for a heavy
rain had wet them when on patrol the
night before, when they were suddenly
aware of some commotion in camp. Three
officers, mounted, followed by orderlies
and a little escort, came trotting briskly
through the heavy red soil of the country
road that skirted the field. The Colonel s
orderly was double-quicking to keep up
with the foremost. They wanted Lleu
tetnant Malloy, who wasn't at his tent.
"Never mind," said the leader, impetu
ously. "Where's the First Sorgeant?"
And in answer to the question given in a
high-pitched tenor voice, Company "C"
to a man dropped whatever it was at,
cards principally, and poked its frowsy
heads out into the sunshine.
There sat in saddle, his horse, impa
tient as the rider, swltlchlng nervously
about, a slender, deep-chested, little man,
with snapping black eyes, close-cropped
black hair and beard, a prominent nose
and a queer combination of costume. He
wore a slantpeaked forage cap, pulled
down over his forehead, a snug-fitting,
single-breasted unifoim frock, every but
ton In its hole, tho usual red sash, black
belt and saber, with dark blue riding
trousers tucked Into high boots, but on
his shoulders gleamed brand-new silver
spread eagles, on yellow straps the deco
ration of a Colonel of cavalry., Evidently
he had Just stepped from the grade Qf
Captain at the utmost to that of Colonel,
and there had not yet been time to get
the double-breasted coat. Every man in
the Emmets spotted him for a "regular"
at the instant- Some even went further
and declared him "thrue blue," which
meant green as the sod they swore by.
(To be continued.)
NO GROUND FOR ARGUMENT
IX1 "Wife Didn't Want Him to Bet
on a Certainty.
"Woman," remarked Mr. Goosellng, of
Georgetown, "is heaven's best gift to
man, but whether it means a married
woman or not I am not so certain.
"Now, there's my wife; I've known a
good many women In my time, and 1
don't think I'd bo willing to change her
for any woman I ever met, saw or heard
of. We've been married 20 years, and in
all that time we've never had a cross
word that we didn't get disposed of some,
how before we had any more. It's the
only way to get along with a woman. I'd
rather yield a dozen times a day than
to eat tho kind of meal my wife can
have brought on the table when she's a
mind to. I'm willing to make as many
concessions as the next man, but I really
think there Is a limit that any reasonable
woman ought to observe. Not that my
wife h not as reasonable as any other
married woman mind you, for she is.
But there aro times when she makes me
doubt the strict accuracy of the time-honored
maxim I havo quoted.
"Now, for instance, the other day I was
doing something or other around the
house, like a man has a right to do on his
own premises, and, just as men some
times do. I put my finger where I had
Who Vjis not known the woman whose
disposition ia described by that one word
"sunny?" There's always a laugh lurk
ing on her lips. Her cheeks are ever
ready to dimple in smiles. Her house
hold influence is as brightening and
stimulating as the sunshine. Nothing
can be cruder than to have this sunshine
blotted out by disease. But this is a
common cruelty. The young wife who
was the sunshine of the home becomes
its shadow. Every young wife should
know the value of Dr. Pierce's Favorite
Prescription in the protection and pres
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ble body and mind, and cures inflamma
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It nourishes the nervous system and
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"I can aay that vour medicine cured me,"
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bottles of your 'Favorite Prescription 'made me
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I took about twelve bottle in all of Dr. Pierce's
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Dr. Pierce's Pellets cure constipation.
SUNNY W?ME8$.
no business to put It, and hit It a llclc
with the hammer.
"Well said I to myself, though my
wifo was sewing by the window on tha
otfier side of the "room. 'I'll bet I'm tha
biggest darn fool In 10 states.'
"All of whfch I had a perfect right to
say, but my wife looks up from nee
work, and says she:
" 'William, says she, 'don't you know
enough about the ethics of gambling: to
know that you have no right to bet on a
certainty?
"That's what she said, and under tho
circumstances what on earth could I say
hut nothing, and that's what I said. But
I hit that nail a Uck with the hammer
that drove it clear In over its head and
broke a pane of glass that cost a dollar
to replace." Washington Star.
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