The Republican. [volume] (Maryville, Tenn.) 187?-187?, 1873-01-04
DAISY'S SERGEANT,
\ story by the Late Fred. w. LOrinS
L. Il


BY a special order from the war de-
partment, Capt. Burlington, brigadier-
general of volunteers, was transferred
from comparative peace and comfort, in
one of our island cities, to a remote
military station, west OF the Rocky
mountains. This military station was
named Camp Jenkins, after the com
mander of a surveying expedition who
established it. 1t had been established
because there were Indians in its vicini-
ty; the instant that it was established
the noble red men faded away like
morning mist, with the exception of
few who did washing for their oppres-
sors. 1t was lovely spot; it had cot
tOn-wOOd and willow tree standing by
the banks of a rivulet of clear and
sparkling spring water, and the parade
ground was magnificent lawn of vel
vety grass. Around this parade ground
stood the quarters of the garrison; at
the head, four cottages belonging to the
officers and the surgeon; while the bar
racks and the guard-room completed
three sides OF the rectangle, the fourth
being left open, and showing a wonder
full picture of purple mountains, barren
and verdureless for thousands of feet,
while the SUBMITS held pine forests, and
fields of dazzling snow that flashed on
the eyes even in the middle of arid July.
Outside OF Camp Jenkins, for miles
around, were deserts of sage-brush; in
side was natural landscape, that by
contrast seemed a bit of paradise. The
inhabitants of this paradise were, at the
opening of this story, in the Adamite
condition as far as the absence of wO-
man was concerned. Mrs. Gen. Bull
lingtOn had fatty refused to accompany
the general when she first heard the
news of his transference to the West;
afterward, finding that the general was
placidlv preparing to go without her,
she determined to follow. Imagine
then the scene as have described it at
Camp jenkins, while Gen. Burlington is
discovered on the piazza in front of his
cottage, Just walked from his afternoon
nap by the arrival of the daily mail In
his hand is an open letter, signed Ma
tilda Burlington, which informs him
that his wife Will arrive a week after her
letter.
"Crestlel'' cried the general to his
lieutenant, who was crossing the parade
ground; Look here, will you?''
Lieut.. Crestle, formerly lieutenant
colonel of volunteers, not only looked
there, as the general requested, but
came there and stood by the side of his
commanding officer. He was Il hand
some, sOldierly-lOOking fellow, dear to
Gen. Burlington because he was brave,
honorable, a graduate OF West Point,
and Philadelphian.
"Creste, said the general, my wife
is coming next next.
So is mine, " replied Crestle.
And the cottage is not in order; and
the carpets are not down" said the
general plaintively. " Here's the doc
tor.
q have good news, said DIR. Gill
bert; " Ny wife is coming next week "
- It's conspiracy said Gen. Bull
lington.
''What do they all come together for?
There viii be a row here in two. days. "
That is an ungallant remark, said
Dr. Gilbert
- l can't help it, >" said Gen. Bulling-
ton. . Matilda is the best woman in
the world: but when she es,-well,
gentlemen, how do pass my afternoons
now?"
You sleep, and you go trouting, -
said Col. Crestle.
well, after Matilda comes" said
Gen. Burlington, u shall go trouting
altogether
With these oracular words, Gen. Bull
lington ceased. Men were detailed to
paper and carpet the officers cottages;
and week after the general received
his wife's letter, that lady was deposit
ed at the doOrfrom the ambulance which
had been sent to the railroad station, Il
trifling distance of sixteen miles, for
her
At the same time Mrs. Crestle alight-
ed. The general knew who Mrs. Crestle
was, and greeted her cordially.
- Your husband viii be here III few
minutes" he said. q see you and my
wife have travelled together part of the
way, so that L suppose you are acquaint-
ed"
I'VE have not yet been introduced,
said Mrs. Burlington severely.
The general felt vaguely that there
was natural antagonism between Mrs