The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1885-09-24

four when we're not falling back some
where or other, an here we are. I'm
fallin' back on sIumber. an be hanged
to You"
:A-ahr' cried the disturber. with a
wild yell. who's threadin' on me?''
THAT you, Leary?" said a third
voice the darkness was Egyptian.
Here's Cameron will tell you,
Hogan" said the disturber. ''Aren' t
we faliin' back on Shumla, Cameron"
Were falling back for somewhere. "
answered Cameron. striking Il lucifer-
match and setting it to candle. Turn
out, Hogan. I've Just left Asif Bey,
and he allows five minutes to get the
tent down. He won't keep the ARABIA
one second later"
ats raining lions an tigers said
the awakened. dolefully. ''Ye can hear
it on the tent"
where's the horses, Cameron"
asked the other.
"All three saddled and waiting"
DID We cover the saddles from the
rain?" demanded DIR. Hogan. There 5
nothing nastier than ridin' in 4 wet
saddle"
"Yes. Move around there. Got
everything? Come along. These
fellows know what to do. They'll have
the tent down in jitfy. Chabook,
Mustafa!"
81 don't know what we'd do without
you, Cameron, said Leary YOU'RE
father to US, begora Y arer'
They're shelling us, the dirty ruff
fiansr' cried Hogan, disgustedly. mo
comfort No peace o mind. No
quiet dom mind it in the dee-toime.
Fightin' comes natural then; but | can
get all want without gettin' up in the
middle O. the noight for it. -
They found their horses near at hand.
and mounted. The road was mere
slough. and the retreating army had
churned the soft earth into mud foot
deep.
''Leary." cried Hogan, suddenly,
where's the boy:?"
What bOy?"
..The little dandy that came in this
morning on the bay mare. It's not
long she'll last, poor thing. Fancy
man bringin' an English thoroughbred
70 do this sort of work. Hould up, We
basic! Where is hc?"
''Sorra one o. me knows" said
Leary. ''He rode out of camp with
his servant this afternOon-if it wasn't
yesterday. Is it tomorrow morning or
to-day, boys? Who's watch?"
''It wants an hour to deebreek,"
said Hogan. Il can tell it by the
blackness. l hope the little fellows
safe. What's he want, at all
Essays he's here to join the Polish Le-
gion. Got his commission from Said
Pasha in Constantinople, and never
smelt smoke in his life, or saw the in
side of a barracks It's a foine body.
that Polish Legion. They're all officers.
Two hundred and fifty of them, and
not private in the lot"
''Nor Pole, noyther," said Hogan.
There's Lacy knows of him at
home" said Leary, land says he's
bowling swell, with princely income.
If wor a bowling swell with u. .princely
income, dye think ye'd find me here,
chippin' and mendIn' BazoukS and lei
becks ?"
"Why, ye know We loike ii, said the
other
why wouldn't I?" demanded
Leary. There's neither debts nor
duns can reach me here, and the prac-
kice in gunshot wounds is entertaining.
But there's finer diversion to lie found
by them that knows where to look for
it, and has money. Give me young
Weatherlcy's income, and see me yolun-
teer into the Polish Legion! y
This conversation was necessarily
condscted in loud tones, and was most
" carried on across Jack Cameron's
person. He started at this unexpected
name.
"Wherc does he come from ?' he
asked.
"He gaze me his card this after
noon" said Leary, "Or yesterday, or
whcrsver it was, as poloite as you
please; but | forget where he's living.
It's an Abbey, or Grange, or something
like that"
AT Oakenham?' asked Cameron.
That's the place. Dye know him?"
Il SAW him once, and the name struck
me-that's all. What could have
brought young Weatherley out here?
1t is not usual for accepted lovers, who
have plenty of money, to 60 campaign
ing rs preliminary TO marriage. Jack
had been long enough in the country TO
know how devoted to destruction that
melancholy impOsture called the
Polish Legion was already, and had
been from the first. Only the most
ignorant and reckless, or those who
form of suicide. His reflections on this
topic kept him busy and silent until
long after daybreak. He had learned
to deSpise his old sweetheart, and had
learned his lesson we'll; but she inter-
ested him yet, and he could not keep
bis bitter thoughts from her. A month
of dreary waiting on the banks of the
Danube, and a month of rough-and-
tumble campaigning when the fight
had once begun. had left him in that
respect where he was on leaving En-
gland.
At the morning halt, he sat in a
filthy Bulgarian hut. and sopped
his biscuit in the inexpressible wine of
the country; and while the two Irish
doctors chartered like pair of CHEEKY
magpieS, and he looked out abSently
at the muddy village street and the
steady downpour, young Weatherley
rode by. water-proofed from head to
foot. MeSsrS. Hogan and Leary yelled
at him with Invitations and welcome,
and he alighted, finding his sword and
his military cloak as yet a little in his
way.
''Gad," said the youngster, as he en-
tered and stripped Oil the cleaning
waterproof. I'm glad to find YOU
upon my word 1 am. My fellows
fool, by George he is, and | haven't got
so much as crust of bread or pipe of
tobacco, by Jove I haven't. Hallor'