The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-09-04

path, Brewster inconsequentIy re
called the battle OF Shiloh, when LIE.
noir, badly wounded and thrown from
the saddle of {, dying horse, had been
led to the rear, protesting and fighting
every step Of the way. AS he came in
to the light OF the Office windows, he
accounted forthe sensation by thedis-
covery that the man wore a cheap
overcoat of military cloth and cut, Of
the stamp usually affected by the
"hay-bunkers." a.
They placed him in q chair before
the fire and he sat there a mutinous
captive, his felt hat with it's battered
brim drawn down over his eyes and
partially shading his face. The first
glance at the stranger in the honest
light of the Office lamp had in a meas
ure treasured Brewster and put to
flight his absurd fnncies. There was
nothing striking or uncommon in the
spare figure, or the old face with it's
lines OF care and pain. 1t was q very
ordinary face, an eminently prosaic
face, he assured himself OF the anne
type as ten thousand others in the
city, but he could not resist q crazy
aSSlIC W SCC VII lOlclltttu DtTeO, lC
look at the left temple and
Bah! Back to those old memories
OF the war again! So much for the
pernicious effect of the afternoons as
sociations. Well, what was it, after
all? Only a young fellow, his blue suit
in tatters crazed with fever, crawling
past the dead line, a strong hand
stretched out to savehim adullreport,
a bullet leaving a bloody track across
the temple and along the scalp of the
rescuer.
And why had he lost sight of the
gallant old soul all these years? Con-
found it! Lenoir was Just the one to
sneak off from his friends if the world
used him i'll, to live in a dugout and
dine on scraps rather than ask charity.
Yes, and to lest and flash out with a
dauntless spirit in a moment of hu-
initiation and shame that held worse
terror to a proud soul than the
bravest soldier ever faced on the bat
tle-field. Could poverty, and despair,
and ill-health reduce the %high-souled
gentleman and soldier to the likeness
OF that old scarecrow? Brewster step
ped impulsivly forward, reaching over
for a chunk OF tirewood, awkwardly
brushing the strangers head with his
arm and knocking off the SLOUGH hat.
He hesitated iustlong enough to OBJ
serve a white track across the temple
and through thesparse gray hair, then,
with his brain in q whirl, secured the
stick of wood, laid it carefully upon
the blaze, took out pencil and note
book and scrubbed a few lines to his
wife. A close carriage, q fire in the best
room, a warm dinner; hispencil check
ed off the items ut lightning speed. He
called the Waterman and dispatched
him with the note, meeting the mans
wondering look with one of stern de-
cision. As the door closed behind the
messenger, and'his OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
echoed fainter and fainter in the dis
lance, Returned to find his compulsory
guest arising from his chair and con
fronting him with a white face.
"The almshouse? I'll die first!'
"Never while l live, Colonel Lenoir."
Having uttered this blunt assurance,
Brewster sat staring at his old friend
through a mist of tears. Theold man
answered with q startled look. He
drew the SLOUGH hat lower over his
eyes. His chin worked convulsively.
Old and thin and gray, overtaken by
reverses, crushed by misfortune, tbs
Colonel was found.-San Francisco
Ingleside.