The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1890-11-22

guard ran TO the spot with several men.
and found Private Clancy struggling
and swearing in the grasp of two or
three soldiers, while Mrs. Clancy was
imploring them not to let him go-he
was wild like again: it was drink; he had
the horrors, and was batin her while
she was tryin' to get him home. And
Clancy's appearance lore out her words.
| He was wild and drunken. but he swore
he meant no harm: he struggled hard
for freedom: he vowed he only wanted
to see the lieutenant at his quarters; and
Mr.. Hayne, lamp in hand, had come
upon the scene and was striving to quiet
the woman. who only screamed and pro-
tested the louder. At his quiet or6c:
the soldiers released Clancy, and the
man stood patient and subordinate.
Ibid you want to see me, Clancyr'
asked Mr.. Hayne.
"Askin' yer pardon sir, did," began
the man, unsteadily, and evidently strug-
Cling with the fumes of the liquor he had
been drinking; but before he could speak
again, Mrs. Clancy's shrieks rang out on
the still air:
"Oh. for the love of God, how'd him,
some O. yes! He'll kill him! He's mad,
| say! Shure it's that know him best.
Oh, blessed Vargin, save us! Don't let
him loose, Misther Foster!" she screamed
to the officer of the guard, who at that
moment appeared on the full run.
whats the trouble9" he asked, breath
lessly.
CLANCY seems to have been drinking,
and wants to talk with me about some
thing. Mr.. Foster" said Hayne, quietly.
HE belongs to my company, and l will
be responsible that he goes home. 1t is
really Mrs. Clancy that is making an the
trouble"
"Oh, for the love of God, hear him,
now, whin the man was tearin' the hair
O me this minute! Oh, how'd him, menl
Shure it's Capt. Rayner wud niver let
him CO."
whats the matter, Mrs. Clancy?'
spoke quick, stern voice, and Rayner,
with face white as sheet, suddenly stood
in their midst.
"Oh, God be praised, it's here ye are,
captin! Shure it's Clancy, sir, dhrunk,
sir, aud runnin' round the garrison, and
batin' me, SIR"
"Take him to the guard house, Mr..
Foster" was the stern, sudden order.
Not word. Clancy" as the man strove
to speak. "Of with him, and if he
gives you any trouble, send for me-"
And as the poor. fellow was led away,
silence fell upon the group. Mrs. Clancy
began wall of mingled relief and mis-
cry, which the captain ordered her to
cease and go home. More men came
hurrying to the spot, and presently the
officer of the day. ut is all right now"
said Rayner to the latter. Zone of nv
men-Clancy-was out here drunk and
raising Il row. l have sent him to the
guard house. Go back to your quarters,
men. Come, captain, will you walk
over home with me?'
WAS Mr.. Hayne here when the row
occurred?' asked the cavalryman. look
ing as though he wanted to hear some
thing from the young officer who stood
a silent witness.
II don't know" replied Rayner. ut
makes no difference, captain. 1t is not
case of witnesses. l shan't prefer
charges against the man. Conner And
he drew him hastily away.
Hayne stood watching them as they
disappeared beyond the glimmer of his
lamp. Then hand was placed on his
arm:
Ibid you notice Capt. Rayner's face
his lips? He,was ashen as DEATH"
Como in here with me-" was the re-
ply; and, turning. Hayne led the post
surgeon into the house.