The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-10-09

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was out, but she thought-did that most
Intelligent young woman, Mary Ann
that perhaps there was Q message for
him. Like Mr.. Toots, poor Lane, In his
anxiety to put no one to any trouble,
came within an ace Of StammeFing. "It'S
Of no consequence" but checked him
self In time, and stepped into the bright
parlor In which he had spent 20 many
delicious hours listening to her soft, rich
voice as she sang, or - Ehe ehatted
blithely with him and her frequent
guests. Il was some time before Mary
Ann returned. Evidently, there was .
message, for the girls face was dimpled
with smiles as she handed him Q little
note. Mis- Mabel says please excuse
pencil, sir; she had to wTite lying down.
Miss Holton has Just gone away, after
spending most Of the morning"
Excuse pencill Lane could hardly
wait to read the precious lines. How be
longed to give the girl . Eve dollar billi
But this wasn't England, and hO did not
know how Mary Ann would regard sucN
q profer. She promptly and discreetly
retired, leaving the front door opon for
his exit, and the sweet June sunshine
and the soft warm breath Of early sum
mer flowing in through the broad vesti-
bule.
"How good you are to meI' sho wrote.
''The flowers were-and are still-ex-
quisite. I shall be down stairs little
while tomorrow afternoon, II the doctor
/ sa s.o.od 20 ma a. r,of, ara Ttl,an 7 caV,
thank you, can notI N. L. ""
! The hours dragged until Friday after
noon came. He had to go to the With
erses to dinner on Thursday evening,
and q dreary, ostentatious, ponderous
feast 1t was. Noel, in his full dress uni
form, was the hero Of the hour. He
greeted Lane q trihe nervously.
~ meant to have telephoned and
begged you to bear me out, old man"
said he, "but this thing was sprung on
me after l got home. Cousin Matte
simply ordered me to appear in my war
paint, and had to do It. You are 10 60
In to dinner with her by the way; and l
wish you were en- grande tenue instead
Of civilian spike tail. Here's Amos."
And Amos marched him around to
one guest after another-"self made
men, Sr"-heavy manufacturers and
money makers, with their overdressed
wives. Lane strove hard to 0e enter
tanning to his hostess, but that lAdy'S
mind was totally engrossed in the prog
ress Of the feast and dread Of possible
catastrophe to style or service. Her
eyes glanced nervously from her hus-
band TO the butler and his assistants, and
her lips perpetually framed inaudible in
structions or warnings, and 90 II hap
pened that the captain was enabled 10
chat a good deal with . slight, dark
eyed and decidedly intelligent girl who
sat to his right, and who was totally
ignored by the young cub who took her
in-the eldest son Of the house Of With
ers, . callow youth Of 20.
"You did not hear my name, I know"
she had said to him. 81 am Miss Mar
shall, very distant connection Of MrS.
Withers', the teacher Of her younger
children, and the merest kind Of an acct
dent at this table. Miss Faulkner was
compelled to send her excuses at the last
moment, and 90 l was detailed-isn't
that your soldier ezpresEOnH-to fll the
gap"
"And where did you learn our army
expressions, may aSkT' said Lane smil-
ingly.
"i had cousin In the artillery some
years ago, and visited his wife when
hey were stationed ct the old barracks
/ .sross the river. There's no one there
now, I believe. Listen 10 Captain Noel;
he Il telling about Indian campaigns."
Indeed, pretty much everybody was
listening already, for Noel, with much
animation, was rocounting the expe-
riences Of the chase after the Chiricahua
chieftain, Geronimo. He was an excel-
lent ta1ler, and most diplomatic and
slillful in the avoidance Of any direct
reference to himself q the hero Of the
series Of dramatic incidents which he 20
graphically told, and yet the impression
conveyed-and intended 10 be conveyed
-Was that no man had seen more, en-
dured more or ridden harder, faster and
farther, than the narrator. Flattered
by the evident interest shown by those
about him, and noting that conversation
was brisk at Lanes end Of the table, the
lieutenant soon lost himself In the en-
thusiasm Of his own descriptions, and
was only suddenly recalled to earth by
noting that now the whole table had
ceased its dinner chat, and that, with
the possible exception Of the hostess,
who was telegraphing signals to the but
Ter, every man and woman present was
looking at him and listening. The color
leaped to his face, and he turned to-
wards Lane with q nervous laugh.
"rd no idea was monopohxing the
talk, =" he said. Erred, old man, wasn't
1t G troop that tried to get across the
range from your command to ours when
we neared the GuadalupeG Amos and
Mr.. Hawks had been asking me about
the chase after Geronimo"
"Yes, it was g troop-Capt. GrOens's,"
answered Lane.
"You know that Capt Lane and are
Of the same regiment, and, though not
actually together in the chase, We were
in the same campaign" said Noel, apolo-
getically, and then, quickly changing
the subject: by the way, Mr.. Hawh1,
Is Harry Hawks, Of the artillery, . rSlA-
tive Of yoursr'
"a nephew. captain-my brother Hen
ry's son. Did you know himT
"Know him2 Why, he Il one Of Tie
warmest friends l have In the wholS
aEmy-outside Of my own regiment,
that Il. We were constantly togsthsR
one winter when ! was on stat duty n
Washington, and Whenever he could gst
leave 10 run up from the baEFAel1 hs
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