Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-14

He ran through the Twelfth Street Market,
circed around couple OF blocks, turned lanes
and alleys, doubled upon his path. ran to the
right to the left and to the right again and fin
ally slipped down an alley and out again upon
the street opposite the place where he had left
the doctor, triumphant in having eluded pur-
suit, the paper in his hand, JOY in his eye.
Just as he came in sight of the buggy Col.
Marshall and his nephew, approaching from
different directions, closed in upon 1t.
"Oh, Martini exclaimed DR.. John, with one
reproachful look at the youth.
run to cover at last, old fellow!' cried
the Colonel. in a resonant voice,
The Doctors face might have moved stone
to pity. Pale and silent: he stared at the
colonel as If there arose before him some terri
bic phantom of the buried past.
Ives, l knew, Marshall. Knew you were
here. Knew this was coming. 1t was useless
"You knew? And you have the face to tell
me so!' sternly demanded the colonel. ''Eigh-
teen years I've been looking for you
Lieut.. Hobart gave Martins arm violent
"Come along. You ride back with me. My
uncle will take care of your DIR. JOHN" he
said.
Martin resisted.
~ m going to stay here, - he said doggedly.
To his surprise DR.. John seconded the lieu
tenant.
GO along with him. Martin. - he said de-
cidedly.
Whatever DR.. Johns humiliation, Martin felt
miserable comfort in the reflection that he was
at least bearing his share. He could not reply
The young mars levity disguised Martin as
much as it eNa5perated him. At last he turned
savagely upon young Marshall.
How can you be SO jolly when you We bs en- q
witness to such q scene as that: seen your uncle
drag good mau-yes, sir, good in the
dust. don't care what you say. don't care
a good man to-day. Ask anyone In the valley.
Ask the sick people he's made well. Ask the
dying he's brought back to life. Ask the poor
yes, and the bad ones, and they'll all tell you
there isn't one they couldn' It better spare. And
yet you-you and your uncle, come here TO dig
up some old skeleton and disgrace him.
= Martin, - returned the Ii utenant. very ir-
relevanty, Martin thought, suppose you
go down to the city with me tonight. The vet
Grams OF Gen. - Post No. are to have camp
ire, AMI jolly good time they always make of
Martin was completely non -plrssed at this in
vitation, coming under sucn singular circum-
stances. In his embarrassment he did what
many oluer people have done in similar situa-
tons.
Martin did not see the colonel when he and the
lieutenant took the train that night HI had
dim consciousness that near them the plat
form and in me gathering gloom stood two muf-
fed figures, with something strangely familiar
about them; but he asked Lieut.: Hobart no
questions, and oddly enough, the light-hearted.
laxative young fellow was for once silent and
Martin himself was in no mood for merrv-
making. Only that day he had seen his best
friend crushed and Inundated and borne away
like convicted felon. He had told those at
home something OIL what ne naQ Deen through,
and had been glad to escape from the gloom
that had settled over the household.
He did not feel like seeking amusement for
himself. A terrible picture constantly be-
fore his eyes, of ill-lighted, grated cell,
wherein sat man. his face buried in his hands
given over at last 10 complete and overwhelming
despair. Whenever this figure raised its face
the reproachful eyes seemed to seek his own,
and he heard the doctors sharp exclamation:
''Oh, Martini
II he could only ind out where thev had put
the doctor and see him but for five minutes:
then he could explain to him how hard he had
tried to save him. A vague idea possessed him
that by keeping close 10 the lieutenant that he
might contrive to get the ear OF Col. Marshall
and somehow influence him in regard to DIR.
John.
They reached their destination and climed a
long stairway. A heavy door swung open
snd noislessiy closed behind them. They
foupd themselves in a large hall, Lighted only
from the glow from great fireplace which cast
aruddy light on the grizzed veterans in the
foreground, deepening the shadows in the back
ground.
What a buzz of voices, fusillade of fun, and
battery of Jest. The old soldiers chatted and
gossiped like parcel OF girls let loose from
school.
Sometimes the conversation was confined to