The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1890-11-15
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''But you claim it never reached your
Certainly"
Yet every other package, memt~
randa and ell, was handed your"
"Not only that, but Capt. Hull handed
me the money packet with the others
took them all from his saddle bags just
before the charge. The packet was sealed
! when he gave it to me, and when broke
| the seal it was stuffed with worthless
| blanks"
"And you have never suspected a SOL
dier-a single messenger or servant"
"Not one. Whom could ~
"HGyne, had you any knowledge of
! this man Clancy before?"
CLANCY! The drunken fellow we
pulled out of the fre?"
"The same"
"No; never to my knowledge saw or
heard of him, except when he appeared
as witness at the court"
"Yet he was with the til cavalry at
that very fight at Battle Butte. He was
| a sergeant then, though not in Hull's
| troop"
"Does he say he knew me? or does he
talk Of that AFFAIR."" asked the lieutenant
with sudden interest.
''Not that. He cannot be said to say
anything; but he was wonderfully af-
fected over your rescuing him-strange-
ly SO, one Of the nurses persists in telling
cle, though the steward and Mrs Clancy
declare it was just drink and excitement.
Still, have drawn from him that he
knew you well by sight during that cam
paign; but he says he was not by when
Hull was killed"
Does he act as though he knew any
thing hat could throw any light on the
mattGr"
81 cannot say. His wife declares he
has been queer all winter-hard drink
ing-and Of course that is possible"
Sam told me there was q soldier Fere
two nights ago who wanted to talk with
NE, but the man was drunk, and he
would not let him in or tell me. He
thought lie wanted to borrow money"
81 declare, believe it was Clancy!
said the doctor. IF he wants to see YOU
and talk, let him. There's no telling but
what even a drink racked brain may
bring the matter to light"
And long that night Mr.. Hayne sat
there thinking, partly of what the doc
tor had said, but moro Of what had oc-
CURED during the late afternoon. Mid
night was called by the sentries. He
went to his door and looked out on the
broad, bleak prairie, the moonlight CLINT
ing on the tin roofing Of the patch of
buildings over at the station far across
the dreary Level and glistening on the
patches of snow that here and there
streaked the surface. 1t was all so cold
ana calm and still. His blood was bot
and fevered. Something invited him
INTO tho peace and purity of the night. |
lie threw on his overcoat and fllrs and !
strolled up to the gateway, past the ST.
lent and deserted store, whose lighted |
bar and billiard room was generally the |
last thing to close along Prairie avenue.
There was not glimmer of light about
the quarters of the trader or the sur
Gcon's beyond. One or two faint CLEANS
stole through the blinds at the big hos
pital, and told of the night watch bv
some fevered bedside. He passed on
around the fence and took q path that
led to the target ranges north of the post
ana back of officers row, thinking deep
~ all the while; and finally, re-entering
the garrison by the west gate, he came
down along the hard graveled walk that
passed IN clrcula.' sweeps the Offices and
ana the big house of the colonel COM
handing, and then bore straight away
IN front of the entire line.
All was darkness and quiet. He nassad
IN succession the houses of the fiel Ia Off
GERS OF the cavalry, looked longinglv at
the darEened front of Mai. Waldron's
cottage, where he had lived SO sweet an
hour before the setting of the last sun,
Then went on again and paused surprised .
IN front of Capt Rayner's. A BRIGHT
light was still burning in the front room
on the second floor. Was she, too. awake
and thinking of that interview? He !
looked wistfully at the lace curtains that
shrouded the interior, and then the clank .
OF cavalry saber sounded in his ears
and tall officer came springily across
the road.
Who the DEVILS that" was the blunt
military greeting.
"Mr. Hayne," was the quiet reply.'
-" hat? Mr.. Hayne? Oh! Deg your
pardon man-couldn't imagine who it
was incoming around out here after mid |
night"
II don't WONDER" answered Hayne.
i am rather given to late hours, and
after reading long time l often take
stroll before turning in."
All, yes; see. Well, won't you drop
IN and chat awh lille? I'm officer of the
day, and have to owl tonight"
THANKS, no, not this time; must 90
to bed Good night, Mr.. Blake"
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