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he would interrupt; but discipline pre-
vailed.
i "No, doctor, and yet we have certain
customs of service TO prevent the mcr
! going at all manner of hours and on friv
olous errands. a soldier asks his FIRST ser
{ geant's permission first, and if denied by
him, and he have what he considers gooc
reason, he can report the whole case"
But suppose a man is not on com.
pany duty, must he hunt up his first ser.
geant and ask permission to go and see
some officer with whom he has bust
ness?"
"Well, hardly, in that case"
That's all, sir" And the doctor sub.
sided.
! Among all the officers, as the meeting
adjourned, the question was, "What dc
you suppose Pills was driving at?'
{ There were two or three who knew.
Capt Rayner went first TO his quarters,
where he had a few moments hurried
consultation with his wife; thQn they
left the house together; he TO have a
low toned and very stern talk to rather
than with the abashed Clancy, who lis
tened, cap in hand and with hanging
head; she to visit the sick child of Mrs.
Flanagan, of Company X, whose quar-
tiers adjoined those 70 which the Clancys
had recently been assigned. When that
Hlbernian culprit returned to his roof
tree, released from durance vile, he was
surprised to- receive a kindly and SYM
/ hat 10 f,1 L. r
who with her own hand had mixed him
some comforting drink and was plan
ming with Mrs. Clancy for their greater
comfort. "1f Clancy will only promise
to quit entirely!' interiected the partner
of his joys and sorrows.
Later that day, when the doctor had
little talk with Clancy, the ex-dragoon
declared he was going to reform for all
he was worth. He was only distress to
everybody when he drank.
"All right, Clancy. And when you
are perfectly yourself, you can come
and see Lieut.. Hayne as soon as You like. :"
''Loot'nant Hayne is it, sir! Shure I'd
be begin his pardon for the vexation
gave him last night"
to speak with him about. You said so
last night, Clancy" said the doctor, look
ing him squarely in the eye.
"Shure I was dhrunk, sir. I didn't
name it," he answered; but he shrank
and covered.
The doctor turned and left him.
II IL > out N,.'.4 mes drunk that con-
science pricks him and the truth viii
out, then we must have him drunk
again" quoth this unprincipled practi-
TONER.
That same afternoon Miss Travers
found that a headache was the result of
confinement to an atmosphere somewhat
heavily charged with electricity. Mrs.
Rayner seemed TO bristle every time she
approached her sister. Possibly it was
the heart, more than the head, that
ached, but in either case she needed re-
lief from the exposed position she had
occupied ever since katc's return from
the Ciancysin the morning. She had
been too long under fire, and was wearied.
Even the CHEEKY visits of the garrison
GdilantS had proved of little avail. Tor
Mrs. ltayner was in very i'll temper, and
made snappish remarks to them which
two of them resented and speedily took
themselves off. Later Miss Travers went
TO her room and wrote letter. and then
the sunset gun shook the window, and
twilight settled down upon the still
frozen earth. She bathed her heated
forehead and flushed checks, threw a
warm cloak over her shoulders, and
came slowly down the stairs. Mrs Ray
ner met her at the parlor door.
Kate, | am going for walk and shall
stop and see Mrs Waldron."
Quite an unnecessary piece of infor-
alton. | saw him as well as you. lie
has just gone there"
Miss Travers flushed hot with indicna-
ton.
Il have seen no one: and if YOU mean
that Mr.. layne has gone to Mai Wal
dron's, / shall not"
"No; I'D meet him on the walk: it
would only be a trine more public"
~ Oh have no right to accuse me of
the iaintcst expectation of meeting him
anywhere / repeat, had not thought
Of such thing
ipS lIIEHI just us wei 90 II. on
cannot make your anta@oniSm TO NV
husband much more pointed than YOU
have already. And as for meeting Mr..
Hayne, the only advice presume to give
now Is that for your own ss.lc you keep
your bushes under better control than
you did the last time you met-that
know Of And, with this triumphant
insult as a parting shot, Mrs. Rayner
whec'ed and marched Off through the
parlor.
what was a girl to do? Nellie Travcrs
was not OF the crying kind, and was de-
nled vast amount of comfort in conse-
qu'nce. She stood few moments quiv-
erlnG under the lash Of injustice and in
suit to which she had been subjected.
She longcd for a breath of pure fresh
cir; but there would be no enjoyment