The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1890-10-02

don't begin to realize how delighted
am to eco youi So long"
"But about dining with Us, Cap
tain"-
"Oh, Lord, yes!" burst In Noel. "what
evening, nowl I'd almost forgotten.
Getting In among bricks and mortar
adde's my head. ~Tisn't like being out
In the saddle with the mountain breezes
an around you; hey, Fred2 Gadl l
don't know whether can stand this sort
Of thing, after our years Of cam
paigning." And the lieutenant looked
dubiously around upon the dark and
dingy walls and windows.
Suppose we say Thursday evening,
captain" suggested Mr.. Withers; "and
I'll have just . few friends to meet you
two army gentlemen"
~ shall be very happy, Mr.. Withers." :"
"Goodl That's the talk, Fredr'
heartily shouted the lieutenant, bring.
ing his hand down with resounding
whack between Lanes shoulder blades.
"Now we are off Come along, Amos"
And the cousins disappeared down the
dark stairway and popped into the car
riage.
Mot o very demonstrative man, your
friend the captain, but seems to be solid, :"
was Mr.. Withers' remark.
"Oh, yes. BE is about as solid as they
make them," answered Noel, airily.
"Lane has his faults, like most men. Il
is only those who really know him, who
have been associated with him for years,
and whom he trusts and likes, that are
his friends, Now. I'd go through fire
and water for him, and he would for me
but Of course you wouldn't think it, to
zee his perfectly conventional society
manner this morning. IL had left you
down at the foot Of the stairs and had
stolen up on tiptoe and gone over and
put my arms round his neck, you would
probably have found US hugging each
other and dancing about that room like
q couple Of grizzly bears when you came
up, and the moment he caught sight Of
you he would have blushed crimson and
got behind his ice screen in o second.
You just ought to have seen him the
night we met each other with our de-
tachments down near Guadalupe Can
yon when we were hunting Geronimo
Some d-d fool Of q ranehman had met
him and said was killed in the little af.
fair we had with the Apache rear guard
Why, l was perfectly amazed at the
emotion he showed. Ever since then I've
sworn by Fred Lane; though, Of course,
he has traits that l wish he could get rid
Of"
GOOD officer, isn't herr &
"Ye-es, Lane isn't half bad soldier.
OF course it remains to be seen what
sort of captain he will make. He has
only just got his troop"
But ! mean he-well-is . brave
man; has shown up well in these Indian
fights you were telling US about"
"Hm" answered Noel, with q quiet
little chuckle. "H he wasn't, you bet
he wouldn't have been all these years in
the Eleventh. A shirk Of any kind is
just the one thing we won't stand. Why,
Amos, when old Jim Blazer was our
colonel during those years Of the Sioux
and Cheyenne and NeS Perce wars he
ran two men out Of the regiment simply
because they managed to get out Of field
duty two successive years. Oh, mol
Lanes all right as soldier, or he
wouldn't be wearing the crossed sabers
Of the Eleventh"
Mr.. Withers listened to these tales Of
the doings and sayings Of the regiment
with great interest. Lame might have
been here q dozen years, said he to him
self, land no one in our community
would have known anything at all about
the dangers his comrades and he had en-
countered in their frontier service. It's
only when some fellow like Noel comes
to us that we learn anything whatever
Of our army and its doings."
He took his cousin to the great mold.
ing works Of which he was the sole head
and proprietor, and presented his fore
men and his clerks TO the captain, and
told them of his career in the Indian
wars on the frontier, and then upon
change, and proudly introduced my
cousin, Capt. Noel" to the mAgnates Of
the Queen City; and, though not one
out Of q dozen was in the least degree
interested in ''the captain" or cared a
grain Of wheat what the army had done
or was doing on the frontier, almost
every man had time to stop and shake
hands cordially with the handsome off,
Ger, for Amos Withen was said to be a
man whose check for q round million
would be paid at sight, and anybody
who was first cousin to that amount Of
"spot cash" was worth stopping to chat
with, even in the midst Of the hveliest
tussle 'twixt bull and bear on the floor
Of the Chamber Of Commerce. A tall,
gray haired gentleman, with . slight
stoop to his shoulders and rather tired.
anxious eyes, who listened nervously to
the shouts from ''the pit" and scanned
eagerly the little telegraphic slips thrust
into his hand by scurTying messenger
boys, was introduced as Mr.. Vincent,
and Mr.. Vincent inquired II Noel knew
Lieut.-or. rather, Capt.-Lane.
"Know Fred Lanel he Is the best
friend l have in the world, !" was the en-
thusiastic answer. 'and one Of the best
men that ever lived"
"Ahi I'm glad to know you-glad to
know what you say. The captain Is .
constant visitor at our house, great
friend Of ours in fact. Ahl excuse me q
moment" And Mr.. Vincent seized o
certain well known broker by the arm
and murmured some eager inquiries in
his ear, to which the other listened with
ill-disguised impatience.
Withers and, Of course, "the captain" "
were the center Of o cordial-not to say
obsequious-group 90 long as they 70
manned upon the floor, and the secretary
presently came to them with the com
pliments Of the president and card ad-