The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-03-30

/ ali the pretty ankles Oh tue pOSt were IT,
! joicing in the opportunity before the set
ting of another sun. Coming homeward
at luncheon time Mrs. Rayner, Mrs. Bux-
ton, Miss Travers and one or two others,
escorted by squad of bachelors, strolled
somewhat slowly along Prairie avenue
towards the gate. 1t so happened that
the married ladies were foremost in the
little party, when who should meet
them but Mr.. Hayne, coming from the
east gatel Mrs. Rayner and Mrs. Bux-
ton, though passing him almost elbow to
elbow, looked straight ahead or other
wise avoided his eye. He raised his for
age cap in general acknowledgment of
tho presence of ladies with the officers,
but glanced coldly from one to the other
until his blue eyes lighted on Miss Tray
erS.
No woman in that group could fail to
note the leap of sunshine and gladness
to his face, the instant flush that rose to
his cheek. Miss Travers herself saw it
4 quickly, as did the maiden walking just
behind her, and her heart bounded at
the sight. She bowed as their eyes met,
spoke his name in low tone, and strove
to hide her face from Mr.. Blake, who
turned completely around and stole
sudden glance at her. She could no
more account for than she could control
it, but her face was burning. Mrs. Ray
ner, too, looked around and stared at
her, but this she met firmly, her dark
eyes never quailing before the angry
glare in her sisters. Blake was begin
ming to like Hayne and to dislike Mrs.
Rayner, and he always did like mischief.
You owe me grudge, Miss Travers,
if you did but know it," he said, SO that
all could hear.
You, Mr.. Blake! How can that be
possible?"
81 spoiled serenade for you few
and caught sight OF a man gazing up at
your window after midnight. / felt
sure he was going to sing; SO, like a
good fellow, ran over to play an ac-
compartment, and then--would you be-
lieve it? wouldn't sing, after all"
) She was white now. Her eyes were
gazing almost imploringly at him.
! Something warned him to hold his
: peace, and he broke off short.
"Who was it? Oh, do tell us, Mr..
Blake!" were the explanations, Mrs.
, Rayner being most impetuous in her de-
mands. Again Blake caught the appeal
, in Miss Travers eyes.
"That's what want to know, he re
sponded, mendaciously. "When l woke
up next morning, the whole thing w as
dream, and couldn't fix the fellow al
, ALL"
There was a chorus of disappointment
; and Indignation. The idea of spelling
!. such gem of sensation! But Blake
. took it all complacently until he go
home. Then it began to worry him.
! Was it possible that she knew he was
: there?
That night there was a disturbance il
t the garrison. Just after 10 o'clock, anC
; while the sentries were calling off til,
: hour, woman's shrieks and cries wer,
/. heard over behind the quarters of Com
q pany B and close to the cottage occupied
4 d by Lieut.. Hayne. The officers of tn,
4 guard ran to the spot with several men
v and found Private Clancy struggling
: and swearing in the grasp of two O.
q three soldiers, while Mrs. Clancy wa
s imploring them not to let him go-h,
!. was wild like again; it was drink; he hat
q the horrors, and was batin' her Will
s she was tryin' to get him home. Ant
J. Clancy's appearance bore out her words
: He was wild and drunken, but he swor
ha no la1
e for freedom; he vowed he only wante,
o to see the lieutenant at his quarters; an,
il Mr.. Hayne, lamp in hand, had com
n upon the scene and was striving to quie
d the woman, who only screamed and pre-
tested the louder. At his quiet or6c
"a the soldiers released Clancy, and tn
d man stood patient and subordinate.
n ibid you want to see me, Clancyi
# asked Mr.. Hayne.
II "Askin' yer pardon sir, did," bega
I the man, unsteadily, and evidently strug
;, Cling with the fumes of the liquor he ha
4 been drinking; but before he could spea
O. again, Mrs. Clancys shrieks rang out o.
;, the still air:
q "Oh, for the love of God, how'd him
&c some O yes! He'll kill him! He's mac
say! Shure It's that know him bes
~ Oh, blessed Vargin, save us! Don't lie
,t him loose, Misther Foster!" she screame
Il to the officer of the guard, who at thu
a moment appeared on the full run.
n Whats the trouble?" he asked, breatl
- lessly.
,r CLANCY seems to have been drinking
If and wants to talk with me about som,
ar thing, MIR. Foster" said Hayne, quietl,
n ''He belongs to my company, and wi
be responsible that he goes home. 1t
10 really Mrs. Clancy that is making all I'll
m trouble"
"a ooh, for the love of God, hear hin
II now, whin the man was tearin' the ha
10 O me this minute! Oh, how'd him, mel
h. Shure It's Capt. Rayner wud niver Il
). him CO."
= "What's the matter, Mrs. Clancy
~ spoke quick, stern voice, and Rayne
- with face white as a sheet, suddenly stoc
or in their midst.
TO "Oh, God be praised, it's here We ar
;r captinl Shure it's Clancy, sir, dhrunl
70 sir, and runnin' round the garrison, ar
ii batin' me, sir"
pr Take him to the guard house, NJ
III Foster" was the stern, sudden orde
of "Not word, Clancy" as the man stro,
e to speak. "Off with him, and if
~ gives you any trouble, send for me-"
ID And as the poor fellow was led ava
or silence fell upon the group. Mrs. Clanc
,r began,a wall of mingled relief and mi