Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-19


were emptied coram publico. but against
Lane she could not talk no openly
| Mrs. Judsop had beheld the sudden de
pnrturc of Miss Pansy with an cquanimity
she could barely disguise. Indeed there
were not lacking good Christians In the
| garrison who pointed significantly TO the
fact that she had almost too Hospitality
opened her doors to Miss Fletcher and her
lover during that brief but volcanic ro-
nance. Certain Il Is, however, that Il was
In her house and in certain little nook on
the sitting room that their long, delicious
meetings occurred almost daily, the lady
Of the house being busy about the dining
room, the kitchen, or the chambers over
head. and Emily who was a good girl but
denscly uninteresting strumming on the
piano or yawning over a book at the front
window
What Mr. Lane needs Is gentle, mod
est, domestic little woman who will make
his home restful, peacsful refuge always, y
said Mrs. Judson; and, infcrentially. En-.
my was the gentle and modest creature
who was destined SO TO bless him. The in
vitations 10 ten, the lures by which he was
induced TO become Emmy's escort 10 all
the hops and dances, rcdoubled themselves
after Miss Fletchcr's departure: but IL
was all In vain. without feeling any par-
ticular affinity for Mr.. Lane, Emmy stood
ready to say YES" whatsoever he should
ask; but weeks went on. he never seemed
20 draw nearer the subject, and lust ay
Mrs .Judson had determined TO resort To
heroic measures and point out TINT his at
tentions to Emmy had excited the remark
of the entire garrison, and that the poor
child was herself looking wan and strange.
there was stage robbery not twenty miles
from the post. Lane, with fifteen troopers.
was sent In pursuit of the despcradoes, aud
captured them, after sharp fight, ninety
miles up the river and near the little In.
fantry cantonment at the Indian reserya-
tion; and thitber the lieutenant was car
rted, with n bullet through his thigh. By
the time he was well enough 20 ride. the
regiment was again in the field on Indian
campaign, and for six months ne never
saw Fort Curtis again. When he did Em-
my had gone home, and Mrs. Judson's no
liteness was something awful.
Lane was out with the Eleventh ausin
In three more sharp and severe campaigns.
received nm ugly bullet wound through the
left shoulder In the memorable chase after
Chief Joseph, was quartermaster Of his
regiment year after that episode, then
aiJutant, and finally was given the rc-
cruiting detail ~ he neared the top of the
list OF first lieutenants, and for the first
time In fifteen years found himself once
more among the friends Of his youth-and
still bachelor.
Securing pleasant quarters In the adjoin-
ing street Mr.. Lane speedily made bimseIf
known mt the club to which he had been
paying his moderate annual dues without
having seen anything Of IL but its bills for
years past, yet never knowing lust when
he might want to drop in Then no pro-
ceeded after Office hours TO hunt up old
chums, and In the course of the first week
after his arrival he had found almost all OF
them Bailey, who sat next to him In
school, was now prominent and prosper
GUS lawyer. Terry, who sat just behind
him, and occasionally inserted crooked pins
in convenient crack In his chair, was
thriving In the iron business.
Warden had made fortune con
.'cbpr"e, ,Nand was one of the lending brok.
in''''e T"" hvniu Oi i...hn nn.., ~ ,Sa.,,.
ers and commission mer.la,os o., .us me-
tropolis. lie had always liked Warden;
they lived close together, and used 10 walk
10 aud from school with each other almost
every day Mr. Lane had started on his
quest with n feeling akin 10 enthusiasm.
Calm and reticent and retiring M he gen
orally was, he felt glow Of delight at the
prospect of once more meeting "the old
crowd" but that evening he returned to
his rooms with distinct sense Of disap-
pointment Bailey Ind jumped up and
shaken hands with much efIusion of man
ner, and had my dear followed" him for
a minute or two, and then, Nov, where
are you stoppingf III be round TO look
you up the very first evening can get
away, and-of course we'll have you at tho
house," but Lane clearly saw he was eager
To get back to his desk, and so took his
leave. Terry did not know him at all until
he began to laugh, and then he blandly in
quired what he'd been doing with himself
all these years. but the man who riisped
him from top to toe was Warden. Busi-
ness hours were over and their meeting
occurred at the club. Two minutes after
they had shaken hands Warden was stand
ing with his back to the log fire, his
thumbs in the arm holes of his waistcoat,
fitting on his toes, his head well back, and
most affably and distinctly patronizing
him.
We'll. Fred, you're still in the army,
are youf" he asked
"Still in the army, Warden"
well, what on earth do you find to do
with yourself out therc' How do you man.
age to kill timer
Time never hung heavily on my hands.
II often happened that there wasn't hnlf
enough for all we had To do"
"You don't tell me! WHY, | supposed
that about all you did was TO drink and
play poker"
mot an unusual idea, ] find, Warden,
but very unjust one"
"Oh, yes, ] know, of course, you have
some Indian fighting TO do once in while,
but that probably amounts to very little
mean when you're in permanent campor
| should think a man of your
would ;ns, q, ,,gn,ta i,,,,oh
life. Iwonder YOU hadn't resigned wears
ago and come here and made "A name for
Yourself"
',rhe life has been her more brisk than
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