The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-02-22

TO the Eleventh until nearly a year after
he left the Point. At least that is what
Mr.. McDonough says" And Mr.. Nc
Donough, being the owner of the crossed
rifles, the damsel bushes becomingly.
''Oh, remember" answered Mrs.
Morris ''Mr. Hearn told us he had
been stationed here for one winter; but
he didn't seem to like it much then"
wasn't Mr.. Hearn a little wild in
those days?" inquired Mrs. Brodie. sit
seems to me have heard as much from
some of the townspeople. You've no
idea what gossips they are. Why, I've
learned ever so much about your prede-
cessors, the til, that 1 never dreamed
of before they left. A good deal about
Mr.. Hearn, too" And the lady looked
tentatively at Mrs. Lane, as though in
viting further question. But glancing
an instant from that young matron's
flushing face she finds Miss Marshalrs
big dark eyes fixed upon her with a
scrutinizing, penetrating expression that
in some way disheartens her. II beg
pardon though" she hastens to say; Il
think have heard Mr.. Hearn and Capt.
Lane were particular friends. Of course
all this happened long ago, and he has
probably outlived his youthful propensi-
ties"
II never heard of Mr.. Hearn as any
thing but most dutiful and excellent
officer" said Mrs. Lane quietly. Capt.
Lane is very fond of him."
Certainly, if be had been a dissipated
man, or gambler, or-anything else, y
says Mrs. Morris, with proper spirit,
my husband would have been apt to
know it; butt
''Oh, it wasn't that" interposed Mrs.
Brodie. And just at this instant three or
| tour officers came cantering up the slope,
taking advantage of q brief rest to pay
/ their devoirs to the fair spectators.
Miss Marshall noted that, as this
group approached, the buggy with its
Objectionable occupants drove slowly
away in the direction of the fort. Half
an hour later, as they were bowling rap
idly homeward over the hard prairie
road, they came upon the infantry bat
talon, also skirmishing. Everybody
but the guard seemed out at drill, and
The post was practically deserted. En-
tering the garrison limits Cassius, the
colored coachman, guided his bays down
The slope between the guard house and
the post traders store and then up the
incline to the southwest gate, preferring
this road to going along the garrison in
front of the barracks of the men. The
ladies were chatting blithely, but both
Miss Marshall and Miss Wharton noted
that the buggy with the gray horse was
halted at the store railing, and at tbs
door stood the two men in civilian dress
and a third in the undress uniform OF
/ the cavalry.
All three stared intently at the occu.
pants of the barouche with that singular
expression of mingled impudence and
familiarity which is so marked char
acteristic of the street loafers always
hanging about the corners of certain
thoroughfares of our western cities
where the police are not yet instructed
in those rules of civilization which re
quire such parties to be moving on. A
the ladies were whirled by Mr.. Schon
berg was seen to wink expressively, ant
the soldier, dark faced, beetle browet
fellow, with his hands in his pockets
looked after them and grinned.
GLOW annoyed Mr.. Hearn would be,
said Miss Wharton, ''if he could hav'
seen that performance
''What do you mean, Lucy? Thos
horrid men again. asked her sister; who
being on the back seat with Mrs. Lane
had not seen the soldiers face after the
passed him by.
1.-THE men are impairment, certainly
one expects nothing better of that elias
of people, but all the soldiers are so re
spectful and courteous to our ladies, gel
orally, it is a pleasure to meet then
Haven't you noticed how different the
are from-well, from that one, Mis
Marshall?'
Eyes, indeed, not only here, but in tn
, old artillery barracks where once visi
!, ed. 1 am sure Mrs. Curtis, my cousa
, knew the name of every man in the tw
, batteries, and always had a pleasar
, word for them when we met. They a
ways took off their caps, though some
, the old sergants, to be sure, saluted jul
as they would to an officer. This ma
, was q contrast to the general rule"
perhaps he is not of our regiment
, suggested Mrs. Lane, land does NJ
know the ladies'"
: "Unlucl1ily he is of ours" said Mr.
, Wharton. THAT is Welsh, of G trool
, and he was Capt. Blauvelt's striker
3 Mr.. Wharton says he is bad characte
= and that there was something vel
strange about the way the captain kel
him by him all the time he was her
Why isn't he at drill, 1 wonder?"
Possibly he's on guard" said Nh
Lane. 1.-The guard house is only
} stones throw away"
'He's never far from tine guard house
f laughed Mrs. Wharton. as she spra1
from the carriage at the Lanes gat
/ But he's not ON guard today, unless
] has taken off his belts. There. the
s have gone into the bar. How L wiz
s the colonel would close that place!"
y Half an hour later, all in glow aft
] their rapid drill, four or five young
| ficers strobe, laughing and chattin
8 into the club room at the store, al
throwing off belts, caps and gaur
: lets proceeded to bury their mustach
:, in the foaming glasses of cool be
which the attendant promptly supple
Over on the other side Of the est;sblis
ment loud voices could be heard in AZ
! mated talk. and presently Lieut.. L
r. called out to the attendant to close t
= door leading into the bar. Mr.. Stor
n the trader, entered at the moment, loo
mo q trifia VeXe6