San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-09-21
His Second Campaign
81 had not thought of that" said u


''They lost their homes, their slaves,
their plantations-everything-a came
out at the end of the war even poorer
than the crackers"
Yes, | readily see their peculiarly
hard fate" Julian said thoughtfully.
Mr.. Roosevelt did not respond to this.
He leaned to one side and silently
watched the graceful movements of his
swiftly going horses.
81 have just discovered something.
Mr.. Roosevelt, which greatly troubles
me-" Julian abruptly began again after
a long space of silence; land it would
oblige me if you would counsel me-"
Il shall be very glad to be of service
to you, sir, | assure you, said Mr., Roose-
welt looking up, with cordial generosity
beaming from his face,
Il don't know that you can do me any
good" Julian continued, lit may be too
far gone for that, but desire to have
your opinion"
Certainly. sir, certainly" said Mr..
Roosevelt. as Julian seemed to hesitate;
Ego on freely; anything can offer will
be yours.
I'm the first place, then" the young
man said, Il love your niece, Miss
Rosalie Chenier."
That would seem quite natural and
proper, sir, said Mr.. Roosevelt, smiling
pleasantly and speaking gently and
slowly.
"In the next place, added Julian, II
have discovered that am the very man
who burned down Colonel Chenier's
mansion in North Georgia as we were
tramping and fighting through that
region"
Mr. Roosevelt looked steadily and
kindly at his companion, but said moth
ing.
But worst of ALL" continued Julian,
Il ran a bayonet through Miss Adelaide
Chenier's arm"
Mr.. Roosevelt drew up the horses so
suddenly at these last words that they
came to a standstill in the middle of the
street
You cannot mean to say"-he slowly
began; but Julian interrupted him.
Yes, do mean to say that ! bayo-
neted woman-Adelaide Chenier-and
she has recognized me. Now, Mr.. Roose-
Welt, what shall | do?'
This was so sudden and startling a
revelation that Mr. Roosevelt could not
respond at once. He touched the horses
and shook the lines a little. They sped
forth from the street into shaded lane
where the perfume of wild flowers loaded
the air. Jasmine vines covered the
broken fences, violets purpled the ground
mocking birds were everywhere. A
gaunt old negro. with a dilapidated
army musket on his shoulder, stood
withdrawn among the tree shadows gaz-
ing at them as they passed.
Can you fully realize my case, do
you Think" Julian added.
No, sir, cannot, never stabbed
woman in my life" responded Mr.. ROose-
welt. He shook the lines again, and the
horses went still faster.
.Julian's face darkened and Redeemed
He bit his mustache and glared at the
dashboard.
Mr. Roosevelt, have spoken to you
as a gentleman and friend" he pres
emily said; II am in trouble and need
counsel. do not
How can | advise you, sir?" the old
man interrupted. True advice presup-
poses sympathy.
And you cannot sympathize with me,
of course"
II can hardly say: but have liked you
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couple you with acts of downright van
dalism. You have impressed me as a
chivalrons and spotless gentleman"
II am not a soldier now. and do not
think and feel and act as a soldier. OF
course in the wild excitement of war
was a zealOt in the Union cause. ! am
not sorry that was. but do regret that
one act / wish | could recall it
As he spoke Julian felt the emptiness
of his words They We're fiat and fell
dead on the air. as does the report of a
fowling piece on an open prairie
Il should think it would not be pleas
ant thing to remember" said Mr.. Roose-
yelt, urging the horses little more, as
if this shaking of the lines served in some
way to relieve his feelings,
But how can help it now" he pres
sently said, putting his hand on the old
mans arm.
Mr.. Roosevelt did rot answer: he only
shook the lines again.
The horses We're now going very fast,
making the buggy bound and sway and
its wheels sing keenly.
"One oughtnt to be hated for what he
did,
A loud report rang out beside the road
just ahead. The negro had fired at
bird The horses reared together and