San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-01-27


busily arranging the loop of his gold
helmet cord.
''For them" exclaimed pretty Mrs.
Lane, speeding across the space between
her toilet table and her hege lords shay
ing corner, and laying her white hands
upon his shoulder knots and gazing up
into his half averted face with sparkling
eyes-"For then, you dear old You
haven't sent east for flowers
perhaps it was some other fellow
then" said the captain, obviously.
"Oh, Fred, you darling! l hadn't
hoped for anything half so lovely. Will
they be here on this train, really? That's
why you didn't want dinner served until
so late, was it? Georgia and were say
ing just now if we only had few flowers
the table would be perfect must run
and tell her." And impulsively she
raised her soft lips to his face and kissed
him enthusiastically. you are so
thoughtful, Fred"
"Very," he responded, with much
gravity of mien. "And that's what
prompted me to suggest to your ladyship
the propriety of throwing wrapper over
those snowy shoulders. The orderly has
left the hall door open, and all Central
City seems out here tonight. There goes
the assembly and your train should be
here in fifteen minutes. / suppose can
tell the colonel as he drives past on the
way down to meet him?"
Ordinarily the announcement of the
advent of some such high functionary as
the Judge advocate of the division would
have been quite sufficient to induce the
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colonel to turn over the command at pa
rade to Maj. Kenyon and to go forth
with to meet the coming man. But here
was the elite of Central City, as well as
strong delegation of the masses, gath
cred to see the garrison, and Morris par
ticularly prided himself upon the SOL
dierly grace and style with which he
presided at the most stately ceremony
of the military day. If he were to fail
to appear at the head of his troops, if all
that line of officers were to march to the
front and salute Maj. Kenyon instead of
him, people might really get the idea
that it was the infantry field officer who
was the post commander, not himself.
No. In all the yellow radiance of his
cavalry plumage Morris strobe forth
from his veranda and stood revealed in
the rays of the westering sun. His or
derby fastened through the groups on
the graveled road in front, and, halting,
raised his hand in picturesque salute,
the eyes of Central City looking on:
THE coloners messages are delivered,
and the carriage will be at the station. "
Very we'll, Brooks. Now you your
self go down and be on the lookout for
Col Lawler, tall, sandy haired, sandy
bearded man, rather slender, nearly GO
years of age; report to him and get his
baggage into the wagonette and bring
him here to my quarters, and say that
would have met him but was detained
at parade"
Again the orderly saluted, then faced
about and strobe away through the
swarm CT curious eyes which followed
him moment, then turned once more
upon the gorgeous and cleaning proper.
tons of the warrior putting on his white
leather gloves and buttoning them at the
wrist with much deliberation. Mrs
Morris being in her own room, arraying
herself for the Lane dinner party, and
the yeranda being vacant, he then called
to his adjutant, who came along the path.
way at the moment, vision of floating
yellow plume and brilliant aiguillette,
and after moments conversation with
his chief that young gentleman made his
way to where couple of town carriages
were drawn up along the edge of the
parade and presented the colonel's COM
pliments to the occupants, the ladies of
the postmaster's and leading bankers
households, inviting them to bring their
friends and come and sit on his piazza.
Mr.. Abrams, of Chicago, who was al
the moment the center of a knot of men,
young and old, quilted their society. and
with his customary deliberation saun-
tered over, opened the colonel's gate and
with careless ease of manner accosted
that official, Fine evening, colonel, "
and then lowered himself into the near
est chair just as the officer, with face
that flushed Enthusiastically, excused him
self, passed him by and FASTENED down
the steps to greet the entering ladies,
while the adjutant, hurrying on to
where his sergeant major was awaiting
him at the edge of the greensward, sig
nailed the band, and the stirring notes of
"adjutant's CALL" followed by the burst
of martial strains in swinging six-eight
time, heralded the coming of the troops
of the whole command.
Company after company, the cavalry