San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-02-02

in which we move. But, in the broad
light of a soldiers duty, neither the love |
of the one nor the unreasoning hate of |
the other should swerve me. The hard |
est knocks soldier has to bear come
sometimes from the very men whom he |
is sworn to defend You would not
have me yield because of singing
wound or two, nor would be worthy of
your name if I faltered now. 1t is my
belief that, despite apparent apathy,
there is still north or south a place in
the hearts of the people for every soldier
who seeks faithfully to serve them, and
in that faith-God helping mel shall
follow the old flag to the end.P
by Jupiter" said Kenyon, as ne
sprang to his feet and strobe excitedly
up and down the room, isn't that
enough to make one damn the liberty of
the press, to think that a month ago it
was holding up that fine fellow for
everything that was low and contempti-
BILE! Miss Marshall, if l were Why,
she's gone!'
"Just stepped into the dining room a
moment" said Mrs. Lane promptly,
though her eyes were brimming. "Now,
isn't that Mr.. Hearn all overT'
But Georgia Marshall had not gone
into the dining room. Mabel found her
----.~t the end of the veranda gazing at
the distant night as'ass s'ss''' .i'' N''' =
and silent valley.
September came, and the Eleventh
would soon be on its homeward march.
Letters to the regiment made frequent
mention Of old Kenyon's devotion to
Miss Marshall, and even Hearn had to
hear occasional bits of conversation that
told him that in quitting Ryan he had
abandoned the field to a rival. But
when orders reached them there was
other news: Miss Marshall was to re-
turn to the east at once. despite every
plea" wrote Mabel, ''she persists in it.,
and adamant is no more yielding than
is her determination. am utterly
heartbrokcn. but cannot prevent it..
She has been making arrangements for
new position of some kind for the last
six weeks, and she will leave before the
regiment gets back"
And when the Eleventh came march
ing into Ryan late in the month, and a
hest Of tanned and bearded troopers
rode in behind the band on its dancing
grays, Georgia Marshall had vanished
from the scene. a.
Presently Kenyon took long leave
ard disappeared. Having it out with
his newspaper friends in Chicago" was
Martins suggestion. But the next thing
heard of him he had turned up in Gin
cinnati and Mabel knew well what that
meant, and waited with bated breath.
For month there came no further news,
and then he was reported at st. Angus
tine, more Grabbed than ever.
~Then he, too, has been rejected" said
Mabel. And she was right. Kenyon
did not rejoin until long after the Christ
mas holidays. .ar
Old Blauvelt by this time had been
sent before the retiring board, which
recommended him for permanent shelly
ing, and he was still on leave until the
| needed vacancy should occur. Hearn
meantime remained in command of his
troop, no longer encountered by the
presence of Trooper Welsh, who had
been formally ''sent to Leavenworth."
Corp. Brent had won his sergeant's
chevrons, and was looking forward to
examination for promotion.
Everything was going biithely at the
post, but for the sadness that seemed to
have c1ouded one young soldiers life,
and for the anxidds lookon Mabel Lanes
face when Portia was asked for, as
Portia often was. Teaching children
all the fall and winter was telling on
her." wrote an old school friend, and
when April came she was reported i'll,
though her own letters made no mention
of it. The family would move to Their
country seat in a week, and she would
be so glad, she said, to see the trees and
birds again.
The first of May had come. The
lovely suburbs of bustling city were
shrouded in the richest, freshest green.
The sweet breath of the early summer,
laden with the perfume of lilac and
honeysuckle and of myriad blossoms,
was signing through the foliage of a
park of grand old trees and ripping the
surface of grassy lawn. Robin and
bluebird, oriole and crested woodpecker
flashed and fitted through the sunshine,
now splashing in the basin of the fount-
ain, now chasing each other in chatter
ing glee through the slanting light and
shadow. The drone of beetle and hum
of dragon fly fell soothingl5 on the
drowsy ear.
The little knot of Jerseys browsing in
the paddock down the eastward slope