Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-01-25

was settled then and there. Hearn paid
a hundred dollars, and SchOnberg, | am
told, had to pay the lawyer whom he
had employed. ! often think, though,
how hard would have been the young
fellows fate if there had been no one to
come to the recue. There isn't better
or Drawer officer in the Eleventh to-day
than Hearn, and he is just as steady as
a rock; but soldiers as good as he have
been driven out of the army for lack of
some such friend as came 10 him in his
extremity"
You would have helped him, Fred
dear" said Mrs Lane, fOndly, crossing
over to the captain and stroking the
grizzled Stubblc about his browS as
though it was the loveliest hair in the
world. Lane possessed himself of the
soft white hand and threw his arm about
her Shapely waist
II would certainly had known, but
nine out of ten do not happen to be able
to help, even when our inclinations
would lead And then, however much
we believed in Hearn'S story and Schon-
berg'S rascality, who could prove it?',
"Who did prove it, asked Miss Mar
shall, after pause.
sWell, no one that | know of. All we
know is that Schonberg was glad to drop
the matter three years ago when Capt.
RawlnS first tackled the case. Hearn
says he has never alluded to it from that
time 10 this until the fellows language
to-day, but that was only some vague
drunken threat.
But if, on the contrary, it should
prove that he meant 10 make more trou-
BILE for Mr.. Hearn." asked Miss Marshall,
lis Capt. RawinS here?'
by Jove," exclaimed the captain,
starting suddenly to his feet, his face
growing as suddenly grave and sad,
THAT possibly explains the letter that
came to me yesterday morning. l was
reading il as you came down TO break
fast-a low. anonymous thing, and |
burned il. Now | wish | had kept
that"
about Mr.. Hearu. was it, asked
Mrs. Lane anXiouSly.
..Yes; and now can begin to under
stand it, too. Miss Marshall said he,
turning impreSSively toward her, your
question goes to the very bottom of this
case. The friend who blocked their
game three years ago is gone. Rawlins
was killed in the last campaign in Arl-
IONA"
"Oh. Fred" cried Mrs. Lane. And
was there no one else who had helped
Mr.. Hearn?'
''No one but our old RawlinS, Mabel;
and of all men to help him now he would
have been the most valuable here with
one new colonel. for he and Morris had
been devoted and intimate friends Ia war
days, and | am told the colonel was deep
" cut up by the news of RawlinS' death.
There was something romantic about
their early friendship. Capt. RawinS
was a widower whose wife had died
within few years of her marriage, and
| have heard that both he and Morris
when Young officers were in love with
her. but that she had chosen RawlinS.
But. Capt Lane" said Miss Marshall,
whose thoughts seemed less fixed upon
the romantic than upon the practical
side of the case, surely Mr.. Hearn has
receipts in full for this amOunt?"
Il so understood him, Miss Marshall;
and vet | do not know the nature
of the papers TO which he refers. |
think he said that he had her letter; but
that is Of less value now.
And Why" asked Miss Marshall.
because the widow married Schon-
berg"
."Then must the jew be mercifuI. .
quoted Mrs. Marshall.
And for few moments not another
word was spoken. 1t was that young
lady herself who broke the silence;
perhaps you think me unduly appre-
bensive, Capt. Lane. That mans face
made a powerful impression upon me
when saw him to-day. and perhaps
Mabel has told you something OF my own
experience in trying TO retrie'c my
fathers fallen fortunes when he was too
old and broken TO do anything for him
self. learned then the worthlesSnesS
of spoken words. and that nothing but
written contracts and receipts were bind
ing.
She had hardly ceased speaking when
the gate was heard to swing on ITS rusty
hinges, a resolute step creaked across
the piazza, and somebody was iumollhg
AT the bell knob.
"Who can that be 1T this hour of the
night?" asked Mrs. Lane, rs the captain
went to the door. The bolts were drawn
back and rush of cold night wind
swept i'm, causing the lamps to suddenly
flare and smoke.
please. sir, is the doctor here?'
voice was heard TO ask.
"No.' answered Lane. whats want
ed? He left here about twenty minutes
ago. Have you been TO his quarters
.Yes, sir: and they told me he was
here. nj Capt. Lanes. Corp. Brent is
took worse. sir, and the steward thinks
the doctor ought TO see him. He's Wild
like and raving.
mabel. dear. I'll be back in a mo-
ment," said Lane, reappearing at the
narlor door. Don't wait for me; m
going to see if the doctor Is at Hearn'S.
They went away together. Corp. Brent
is reported worse.
Throwing his cavalry circular over
his shoulders Lane stepped forth into
the night. IL was moonleSS and pitchy
dark. The lamps around the quad
ranple were burning brightly, but hard
~ sufliced to illumine more than small
Sphere i'm the surrounding gloom Across
the wide valley distant ruddy spark
showed where some farm homestead was
still alive: and far away to the westward
The electric lights, swinging high over
rho thoroughfareS of the thriving town,
Sbone with keen, cold luSter, and were
nirrored in some deep. unruiiled
nool of The stream. Turning his back
on these the captain trudged orisklY
down the walk, the hospital attendant
following. and opened the little gate
some fifty yards from his own. As ne
surmiSed. the doctor was here, Tor ms
voice. and Kenyon'S too, could be heard
before Lane tapped at the door.