Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1893-07-19

| lutertSleu III the Captain VI CdrtO
grain of wheat what the army had done
OF was doing on the frontier, almost
every man had time to stop and shake
hands cordially with the handsome Off.
Ger, for Amos Withers was said to be a
man whose check for round million
would be paid at sight and anybody
who was first cousin to that amount OF
spot cash" was worth stopping to chat
with, even in the midst of the liveliest
tussle 'twixt bull and bear on the floor
of the Chamber of Commerce. A tall,
gray haired gentleman, with a slight
stoop to his shoulders and rather tired,
anxious eyes, who listened nervously to
the shouts from 1.-The pit" and scanned
eagerly the little Geographic slips thrust
into his hand by scurrying messenger
boys, was introduced as Mr.. Vincent,
and Mr.. Vincent inquired if Noel knew
Lieut.-or, rather, Capt.-Lane.
"Know Fred Lane? He is the best
friend have in the world" was the en-
thusiastic answer land one of the best
men that ever lived"
"Ah! I'm glad to know you-glad to
know what you say. The captain is
constant visitor at our house. great
friend of ours in fact. All! excuse me
moment" And Mr.. Vincent seized
certain well known broker by the arm
and murmured some eager inquiries in
his ear to which the other listened with
ill-disguised impotence.
Withers and, of course, 1.-THE captain
were the center of cordial-not to say
obsequious-group SO long as they re-
manned upon the floor. and the secretary
presently came to them with the COM
pliments of the president and card ad-
uniting Capt. Gordon Noel to the floor
of the chamber at any time during bust
ness hours, which that officer most grace
fully acknowledged, and then went on
replying to the questions of his new
friends about the strange regions through
which he had secuted and fought and
the characteristics of the Indian tribes
with whom he had been brought in con-
tact. And by the time Cousin Amos de-
clared they must 60 up to the club for
luncheon everybody was much impress
ed by the hearty, jovial manner Of the
dashing cavalryman, and there were re-
peated hand shakes, promises to call,
and prophecies of a delightful sojourn in
their midst as he took his leave.
HAS Capt. Lane come in yet to
luncb~ inquired Mr.. Withers Of the
liveried attendant at 1.-The Queen City,"
as his cousin inscribed his name and
regiment in the visitors book, as intro
duced by "a. w." in ponderous strokes
of the pen.
"No, sir. It's considerably past the
time the gentleman generally comes. l
don't think he'll be in today, sir"
"Then we won't wait, Gordon. Well
order for two What wine do you lik =
Over at the dingy recruiting Office
Capt. Lane had forgotten about lunch
con. There were evidences of careless
ness on the part of the clerk who had
made out his great batch of papers, and
the further he looked the more he found
The orderly had been sent for Taintor
and had returned with the information
that he was not at his desk. Sergt
Burns, when called upon to explain how
it happened that he allowed him to
slip away, promptly replied that it was
half-past II when he came out of the
captains Office and said that the captain
would want him all the afternoon, SO he
had best go and get his dinner now
Half-past 12 came, and he did not re-
turn. The sergeant went after him, and
came back in fifteen minutes with wor-
ried look about his face to say that
Taintor had not been to dinner at ALL
and that the door of the little room he
occupied was locked He had not been
in the house since that morning.
I'm afraid, sir, he's drinkin' again.
said Burns; but he's so sly about it l
never can ell until he is far gone"
"You go out yourself, and send two of
the men, and make inquiries at all his
customary haunts," ordered Lane 81
will stay here and go through all these
papers. None are right so far. He never
failed me before: and | do not under
stand it at ALL
But when night came Taintor was
still missing-had not been seen nor
heard of-and Capt. Lane had written
hurried note to the lady of his love to
say that strange and most untoward
case of desertion had just occurred which
necessitated hisspending some time with
the chief of police at once. He begged
her to make his excuses to her good mo-
Their for his inability to come to dinner.
Later in the evening he hoped to see her
up. S.-Gordon Noel, who is to relieve
me, has arrived. have only three or
four days more"
Gordon Noel!" said Miss Vincent,
pensively. Where have l heard of Cor
don Noel?"