San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-30

Carolyn Clay, wrapped in close-cling-
ing thought and once more joyous in her
sense of freedom gained, was as silent
for awhile as was the careful driver; but,
as they left houses far behind and
bowled along the country road, she
turned to her mute companion:
| "You seem to be good driver"
| ''Shure; I've druv, him afore TIL
beastie knows the hand o. me-" was the
| quiet reply.
as there any chance of meeting pa
! trolls on this road?" the girl again
queried, after a pause.
"Divvil a guard" was the response.
eth addijjittint-gineril towld re-by
| TIL same token, Misther McKay-thot
tn road was clear"
Halt! Who goes there?" rang out a
challenge from the darkness directly in
front; and the drivers great fur gloves
| rested against the ample bust, as the
horse was pulled up short. "Who goes
there?'' the challenger repeated, gruffly.
"An' who wad We shuppose?" was the
answer, to Miss Clay's great dread.
can, by tn same token. it's not goin'
am, but comm"
Have you the countersign. womanp''
Have tn schaats But I'm not to be
shtopped by my wan! Gin'ril Bond,
beyant in tn town, sid I'd take me
dochther home free an ondisthurbed,
sor."
"Have you the countersign?" again
came gruffiy from the darkness.
''Shure I've some ay it," was the re-
ply, and the driver nudged Miss Clay,
as the fur glove went deep into the am
pie pocket and drew forth a goodly
flask. To the girls wonderment, it
went straight to the owners mouth,
gurgling swallow, resounding smack
and strong odor of brandy filing the
cold air on it's withdrawal.
"Corp'ral-ga-ad!' Post number one!"
called the impatient sentry, as his mus
ket ratified to charge"
There was sound of feet approaching
at a run; then the thick voice growled:
''Vot fur vos you yelling, Shones?
Haf you found Something's, ain'd id?"
Challenged, and no countersign!"
the sentry replied.
''Dismound, vrend, und geefe der
gounderzine," the corporal ordered,
throwing his lantern above his head
and dimly showing the two women on
the trap.
'Wudn't We come an git it, Misther
Kraut?'' was the unmilitary rejoinder.
9TH likes O. We, be thratin' ladies wild
shman considdyrayshin, shurel What
wad the gin'ril beyant as gin us tn
pass, be sayin av' SIGH thratement?"
Coon dot wagon down und geef der
gounderzine!" the German recruit
growled back. Coon down like der
deffel so fastl'
"Dismount, if you have the word"
Carolyn Clay whispered low
"Divvil a tut!' was the return whisper,
with the addition aloud: Here it be,
Mishter Dutchy, writ by the gin'ril all
over tn paper!"
Hesitant between newly-learned dis
cipline and the glamour of oft-repeated
title, the green non-commish. advanced
cautiously towards the wagon, peering
keenly under his uplifted lantern.
Grasping the extended paper, he read it
laboriously with one eye, while trying
to fix the other on the two women.
Dot vos all ride" he said at length,
handing back the paper. you may
proceed"
The sentry stepped aside, facing and
coming to a carry" but the cart did
not move; and Miss Clay trembled, lest
the gulp from the flask had done it's
work.
well, What for you vos vaiding?" the
corporal asked, impatiently, slapping
his arms for warmth.
''By me sowl, ye're a darlin'l" was the
retort. Didn't We ask fur it-fur
some av tn country sign?" And the
driver extended the flask, in full light
of the lantern, adding: Eye naden't re-
fuse. 1t do be the rale craythur."
With pickering lips and quick glance
towards his inferior, the new levy low
cred his light, seized the flask and took
one huge gulp, wiping his mouth on his
overcoat cape as he handed it back.
"Ye're not afther bein' name emo to
leave out yer parthner?" the owner of
the liquid asked at do be cowld emo,
I'm thinkin', to make IN made dhrop."
Again, in the struggle between disci-
pline and natural good-nature, disci-
pine went down, and the German
stepped off into darkness. A quick
grounding of arms, pause; then he re-
appeared, again wiping his own mouth,
as he returned the flask.
dot vos foine, foinel" he said, in
friendly confidence. Now you vos vree
to bass on"
"Shure an will, darlinI It's none
too Marrnm herem WAS the ansuer