The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1893-12-22

to Mrs. Converse, of the staff, telling
her the ladies had said so much about
the lovely way her sparcrooms were
furnished that he had decided to draw
on her for wash bowls, pitchers, mos
quito frames, nets and coverlets,
blankets, pillows, slips, shams, and
anything else she might think of. And
Mrs. Converse loaded up the wagon ac-
cordingly. This was the more remark
able in her case because she was one
of the women with whom he had never
yet danced, which was tantamount to
saying that in the opinion of this social
bashaw Mrs Converse was not consid-
cred good partner, and, as the lady
entertained very different views on
that subject and was passionately fond
of dancing, she had resented not n
little the line thus drawn to her detri-
ment. She not only loaned, however,
all he asked for, but begged to be in
formed if there were not something
more she could do to help entertain
his visitors. Warning sent her some
lovely flowers the next week. but
failed to take her out even once at the
staff german. Mrs. Cram was altern-
ately aghast and delighted at what
she perhaps justly called his in
comparable impudence. They were
coming ont of church together enc
lovely morning during the winter.
There was n crowd in the vestibule.
Street dresses were then worn looped,
yet there was a sudden sound of rip,
rent and tear, and pOrtly woman
gathered up the trailing skirt of
costly silken gown and whirled with
| humiliation in her eyes upon the own
er OF the offending foot.
THAT is far too elegant a skirt to be
worn unlooped, madam" said Mrs
Grams imperturbable escort, in his
most suavc and dulcet tones, lifting a
glossy silk hat and bowling profoundly.
And Mrs. Cram laughed all the way
back to the barracks at the recollec-
ton of the utter discontinue in the
woman's face.
These are mere specimen bricks from
the fabric which Warning had builded
in his few months of artillery service.
The limits of the story are all too con-
tracted to admit of extended detail.
So, without further expansion, it may
be said that when he drove up to town
on this eventful April day in Grams
wagon and Larkin's hat and Fer-y's
Hatfield clothes, with Pierce's precious
London umbrella by his side and Mer-
toms watch in his pocket, he was as
stylish and presentable a fellow as
ever issued from battery barrack,
To- Enorl.ch
mutely approved the general appear
ance of his prime favorite among the
officers at the post, at most of whom he
opened his eyes in cOcSney amaze,
and critically noted the skill with
which Mr.. Warning fooled the spirited
bays along the level road.
Nearly n mile above the barracks,
midway between the long embankment
20 their left and the tall white picket
fence surmounted by the Olive-green
| foliage OF magnolias and orange trees
on the other hand, they had come upon
series of deep mud-holes in the way,
where the seepage water from the rap
| idly rising flood was turning the road
way into a pond. Stuck helplessly in
the mud. an old-fashioned eabriolet
was halted. It's driver was out and up
to his knees thrashing vainly at his
straining, staggering horse. The tor
tuous roadway was blocked, but War
ing had been up and down the river
bank too many times both day and
night to be daunted by matter SO
trivial. He simply cautioned Jeffers
to lean well over the inner wheel,
guided his team obliquely up the
slope of the levee, and drove quietly
along its level top until abreast the
scene of the wreck. One glance into
the interior of the cab caused him sud-
denly to stop, to pass the reins back to
LETTERS, to spring down the slope until
he stood at the edge of the sea of mud.
Here he raised his hat and cried:
mime. Lascellesl madame! this is
indeed lucky-for me. Let me get you
OUT
At his call slender, graceful woman
who was gazing in anxiety and dismay
from the opposite side of the cab, and
pleading with the driver not to beat
his horse, turned suddenly, and pair
of lovely dark eyes lighted up at sight
of his face. Her pallor, too, gave in
slant place to warm flush. A pretty
child at her side clapped her little hands
and screamed with delight:
"Maman! maman! Cest M'sieu' Way
reeng; c'est Sa-am."
''Oh, NJ. Wareeng! I'm so glad
you've come! Do speak to that man!
1t is horrible the way he beat that poor
horse-Mais non, Min Ninr' she cried,
reproving the child, now stretching
forth her little arms to her friend and
striving to rise and leap to him.
sd like to know how in HI I'm to
get this cab out of such hole as this
if / don't beat him." exclaimed the
driver, roughly. Then once more:
Dash blank dash your internal hide!
I'll learn you to balk with me again.
Then down came more furious lashes
on the quivering hide, and the poor
tortured brute began to back, thereby
placing the frail four-wheeler in immi-
nent danger of being upset
STEADY there. Hold your hand, sirl
Don't strike that horse again Just
stand at his head a moment and keep
1uiet till get these ladies out, called
Warning, in tone quiet yet commanding
I'll get 'em out myself in my own
way, if they'll only stop their internal
yellin'," was the coarse reply.
''Oh, VI. Wareeng," exclaimed the
lady in undertone, 1.-The man has been
drinking, / am sure. He has been SO
rude in his language"
Waring waited for no more words
Looking quickly about him, he saw
plank living on the levee slope. This