Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1893-07-20
MehnGspwn, Frederick County, Maryland THURSDAY, y,Jy20 '893

teIS Tor Jle rank ana HE, 1 btloulu
think.
'The Captains tent? How came |
here?'
That's just what l can't tell you, 80
you'll haye to ask himself, guess.
You amt any relation to Captain
Keene. be you?
'Keene-Keene!' repeated the man.
Because pursued Spicer, ii you'd
been his own brother born, he couldn t
have taken better care Of you. His
cousin, maybe p
No! God forgive me, no. taltered
the wounded man with a low, bitter
groan.
Here he is now, said Spicer, the ia
milar accents of his voice falling to a
more respectfully modulated tone as he
rose and saluted his officer.
He's all right, Captain-as clear
headed as bell
Very we'll. Spicer, you may 60.
The private obeyed with alacrity.
When they were alone together In the
tent, Wallace Keene came to the low
bedside.
so you're all right, Mr.. Harney:' he
asked kindly.
Captain Keene.' murmured Harney.
shrinking from the soothing tone as if it
had been a dagger's point, Il haye no
right to expect this treatment at your
hands
'Oh, meyer mind, said the youngman
lightly. What can l do to make you
more comfortable?
HArney was silent. but his eyes were
full of the tears he fam would drive
back-tears Of renorseful shame-and
he turned his flushed face lest the man
he had once so grossly insulted shonld
see them fall.
The next day he again alluded to the
same subject.
Captain Kcene, you asked me yes
terday what you could do for NE p
Yes.
i want you to ask leaye for May to
come and MUSE me, when I'm trans
ferrcd to the hospital
Captain keene turned toward the
sick man face white and as hard as
marble and said in II strangely altered
voice:
DO you mean your sister,
My sister-yes.
OF course, if You wish it / Can oh
tain permission, Harney. But
'Well:'
'Keene's cheeks colored, and he bit
his lip.
1 should not suppose she would be
willing to leaye her husband for the
very uncertain comforts of hospital
life
Harvey, smiled, looking into his
companions face with keen, searching
eyes.
May is not married, Captain keene.
She has no such appeEdage as Il hus-
band !
Not married.
4 know what you thought. She was
engaged and almost married. We had
nearly induced her to become Lisle
Spencers wife. but she refused on the
very eve Of her wedding day
Keene had raised. and was pacing up
and down the narrow limit Of the tent
with feyerish haste.
Because, went on Harvey, she loved
certain young volunteer who left
s. about two years ago, too we'll to
become any other mans wife
Harney-you do not mean to
say-
I do, Though, old fellow. and what's
mole, l mean to say that since I've been
lying in this tent my eyes have been
pretty thoroughly opened to my own
absurd folly and impertinence.'
Captain Keene wrung his compan-
IONS hand and hurried away to mistake
the bootjack for the inkstand and to
commit several other no less inexcusa-
bic absurdlties.
1 see you'll get nothing written to-
day. sighed Harney as he lay watching
Wallace Keene tear up sheet after sheet
of note paper.
4 shall, though, smiled Wallace,
only I can't tell exactly which end Of
my letter to begin at
Captain Kpene did write-and if he
inserted little foreign matter INTO the
epistle it didn't matter, for Harney
considerate fellow, never asked to see it.
Marion came and when her brother
was promoted into the convalescent
ward, she went home again only to lose
herself IN powers of orange blossoms
forests of white satin ribbon and acres
of pearly, shimmering silk, shot with
frosty o olalms Of silyerY brocale, for The