The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-05-17
THE STIRRUP-CUP.
a Tragi- Comedy of Garrison Life
on the Frontier

lady herself saw 1t better than any.
They were beautifully matched in
every way. He was dapper little cav
alryman who only exceeded the regula-
ton height by two inches. She was a
dowdy little person, about as big as a
twelve-year-old child. He was hand
some, in a French miniature sort of
way, and she was pretty, with the
bread-and-milk beauty of extreme
youth. AS to mental qualifications, no
two could have suited better, for his
love of domineering was that not only
of the little man but of an army officer
to boot; and she was submissiveness
itself; it really was pleasure to her
to be walked over and stepped upon by
anything masculine, which just met
the young officers ideas as to what q
wife should be. AS if to leave nothing
wanting to complete this match-so
evidently of celestial making-fortune
had given to her only a spendthrift
father, and to him the vast wealth of
second lieutenant's pay. They could
have loved very comfortably on such
means, and paid off their accumulated
debts of years when he came to be cap
tain, as others have done before. But
they may as well be Introduce you
may meet them some time She, then,
was Miss Ruggles, daughter of Capt
RuggleS, of the til infantry; he was
Second Lieutenant Patten, of the ID
cavalry.
The thing started beautifully. Pat
ten had been twirling his thumbs be-
tween reveille and taps with more or
less cursing of fate, for year. He
was pretty badly in debt to the suffer-
and was likely to become more so if he
was not given something to do with
his evenings very soon. He did not like
reading; he was too lazy to hunt, and
there was nothing but the elusive prai
RE dog to hunt in any case; he was the
only bachelor at the fort-which was q
hundred miles from the railroad, by
the by-and the married women could
not be induced to flirt-with him, at
any rate So the soil was ripe.
Now, just in the nick of time, Capt.
Ruggles' pretty daughter came Oh from
New England boarding school, as in
nocent, simple pink and white as such
girls should be. OF course Patten
called on her the night of her arrival,
as is customary in army posts. He
found her quite interesting. She sat
and smiled and drank in his poured
out wisdom as the soil of the plains
drinks a rain, and the wisdom was lost
in the sandy depths of her unsophis-
ticatcd SOUL as is also lost the little
rain which falls on the parched prai-
ries. However, she evidently admired
him, and he went home convinced that
this really was his first love, this time
IN New England boarding schools man
is never seen, SO he was Miss Ruggles'
first experience of the sex, and she was
sure, too, that this was not only her
first, but her only love. Now Patten
liked the sensation of thinking of some
one else; it was novel, and there was
blessed little novelty in the post at
any time, as he said-only he did not
say blessed" exactly.
The trouble with novelties is that as
soon as they are experienced few
times, they cease to be novelties, and
so lose their spice. That was the way
with this one. After a week or two of
thinking of Miss Ruggles-whom he
fondly called Bertha in what an
swered for his mind-Patten got tired
of it, and concluded that ''old things
are best" that he preferred his quon-
dam occupation of thinking only of
himself, and he went back TO tit was
far less trouble, and he objected to
trouble, attending reveille was enough
of it for him in one day. Then a de-
lightful clement was added to his for
=. h.. liSnnuarnH in n
short time that some one else was
thinking of him. That was charming;
he sat back and enjoyed it, absorbed it.
Heretofore the garrison had never
bothered its head about him, and he
had had only the sickly comfort of tell
ing himself that he represented pearls,
the garrison swine. Here, however,
was a girl who knew a priceless jewel
when she saw it. He admired her
taste and smiled on her approvingly.
She smiled back, even more sweetly,
and, in little ways entirely original and
clever, she tried to lead him on. For
instance, she walked up and down her
porch on nice starry nights, and
coughed now and then, gentle little
cough. She would go to the suffers
Tor creWClS ana rlDDOnS al inc hours
when Patten was likely TO be there for
his mail Her horse never would stand
still at the mounting block, the eXas-
perating animal! if the young officer
were in sight. All these little tendrils
reaching out are such, we all know, as
the world has never known before.
But there was good deal of the ma
ture of the government mule about
Patten. The instant he could see that
some one was attempting to lead him
he would refuse to advance a step; and
he did see, despite Bertha's wholly or
iginal methods of procedure. So he
stood still, and the poor girl tugged
and pulled, but Patton refused to move
ever so little. She really became quite
desperate and struck him in the face,
metaphorically with some remarks
that were meant to be scornful and
sarcastic. OF course if she had known
anything about mules she would have
been aware that such treatment only
makes them jump back; but she was of
the infantry, and can be excused for
not knowing anything about live stock.
Experience taught her, though, and she