Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-01-08

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 All well with the madam and the kid?" queries Drummond, after the manner of tho frontier, when at last Wing folds and replaces his letter, a | happy light in his brave blue eyes.
 All well. Paquita says that Harvey has captured the entiro household, and that Grandpa Harvey is his abject slave. There isn't anything in Chicago too good for that 2-year-old. They've had them photoed tOgether-the kid on his grandfather shoulder"
 Aren't you afraid his Arizona uncle l will be jealous for his own boy 8 sake?" laughs Drummond.
 ''I don't believe Ned would begrudge Fanny anything the old man might feel for her or for hers. He is generosity itself toward his sisters, and surely I could never have found a warmer friend out of the army. You know how he stood by nc.
 II know, and it was most gratifying not but that I feel sure you would have won without his aid. The old man simply couldn't quite be rcconciled to her marrying in tho army and living in Arizona.
 "A strange land for a honeymoon cer- tainly-yet where and when was there happier? Do you remember how the Apaches jumped the Verde blackboard the very week after we were married ?"
 And you spent half of the honey moon scouting the Tonto basin? I should say so! What with courtshlp in a robbers cave, marriage in cav 1 airy camp and a wedding tour in sad dle, you had a unique experience, Wing, but-you deserved her" And Drum l mond turns and grips his comrades I hand.
 Wing is silent moment. His eyes are wistfully searching tho elders half averted face.
 Jim, you told me awhile ago of your sisters approaching marriage. Are you not going on?'
 Yes. 1t will be early in October. She's blissfully happy, is Fuss, and he's very substantial, solid sort of a | fellow. I'm we'll content, at last, that her future is assul cd. y
 And you are free agent rractical- ly. Isn't it time we heard of your own | happiness-your own vine and fig tree, old man?''
 1 Times gone by, I reckon, laughs | Drummond, yet not merrily. Eve had too much to think Of-too much responsibility-and probably have lost my chance"
 Wing looks as though he wanted nightly to say something, but conquers his impulse.
 October is a long way off, ; he final ly remarks, and thought you might 1 find earlier opportunity of going east. Now that Ned has entire charge of the business IF Arizona the old gentleman takes life easier. The winter in Cuba did him lot of good, and Fan writes that he seems so happy now, having his two girls and his little grandson under the same roof with his sister and her children. What reunion after all these years!"
 Where arc they living in Chicago"
 "You would know better than l, for think of it!-I have never been east of the Missouri since my babyhood, " answers Wing. Fan writes that her aunt has lovely house on what they call the North Side-near the great waterworks at the lake front. '
 T know the neighborhood we'll, says Drummond. Chicago is as fla miliar to me as San Francisco was to you. Only-I have no roof to call my own anywhere, and as soon as Fuss is married shall not have a relative or friend on earth who is not much more deeply interested in somebody else. " And the senior lieutenant is lying on his back now, blinking up at the rapid ly scudding clouds. Presently he pulls down over his eyes. "What do you hear from your mother, Wing?"
 Nothing new. Bless tho dear old lady! You should have seen her hap piness in Harvey. Sho could hardly bear to let tho little fellow: out of her arms, and how sho cried CnU Clung to him when wo parted at the Oakland wharf! Poor littlo mother. ShC has never given up the hope of seeing that scapegrace of an uncle of mine again.
 Has sho ever heard how he tried to murder his nephew?" queries Drum mond grimly.
 Never. Nor have we the faintest trace of him since the break up of the old Morales gang at Fronteras. They went all to pieces after their encounter with you and c troop. What q chain of disasters! Lost their leaders and three of their best men, lost their ren- dezvous at Moreno's, lost horses and mules-for what our men didn't get the Apaches did-and won absolutely nothing except the 24 hour possession of a safo they hadn't timo to open. Whereas I got my commission and my wife; Feeny, honorable wounds and mention and the chevrons of first ser geant; Costigan got his sergeant s stripes and tho medal of honor, Murphy his sergeantcy, Walsh and Latham med als and corporalships, and the only fel low who didn't get blessed thing but scars was the commanding lieutenant your worthy self-thanks to wiseacres at Washington who say Indian fighting ! isn't war"
 Didn't get letter of thanks from | the department commander?' grins Drummond What else could ex- pect?"
 What else?" is Wings impulsive ! rejoinder. Then, as though mindful of some admonition, quietIng at once and speaking in tone less suggestive, Well, in your case suppose you can be content with nothing, but bless me if I could" Then, suddenly rising and respectfully touching his weather beat en hat, he salutes a stoutly built, sol dierly looking man III rough scouting dress, whose only badge of rank is the tarnished shoulder strap with the sill yer leaf on the shabbiest old fatigue coat to be found in the battalion, most of whoso members, however. wear no coat at all.
 "Hullo. Wing-didn't mean to dis turb your siesta-DrummoDd here?" says tho commander in his offhand way, and at sound of tho we'll known voice Drummond, too, is on his feet in a twinkling.