The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-10-20


alone Connie Well have her up again
in a day Or two; but she. ought to have
rest and a. change TT. Wy <tss ..5.+.. it, H.
Rest and change! how glibly the
words fall. How leaden they light on
the ear of husband and father impov-
erished in the service and bound to the
wheel! How was he to offer rest and
change to any of his brood? If rest
and change could have saved the life
of his beloved wife, how could he have
won it for her?
.''I've given Constance soothing medi-
cine. Better not disturbe her tonight, ~
said the doctor, as he left; so Morgan
venturad not to bend over bis sleeping
child, fearful of breaking the spell
Yet at dawn, when the little battalion
of foot marched off to Butte, she was
up and at the window, importuning
him for latest news from the front.
Hours that morning he had to be at the
office, for. dispatches were coming in
thick and fast, ordering ordnance
stores and ammunition sent hither and
yon, and up to noon nothing whatever
was heard from Winthrop's command,
and the big eyes that questioned him,
when he came to kiss Comics white
forehead, were trimmed with mourning
circles, as though already she believed
him gone and for him mutely wore her
weeds. At three p. NJ. came dispatch
fram Rhett, six miles out from Pawnee,
en- r,olte for the Mini Ska, dated at
twelve: Report of killing of officer
and orderly untrue. Lieut.. Thornton's
horse accidentally shot while scouting.
No other casualties heed OF. Win
throp reported forty miles nort---,ast q
Painted Lodge already
Morgan took this over home at once.
Mrs. Woods, bonny little army wife
and mother that she was, came from
Comics room, and to her he gave the
message. He would not permit anyone
to think he supposed his child could be,
at her tender age, und1ly interested in
the fate of any man. Yet he found
himself listening at the foot of the
stairs Would she cry out in relief and
joy? No; whatsoever she might have
betrayed to him, Constance was on her
guard now. She was her mothers
daughter for ''pure grit said he.
;s.Conuie i. so glad it wasn't true, !"
called Mrs. Woods, tossing the brown
paper down the stairs. ''She wants to
know when You are coming up to see
her?"
after while," answered he. Il
must go to the storehouse first" He
fastened to his stock of arms and NUM-
tons Of war, thinking little of them. 1t
must be owned thinking little OF any
thing just now but Connie. Not yet
sixteen, an innocent, ignorant, garri-
son-bred girl, yet 80 like her mother in
her own girlhood, 80 gentle. unselfish,
thoughtful fol. others; could it be that
all unsought she should have given her
girlish heart to the bright-eyed, merry
young fellow who had SO suddenly left
them, and that it was known noted
by other? II not, why should Rhett
have taken all the trouble to send that
message telling of Thornton's safety?
Sorrow, trial, trouble Of nearly every
Kind had come to him during the last
year or so, but this was something go
utterly unlocked for. What could he
do? What should he do?
At the storehouse, the ordnance ser
geant, aided by one u two semi-in-
yalided TROOPERS, was packing cavalry
equipments e De sent to = distant com