Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-04-19

or the missouri nnce my bapyhood, -
answers Wing. Fan writes that her
aunt has a lovely house on what they
call the North Side-near the great
waterworks at the lake front"
"I know the neighborhood well, "
says Drummond. Chicago is as ia
miliar to me as San Francisco was to
you. Only-I have no roof to call my
own anywhere, and as soon as Puss Is
married shall not have. q relative or
friend on earth who is not much moro
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
the broad brim Of his campaign hat
down over his eyes. "What do you
hear from your mother, Wingf"
Nothing new. Bless the dear old
ladyi You should have seen her hap
piness in Harvey. She could hardly
bear to let the little fellow out Of her
arms, and how she cried and clung to
him when we parted at the Oakland
wharfi Poor little motherI She has
never given up the hope of seeing that
scapegraoe Of an uncle of mine again. {"
HAS she 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 @ troop. What chain
of disastersl Lost their leaders and
three of their best men, lost their rem
devious at Moreno's, lost horses and
mules-for what our men didn't get
the Apaches did-and won absolutely
nothing except the "a hour possession
of a safo they hadn't time 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 the medal of honor, Murphy
his sergeantcy, Walsh and Latham med
ais and corporalships, and the only fell
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 l ex-
pect?"
"What else' ?" is Wings impulsive
rejoinder. Then, as though mindful
of some admonition, quietlng at once
and speaking in tone less suggestive,
"Well, in your case suppose you can
be content with nothing, but bless me
If / could" Then, suddenly rising and
respectfully touching his weather beat
en- hat, he salutes a stoutly built, sol
dierly looking man IN 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 tho battalion, most
of whose members. however, wear no
coat at all.
"Hullo, Wing-didn't mean to dis
turb your siesta-Drummond here! 2"
says the commander in his offhand
way, and at sound OF the we'll known
voice Drummond, too, is on his feet in
a twinkling.
"Seen the papers that came in to-
day?" queries the colonel, obliterating
from his sentences all verbal superfui-
ties.
"Not yet, sir; any news?'
HI to pay in Chicago, SO far as
heard from. Tho railway strike has
taken firm hold there. Police and mi
litia both seem unable to do anything
against the mob, and the authorities
are stampeded. Your home. isn't it,"
SIT was once, sir, but that was many
a long year ago."
"W-e-ell," says the colonel reflect
lively, stroking his grizzled beard, it's
my belief there is worse to come. It
isn't the striking railway hands that
will do the mischief, but every time
there's a strike all the thieves and
thugs and blackguards in the commu
nifty turn out. That's what happened
in Pittsburg that's what's the matter
in Chicago. It looks to me as though
the plea for regular troops would have
to be granted.
"Think we can get there, sir?" asks
Wing eagerly.