The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-10-06

ssLu Befehl, Herr RlJGmelSCer, before
he could catch himself and blurt out:
''Ca-Capitan.' His gloved hand re-
NAMED, Prussian fashion. in salute.
'sSckramm. hate to lose you from
the troop, but would you care to go to
Lieut.. Morgan's as orderly?"
81, Herr Rittmeister?''
The roll of the RS was almost like
that of drum. The blood mounted to
his cheeks. He stammered. looked ut
terly bewildered. stumbled, and be-
tween embarrassment and sense of suit
ordination stood meekly mute.
/ Don't you want to go?" asked Man
! ming.
''Bitte. Herr Captain, unless hat it
to do
ooh, no, by no means. supposed
you'd really like it, said Manning. II
would much rather you didn't. That's
ALL" And Schramm nearly fell over
! himself in the effort to salute and face
about in foot-deep drift and escape
before the Herr Rittmeister might
change his mind. Whom can we send,
sergeant? I want good, steady man,
for Mr.. Morgan is far from mending."
"Well, sir, there's Penner; he amt
good for nothing else
And so it came to pass that Penner, a
mild-mannered, moony young barba-
rian, went gladly to duties with which
he was far more familiar than the
grooming of frolicsome steeds and the
tramping of lonely sentry-posts. And
Schramn, redoubling the assiduity of
his attention to military duties, none
the less kept up his frequent visits to
the Morgans' quarters, modestly pre-
senting himself at the rear door and
laboriously inquiring how the Herr
Lieutenant had passed the night and
whether he could do aught to serve
him during the day. Penner was soon
sufficiently domesticated to answer
these queries himself, but not infre-
Quently Constance came to answer
the soldiers knock, and then at sight
of the gnadige Fraulein Schramm's
manner would become simply extrava-
giant in precision and Difference. With
in the week after he declined the place
the soldiers were saying Schramm
wouldn't be dog-robber. but was boss
certain it was that Penner owed much
of his usefulness to the suggestions of
his better-informed countryman. Mean
time, Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Woods
were doing all that lay in their power
to help about the house, and another
| loving woman, who devoted two hours
each morning to the lessons of her own
little ones, had induced Constance to
send Lot and Billy to her as recruits in
the kindergarten; and the officers,
dropping in each evening to cheer the
old man up bit, still striving to hold
from him the fact that the treasury
department had proved deaf to all mar
tial appeals in his behalf were made
glad one bitter evening by dispatch
from the Wolverine senator. The old
Michigan brigade had still "a pull
and Tintop himself went whistine~
down the line to tell Morgan the glad
news that he had friends at court.
"Bill of relief for Morgan will be
presented, wired the magnate. MEAN
time: no stoppage allowed"
"Wbo could have fixed this for me?'
asked Morgan, gratefully, with glisten-
ing eyes.
ooh, your friends at home did it,
answered Tintop, promptly, with par
! donable thought Of how much stirring
the friends at the front had first to do.
"What they ought to stir about now is
to help you with these-these--oth
claims: don't mean pay them for you,
of course-you wouldn't want them to
do that--but fix it SO that you could
| capitalize 'e1n some way; raise little
fund that you could repay at SO much
! month with six per cent. interest, and
then: wipe out all these pressing
things"
Poor Morgan: his first thought had
been that now he could order a suit
able headstone for Carries lonely
grave.
CHAPTER III.
The winter went out in storm and
buster. The springtide set in with re-
| luctant flow. The prairie wastes,
swept clean by furious gales in March,
rerobed in glistening white in April,
peeped forth through ragged rents in
their fleecy mantle at the soft touch of
the south wind, then, lulled by the
plash of warm summer shower. went to
sleep one evening late in May, still
thinly yelled in white, and when the
rosy breath of Weakening dawn stole
family over the grassy pillows, 10! all
in a night the face Of nature had
changed, and the foothills met the
sunshine clothed in fairest. freshest
green. Who can welcome spring as
could the exiles of the old days on the
frontier? How those fair women, those
restless little ones, seemed to glow and
gladden. after the long, long months Of
seclusion when, snowbound, they were
peDned within the stockade Or limited
to the sentry lines of some struggling
prairie post. Now swarming forth
like bees they came to greet the sun
shine, the softening air, the tiny,
shrinking little flowers trembling in
the breeze along the southwark slopes,
and one exquisite morning late in May,
perched on the very verge of the steep
bluff overlooking the stream, Con-