The Forrest City times., 1894-10-19
REsT CITY, ARK, FRIDAY AFTERNOON. OCTOBER 1s. 1894

when he heard that the man had be. come delirious. He sent champagne up for him, that being his idea of m amende honorable. Having carried this hop through. Barton was too wise to risk another: he rested on his laurels.
 But some things can never be fore- seen, least of all what an enlisted man may do. The fever patient had a chum, who thought it his duty to go bout the world fighting what he con- sidered wrong: he was German, and the garrison correspondent of Ger man newspaper in the city near by. He wrote mp a most pathetic account of the heartless butterflies of fashion who danced and rollicked despite dying man in the next room. 1t made very nice little tale, calculated to bring tears to any eyes So does a small thing travel. A doctor of the town. young and aspiring to public notice and advancement. read in an idle moment this narrowing story; burning with sense of the poor sol [dier's wrongs. he cut out the slip and sent it with his own name in con- spicuous place. to the powers that be at Washington.
 One day Barton was called by the commandant's orderly from the peace ful perusal of note from the incest girl, with the request to go to the ad- iutant's office. as the c. O. wished to see him. Barton stuck the little note in his pocket--the one nearest his heart--and sallied forth without thought.of harm. He even felt so se- cure that he planned how he should say certain thing to the incest girl. He had just hit upon splendid speech when he reached the office, and was beamingly happy. a
 Fifteen minutes later he came out from the C. O.'s presence sadder but n wiser man. He had been reprimand- ed severely reprimanded; had had it pointed out to him that he was heartless brute; that he had sacrificed a sick man to his own whims The colonel grew quite touching as he painted the poor private's miseries Barton reflected that he wished the commandants child hadn't broken its arm He felt that it was the broken arm, not the soldiers fever, which ranked in the colonels breast.
 Subdued and angered, Barton walked back to his quarters He would re-read the note to calm his ruffied spirits, and would then go over to ask the incest girl the question he had planned It took him half an hour to work up the necessary courage, and then he sallied forth.
 The incest girl sat upon the vine covered porch, a novel in her hands, but her blue eyes filled with tears and looking at space. Somehow, Barton's spirits fell They went still lower when her only greeting was look of reproach He had made up his mind, however, and, with consummate want of tact, asked the carefully planned question.
 Then the blue eyes of the incest girl let fall their tears She re- preached him, sobbingly. How could he, a man who had almost committed murder, dare to ask her such-such thing? Why had he never told her of that poor man with the fearful fever? She never would have danced, know ing of it. Oh. he was heartless, cruel. She could never marry man so bad, so unkind as that Never. neverl never!
 In vain did Barton explain and plead, she would not listen and she knew he was a wicked man; she won- dered why she had not found it out be- fore; she had-oh. she had liked him little bit. and now to find out. Oh' dear. She put her handkerchief before her eyes and ran into the house, drop ping her book.
 The lieutenant picked it up and looked absently at the title: ''The End of a Romance He wondered if this were the end, he wondered if it had been a romance at all. or only com edy. Then he laid the novel on the chair and walked down the steps, still wondering-w wondering if that hop had been a bowling success. ss.-Gwendolen Oyerton. in San Francisco Argonaut.