The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-04-28

was not properly detailable for any such
fatigue duty. By 10 o'clock, however, it
was apparent to more than one present
that he was drinking more liquor aid had
it concealed, probably, somewhere about
the premises or in his overcoat. Rorke
warned him and got a sullen reply. Not
a minute after, although strict orders had
been given against smoking, because OF
the fiimsy nature of the structure and the
large quantity of inflammable material
scattered about, he precipitated an excite
ment. Right in the entrance of the hall a
big square box had just been placed by two
of the men, and Crow Knife was carefully
removing the lid when Graice, lurchlng
in from the dressing-room with bundle
of greens, stumbled against the edge OF
the case, and dropping his burden with a
savage curse he drew back his heavily
booted foot as though to let drive furious
kick.
Instantly the Indian interposed. Don't
kick p he said. ''Hold your hoof there p
shouted Rorke, and others OF the men
Joined in their cry of warning. Wonder
ingly he looked about him on the quickly
gathered group, swaying bit unsteadily
even now.
"Why not?" he scowlingly, sullenly,
thickly asked. "What harms there kick
ing a rattlebox that's almost broken my
shin? What's the matter with you fellows,
anyhow" ,4
inside of it That's Colonel Farrar's picture
Gods praise to him for the finest soldier
that liver rode at the head of the Twelfth. u
'That Colonel Farrar's picture? ?" muttered
the man, in strange, half-awed, half-de-
fant manner. ''Well, l swear, that's
that's queer" And then, in some odd,
nervous abstraction, he whipped out
cigar, and the next thing they knew. had
Enrh ta1 Oh ha fpua ND tncgpd fam.
ing paper among the sweepings on the
floor Instantly there was rush, tramp
ling of feet, and just as Rorke wrathfully
had collared the stupefied man, Lieutenant
Farrar burst in upon the scene, stamping
out the few remaining sparks and then
turning angrily upon the group:
who dropped that fire? Who | say?''
he repeated, for, in soldier silence, the men
had stood to attention, but, true to soldier
ethics, would tell no tales. Don't lei
that happen again, corporal, he went on.
sternly. "You knew well enough what a
fire would mean hereabouts with the can
non powder stored in the tower yonder
Remember the orders-the guardhouse fol
the first man fooling with lire. 60 on with
your work" And then, as the men turned
silently away and Terry stood there look.
ing abashed and troubled at the implied
rebuke, Will sought to soften the effect
why, you're doing great work here, cor
poral; the old place is wearing Christmas
dress and no mistake"
cit is, Masther WILL" said Rorke, de-
lightedly.
7'Masther Will" repeated Farrar, indig-
nantly. "On my soul, Rorke, you
81 beg the lieutenant's pardon" said
Terry, all contrition and soldierly respect
"But I've known him such few weeks as
lieutenant and so many and many long
year as Masther Will"
"That'n do, corporal. Have the picture
in its place as soon as you can. Mother
will be over here to look at il"
Eyes, mas-yes, sor."
And again as Will turned angrily to re-
buke the poor fellow there was gathering
of the men at the window looking out
upon the parade and something was said
about lady slipping on the ice, which
carried Will away like shot, Two strides
took him to the door, one glance sent him
rushing to the rescue. 1t was Miss Ormsby.
And then, while some of the men went