Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-07-13

three DAYS ago-loved his profession
would rather be a soldier than railway
magnate, wouldn't swap his commission
for a million in the four per cents. feoch
him along"
And between them. half laughing,
half SYMPATHETIC the two officers con
vowed their Junior toward the shaded
veranda where were seated Mrs Lane
Miss Marshall and other ladies busy with
their needleworlS and probable gossip.
Miss Wharton was of the party, ana
there were two or three callers. Ihey
had noted the colonel's soldierly figure
as he tramped across tho parade, ana
were quick to see the two officers coming
along the gravel walk Mrs. Lane hall
rose. and smiling brightly babe them
enter. Forage caps were raised III &C
acknowledgement and salutations eXchang-
ed. but the trio hung outside. The ma
ior by this time was talking vehemently'
Lane was looking grave and ANXIOUS
The same perpleXed expression was on
his face that had been noted at the break
fast table when reading that letter just
before Miss MarShalls entrance the day
before. Hearn's face was clOuded.
How can they encourage Maj. Ken
yon to be dilating on his pet hobby!
petulantly exclaimed Mrs. Graves. "He
is the most pessimistic, cynical, prosy
old crank in the whole service, and Will
bore them to death. There, now he's
backed them up against the fence, ana
there is no hope for them. Do come III
here out of the hot sunshine, Maj. Ken
Won; you can harangue all you like here
Just as we'll" But Kenyon paid no at
tention to his fair comrade of the infant
nv, For wears the women of the til
foot had made common cause against
him despite the fact that he was one OF
their most devoted admirers. When
Mrs. Lane again called to them to come
in and sit on the veranda, however, the
captain calmly took his two friends by
the elbows and steered them through
the gate Another moment and the
ladies were settling back in their seats,
md the major had the floor.
Yes, Mrs. Lane, am crank. as my
good friend Mrs. Graves has doubtless
told YOU; l have reason to be, and the
cranks wound up today. Your husband
and Hearn here have been combating
nv views about the liability of tn.
army as vocation, and | crave yoE-:
pardon. Miss Marshall for talking
shop"
I'm deeply interested, Maj. Kenyon,
responded that young lady. "Go Oh,
beg of you.
"Well. my views are founded on long
experience. and not the very pleasantest.
| sav-and say it after years of refiec-
tion-that the more "a man may love his
profession, the better soldier he Is, tn
more Jealous of the honor and reputa-
ton of his cloth. the less can he afford
to take position in the army Of the
United States. Why? Why, because
the great mass Of the people have NJ
conception whatever of the duties that
devolve upon us, of the life we Lead OF
the trials we encounter.
I'm time Of peace they think they have
no use whatever for an army, and de-
clare that we do nothing but loaf and
drink and gamble. They are taught to
think so by the press Of our great cities,
and, never having Il chance to see the
truth for themselves. they accept the
views of their journalists. who really
know no more aboutit than they do, but
do not hesitate to announce as fact what
exists only in their imagination. Ever
since the war these attacks i'll the papers
have gradually increased from year to
year Now. my home is i'll Chicago,
and, naturally. | read the Chicago pa
pers. was five years tramping, scout
ing, diminishing all through Arizona and
Wyoming, without ever seeing the inside
of city or even of a railway car. We
lived on bareback and bacon and what
we could pick up when we couldn't get
them. We lost many IA good soldier i'll
Indian battle during that time, and at
last got wound that laid me up and
sent me home. | hadn't seen the place
in seven years. NY bOyhood had been
spent there.
PrSl RF CONTINUED,
NapOeOn's Memory.