Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-08-03

copyright. 1890, by J. B. Lippncott Company
Philadelphia, and published by special arrange
nent with them.l
MY God! those papers are gone
Look in your trunk, man. said Lane
kindly; ''don't give up yet while Ken
lyon himself began a search on his own
account in the now disOrdered desk.
"Was this always kept locked when
you went out, Hearn2' asked the major.
Surely such important papers ought not
ITO be left lying around loose"
, Locked? Yes. At least | never was
away for any time without locking it.
Sometimes, just going out to receive
reports at roll call, L would not lock up
for who would want to rob A poor fel.
low of papers of no value to any one but
the owner"
The major looked grave. Lanes face
was full of anxiety, which he hardly
knew how to conceal. Both well knew
the almost universally careless habits of
the bachelor officers in garrison. Their
doors are never locked; their rooms are
empty half the time. and their pocket
books empty ordinarily as their rooms:
their books. papers. desks. even trunks,
almost always lying unguarded about
the premises. Servants and Orderlies
move from house to house unquestlOned,
and the rear doors are unfastened day
and night. 1--WE have nothing worth
stealing" is the general theory, $50 why
bother about locking an empty stable"
"Who Is your servant asked Ken
yOn brusquely.
"Our black boy, Jake He has taken
care of my rooms and traps for three
years, and works for Wallace and Mar
tin. too He's as honest a niger as ever
! lived; has been with the regiment longer
: than | have"
Yes; Jake isn't half a bad boy. But
of the prenises?'
Not soul Jake himself is rarely
Slerc except when at work"
There was moments silence. The
major presently sauntered over and tried
the door leading to the dining room.
Here is the key if you want to go in
there said Hearn. Il have kept all
the rooms locked since Blauvelt left ex-
cept this one and my bedroom upstairs.
The back door is locked. too. Jake al
ways comes in the front way. l don't
suppose any one has come through the
kitchen since the day the captains fam
lily left"
Didn't Welsh have to come here for
his traps" asked Lane.
Yes: but he was under guard at the
time-had a sentinel over him-and both
Jake and | were here. He took nothing
out of this house but his own personal be-
longings, and never entered this room at
all that day. couldn't help it, but after
seeing him with Schonberg today the
first explanation of my loss that occur
ked to me moment ago was-Welsh.
Yet how could he have been the mani"
There was another moment of silence.
Lane stood thoughtfully examining the
lock of the desk, then strolled into the
hall and tried the key of the front door.
As he stood there under the swinging
lamp the clink of an infantry sword was
heard at the gate and the voice Of Capt.
Brodie.
What are you youngsters doing at
this hour of the peaceful night? Come
out here and worship nature and visit
sentries for me. Oh. beg your pardon,
Lane: | thought it must be some of the
boys"
Mai. Kenyon and have been keep
ing Hearn awake was the answer.
I'VE are just going"
Hello, Brodie." quoth the major, as
he, too came forth. Have you been to
see how Brent ISL
''Delirious, I'm told. Only the doctor
and steward are with him. was just
waiting for - o'clock to go down and
stir up the sentries. There ought to be
none but calvalry officers of the day at
this post, by Jove! 50 that they could
ride around among those outside sen
tries. It's too far for Christian to
walk twice in twenty-fOur hours. Thank
God, there's the call now
At the first words from the lips of the
sentry at the guard house the lamps at
n the two western gates were promptly
v distinguished, and then the forms of two
men could be discerned fitting from
post to post, extinguishing each lamp in
turn. Soon the entire quadrangle was
wrapped i'll total darkness, and the silent
STARS cleaned all the more brilliantly in
z she unclouded sky. Far over to the
westward the reflection of the electric
lights, pallid, sickly glare upon the
heavens, suddenly faded into nothing
ness.
That's the first time the town clock
and ours have been so close together
since my coming to the garrison. Where
did we get this custom of dousing the