Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-07-27

to help. even when our inclinations
would lead. And then. however much
we believed IN Hearn's story and Schon-
berg's rascality. who could prove it,
who did prove it, asked Miss Mar
shall, after pause,
well. no one that | know of. All we
know is that Schonberg was glad to drop
the matter three years ago when Capt
Rawlins first tackled the case. Hearn
saws he has never alluded to it from that
time to this until the fellows language
today; but that was only some vague
drunken threat"
But if. on the contrary, 1t should
prove that he meant to make more trou-
bic for Mr. Hearn, asked Miss Marshall
lis Capt Rawlins here"
by JOve.' exclaimed the captain,
starting suddenly to his feet, his face
growing as suddenly grave and sad,
that possibly explains the letter that
came to me Yesterday morning | was
reading it as you came down to break
fast-a low. anonymous thing, ard i
burned it. Now wish had kept that. -
About Mr.. Hearn, was IT." asked
Mrs. Lane anxiously.
Yes; and now can begin to under
stand it, too. Miss Marshall" said he,
turning impressively toward her, your
question goes to the very bottom Of this
case The friend who blocked their
game three years ago is gone; Rawlins
was killed in the last campaign III Ari-
IONA"
ooh, Fred" cried Mrs Lane. And
was there no one else who had helped
Mr.. Hearn?'
mo one but our old Rawlins, Mabel;
and of all men to help him now ne would
have been the most valuable here with
our new colonel, for he and Morris had
been devoted and intimate friends in war
days. and am told the colonel was deeply
cut mp by the news of RaWlins death.
There WAS something romantic about
their early friendship. Capt. Rawlins
was a widower whose wife had died
within few years of her marriage. and
[ have heard that both he and Morris
when young officers were in love with
her. but that she had chosen Rawlins."
But. Capt Lane" said Miss Marshall 8,
whose thoughts seemed less fixed upon
the romantic than upon the practical
side of the case, ''surely Mr. Hearn has
receipts III full for this amount?'
Il so understood him. Miss Marshall;
and vet [ do not know the nature of the
papers to which he refers. / think he
said that he had her letter; but that is of
less value now.
"And Why" asked Miss Marshall.
Because the widow married Schon-
berg
"'Then must the Jew be merciful, "
quoted Miss Marshall
And for few moments not another
word was spoken. 1t was that young
lady herself who broke the silence:
Perhaps you think me unduly appre-
hensive, Capt. Lane. That mans face
made "a powerful impression upon me
when | saw him today. and perhaps Ma
bel has told yOu something of my own
experience i'll trying to retrieve my ia
theirs fallen fortunes when he was too
old and broken to do anything for him
self. / learned then the worthlessnesa
OF spoken words, and that nothing but
written contracts and receipts were bind
ing"
She had hardly ceased speaking when
TIE gate was heard to swing on its rusty
hinges, resol tie step creaked across the
piazza, and somebody WAS fuinbling at
the bell knob.
"Who can that be at this hour of the
night" asked Mrs Lane. as the captain
went to the door. The bolts We're drawn
swept in. causing the lamps to suddenly
flare and smoke.
PLEASE, sir, is the doctor here a
voice was heard to ask.
mo" answered Lane. Whats want
ed? He left here about twenty minutes
ago. Have you been to his quarters:'
Yes, sir; and they told me he YVES
here, at Capt. Lanes. Corp. Brent is
took worse, sir, and the steward thinks
the doctor ought to see him. He's wild
like and raving.
Mabel dear, I'll be back in "A mo-
ment, said Lane, reappearing at the
parlOr door. Don't wait for me: I'm
going to see if the doctor is at Hearn's.
They Went away together Corp. Brent
is reported worse"
Throwing his cavalry ''circular" over
his shoulders Lane stepped forth into
the night 1t was moonless and pitchy
dark, The lamps around the quad
rangle were burning brightly, but hard
ly sufficed to illumine more than a
small sphere in the surrounding gloom.
Across the wide valley a distant rudy
spark showed where some farm home
stead was still alive; and far away to
the westward the electric lights, SWING