Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1895-07-06

winch the barkeeper somewhat grudg-
ingly set before them. Brodie took a
good look at the pair. bat, as they care
fully refrained from showing their faces,
he remained but moment at the door
way, and then. with u dissatisfied shake
of the head, turned and walked over to-
ward the garrison.
The trumpet was loudly pealing order
" call few minutes later as the men
came marching up from stables, their
sabers clanking and their spurred heels
rinIing along the road. The instant the
ranks were broken in front of the bar
racks a rush was made by dozens of thei,
number for the cool refreshment of the
traders beer, and the bar was speedily
crowded with their stalwart, dust Gov
cred forms and ringing with their jovial
voices Some of them looked askance at
the strangers, but Schonberg assumed an
air of joyous good fellowship.
Just in time, boys" he called aloud.
Come right up and have it with me.
Here. Billy, ask all these gentlemen to
take glass of beer. | always swore by
the cavalry, anyhow; didn't |, Billy:
That's right, boys; fill em all up; and
when you get into town come around
and see my place And with that he
began distributing printed business cards
among them.
Some of the men accepted the cards
and the proffered hospitality; others
seemed to hang back. One or two non
commissioned officers drew away to one
side by themselves and signaled to the
barkeeper that they wished to be served
privately and not included in the Israel
ties treat
Meantime Capt. Brodie had gone in
search of the commanding officer. The
roll of the drum and the peal of the
trumpet sounding mess call speedily
emptied the bar of the blue bloused
throng. But Mr.. Schonberg and his
companion had been drinking just
enough to be aggressively hOspitable.
The next thing that Kirby knew the
former was lurching around the build
ing with his friend in tow. and to his
consterna ion made as straight as his
legs would permit for the Goor of the
officers club room. Three or four of
the young gentlemen were still there.
slipping ''shandv@atf" and glancing
through the papers. These looked up in
evident surprise ut the flushed features
and f1ashy attire of the stranger who SD
confidently and jovially entered, his
companion following closelyln his wake.
"G'mornin' gen'lem'n," exclaimed Mr..
Schonberg. holding forth a pudgy hand
and beaming effusively upon Lieut.. Lee.
welcome to Fort Ryan, gen'lem'n.
Permit me to 'ntr'duce m'self, Mr.. Levi
Schonberg, n this my partic-ic-l'r
frien' Mr. AbramS-Mr. Abrams, of Chi
cago, gen'lem'n. Miss'r Abrams. THIS
my frien'-Lieuten'n t-I-I didn't catch
y'r name, sir"
My name is Lee" said that young
man shortly, and withdrawing the hand
of which Mr.. Schonberg had possessed
himself
Lee Lieut.. Lee. of the Eleventh cav
airy. Mr. Abrams. Genlen II, | knew
all your eriens Of the TIL Il at was here
We were intimate, all of us, and-eX-
cuse me. l didn't catch y-your name,
sir turning now ON Lieut.. Martin.
''Gen'lell'n. we're just going to open a
quart bOttle-my 'Xpense. Here, Billy,
you son of gun. bring in the cham
payne glasses-the best you've got.
Pommery Sec-Pommery Secs my wine,
gen'lem'n, but if You prefer any other
s-say So W-w-what will You have, Mr..
MIR. -
Il don't drink at all, thank YOU said
Mr.. Wallace briefly. Come, Martin,
going up to luncheon?" he said, turning
shortly from the pair of invaders.
Don't go yet, gen'lem'n. Just one
CLASH champagne-good fellowship. you
know. Hope l don't fend?'
Not a particle, sir: not a PARTICLE
said Martin. "Only you will have to
excuse us. We can't drink and shoot
too, you know. We've got to be OF
the rife range in half an hour. Com
ing. Lee?" Mr.. Lee had risen and was
about to move. when Mr. Schonberg
threw his arm over the young gentle
mans shoulders, striving to detain him.
. Kindly remove your arm, Mr.. -
Mr.. - whatever your name may be-
said Lee. his brows knitting and his
mouth setting angrily. Il object to
drinking champagne in the morning,
and to being embraced by strangers at