The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1895-01-04

all / could stagger under. It's only
worse and more of it." And here this
forty-year-o1d fatalist turned away and
buried his bearded face in his hands,
And now, few weeks later, with
hole in his shoulder and fever in his
veins, Mr.. Morgan was being borne
along homeward in mule-litter, hope
less and sick at heart, totally uncon-
seious of the fact that one man at least
in the long dusty column looked up to
him with an enthusiastic gratitude,
even while looking down on him from
the saddle. Schramm's right leg had
been shot through midway between
ankle and knee, but the fracture was
simple, and the wounded limb was
skillfully dressed, set in splints, and
Schramm rode in litter a week or
two, as ordered. then his Teutonic
prayers took effect on the Herr Wun-
dartz," and he was allowed to swing
the leg over the handsome roam his cap
tain had promised he should have again
as soon as he was able to straddle the
beast and settle the question why he
had named him Bredow. We had little
or no time for war history III the cav
airy in those days.
Morgan could not but note how at
fectionately Schramm's blue eyes
would beam upon him and how full of
anxious sympathy were his frequent
inquiries as to whether there were not
something he could do for the Herr
Lieutenant. They sent the two, with
others, in together to the old fort on
the railway, and Schramm, whose
wound was the more serious, was
much the sooner recovered, and bust
ling around as though nothing had
happened, while the veteran lieuten-
ant, whose hurt was slight, seemed I'M
able to rally. There are wounds that
sap the vital forces worse than knife or
bullet. Morgan was fretting himself
to death. He broke down utterly when
Old Tintop, month later, came in to
see him on his arrival at the post.
what can / do, colonel?' he moaned.
81 am too old to resign and try to find
employment at home. There's no
room for crippled dragons there. Yet
creditors are bounding me, my pay
may be stopped any minute to settle
this commissary business, and then
. what will become of my children?"
1t was too much for Tintop. He had
in his desk that moment the fatal paper
received from Washington. 1t was
all very well for the board of survey
| and the department commander to ex-
| onerate Lieut.. Morgan from blame,
but the watch-dogs of the treasury
couldn't allow him to drop that seven
hundred and fifty dollars. There was
| 1T hot ho h.
robbers, in fact, deserving recruits en-
route to the mines, were easily over
hauled by experienced frontiersmen
who ''lit out" in pursuit the moment
the affair was heard of. twas scandal
Gus on the part of ''tenderfoot toughs''
from the far east to rob an army dis
bursting oficer-and expect to get away
with the swag. Buckskin Joe, Lop-
sided Pete, and other local celebrities
lost little time in overhauling the
Bowery gang and recovering such val
uables as they had; but who was to
overhaul Joe and Pete? The auditor
said Mr.. Morgan ought to have kept
that money in the safe. The depart
ment commander, striving to aid a
! good soldier, pointed out that they
didn't carry safes when on Indian cam
paigns; if they did, they would even
less frequently catch the Indians. But
it availed nothing. What did the treas
ury department care whether Indians
were caught or not? Mr.. Morgan was
held to have violated the spirit of his
instructions in thu ne went to Capt.
Stone in town to turn over the money,
instead of waiting for Capt. Stone to
come to him. Then the general pointed
out that Morgan was ordered to march
with the command at daybreak, and
therefore had to turn over the money
that night. But the bureau officials
couldn't see it. Let Lieut.. Morgan get
bill of relief through congress, said
the pragmatic official, well knowing
that such bills are the outcome Of in
fuence, not innocence. The colonel
went to the Office, and by way of com.
forting himself for the weakness which
prompted him to blow his nose and
wipe his eyes very often before leaving
Morgan, and to kiss Connie and Lot
several times after, pitched into Mr.
Gray, his perennial chopping-block
and Gray, finding meelsness and silence
not what was needed, fired back. They
exchanged vollcys a minute, Gray hav
ing all the advantage of sense and the
colonel of sound, and ended, as usual