Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1896-01-31
TlG Mysterious Private.

teIndpS IL was panty "'i i""''
or may be it was all his fault. Any
way, they had Just had a quarrel
one of those unpleasant littl'
affairs in which neither one or th'
other will give in or Acknowledge
being IN the wrong, but thiuks i
the duty Of the other, equally
hlsmeless participants, of course
to first say, 81 am sorry" And Il
was their first quarrel, too.
Then he falls back to the ole
resort and says, "Tm going to the
clab.' He gets his hat and coal
aud is about to open the door tC
step out, when she half repents
and asks him not to so. but to stay
at home with her, sat least one
evening in the week" But he Is
either obstinate to her appeal OF
does not hear her, for he closed the
door with bang and LETT bel
alone, to return, perhaps at mid'
night, perhaps at dawn. Then SIZE
takes the usual course, throws
herself on a lounge and cries.
lie goes directly to the club
There he meets a few of his friends
aud they sit down for a Sa oke
perpetrators to the nights excite
ment at the poker ,aOle Thu
they sit tor perhaps half an hour,
when the entrance of rather tat
Individual seems To create qulle a
cOmmotiOn among the smokers lie
is beSieged on the right aud left to
come and join them IN their smoke
and Robert Lingdon wonders who
Is the rather stout individual who
enjoys such popularity. "Ma. OF
Hunt, one of the most capital story
telers we have had for some tlme,"
answers one of his friends, IN reply
to the laughing query OF L LlngdOn
await until you hear one of his
stories; you will think so, too"
"MsjOr, tAis is my friend Lang
don"
The ueJ)r has hardly made him
self comfortable before he is asked
to tell one of his stories, and attel
a while yields 10 the entreatles o.
the crowd and begins:
"There is not an armv post il
tue country, nor iO the world
which has not some little romance
interviewer 10 its history. Bul
one which l especially remember
is one IN which the faithfulpess OF
a woman, as will call it, played
such an important part as to fix tht
story in my miud forever.
"It was about five years ago, al
a western fort, that this incid EN-
happened. We had there a yOuns
private who came from the cas-
somewhere. never did fild ouI
exactly where he did come from
and have even forgotten his nam
nov. He seemed to be an indiffer
ent sort of fellow, rarely jOinin|
the rest of the men in their lark J
and keeping pretty much to him
self. lie was a handsome yOunl
man, too, nearly six feet tall, if
remember correctly. IL was his
mysterious manners which mace
us wonder what he did with hi Z.
self during his spare moments
that is, hen his time was not re
quired by Uncle Sam. We tried il
vain to fnd out. All that we cOult
ever learn OF him was that he wa
in his mess room during these in
tervals. and his companion soldier
said, sHe reads and reads all the
time that's all. Army life did no
seem to agree with hun very much
and we could not see why no eve
entered into it. Still there was u,
one in the fort that had ncr,
enough to ask bin the question
we were so anxious to have an
swered. lie was the one mysleI.
of the fort. Perhaps you vii
wonder why we officers shoalt
take any interest in a common
private, bat before am througl
you Will zee why that was.
"what was also mystery to u
was how he managed to becOm,
we'll enough acquainted with th
qnartermastei's daughter to b
seen occasionally out walking wit
her. Her name, you must remem
Der distinctly, is GeneVieye Hutle