Daily camera., 1897-01-27

hIpSS " DIS tIlNCu " ttlii dSoSi pioii
by having had to serve under such
brutes. She declared she would starve
rather than eat under the same roof
with Lieut.. Lambert, insisted on stay
ing. in her mothers room and being
served there, and was conspicuous by
her absence from the table for the first
As hours since Lambert's admittance,
despite Esther's pleading and Barton's
ridicule. ''You may think it fine to take
money from such people, Mrs. Scroggs,'
she declared, with high dis
dain ''but you never would if moh
was well enough to know whut was 60
ing on" (Moh is the only alpha betical
combination that I can think of which
even approximately represents Miss
Kate's pronunciation of the term by
which she was accustomed to refer to
her mother). But if Miss Kate were in
dignant before, she was simply furious
when her married sister responded,
with exaspemting calm:
''And yet you took Mr.. Lambert's
money in payment for your butter,
Katesie."
''Ah didn't. How day-ah you say 30,
Esthuh? 1t was Mr.. Riggs
''Floyd says it wasn't. Floyd says
that man had not had cent for three
weeks. You know yourself it was Mr..
Lambert there at the fence both nights.
and you know WIZ that wretch couldn't
have been there"
"Ah'll wuhk every fnguh to the bone,
then, till it's paid back" cried Miss Wal
ton. "An' it was mean an contempt
ible an cowuhdly in him to fawce it on
me as he did-to listen to whut wasn't
meant fo' his yuhs at ALL BY his
"yuhs" Miss Walton meant those or
gans of hearing that lay so close under
The brown curls on either side of Mr..
LaInbert's shapely head-ears which
she could giiaa.!lv have ninched, or
tweaked, or even banged, in her wrath
at that moment. The hard earned, long
expected five dollars had been sent to
town and expended before this sisterly
conference took place, or beyond doubt
Miss Katesie would have hurled it back
at.the donor when he came SO springily
up the walk that crisp December even
ing.
Two days later brought a long letter
from Floyd written from the barracks
at New Orleans. He was not confined
in the guardhouse, as he had feared and
expected to be. The prisoners await
ing sentence were there, but those yet
to be tried were kept in an old store
house that was not uncomfortable, and
on the evening of his arrival an officer,
Lieut.. Waring of the artillery, took him
into a separate room, treated me like
perfect gentleman" wrote poor Floyd
leaving his readers to divine whether
this lavish descriptive were to apply to
the lieutenant or himself, listened to
Floyde's story from beginning to end,
and told him to keep up his spirits.
"Lieut. Lambert had written urging
him to do all he could to help me, and
had asked old Gen. Ducannon to restore
me to duty without trial. in view of the
way | had been tricked. If he does,
and will send me out against those in
fernal Indians in Texas, by heaven I'll
show them l can fight as hard for the
flag to-day as l did against it three and
four years ago. All | ask is officers aid
gentlemen like him-oryoung Lambert
to serve under, and I'll earn my par
don.'
They had been utterly blue and hope
less on Floyd's account since his trans
fer to New Orleans, and this letter was
revelation. Esther took it up to her
mothers room and strove to make her
understand it3 purport, "Katesie" sit
ting silently, and, at first, scornfully
by. Mrs Walton's faculties seemed too
dazcd to follow, and Esther had to re-
iterate and explain. Then the doctor
came, and the hale old gentleman's
eyes filled as he read. "That young fel-
low is trump" said he, referring to
Lambert; and he, too, bent over the
gentle invalid and whispered hope and
courage. Later, when Kate was wanted,
it was found she had quilted the room.
Esther discovered her after consider
able search, shivering in a room up
stairs. She wouldn't talk, but that
evening came to tea.
For several days Miss Kate contrived
to hold aloof from the general conver-
sation, but it was hard fight against
every natural impulse. Before the end
of the week her resolution had failed
her utterly, and time and again her
ready tongue had challenged Lambert
to debate; and now, to her chagrin, it
was he who declined. When formally
presented to "My sister, Miss Walton, y
by Mrs. Scroggs, the young gentleman
had bowed very low and had striven To
be civil. AS they sat facing each other.
and only the width of the table apart,
her. downcast eyes and determined 81
lence proved embarrassing, even though
long, curving, sweeping lashes and
flushed cheeks appeared, perhaps, to
dangerous advantage. "Aw pshaw!"
said Cousin Bart that evening. as he
and Lambert were smoking the pipe of
peace and the young fellow ventured a
fear that he had offended the damsel in
the butter business, ''just you pay no