The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-03-13

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"Hiren SAGE US If 1t isn't really Masther
war;
yet had not little fund Of shrewd good
sense in her Overwhelmingly pretty head.
She wouldn't wear an engagement ring,
wouldn't consent to call it an engage
ment. She owned, under pressure. that
she meant to marry Will some day, but
not in any hurry. and therefore, but
for one thing, the mothers gentle heart
would have been content.
And that one thing was that Will
had applied for and would hear Of no
other regiment in all the army than that
at the head of which his father had
died, the Twelfth cavalry, and no one
could understand, and Mrs. Farrar
couldn't explain, how it was, why it
was that that of all others was the one
she had vainly hoped he would not
choose He was wild with joy and en-
thusiasm when at last the order came,
and, with beaming eyes and ringing
voice, he read aloud Twelfth regi-
ment of cavalry, Cadet Will Duncan
Farrar, to be second lieutenant, vice
Watson, promoted, Troop c. Leale's
troop, Queen Mother; blessed old NAL
colin Leale. What more could l ask or
you ask? What captain in all the line
can match him? And Kitty's uncle in
command of the regiment and post!
Just think of it, madre. dear, and you ii
all come out, and we'll have grand
Christmas times at Frayne, and We'll
hang fathers picture over the mantel
and fathers sword I'll wire Leale this
very minute and write my respects to
Fenton. What's he like anyway, moth
err? l can't remember him at all, nor
can Kitty"
But Mrs. Farrar could not tell 1t
was years, too, since she had seen him,
''but he was always faithful friend of
your father, Will, and he wrote me a
beautiful, beautiful letter when we
came away"
And so, late in September. the boy
lieutenant left his mothers arms and,
followed by her prayers and tears and
blessings, was borne away westward to
revisit scenes that were once familiar
as the old barrack walls at West Point.
Then it required long days of travel
over rough mountain roads to reach the
railway far south of the Medicine Bow.
Now the swift express train landed him
at the station Of the frontier town that
had grown up on the site of the prairie
dog village he and his pony had often
''stampeded'' in the old days. Here at
the station, come to meet the son of their
old commander, ignoring the fact that
the newcomer was but the plebe lieuten-
ant Of the Twelfth, were the ruddy
faced old colonel and Wills own troop
leader, Captain Leale, both heartily,
cordially bidding him welcome and COM
menting not little OH his stalwart
build and trying hard not to refer to the
very downy mustache that adorned his
boyish lip. And other and younger off,
GERS were there to welcome the lad to
his new station, and huge was Wills
comfort when he caught sight of Ser.
geant Stein, the veteran standard bear
er OF the regiment, and that superbly
punctilious old soldier Strengthened up
like Norway pine and saluted with
rigid precision and hoped the lieutenant
was well and his lady mother and Miss
Farrar. There's nothing" thought
Will, like the discipline of the old
regiment after ALL" as the orderly
came to ask for the checks for the lieu
tenants baggage, and all went we'll
until the luckless moment when the
colonel and Leale, with some of the eld-
ers, turned aside TO look at a batch of
recruits sent by the same train, and
Farrar, chatting with some of his fellow
youngsters, was slowing his bags in the
waiting ambulance, and there in the
driver Will recognized Saddler Dono-
vans freckle faced Mickey, with whom
he had had many hunt for rabbits in
the old, old days, and then an unctuous,
caressing Irish voice fairly blubbered
out, "Hiven save us If it isn't really
Masther WHIP and there, corporal's
chevrons on his brawny arms. was old
Terry Rorke. looking wild to embrace
him. and even as Will, half ashamed of
his own shyness. was shaking hands
with this faithful old retainer of his
fathers household in years gone by, the
squad OF recruits came marching past
The third man from the front, heav-
lily bearded. with bloated, i'll groomed
face and restlessly CHANGING eyes, gave
quick, furtive look at the new lieu
tenant ~ he passed, then stumbled and
plunged forward against his file leader.
The squad was thrown into momentary
disarray. Tho sergeant, angered at the