The National tribune., 1898-03-17

games on US. Yoa'll go to the guardhouse,
and tomorrow Wen shave your head, and
drum you and your partner there out OF
camp"
" amt no partner o his,' protested the
Deacon earnestly. My names Josiah
Klegg, o. Posey County, Injanny I'm
down here on visit to my son in the 200th
| Iniianny Volunteer Infantry Pm Deacon
in the Baptist Church, and Patriarch of the
| Sons o Temperance. It'd be the last thing
in the world I'd do to sell whisky"
THAT story won't wash, old man. said
| the Lieutenant. You were caught in the act,
with the goods in your possession, and trying
| to deceive me-"
He turned away to order the squad for
ward AS they marched along the store
keeper said to the Deacon
" I'm afraid they We got me dead to rights,
ole man, but you kin git out jest keep up
| your sanctimonious appearance aud stick to
| your Deacon story and you'll git off.
know of you. I've lived III Posey County
myself. I'm going to trust you. I've al
ready made clean big profit on this venture
and Eve got it right down in my pocket In
| spite of all they've spilled, I'd be nigh $500
ahead o. the game if / could git out o. camp
with what I've got in my sock. But they'll
probably search me and confscate my wad
| for the hospital. You see, I've been through
this thing before. Pm eoin' to pass my pile
| over to you TO take kcer of till I'm through
this rumpus. You play fair with me, and
III whack up with You fair and square, dol
lar for dollar. If you don't I'll follow you
for years"
- wouldn't tech n dirty dollar of yours
| for the world, F." said the Deacon Indignantly :;
but this was lost on the storekeeper, who was
watching the Lieutenant
Don't say . word he whispered; "he's
got his eye on US. There it is in your over
coat pocket"
In the meantime they had arrived at the
guardhouse. The Sergeant stepped back,
took the storekeeper roughly by the shout
ders, and showed him up in front of tall,
masisteral-looking man wearing Captains
straps, who stood frowning before the door
Search him." said the Captain briefly
The Sergeant went through the store
keepers pockets with dizziness that bespoke
experience. He produced a small amount of
money, some Of it In fractional currency and
Confederate notes. q number of papers, q plug
OF tobacco, and some other articles. He
handed these to the Captain, who hastily
looked over them, handed back the tobacco
and other things and the small change.
Give these back to him. he said briefly
Turn the rest of the money over to the hos
pital fund. Where's our barber? Shave his
head call up the fifers and drummers and
drum him out of camp at once. l haven't
time to waste on him."
Before he had done speaking, the guards
had the storekeeper seated on log, and were
shearing his har.
General" shouted the Deacon
That's a Captain, you foo" said one of
the guards.
Captain, them" yelled the Deacon
WHO is that man ?" asked the Captain,
severely
He's his partner" said the Lieutenant
Serve him the same way" said the Cap
tain shortly, turning to 60
The Deacons knees smote together. He, a
Deacon OF the Baptist Church, and man of
stainless repute at home, to have his head
shaved, and drummed out of camp He
would rather die at once The guards had
laid hands on him.
Captain" he yelled again: cts all
horrible mistake. | had nOthin' to do with
this man. -
Talk to the Lieutenant there" said the
Captain, moving off. He will attend to
you"
The Lieutenant was attentively watching
tHc DdlDcIiuS OpeIdLiou. 0ut III CioSc-
closer yet, :" lie admonished the barber.
" Lieutenant! Lieutenant pleaded the
Deacon, awkwardly saluting.
= Stand back, I'll attend to you next"
said the Lieutenant impatiently. Now, tie
his hands behind him.
The Lieutenant turned toward the Deacon,
and the barber picked up his shears and
made a step in that direction. Just in the
extremity of his danger, the Deacon caught
sight of the Captain of Co. Q walking to-
ward Headquarters.
Capt McGillicuddy Capt MeGillicuddy
come here at once. Come quick ~ he called
in q voice which had been trained to long
distance work on the Wabash bottoms.
Capt McGillicuddy looked up, recognized
the waving of the Deacon's bandana, and
fastened thither. Fortunately he knew the
Provost officers. there were explanations
ali around, and profuse apologies, and just
as the flies and drums struck up the ''Rogue's
march" behind the luckless storekeeper,