The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1898-10-23

She 00thered up her cltngin0 skirts In one
hand and folloICed after.
Barclay. By this time, too, Winn had
succeeded in making his wife hear him,
and was ordering her within doors; but
like some daft creature she hovered,
moaning and wringing her hands and
staring at Barclay, whose eyes were
now beginning to close and whose form
was slowly swaying.
I'm Gods name, man, what's hap
pened?" demanded Blythe as he seized
and steadied the toppling form. "Why.
you're bleeding like an OK. Your boot
is running over. Drop those horses.
Burns, and run for the doctor lively"
he urged. Needing no further authori-
ty. the sergeant turned his chargers
loose and scurried after Hannibal
Help me carry Barclay indoors"
was the next word. With one warning
order to Winn to keep away young
Brayton broke loose from him and ran
to assist. AS though half stupefied,
Winn heavily moved a pace or two,
then sank upon bench and stared. His
wife stood gazing in horror at the trail
of blood that followed the three men
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where the young soldier sat, meaning:
"Oh, Farryl Oh, Harryr' Reaching
his side, she laid her hand upon his
shoulder and bade him look at her
speak to her. He rose slowly to his
feet, his face averted, shook himself
free, and with n shudder, but never ut
tering word in reply, passed into his
dark doorway. The nursegirl, wide
eyed, met him at the threshold. go
to your Mistress" he said hoarsely. He
stumbled on through the house, un-
slung the revolver belted to his waist
and laid 1t on the hall table, reconsid-
cred, buckled it firmly on. and pulling
his hat down over his eyes drew back
the door bolt and let himself out upon
the front piazza. Crossing the parade,
he saw the red sash of the officer of the
day. De Lancy was dragging sleepily
back from his reveille visit to the
guard. but the sight of Winn aroused
him, and he Quickened his pace and
came striding to him.
Hello, lad" he hailed, full 20
PAGES away. what luck? Got Mars
den. the sergeant tells me. Why
good God, what's happened?''
Nothing, said Winn. Except per-
haps I've killed Barclay. Take me to
the colonel. >"
You're daft. man." said De Lancy
instantly. while an awful fear almost
checked the beating Of his heart Then,
seizing Winn by the arm, "What dye
mean?' he asked
go and see," said Winn stupidly
as he buried his face in his arms a mo-
ment, then stretched them out full
length. and tossing hiShead back shut
his eyes as though to blot out hateful
sight 60" he continued, "then come
and take me to the colonel"
And De Lancy started ON the run aud
collided with Brayton at the door.
For Gods sake, go and hurry up
'Funnyb ybone, moaned the younRster.
Here's Barclay bleeding to DEATH"
De Lancy ran his best. Guardsmen
across the parade stopped and stared,
men in shirt sleeves rushed out on the |
stoops and stood and gazed, and |
D corporal, with rife trailed, came run
ming over to see what was amiss, Just |
as the Junior doctor, in cap and over
GOAT. trousers and slippers, came bolt |
ing out Of his hallway and flying up
the path. In front Of De Lancy's one |
slipper went hurtling back through |
midair, but the doctor rushed ON in |
stocking foot The corporal picked up
the shoe and followed. No one seemed |
TO look for the moment at Winn, who
turned slowly back to the pathway and
ike blind man seemed cropping his
way toward Frazier's. The officer of /
The day passed him by on the run, fol-
lowing at the doctors heels, with never
another look at him. Men seemed to
ihink only Of Barcl1y. Was It credible