The Advocate and news., 1898-12-07

own had meekly accepted the grudging-
Iy rendered commission and OtherB were
said to be about TO follow suit-all, pre-
Sumably, with the hope that their
friends and representatives in congrees
assembled would scccdilJ isgialnte
them back where they thought they be-
longed. No one knew where Ned Law.
renee had made a raise Of money, but
raise he certainly had made, for, to
Blythe's indignation, there came q draft
Of 800 TO cover the expenses, he said,
Of his children and Old Nanny and to
pay the latter some Of her wages. The
balance he would settle, he wrote, when
he arrived. Blythe would far rather he
had waited until his accounts were ad-
justed; then, IL Lawrence were in
funds, Blythe could have found no fault
with this insistence ON at least partially
deGraying the expenses incurred in pro-
Viding for the little household. Law
renee hoped to have his accounts adjust
cd, his letter said, and he had reason to
believe, from what friends in Washing
ton told him, that he would find his
successor willing to receipt to him for
missing items, trusting to luck and the
flOtsam and jetsam Of the frontier to re.
place them in course Of time. Lawrence
indeed was curious now to meet and
know Captain Barclay, for he had been
told many things that had gone far to
remove the feeling Of unreasoning an
tagonism he had felt at first.
Only one thing did he say TO Blythe
that threw light on his future plans.
81 am dreadfully sorry" he wrote, Ito
hear such i'll tidingS about Harry Winn.
/ was always fearful there was some.
thing wrong about that fellow Mars
den, and sometimes strove to caution
him-I, who could not see the beam in
my own eye---I, with two acoundrels in
my orderly room, trying to warn him
against the one in his Winn is q
proud, sensitive, self Centered sort Of
fellow, whom wealth perhaps might
have made popular. He is no better
manager than l. He has a wife who
could never help him to live within his
means, as poor Kitty certainly tried to
do with me-" (Oh, the blessed touch Of
timel Oh, the sweet absolution Of DEATH
Kitty was an angel now, and her ways
and means were buried with all that
was mortal Of her, "And, worse than
all, poor Hal has no one, fear, TO help
him now, as--I write 10 with blinded
eyes, dear Blythe---it has pleased God /
should 6nd in many friends in the days
Of my sore adveEity--you and your
blb&ed wife, and the colonel. and
BroOks-even rough old FOllansbee and
our dilettante De LAncy, and that in
imitable Collabone. My heart overfows
and niy eyes, too, At thought Of all you
and they have done and said and writ.
ten for me and mine And here, too,
where in my bitterness thought was
deserted Of all, here is gallant old Front
do BOeuf (you remember how we swore
by him in the valley after Davy Russell
was killedl. He has housed and fed and
nuEsed and cared for me like brother,
and Senator Howe and even old Catnip
God bless him---have worked hard
for me, and though my soldier days
seem over for the time nc least my stub
born spirit has had to surrender to such
CounselorS and friends as they have been
TO me- They all say congress will
surely put me back next winter, and
meantime Buffstick says I'm to have
salAried position in big company with
which he is associated and to begin
work 40 soon 40 my health is re-estab.
lished and my accounts Strengthened
OUT"
"Who 10 BnMstiGkl'' queried Mrs.
Blythe At this junctura
"bO&sticke Oh. that WaS cur pat