The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-10-14

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II loUe to lif,c over those dear old Digs
ar'tcm acdS girl," she said.
Coating over the post that very day.
She had planned to drop in at the colo
nel's, where the Fraziers entertained at
dinner and music that very evening, in
hopes of hearing accidentally something
definite, for Winn was one of those use
less husbands who never hear anything
of current gossip. But women might
not talk if they thought she wished to
hear, and fate had provided her better
means She saw here and now the OPP
who had told SO much that was of vivid
interest to her; it was Hodge she had
been longing to meet for days. but Winn
had held him aloof, and now here she
had this ingenious repository of Bar
clayisms all to herself until Winn
should return. The chance was not to
be lost.
81 love to live over those dear old
days when l was GIRL" she said.
"Friends seemed SO real then, men so
true, life so buoyant. Sometimes find
myself wishing there were more of the
old friends, the old set. here. We seem
so much more to each other, don t you
know, Mr.. Hodge?' And Hodge felt
sure ''we" did and hitched his chair
foot nearer the fire.
"Of course was younger then, and
knew so little of the world, and yet,
knowing it as do now-I can say this
to you, you know, Mr.. Hodge, could
not to another soul here, for you were
of US, you served with fathers column. :"
(Hodge's service was limited to play
poker with "those wretches Gates and
Hagadorn" and others of Waite's COM
mand on one or two memorable occa-
sions, and the resultant hole in his
purse was neither as broad as church
nor deep as we'll, but 'twould serve. }
GIVE often felt here as though would
| give anything to see some of the dear
old crowd; not that people are not very,
very lovely here, but you know, we
army friends cling so to the old associa-
tions. And now the beautiful eyes
seemed almost suffused, and Hodge
waxed eloquent.
II am thrice fortunate, - said he, re-
calling the lines of his Maltravers, Gin
that l am numbered among them. ,"
And now, like Laura, he looked upon
Worth as cold and dormant as compared
with the kindling friendships Of the
distant Platte
"Indeed you are!'' said She "you
bring back the sweetest days of my life,
nd Of<
to speak to me, you know-of course
I until you did moment ago. Tell me,
isis lis life SO changed ashley say
it is?"
II never saw man so broke up, /" he
responded. 'He never smiled after you
-after-after it was broken off, you
know" Barclays smile was as rare as
a straight flush anyhow, he admitted
to himself, but the assertion sounded
we'll.
"And - of - late-what have YOU
heard Of hin?" she asked, and Hodge
poured forth his latest news and added
more He, too, he said, had had a let
ter from an intimate friend. Captain
Barclay had declared that the assign
ment to the Twelfth cavalry was i'm
possible; Texas was impossible. His
business interests would necessitate his
declining, if indeed there were no other
reasons. General Corliss had rendered
him the position of abide camp and
made Billy Ray Of the -th resign to
make way for him, and the moment
Barclay found that out he went to Ray
and told him the whole business was
without his (Barclay's) knowledge and
sooner than displace him he would re-
fuse. Eyes" said Hodge, CHATS the
way my friend heard it from Ray him
self. Now, if Barclay could only get a
detail on MCDOWELL staff in California
it would have suited him to tee. Then
he could have looked after his Nevada
interests and his Wyoming pensioners
too
''Did Mr.. Hodge know surely about
Mr.. Barclay wealth? VAST all true?'
he was asked.
"Oh, yes, there wasn't doubt of
it," said Hodge. 1t was just another of
those Cases where man had money in
abundance and yet would have given
it all, he added sentimentally, but hero
she uplifteS' rebukingly her white, slim
hand-or was it warningly, for there
came a quick football on the porch
without? The hall door opened sharply,
letting in a gust of cold night wind,
and. throwing off his cavalry cape, with
it's faded yellow lining, Lieutenant
Winn strobe through the hallway into
his little den at the rear.
"You will como and see me again"
she murmured low while yet the foot
steps resounded; sit has been so-good
to see you-so like old times. Wen
have to talk of other things now. Mr..
Winn doesn't like old times too we'll. ),
But Mr.. Winn never SO much as look
ed i'll the parlor door until she called to
him. Then, as she saw his face, tho
young wife arose with anxiety in her
own.
"Wliat is it? Where are you going
with your revolver, too, Mr.. Eodae,
dear?''
''Oh-h, beg pardon, Mr.. Hodge, Clad