Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1898-07-07


nav { oeeh arranged with an eye for eff
iec' rather than beauty. If YOU have.
Wy my remedy-pig's -feet dipped in
iNot''r SODA. There's nothing like il
really: VIII make YOU forget every 9th
u trouble YOU have in the world"
humph." grunts Freddy. and then
knitting his brows together hn save
lierceiy. and as one who follows a silent
'ralh of thought: Brass buttons"
for second Mr.. Smythc's ewes rest
on the two figures ut the distant tea
'apie and he grits his teeth and looks
Us happy as Van Twitter. Then his
lace resumes Its wonted plain pleasant
ness.
i agree with YOU thoroughly. old
ehap' observes he. that there Is no
pace Ike the Philippines for them. |
10 ike dreamy. far-away look about
prasS button. Now. when you volun-
leered Betty acted us II she'd lost her
head. but lately have you noticed how
methodically regular she's got In her
waySW
over Mt the tea table the little Girl In
the gray gown Is lifting her Hover of
Il race to the rugged. clear-cut man be-
SIDE her. while she silently watches him
consume third cup Of that beverage
which cheers but not inebriates. She
would be distressed to death II she
knew how he detests the stuff. but she
does not. and asks him delightedly to
have just Il little more.
NO, thanks; really" answers he. and
then with Il maneuvering capablity
which speaks well for his army train
ing. lawfully warm In here. don't you
think! Is there balcony:"
And so presently they go out through
one or the wide French windows into
the soft night that Is filled with the per-
tune OF the passionate hued velvet
roses. and there, when he has made her
comfortable IN Il sea chair. with cush-
Ions behind her small dainty head. he
tells her tales of death and danger and
life on the burning sandy stretches of
the Texas frontier.
Yes, l understand" says the little
girl IN the gray gown, rose among the
roses. as he called her, seeing through
another's eyes for the first time that
bit OF brown loneliness in the desert
land the tortilla you said the scout
cooks, what is that
Merely little cake which he bakcs
over a fire no larger than the palm OF
your hand. y scout always carries a
small supply of frijoles (beausy with
! Nhtnl1 "a * all
loaf rs he needs it. They can live in
definitely on this, though white man
would sturve to death If he had to exist
on it a week. We have in our regiment
n Seminole scout named John Ward
who has medal of honor that was Civ
en- him by the Government for doing
one of the most finely fearless things
think have ever heard Of
AS he speaks there comes uncon-
/ sciously into the soldiers voice that lit
tie. subducd ring with which one brave
man always sounds the praise of al
| other brave man.
Tell me-" says the girl, breathlessly.
and he tells her.
~ Down ON the frontier" and us he be-
| gins there drifts through the open win
dow low. sad little melody. twanged
softly on guitar and wrung from
Bobbys innermost soul.
Mr.. Smythe's thought as he plays Is.
Jerusalem. they have been out on that
gallery one solid hour" but the music
in which he gives it expression is per-
feet In It's way.
There IS a pause. and as the young
soldier looks down upon the flower
! like face OF the little girl in the gray
gown he finds there Il sparkle of tears
and a sparkle of something else that is.
perhaps. a reflection of the glory of his
story.
Yes. the Government presented
Ward with a medal of honor for that
saws the Lieutenant. aud then he Is
silent.
Bobby Smythe Is still twanging the
guitar softly; Just now 1t is In the
Days of Aud Lang Syne.'
And you leave" says the little girl
IN the gray gown. at last, for the Phil
| !pp!nes in the mornlng"'
Yes" answers he. simply, and his
| keen gray eyes that are USED 10 lneaSur-
ing long distances. used to scanning far
heights, used to gazing at natures
prandest. most tranquil moods. look
deep into the clear windows of the soul
of the little girl i'll the gray gown. and
perhaps the thought that comes to him
that never has he seen such sweet calm
or found such unfathomable depths or
glimpsed through such pure mountain
tops as now.
God bless you all the journey" she
saws gently. and then they go in and
back to Bobby ana the gay world.
Later. when all was gone-almost all,
that is-Mr. Smythe finds her in the IL
brary, bending over big book.
"My child" says he. trying to i'm
prove your mind III order to enjoy my
conversational
81 am" comes the slightly muflled
answer trying to find the-er-Philip-
pine Islands.
It isn't SO long since she left school,
but one forgcts so easily, you know.
"Uumph." replies Mr.. Smythe' with
esnecial cheerfulness. you'll not find
! cham this night my child: they are too