The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-08-12

rect rather tn1n beauty. III you nave,
try my remedy ig's-fcct dipped in
nectar soda There's nothing like 1t
really. VIII make you forget every 9th
or trouble you have In the world"
"IIumphw grunts Freddy, and then
knitting his brows together he says
fiercely, and as one who follows silent
train Of thought: BRASS buttons.'
For a second Mr.. Smythe's eyes rest
on the two figures at the distant tea
table. and he grits his teeth and looks
as happy as Van Twltter. Then his
face resumes Its wonted plain pleasant
ness.
Il agree with you thoroughly. old
chap" observes he. that there Is no
place Ike the Philippines for them.
do like dreamy. far-away look about
a brass button. Now. when you volun-
teered Betty acted as If she'd lost her
head. but lately have you noticed how
methodically regular she's got IN her
waysT
Over at the tea table the little girl I'm
the gray gown is lifting her flower Of
face 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 dellghtedly to
have just n littlo more.
mo, thanks; really" answers he. and
then with maneuvering capabilty
which speaks well for his army train
ing. lawfully warm In here. don't you
think? Is there balconyT
And so presently they go out through
one of tho wide French windows into
the soft night That is filed with the per-
fume of the passionate hued velvet
roses. and there, when he has made her
comfortable In n 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.
Eyes, | understand" says the little
girl In the gray gown rose among the
roses. as he called her. seeing through
nnother's eyes for the first time that
bit of brown loneliness In the desert;
land the tortilla you said the scout
cooks. what is thatY'
Merely little cake which he bakcs
over q fire no larger than the palm Of
your hand. A scout always carries n
small supply Of frijoles (beans) with
him, which he mashes up into small
loaf as he needs It, They can live In
daaptfolv an thio fhOuUh a xxhfto man
would starve to death If he had to exist
on 1t week. We have In our regiment
Seminole scout named John Ward,
who has a 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 an
other brave man.
Tell me-" says the girl, breathlessly,
and he tells her
Down on the frontier" and as he be-
gins there drifts through the open win
dow a low. sad little melody, twanged
softly on a guitar and wrung from
Bobby's innermost soul.
Mr.. Smythes thought as he plays Is.
Jerusalem, they have been out on that
gallery one solid hour" but the music
In which he gives 1t expression is per-
feet In Its 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 sparkle of tears
and Il sparkle of something else that Is.
perhaps, a reflection of the glory of his
story
Eyes, the Government presented
Ward with medal of honor for that"
says the Lieutenant, and 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
ippines In the mornlngT
YES" answers he, simply, and his
keen gray eyes that are used to measur-
ing long distances. used to scanning far
heights, used TO gazing at natures
grandest. most tranquil moods. look
deep into the clear windows of the soul
Of the little girl in 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
says gently, and then they 20 In and
back to Bobby and the gay world.
Later. when all was gone-almost all.
that ls-Mr. Smythe finds her In the Ii
brary, bending over n big book.
MY child" says he. trying to I'M
prove your mind In order to enjoy my
Conversations
II am" comes the slightly mufiled
answer. trying to find thc--er-rhilip-
pine Islands,
1t isn't so long since she left school.
but one forgets so easily. you know
'Iumrh." replies Mr.. Smythe. with
especial cheerfulness. you'll not find
them this night my child; they are too
far of. should say good and far on
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