Evening journal., 1899-02-24
REFUSING A BARoNETcY.
A First Sergeant in the Cnited states
Marines Who Wanted 10 He
main Inc0enitO.

All sorts and conditions of men go to
make up the enlisted personnel of a
man-of-war, and, as a rule. nothing is
known of the ante-naval history OF
most of the n-o'-warsmen, who come
from every walk Of life. 1t is not sur
prising. therefore, that now and then
bit of romance is revealed when the
history of some of these lads of the sea
is made known by accident.
But perhaps the most romantic incl
dent Of them all was that of the first
sergeant Of marines upon one of our
ships in eastern waters, who, under re-
markable circumstances, came to be Of
fered an unusual Christmas gift, which
he would not accept. This first SER
geant was the ideal soldier, a German
by birth evidently, neat, trim, an ex-
cellent disciplinarian, and a favoriteI
with the men, who however, were
never familiar with him. There was
something about the sergeant that
made it impossible for his comrades to
treat him fippantly, as seafaring men
usually do each other
The cruise was drawing to a close
and the ship was lying in tropical
port on Christmas day, with broiling
sun overhead and sea of glass about
her. Christmas trees rose above the
mastheads, and bunting decked the
vessels fore and aft, while the men be-
meath the awnings on the cold-white
deck were enjoying their Christmas
sports of athletic games, with the first
sergeant as referee. A Christmas din
ner laid on tables on the forward deck
awaited the ending of the sports, and
800 jolly faces watched the fun and
made bets upon the results.
"The German consul is coming along
side, sir" reported the quartermaster
on watch to the officer Of the deck.
"Four side, boys" sang out the latter,
and the boatswain's mate piped the side
as the German consul came over the
gangway. He was escorted TO the
cabin. and the interrupted sports went
on. The prizes were awarded and the
Christmas spread duly enjoyed at the
various tables, and nowhere more than
at the table of the master at arms
mess, of which the first sergeant was a
member. Permission to smoke was
granted, and the first sergeant had just
lighted his pipe when the messenger of
the watch came to him and said: "The
officer of the deck wants to see you,
sergeant" Dropping his pipe he went
aft to the mainmast, where he was
surprised to find awaiting him not only
the officer of the deck, but the captain
and civilian, who proved to be the
| German consul.
Sergeant" said the captain, "this
gentleman has something to say to
you," and while the well-drilled marine
stood at attention the consul said:
Baron Won Schrader 1 bring you a
Christmas gift" The first sergeant did
not forget he was a soldier, and, al
though his face expressed the utmost
surprise, he saluted and said, inter-
rogatively: Eyes. sir?" "Your father.
the old baron. and your elder brother"
continued the consul, 'haEe both been
dead for six months, and we have been
all this time trying to find you-a diff
cult task, since, as it proves, you en-
listed under an assumed name. How
ever, we have accomplished our task.
and il gives me much pleasure to hand
you these papers, which prove your
right to the title and the estate of your
late father"
The first sergeant took the papers
mechanically. but stood at attention,
a soldier stin.
Now. sergeant" said the captain.
''of course you win want your dis
charge. How much longer have you to
serve?"
-Four months, sir" answered Baron
Won Schrader. the first sergeant.
"Well, 1 think it can be arranged"
said the captain, ''and, now that you
are SO great gentleman" he added.
smilingly, "of course you will not care
to take your place among the crew"
The first sergeant hesitated. then sa-
luted and said: "Sir, 1 do not think
1 am a greater gentleman now than l
have been, and, if this matter can be
kept from the crew, sir, I would rather
] serve out my enlistment"
The captain thought moment. and
then said: Very well, sergeant, you
may go forward"
And serve out his enlistment he did.
refusing this strangely offered Christ
mas gift, and no one forward was a
whit the wiser, nor did they learn that
their sergeant was a baron until he had
put aside with honor the uniform of
Uncle Sam and entered into his new es-
tate in his Rhenish home.-Cineinnat
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