The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-01-07

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commissioned officer was suddenly nab
bed, and SO was wagon load Of forage,
going off to a neighboring ranch at 4
o'clock in the morning Meantime the
mel noted that their coffee and rations
were better and more bountiful, and SOL
diers art quick to receive impressions
that CONT by way of the stomach. 1.-The
new captain is knocking out the old
abnses," said they, and it was wonder
full how soon the. ex-doughboy made his
way into their good graces. There had
been some disposition on the part OF
the wits in other companies to refer to
Barclays men as the Parsons Own"
when it was announced that the cap
tain had attended the chaplain's even
ing service but even that was begin
ming to die out, when all Of sudden it
was noised abroad this evening that the
redoubtable Bralligan had been felled
by single blow of that Quaker fist.
Brayton was fairly quivering with
excitement this night Of nights and
could not sleep. He longed to see his
captain and hear his version Of the
affair, but the door was tightly closed
instead Of being ,invitingly open, and
he dared not intrude. Not one word had
been said about the matter at the ma
jor's, but Brayton knew it would soon
be known even to the officer in COM
mand. So long, however, as it was not
reported to him officially Frazier would
probably let the affair take its course
Bralligan deserved the Touchdown, and
doubtless would be glad enough to let
the matter end there. But, thought
Brayton, il he should demand satisfac-
ton and Barclay religious or conscien-
tious scruples were to prevent his &C.
ceptance, "then comes my chance, " for
the youngster himself proposed to take
it up. He had no scruples. He had been
longing for chance to kick that cad
Bralligan for over year, and after all
it was Barclay that got ii. d.
Eleven o'clock, and Barclays light
still burned. Eleven thirty, and still,
reading or writing, the captain seemed
occupied in the old poker room, and the
door remained closed. Once or twice
Brayton heard him moving about, and
in bis own excitement and interest the
boy found it impossible to think Of any
thing else. Twelve o'clock came. He
was beginning to undress and prepare
for bed, still uneasily watching the
light shining through the crack Of the
door, when his straining ears caught
the sound Of football underneath his
window. It opened on the yard, and the
sill was only five feet or so above the
ground. A hand was uplifted without
and tapped gently on the sash, and as
Brayto drew aside the curtain Harry
Winh's face was revealed in the moon.
light.
"Come to the porch in 'front.'" he
mutte1ed low. II must speak with
you" ..s - n
Btayyon was ont on the dark piazza
in half minute. He found VIM nerv-
ously pacing the boards.
II told my wife had to come out
and think quietly awhile" he said as
he extended hand to his silent class.
mate. "She heard Of this-this damna-
bic business almost as quick as it hap
pened. That girl of ours hears every
thing and tells anything. There's no
doubt about it, suppose. You were
there? You heard 1t at once didn't your
What does-he say?'' And WINS nod
indicated that be meant Barclay.
"Nothing" said Brayton briefly. II
haven't seen him.
"But he's up. The lights in his
window. He's writing--or something.
Look here, Brayton, you know what's
got to come of this That Did Irish
man must challenge him or be cut and
kicked about by all his kind in the cav.
airy. 1t isn't Barclays fight; it's mine.
The more / think Of it the more know
that contemplate q blackguard as
Bralligan is, he IL still an officer of the
regiment. He has been knocked down.
and has the right to demand the only
satisfaction there is for o blow. You
know 1t az we'll as do. What I've got
to do right here and now is to take that
fight off Barclays hands, and you've
got 10 help me-"
"S'pose be don't want il taken on
his banda, said Brayton Sturdily. "Hs
told him plsin enough he was ready to
meet any delnand''--
VIM Redeemed even In The pallia
moonlight. " Aay NJ fnaf IN this gar.
rison frhts on mig tsifa's sssnrnt asnar't