Daily camera., 1899-11-25

and into this, his favorite leather
armed, canvas-backed, hickory-framed
companion of many a year she deftly
dropped him and then, giving him no
chance for word, gayly pirouetting.
she seized one after another upon each
member of the party present-an ac-
complished little mistress of ceremon-
les. encased in a tailor made travelling
suit that rendered her proof against
dozen minor ills. 50 beautifully was il
cut and fit'ed 10 her pretty iigure-and.
with ineXhaustible flow of merry words.
presented her or him to the veteran in
the chair:
This, my honored general. first
and foremost, is Miss Mildred Prime,
daughter of a thousand earis is she.
Yet one vastly TO be desired. though
say il who should not, for she halls
from New York. which is enough ir
make me hate her. whereas we've Just
sworn an eternal friendship. You've
only casually met her and her folks
before, but can tell you all about
them. You should have put Frank at
u.
general. He'd never find out anything.
but | would. We came on the same
train together all the way from Og-
den"
"a tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired. oval
faced girl, coloring slightly in evident
embarrass ssmcnt over these odd army
ways, couriesied smilingIy to the gen
eral nud seemed to be pleading durnh!v
for clcmency if there had been trans
gression.l
This hurried on the volmble little
woman, seizing another feminine wrist.
rs Miss Cherry LsngtSn-Cherry Ripe
we call her at home this summer, the
dearest girl that ever lived EXCEPT NV
self, and one you'll simply delight in
as you do in me-when you get 10 know
her. She is, as you have often been
told and have probably forgotten. The
only good-loolling member Of Frank 4,
family-his first cousin. She WIS NON
ing hrr heart out after all the nice
young men in Denver went to the wars.
and "iihering on the stem until told
her she should 90. too, when she Llos-
somcd and blushed with joy q : yeu see
her now, sir. Cherry, make your man
ners.' CHERRY, whose name wc!! de
scribed her, was only waiting far =
chance. laughing the while n, the II ,i-iy
flow Of her chaperon's words. and. Al
the first break, stepped quickly forward
and placed her hand frankly in the
ou,stre'ched palm of her host, then
glanced eagerly over her shoulder Us
though she would say: But you must
see her" and her bright eyes sough,
and found the fourth feminine mem
Der of the group.)
And this" said Mrs. Frank Garrison.
brarely, ye, with trfe less confidence
OF manner, with indeed a faint symu-
tom of hesitancy, "is Miss Amy Law
renee" and in extending her little
hand to take that of the most retiring
OF the three girls, only the finger tips
and thumb seemed to touch. Miss
Lawrence came quickly forward, and
waiting for no description, bowed with
quiet grace and dignity to the chief
and, smiling bit gravely, said:
Uncle left word that he would soon
return, general, but he has been gone
with Col. Armstrong nearly an hour.
hope we have not taken too great n
liberty" and her glance turned to the
substantial tea service on the rude
camp table.
"Oh. I'm responsible for that-and
for any and every iniquity here com.
mitted, solely because know our gen
eral too well to believe he would allow
famishing damsels to faint for lack of
sustenance." 1t was Mrs. Garrison, of
course, who spoke. II simply set
Frank and his fellows to work. with
the result that tea and biscuit. light
and warmth, mirth and merriment,
faith, hope and charity sprang up like
magic in this gloomy old tent, and here
we are still. Now, say you're glad
came, general, for these stupid boys
Oh! l quite forgot! Let me present
the slaves of the lamp-the spirit lamp,
general. Frank, you know-too we'll,
dare say. Stand forth. vassal Number
rwo. This, general, is Capt. Schuyler.
Il mite of n man physically-a Gotham
ite, in fact-but tower Of wit and
wisdom when permitted to speak" "a
diminutive youngster, with a head
twice too big for his body, and world
of fun in his sparkling eyes, bowed
deliberately to his commanding general,
but pruden,ly held his peace,) Capt.
schuyler, my dear general, meekly
bears the crescent OF the subsistence
department on his beautifully high and
unquestionably New-York-made col
lars He hasn't an idea on the sub
ject of supplies except that commissary
cigars arc bad, but his senator said
he had to have something and that's
what he got. He'd rather be second
lieutenant Of regular infantry any day.
but that was too high for him. Here's
a youth II fts TO II t'--Mr. William
Gray, of the --teenth foot, whom |