The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-10-08

! general, waxing impatient. The store
house adjoins your camp. Your SEN
tries guard it. Captain Hanford, the
commissary, says he called on you last
night to notify you that he had placed
/ the sergeant under arrest, but consid-
cred the case SO grave that he asked
/ that a sentry be placed over him, and
it wasn't DONE
II dislike very much to infiict such in
dignity on deserving soldiers, general"
said Canker, stumbling into s5lf-made
trap. Until their guilt is established
they are innocent under the law"
Apparently you apply a different
rule in case of officers" calmly re-
| sponded the general, vide Mr. Gray.
me by having that sentry posted at
once. Good morning, SIR
But to Canker's dismay the officer of
| the guard made prompt report. The
! sentry was sent, but the sergeant's tent
was 1empty. The coloners pet had
flown. This meant more trouble for the
colonel.
Meantime Stanley Armstrong had
HE'D him to General Drayton's head
quarters. The Office tents were well
filed with clerks, orderlies, aides and
other officers who had come in on bust
ness, but this meeting was by appoint
ment, and after brief delay the camp
commander excused himself to those
present and ushered Armstrong into
his own private tent, the scene of the
merry festivities the evening of Mrs.
Garrison's unexpected arrival. There
the general turned quickly on his Wis
itor with the low-toped question:
'Well-what have you found?"
Enough to give me strong reason for
believing that Morton, so-called, is
young Prime, and that your nephew is
with him, sir
The old soldiers sad eyes lighted with
sudden hope. Yet as he passed his
hand YEARLY over his forehead. the look
of doubt and uncertainty slowly re-
turned. 1T accounts for the letters
reaching me here" he said, ''but-Pve
known that boy from babyhood, Arm
strong, and a more intense nature I
have never heard of. What he starts in
to do he will carry out if it kills him.
And Drayton looked dreariIy about the
tent as though in search of something,
he didn't quite know what Then he
settled back slowly into his favorfte
old chair Do sit down, Armstrong.
want to speak with you a moment"
Yet it was the colonel who was the first
to break the silence.
May / ask If you have had time to
look at any of the letters, sir?"
do look as though / had time to do
anything" said the chief, dropping his
hands and uplifting a lined and hag-
gard face, yet so refined Anything
but work, work. morn, noon and night.
The mass of detail one has to meet here
is something appalling. 1t weighs on
me like a nightmare, Armstrong. No. l
was worn out the. night after the pack
age reached me. When next / sought it
the letters We're gone"
How long was that, general?"
Again the weary hands, with their
long, tapering fingers. came Up to the
old soldiers brow. He pondered a mo-
ments 1T must have been the next af-
ternoon. think, but L can't be sure
And you had left then1-?"
I'm the inside pocket of that old
overcoat of mine hanging there ON the
rear tent pole" was the answer. as the
general turned half round in his chair
and glanced wistfully, self-reproach-
fully thither.
Armstrong arose. and going to the
back of the tent, made close examina- !
ton. The canvas home of the chief
was. what is known as the hospital tent, |
but instead of being pitched with the
ordinary ridge pole and uprights, a
wooden frame and floor had
first been built and. over this the stout
canvas was stretched, staueh and taut
as the head OF a Iruna. lit was all |
intact and sound. Whoever fifched |
that packet made way with it through |
the front, and that. as Armstrong we'll |
knew was Kept tightly laced. as a rule. |
from the times the general left iii the \
until his return ItsWas never !
except in his presence az BY his |
order. Then the deft hands or tina or-
derlies on duty would do The trick IN a
twinklings Knowing allfthis the colonel |
queried further.
You went IN town, as ! remember, |
late that evening and called on the /
Primes and other people at the Palace.
think saw You in the sipper room. |
There was much nsrrinlent Ill your |
table. Mrs. Garrison seemed to be the I
life of the party. Now, you left your
with the boy at the coax |
stand p
No, Armstrong, that's the odI part |
of it. ! only used the cape that even