The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1899-01-26

eu love! L rom the Gay OF tDelr we'd
ding until this woman came never had
she known wish that was not his. Day
and night she dreamed, planned, and
thought for him, sought only to make
herself worthier his love, dearer to his
eyes-sweeter to his caress. Who was
there to compare with him in manli-
ness, in courtesy, in knightly bearing?
What officer was the peer of Randy
what officer ever in the dear Cd
Rifiers with whom had been her home
from baby days? They chided her.
some of the girls, in what they called
her detection. "You used to say there
could be no regiment like the Rihers
Floy. You used to vow you'd never
marry out of the old regiment" "Aye
but that was before Randy came" was
her simple answer, and then they tod
her Randy was her world. and proudly
she answered: II believe he is" They
warned her--some of the cider and
wiser matrons--nnd God knows they
had much on which to base their views
it was never safe to love any man toe
much, even Randy; TO which she an
swered with SUNSHINE in her eyes:
How could one love Randy too much ?"
Mind you, she never volunteered these
overf1owings of her heart, but these
women had been her friends from her
earliest days. She was still shy, even
with him, but such well-meant warn
ings always seemed to pnt her on the de-
fensive, as it were, and. poor child. she
believed it her duty 10 her husband hat
she should never allow him to go unde-
tended. even though the attack were
intangible as n wCman's sneer. And
they looked so wei. together, and he was
SO proud of her, so devoted to her, $50
conscious of her" as some one said.
Nowhere in that garrison was there
man or woman who was able to say that
Randy had not borne himself as an al
most ideal lover and husband ever since
that sun kissed wedding day. Many
could even feel sense of what is called
agreeable disappointment" which al
ways strikes me as a phraseologica'
parallel for that other remarkable
suph emism of so many of cur country.
women-"she's enjoying poor health
Yet withal, Florence had the sv1rpathv
the genuine affection of ali Fort Sedr-
wick, even in-or rather notwithstand-
higher enthusiastic estimate of Ram
dy's qualities as husband and as man.
wife. Then Mrs. Buxton ventured tc
fire shot, as she stood watching them
strolling homeward after parade one
evening, absorbed in one another, and
to observe to her own supremely in
uiltereht lord: There now, Bux,
there's another girl making fool of
herse1 over a man. only she's the sweet
est 1901 ever knew in my born days"
Bux himself roared it out for Flows
oeneht not long after. and did it so tina.
half Fort Sedgwiclo heard it, for the one
valuable quality Bux possessed as =
cavalry officer was his voice. The VOL |
ume OF sound he could produce when
believing instructions to a regimenta;
skirmish linewas something prodirious
but of so rasping and exasperatinr =
tirnbre that his old-time derider. Blake.
likened it in force to fog horn and il
staying power to boiled cabbace-rot
neat comparison but one expressly
fitting.
And now, strangely enough, this mad
ucst of nights poor Florence could not
get those words and that tone out of
her head. She had flushed and turned
specifics away at the time, hurt to her
soul and indignant, too, but the train.
ing of her youth was strong. Thes.
were people her father and mother had
taught her to respect, and though an. |
CRY, indignant remonstrance was
her heart. she stifled the words thai
strove to spring to her lips
Il expect I've put my foot in it again |
to-day" reported Bux to his better half |
when he got home.
We'll, I'm sure I'm never surprised !
was the iady's prompt reply.
Il fear I've been rude to Col. Buxton. |
Randy" faltered Floy, when that gen. |
tleman came in from troop drill an hour
later.
You couldn't be rude even to Bun.
my darling" was his answer. as he
folded her in his arms.
And these are not types of the first
year welded" and the quarter cen
fury mated" love as seen in the army.
nave known many and many coupl,
who have risen together through ever,
grade in the line, loved, loving and low
RS to the end.
At one o'clock Florence had set ber
lights in the parlor window. At two
With that booming, gong-like sound re-
in her ears, that incessant
'epetition of Buxtcn's coarse words
ne had sprung from the chair in which
he had been breeding, writing, shud
lering for half an hour. and then. tear
ng down the shade, close loouinp tbc
she hurried to the hall anI
ocked and bolted the door. "Anotber
'irl making a fool of herself for a man
another grill" God, how the words
ang-resounded through her brain
uzzed and whirred like angry wasps
her ears, Kissed and ratified, ave.
ing nAe the venomous reptiles she
ad learned to shun from enr1v ,hu1
cod. Making fool of herself for n
IAN VINO would leave her-so soon-for
IA painted-yes-that padded thinp!"
ne soon learn that an armv-bred I
ri loved, indeed, with all her hcartan u
oul: put could hate, hate, hate as we'll. J
Wlid-eyed, with beating heart, She S
nshed through the little dinino-roo1,,
the dark kitchen beyond and rappcd