The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-03-07

garrison limits the rest of that day. nor
once again that day appear outside.
AT SO great distance from civiliza-
ton trines prove of absorbing interest
and callers came to see what they
could do for him" and learn for them
selves, and Nevins face was black as
storm and his language punctuated
with profanity He raved ahnat tyranny
and oppression, bat vouchsafsd no in.
telligiEla explanation of what he con
fessed to be the commanding officer S
latest order-that he was remanded to
close arrest Let it be here explained
for the benefit of the lay reader that
when an officer is accused of crime or
even of misdemeanor he is placed in
arrest, which means that he isssuspend-
ed for the time being from the exercise
OF command, must not wear sword
and must coafine himself to certain
limits-to his tent or quarters if in
close arrest, as for one week the officer
| generally is. and to the limit. tt Inc
parade or garrison if allowed ous TOR
exercise
! supposed to be Oil honor to observe the
prescribed restrictions, and only wnen
he breaks his arrest by visiting the
quarters Of some brother officer or by
going outside of camp is he in danger
of other humiliation. To none OF his
few visitors did Nevins reveal the fact
, that OH the previous night, if NOT be.
fore, he had broken his arrest and gone
far out Oh the mesa, back of the post;
that he had been detected, by whom he
knew not, reported to the commanding
oiiiccr and by him severely reprinanded
and threatened with close confinement
under guard, as when first brought back
to the post, if he again ventured beyond
the restricted limits now assigned him
II have twice sent to ask that Mr.
Loring should come to see me, rallied
Nevins. 81 have important matters
papers and messages from my wife
and he holds aloof By God, Gleason,
you tell him for me that if he can't
treat me decently and come to see me
before tattoo this night, demand that
| he hand back those diamonds and things
do you understand"
And that message Mr.. Gleason, who
of all things loved sensation, faith
fully promised to deliver, and fully
meant to; but the game at the suffers
developed into big one that eventful
night Jack pots were the rule before
the drums of the infantry hammered
out first call for tattoo, and in the alb
sorbing nature of his occupation he
never thought Of Nevins' charge except
as something to be attended to later,
and not until guard mount of another
| day, when his head was muddled with
the rotations of an all night session and
the befoggirg cocktails of the morning,
did Mr.. Gleason approach the engineer
upon the subject. and then there was
scene.
Loring was standing at the moment
in front of the rude brush and adobe
quarters of Major Starke conversing
with two or three officers, or rather lis
| tening in silence to their observations
Turnbull was seated under the shelter
OF a sort or arbor made of framework
and canvas, signing some papers. The
/ president Of the court had Disappeared
and rumor was fitting about the post
that early in the morning, before the
dawn in fact, that hardy veteran had
pushed ahead in saddle, escorted by
most Of Blake's troop, which had un-
expectedly returned during the previous
night, but merely unsaddled, ard after
Grub down, feed and water" lad gone
on again. If that were true, THY had
left as silently and mysteriously as they
came, and only corporal's guard re-
NAMED
Had Gleason been intent on anything
but the manner in which he could make
his communication most public and
significant if not offensive, he would
have noticed that both Turnbull and
Loring were in riding dress. But while
it could not be said of him that in his
condition he was capable Of seeing only
/, c.. ing at time those things which
he diu sc we've duplicate images of the
same object. ;,nG he lurched up to the
dual Loring and the hazy figures that
seemed floating about him, and with an
attempt ut majestic impressiveness
thickly said, MIR. Loring, Pm bearer of
a message from my fri'n Mr.-Captain
Nevins d'manding the 'dy't r'turn
of the diamon's an valu 'bles he placed
in your p'session.
Other officers within earshot heard,
as Gleason intended they should hear,
and turned instantly toward the group
all eyes on the two-the flushed, sway
ing subaltern in fatigue uniform, the
calm, deliberate man in riding dress. A
faint color. as Of annoyance, quickly
spread over Loring's face, but for mo-
ment he spoke not word. Angrily the
| post commander came hurrying forth,
bent ON the prompt humiliation of bis
luckless subaltern, and was about to
speak. but Loring interposed.
"OIe moment, sir, I beg Then
turning again on Gleason the engineer
looked him calmly over from head to
foot for second or two, and then as
calmly said:
TOO late. sir. They've gone. :"