The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1899-09-14

In Gods name, man, what's hap
pened?' demanded Blythe as he seized
and steadied the topping form. "Why,
you're bleeding like an OK. Your boot
is running over. Drop those horses,
Burns, and run for the doctor lively"
he urged. Needing no further authori-
ty, the sergeant turned his chargers
loose and scurried after Hannibal.
Help me carry Barclay indoors"
was the next word. With one warning
order to VIM to keep away young
Brayton broke loose from him and ran
to assist. AS though half stupefed,
VIM heavily moved pace or two,
then sank upon q bench and stared. His
wife stood gazing in horror at the trail
of blood that followed the three men
into the hall, then faltered over to
where the young soldier sat, moaning:
"Oh, Harry! Oh, Harry!'' Reaching
his side, she laid her hand upon his
shoulder and babe him look at her
speak to her. He rose slowly to his
feet his face averted shook himself
free, and with shudder, but never ut
tering Il word in reply, passed into his
dark doorway. The nursegirl, wide
eyed, met him at the threshold. "Go
to your mistress, he said hoarsely. He
stumbled on through the house, un-
slung the revolver belted to his waist
and laid it on the hall table, reconsid-
cred, buckled it firmly on, and pulling
his hat down over his eyes drew back
the door bolt and let himself out upon
the front piazza. Crossing the parade,
he saw the red sash Of the officer of the
day. De Lancy was dragging sleepily
back from his reveille visit to the
guard, but the sight Of VIM aroused
him, and he quickened his pace and
came striding to him.
Hello, lad," he hailed, full 20
PAGES away, "what luck? Got Mars
den, the sergeant tells me. Why
good God, what's happened?'
'Nothing' said VIM, Except per-
haps I've killed Barclay. Take me to
the colonel
YOU'RE daft, man, said De Lancy
instantly, while an awful fear almost
checked the beating Of his heart. Then,
sei1ing VIM by the arm, "What dye
mean?' he asked.
go and see," said VIM stupidity
as he buried his face in his arms a mo-
ment, then stretched them out full
length, and tossing his head back shut
his eyes as though to blot out hateful
sight. Co." he continued, "then come
and take me to the colonel"
And De Lancv started m tha RIM and
collided with Brayton at the door.
For Gods sake, go and hurry up
Funnybone, - moaned the youngster.
Here's Barclay bleeding to death.''
De Lancy ran his best. Guardsmen
across the parade stopped and stared,
men in shirt sleeves rushed out on the
barraclz stoops and stood and gazed, and
corporal, with rife trailed, came run
ming over to see what was amiss, just
as the Junior doctor, in cap and over
coat, trousers and slippers, came bolt
ing out of his hallway and flying up
the path. In front Of De Lancy's one
slipper went hurtling back through
midair, but the doctor rushed on in
stocking foot. The corporal picked up
the shoe and followed. No one seemed
to look for the moment at VIM, who
turned slowly back to the pathway and
like blind man seemed cropping his
way toward Frazier's. The officer Of
the day passed him by on the run, fol-
lowing at the doctor heels, with never
another look at him. Men seemed to
think only of Barclay. Was it credible