Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1900-01-19

comforts in the way Of baskets of fruit,
upon the happy Billy, whose limits
were no longer restricted to his tent,
as during the first week Of his arrest,
but whose court was ordered to sit in
judgment on him the first of the COM
ing week. Already it began to be whis-
pered that Armstrong had a mine to
spring in behalf of the defense, but he
was so reserved hat no one, even Cor
don, sought to question.
Armstrong is a TRIUMPH" said Billy
to Miss Lawrence, one fair morning.
He'll knock those charges silly
though 1 dare say I could have wormed
through all right; only, you see, I
couldn't get out to find people to give
evidence for me-"
do you-see him often? she asked,
somewhat vaguely.
Armstrong;" exclaimed Billy, in
open-eyed amaze. why, he's here with
me every day"
"But never" thought Miss Lawrence,
gin the morning-when we are"
The eventful Monday was duly ush-
cred in, but not the court. That case
never came to trial. Like the crack
of a whip an order snapped in by wire
on the Thursday previous-three reg
iments, the -teenth regulars and the
"Primeval Dudes," Armstrong; splen-
did regiment among them-to prepare
for sea voyage forthwith. More than
that, Gen. Drayton and staff were d.
rected to proceed to Manila at once.
T~wo-thirds of the members of the court
were from these regiments. A new de-
tail would be necessary. The general
sent for Armstrong.
Cant we try that cast here and
now?" he asked. .
Certainly" said Armstrong, "if
you'll send for Canker that he may be
satisfied"
And Canker came and listened. 1t
was admitted that Gray had had q
long talk with the prisoner, took him
his overcoat, newspapers, ETC., but, in
~extenuation, they were members of the
same college society and their social
standing was, outside the army, on the
same plane. Gray deserved reprimand
and caution-nothing more. AS to the
carriage, he had nothing to do with the
one that drove to camp that night. "A
man in the uniform of a commissary
sergeant giving the name of Foley chow
Canker winced) had ordered it at the
ney." Gray had 'phoned for a carriage
for himself, hoping to get the officer of
the days permission to be absent two
hours to tell his story in person to the
general, who was dining with the de-
partment commander. He never got
the permission, and the carriage went
to the wrong camp. Lieut.. w. F. Gray
was released from arrest and returned
to duty.
II shall never be able to thank you
enough" said he, sentimentally, to, Miss
Lawrence, at the Palace hat evening.
They were strolling up and down the
corridor, waiting, as was Schuyler, for
Mildred to come down for the theater.
Gray's curly head was inclined toward
the dark locks of his fair partner. His
eyes were fastened on her family flush
ing face. They made a very pretty pic
ture, said people who looked on know
ingly, and so thought the officer in the
uniform of a colonel of infantry, who,
while talking calmly to Mr.. Prime full
30 yards away, watched them with eyes
that were full of sadness. How could
he see at that distance that her eyes,
clear and radiant, were seldom uplifted
to the ardent gaze of her escort, and
were at the moment looking straight
at him? How could he hear at thai dis
lance the prompt response, given with
an inclination of the bonny head to
indicate her meaning?
"There's where your thanks are due,
Mr.. Gray"
Quite a gathering of army folks was
at the Palace that night. So many
wives or sweethearts were going home,
so many soldiers abroad, and Mrs.
Frank Garrison, gay and gracious,
passed them time and again, leaning
on the arm of Capt. Mcdonald, a new
devotee, while poor Cherry, with an
enamored swain from the Preside,
languished in a dim, secluded corner.
She had been recalled by parental au
thority and was to start for Denver
under a m%atronly wing on the morrow.
Mrs. Frank had been hidden, and ex-
pected, to 60 at the same time, but that
authority was merely marital. Up to
this time not one army wife had been
permitted to accompany her husband
on any of the transports to Manila,
though one heroine managed to get
carried away and to share her liege
lords stateroom as far as Honolulu.
The general and his staff, with a big
regiment of volunteers, were to sail on
the morrow, the other regiments as fast
as transports could be coaled and made
ready.
Something in Mrs. Garrison's gay,
triumphant amer prompted a sore
hearted woman, suffering herself at
the coming parting, to turn and say:
"Well, Mrs. Garrison, 1 suppose that
latter your husband sails you'll have to
follow the rest of us into grass-widow-
hood"