Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-03-08

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And this is Miss Amy Lawrence"
| and into this, his favorite leather
armed, backed, hickory framed
companion Of many year, she deity
dropped him and then, giving him no
chance for word, gayly Pirouetting.
She seized one after another upon each
member of the party present-an ac-
complished little mistress of ceremon-
! les, encased in tailor made travelling
suit that rendered her proof against
a dozen minor ills, so beautifully was il
cut and fitted to her pretty figure and.
with ineXhaustible flow Of merry words,
presented her or him TO the veteran in
the chair:
This, my honored general, first
| and foremost, is Miss Mildred Prime,
daughter of a thousand earls is she,
yet one vastly to be desired, though
| say it who should not, for She halls
from New York, which is enough to
make me hate her, whereas we've Just
sworn an eternal friendship. You've
only casually met her and her folks
before, but | can tell you all about
them. You should have put Frank at
the head Of your intelligence bureau,
general. He'd never find out anything,
but would. We came on the same
train together al the way from Og-
den"
ca tail, dark-eyed. dark-haired, oval
faced girl, coloring slightly in evident
embarrassm over these odd army
ways, courtesied smilingly 10 the gen
eral and seemed to be pleading dumb.y
for clemency if there had been trans
gression.)
This" hurried on the voluble little
woman, selling another feminine wrist,
is Miss Cherry angtpn-Cherry Ripe
we call her at home this summer. the
dearest girl that ever lived except N.Y.
self, and one you'll simply delight in
! as you do in me-when you get to know
her She is, as you have often been
told and have probably forgotten, the
4 only good-looking member Of Franks
4 family-his first cousin. She was mop
4 ing her heart out after all the nice
1 young men in Denver went TO The wars,
and whitening on the stem until told
her She should go, too when she bios
somed and blushed with joy as YOU see
/ her now, sir Cherry, make Eour man
ners." CHERRY, whose name well de-
/ scribed her, was only waiting for a
chance laughing the while at the merry
i flow OF her chaperon's words, and, at
the first break, stepped quickly forward
and placed her hand frankly in the
i outstretched palm of her host. then
4 glanced eagerly over her shoulder as
though She would say: But YOU must
see her. and her bright eyes sought
and found the fourth feminine nera-
Der Of the group)
And this, said Mrs Frank Garrison,
brayely, yet with a trhe less confidence
Of manner, with indeed faint symp-
tom Of hesitancy, is Miss Amy Law
renee" and in extending her little
hand to take that of the most retiring
of the three girls, only the finger tips
and thumb seemed to touch. Miss
Lawrence came quickly forward, and
waiting for no description, bowed with
quiet grace and dignity to The chief
and, smiling a bit gravely, said:
Uncle left word that he would soon
return, general, but he has been gone
with Col Armstrong nearly an hour.
] hope we have not taken too great q
liberty" and her glance turned to the
\ substantial tea service on the rude
camp table.
oh I'm responsible for that-and
for any and every iniquty here com
mitted, solely because know our gen.
eral too well TO believe he ould allow
furnishing damsels to faint for lack of
sustenance." 1t was Mrs. Garrison, of
course, who spoke. Il simply set
Frank and his fellows to work, with
the result that tea and biscuit, light
and warmth, mirth and merriment,
faith, hope and charity sprang up like
magic in this gloomy old tent. and here
we are still. Now, say you're glad /
came. general, for these stupid boys
Oh! | quite forgot. Let ne present
the slaves Of the lamp-the spirit lamp
general. Frank, you know-too we'll
| dare say. Stand forth, vassal Number
Two. This, general, is Capt. SchGy Ter,
mite of man physically Gotham
lite, in fact-but a tower of wit and
wisdom when permitted TO speak" "a
diminutive youngster, with a head
twice too big for his body, and world
of fun in his sparkling eyes, bowed
deliberately to his commanding general
but prudently held his peace) Capt.
Schuyler, my dear general, meekly
| bears the crescent of the subsistence
department on his beautifully high and
unquestionably New-York-made col
lars. He hasn't an idea on the sub
.ject Of supplies except that commissary
cigars are bad, but his senator said
he had to have something and that's
what he got. He'd rather be second
lieutenant of regular infantry any day,
but that was too high for him. Here's
a youth it fits TO a 't'-Mr. William
Gray, of the -teenth foot, whom l
knew years ago when we were kids in
the same camp, and whose best claim
to your notice is that you knew his