The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-07-01

Colonel Willard sat in his tent, read
ing the mail, which had just been
brought by the post boy. The sun,
which scorches Texas during August
afternoons, had no effect on him. He
was cool on all occasions. as far as
had been tested, for he had never
smelt gunpowder in earnest. Still,
there was no doubt that he was a SOL
der, and he now had one of the best
posts in the country. that fancy gar
rison, at San Anton. Tex
About a stones throw from his tent
young man was introducing a young
woman to her first game of tennis.
The ground was shaded by. the col
one'S residence; but the game was
languid, and an expert would have
known that the interest was not there.
Finally the game was given up and a
waiter came with some iced lemonade,
which was placed on table in an ar
Dor adjoining the tennis court. When
the refreshments had been tasted the
pair walked to the garden. still fur
Their from the colOnels tent, their
racquetS still swinging in their hands.
The soldierly dignity of the young
man, and the natural and easy grace
Of the young woman, would have
paused the glance of any one who
CHANGED TO see them. The man was
military, even while at leisure: and as
he walked his arms and fingers re
manned at rest, with that ease and
naturelness which the novice can not
initiate without looking awkward. The
girl held her head stylishly erect, and
when she looked downward she moved
her eyes and not her head. She was
doing so now with her chin turned
little away from her companion.
Il am sorry for the way papa feels, "
she said. But il really makes no diff
ference in the main case-the fact that
1 love you and you love me. Ny mother
was a HaWorth, the Albany Haworths,
and we have never been known to show
the white feather My great-grand-
father-I was never asha med to tell il
was a loyalist in the time OF the rev.
olution, and, strangely enough. he was
allowed TO live and die SO, and his
death did not take place until after
Washington'S second term as presi-
! dent My father, the colonel, and you,
my Harold, viii probably talk no more
than military usage demands, after
| last night. 1t gives the garrison some
thing to talk about, 1 suppose. 1 can
| imagine them saying: The colonel has
at last met a foe, and in his own
| household-hiS daughter But / shall
do just as my Grandfather HawOrth
would. 1 shall bear myself in time so
| that he will be convinced that no
amount of petty irritation will move
me. You do not know Colonel Willard
/ as well as I do. But now we are be-
! trothed, l am certain we are to tread
on no pathway StreWn with flowers.
! Only one thing. ! know, you viii find
me staunch to the last moment
She spoke her words with q fine de-
/ liberation and in a manner almost I'M
feeling. it might seem to the listener.
/ unless he could see the flash of her
beautiful, fiuctuating grey eyes For
the eyes tell the story of the soul bet
ter than the words the mouth utters.
Miss Willard was known in the gar
rison for what she really was. There
i may have been some doubts about
many members of the choice society
which gathered about the cosy piazzas
/ of the garrison residences or walked
and grouped themselves about its trim