The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1901-01-11
) The .Nsans and the End. 3
Observation-Disclosures

was as un-American as his face He ewas
tall and fine-looking, his English was
quite as polished as Strathmore's own;
and-whlch was Of infinitely more Inn
portance-he never touched whisky and
cigars, nor went on payday spree. So
strathmore felt himself justified in sup
posing that he had murdered or stolen,
or forged, or something, at one time or
another, and he shrewdly guessed that
Chester was not his real name. But
that was no ones concern, that he
could see, and everybody knows that
enlistment In the army of the United
States, even more than baptism, Is
new BIRTH
Throughout the department Strath-
more was known by the striker he
kept. This had its disadvantages, but
the advantages outweighed. No one
could have >reallzed this better than
strathmore himself, and yet sometimes
he was moved in the bosom Of the
mess, to complain. 1T Is telling on
me-" he would insist; Il am slowly
breaking down under the strain.
came across something in a French book
the other day about how few masters
are worthy to be Wallets. That's what
| am striving to be, and the failure Is
telling upon me. They used to-" he
explained complacently, "they used to
say-when my name was mentioned
from Dan to Beersheba-'S Strathmore,
Strathmore of the 'steenth Big, good
looking chap" (Srathmore had picked
up Chester's manner of speech), 'one
of the Strathmores Of Boston, Isn't her
Now it's 'Srathmore? That's the chap
Chester's striking forr Oh! yes; l
think III send Chester back to the
troop"
Which, Of course, he never did. Apart
from the fact that he could never have
done without him, he could not have
had the heart.
Chester had been as good a soldier as
he was striker, but he had languished
under barrack rule. Exactly for the
reason that he never said So it was
plain that he had been used to
better things. 1t was so plain
that Strathm0re would never have
thought of suggesting to him to
become a body-seryant, had not Ches-
ter himself when a desperado's bullet
had left the position vacant-yolun-
teered. AS a striker Chester had many
little luxuries that he had lacked be-
fore-hls own room, his own bath-tub,
and the run of his masters small but
choice library. With the help Of dra-
peries and blankets that StrathmOre let
him have, and with that Of some potted
plants he managed upon his own ac-
count, he transformed the room into
quite a sybaritic retreat, and his liter
airy discrimination was thing to won
der at He tackled up colored supple
ments Of the London Christmas papers,
and there was Photographers one
ON his mantel-plece. 1t was Of a
woman who had soft eyes and hair and
a lovely mouth. Strathmore ventured
to ask who it was, one day, and Ches-
ter told HIM that 1t was IAN English
woman, sir"
Now, this was in Texas, in the early
days shortly after the war, in the State
of the Lone Stars palmiest time. There
was much drinking in the land, and
much poker, as well, no pious general
having as yet arisen to bid gambling
cease. There was also some shooting,
but of unattached women there were
sadly few, and those that there were,
were, generally, not very nice. This
condition of affairs led to a good many
unfortunate things. Any man prefers
even a second-rate woman to none at
all, and any man-being deprived of a
standard of comparison for length of
time will come to think that an exceed
ingly poor article is superior enough,
after all.
That was what happened to Strath-
more. He should have known better,
because his youth had been spent
among women who were lovely in ev-
cry way; but the memory of man is
Shorthand he was lonesome There
should be provision for this in the reg
ulations. When a man gets any of the
Ills that frontier service Is apt to in
duce, they bundle him off back East on
a sick leave; yet when-which is in
finitely more prejudiclal to the standing
Of the seryice-he reaches the stage of
loneliness where he would marry the
Witch of Endor herself rather than
continue to be alone, there is no one to
indorse his application to be sent some
where where he can find the proper
sort of girl.
Strathmore had been in the wilder
ness matter of five years, and he was
gradually, very gradually, lapsing from
civilization. The first intimation of this
that Chester had was that the lieuten-
ant made unnecessarily frequent calls
at a ranch-house some ten miles from
the reservation. Chester knew that a
girl lived there-a dreadful girl, who
had a plumply pretty figure and face
but whose speech was thing to shud-
der at, and whose name, besides being
Halloran, was Mamie Pearle. He also
knew that if that were not enough to
set Strathmore's teeth on edge, he must
be in very bad way.
All this worried Chester a great deal
Frequent contemplation of his one pho
tograph had furnished him with the
standard Of comparison which Strath-
more lacked and he could see what the
outcome of things as they were going
was bound to be. He explained it to
the photograph, standing before the
mantel-piece with his hands jammed
deep in his trousers pockets and
pucker on his brow, which was fair to
the li9e of the cap and quite crimson
from there down. IF he marries that
freckled-face Halloran girl" he said,
Nhn'l want IN Sbnot hfrncalf an1 hor