The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1901-08-16


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yuj& S.' u l ID 1p
''tro6f .-i.fiii tediiIs,sANit White
Feather was "a quiet and 'inolfensiye
fellow. devoid OF the impudence AMI
bad manners peculiar TO recruits nhd I
respectful md helpful 20 his seniors /
The sergeant instructor too. after I
tlmryUok q fancy ~ yiis tifnh recruit |
NE kok ozrN{VXNN teach him !
down and his head mp.
g ''r-tr mnde srhirt capIrymen out o. .
bigger buffers than you" be used % I
remark chsouroglnHlE as he ncaei |
White Feathers horse into cantor
"and IN make rider % you. or l.ll .
breal YOUR perk't' gMlntc Feaiher's
neckfemianed. no broken 70 leis to b.
NIihulNtu lNhl llt u'A hNhhA ''''''
fulfilled his word.
Presently he began to lose the hang
dog look OF suppressed terror with
which he had been accustomed TO. en-
ter the riding school and 20 acquire
the easy swagger OF a cayalryman. His
Ghost CONTRACTED by long hours at the
cuuntcr. developed under heul,hy train
Ing Fresh air and much exercise
helped White Feathers development
which had been sadly retarded by the
heavy. gas-ladcn atmosphere In which
he had lived. HfS nerves acquired tone,
and he learned to take d tumble now
and then as matter OF course and to
FIRE, his caFblne without shutting his
eyes and blanchlng at the explosion OF
the cartridge.
aBlow me. II he Isn't going TO shape.
into a man at lastl" quoth the ser
goant Instructor
Then a great blow fell upon him. He
received one morning a letter from
the girl 10 tell him that she had given.
him up IN favor OF 'shopwaiker who
had expectations OF being set mp in
business. By his father She admitted
that she had adored soldiers and that
she had caused him to- enter the
army for her sake. But she hid
omitted to state that the soldiers she
adored were soldiers who possessed the
Queens commission and who wore
stars instead OF worstcd stripe
II poor White Feather was physl-
cal coward, he was a moral hero. There
is no chance Of n display OF feeling in
barrack room 80. like the Spartan
boy Of old. lie hugged his trouble to
him. slipping the cheap little engage
ment ring with which he had sealed
! his troth into his pocket without
sign beyond the twltching OF his white
lips. Then he M his pipe with the
letter. not out OF contempt, but because
there is little privacy accorded In tbs
correspondence that comes 10 the bar
} rack room, and private soldier Is no
provided with a desk wherein to Keel
, his faded flowers and other sentimen
: tai tokens OF the past.
A The blow was a very heavy one, 10
!, White Feather was without the world
q ly knowledge that should have toll
him long since that he had fixed hi
@ affections upon a vulgar, selfish an
z brainless dirt and he still believed Il
p her.
4 For her sake he had learned 10 over
come his physical cowardice. lie ha
a dreamed OF a possible commission 4
a the dim future and had reioiced In IN
v recently acquired promotion as a ste
@ toward her.
II For her sake. too, he received IN
d news cheerfully when the word passe
through the barracks that the req
l. ment was ordered to South Africa
d meet the Beers. He knew that he wa
10 by mature a coward. but for the men
II DRY OF her he swore an oath TO hin
"a self TO do his duty without sparin
o himself In the coming Tight
h. Look ere. old chap, we amt goln
IL 10 call you White Feather no morel
It said Trumpeter Pipes as they lay t
= gether behind the shelter OF lars
Ne bowlder. against the face OF which II
II Boer bullets were pattering like
l. heavy rain.
< In full sight Of the whole army the
is squadron had crossed the Boer frol
n amid a hail OF bullets which hl
t. brought 20 men 10 earth.
is White Feathers horse had been an
n under him, and. at the risk OF his III
!" he had carried the wounded trumpet
ar into the shelter Of the powders. !
I'd was unhurt, but trembled In every jim
I'd from fear and great exertlon.
as From between two powders
ct peeped out and saw, amid the bodl
I'd OF mon and horses that Uttered Il
ee plain, a wounded man crawling on h
tx hands and knees amid spatter
It. bullets that were kicking puffs OF du
from the dry earth all around him.
IS Il was his captain.
er White Feather watched him fcT
ng moment; then he saw him stop ~
ed lie down on his side despairingly
he could crawl no more.
Il will. for her sake!" He murmur
ire between his clenched teeth and, rlsi
IRE from the shelter OF the rock, he fac
ch the hail OF death that battered 10 I
gh earth around him.
40 Aa no walked into the omen a fal