Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1901-08-30

told the company refused to REIN.
burse you. What excuse did they
give?''
Its of little consequence. sir
laughed Stuyvesant. ssThe loss hasn't
swamped me-"
that's as may be-" answered the
general. 'sIt's the principle involved
That company is coming money by
the thousands Transporting troops at
full rates. and some of the cars it
furnished were simply abominable
What was the excuse given?"
'sThey said, or rather some official
| wrote, that they wouldn't reimburse
US because they had already had to
sustain the loss of that car due to
the carelessness of our men, and
their own train-hands, general, know
there was no smoking and the men
were all asleep. Foster had a very
narrow escape, and Corporal Connel-
ly was badly burned Juggling Murray
out"
The general took from a stack of
correspondence at his right hand a
letter on club paper, studied it mo-
ment, and then glanced up at Stuy-
vesant. "Was not Col. Rays regi-
met with you at Chickamauga?' he
asked.
cit was expected when left, gen
eral. You mean the -th Kentucky %
81 mean his volunteer regiment
yes. was wondering whether any of
his family had gone thither. But you
wouldn't be apt to know"
And Stuyvesant felt the blood be-
ginning to mount to his face. He
could answer for it that one member
had not gone thither. He was won
dering whether he ought to speak of
it when Drayton finally turned upon
him and held forth the letter. "Read
that" said he, "but regard it as con-
fidential."
It was such a letter as one frank
old soldier might write another. It
was one of a dozen that had come to
Drayton that day asking his interest
in behalf of some young soldier about
joining his command. It was dated
at Cincinnati five days earlier, and
before Stuyvesant had read half
through the page his hand was trem-
bling.
Dear Drayton." it said. SCI am in snarl.
and want your help. My sisters pet boy
came out to try his hand at ranching near
us last year. He had some money from
his father and everything promised we'll
for his success if he could have stuck to
business. But he couldn't. Billy Ray. COM
manding my first squadron, was stationed
with me, and the first thing knew the
boy was head over ears in love with Bflly's
daughter. I can't blame him. Marion.
Junior, is as pretty girl as ever grew up
in the army, and she's brave and winsome
lass besides-her dad all over. as her mother
says.
walters ranch was 80 miles away, but
he'd ride the 60 six times a week. If need
the cattle could go to the wolves. Then
came the war. The governor OF Kentucky
gave Ray the command of regiment, and
that fool boy of mine begged him to take
him along. Ray couldn't. Besides, don't
think he half liked Walters devotion to
the girl, though he hadn't anything against
him exactly. Then I was retired and sent
home, and the next thing my sister. Mrs.
Foster, came tearing in to tell me that
Walter had gone and enlisted-enltsted In
the regulars at Denver and was going to
Frisco and Manila, as he couldn't get to
Cuba. She's completely broke up about 1t.
Foster went to Washington and saw
the president and got a commission for him
IN the signal OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES he
should be with you by the time you get this.
so l wired ahead. He isn't altogether bad
parents a good deal of anxiety in his var
sity days abroad. He was in several
scrapes along with boon companion who
seems to have been much like him,
physically and morally, that, motherlike,
Mrs. Foster is sure that very much OF
which her Walter was accused was really
Gone by Wally's chum. I'm not SO sure of
this myself. but at all events Foster made
it condition that the boy should cut loose
from the evil association, as he called it.
before certain debts would be paid. ]
don't know what soldier stuff there Is in
him-if any-but give him a fair start for
old times sake.
Il need not tell you that wish you all
the JOY and success the double stars can
bring I'd be in it too but for that old
Spottsylvania shot-hole and rheumatics.
Ny eagles. however. will fold their wings
and take rest. but we'll flap 'em and
scream every time you make a ten,strike
yours ever.
'.MARTINDALE."
Stuyvesant did not look up at once
after finishing the letter. When he
did, and before he could speak, the
general was holding out some tele-
grams, and these too he took and
read-the almost agonized appeals of
mother for news of her boy-the
anxious inquiries, coupled with sug-
gestlons OF the veteran soldier con-
corning the only son of beloved sis
ter. Drayton's fine, thoughtful face
was full of sympathy-his eyes
clouded with anxiety and sorrow.
Martindale was not the only old sol
der in search of son OF nephew that
fateful summer.
'You see how hard it is to be able
to send no tidings whatever he said.
Il sent to you in the hope that you
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pianation-might suggest some clew
Or theory. Can you?''
There was just one moment of si-