The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1901-08-09

one would rather have . real home,
place where they weren't bounden
to anybody, no matter if it was hum
bly," (She called it ''humbly," and
associated it in mind with the words
of Payne's immortal song) "Now.
when went to see Col. Ray about
our society, he told me he had to
break up everything, going to Cuba.
but he didn't mention about your
going west"
Father was little low in his
mind that day." said Miss Ray, q
shade of sadness passing over her
face. Both my brothers are in the
service, and one is barely L."
"Out at service!" interrupted the
other. "You don't mean"
'sNo," was the laughing answer,
and in Miss Rays enjoyment of the
situation her eyes came perilously
near seeking those of MIR. Stuyve-
SAINT, which she well knew were fixed
upon her. 81 mean that both are in
the army"
we'll thought not = still Il
didn't know. It's all rather new to
me, this dealin' with soldiers, but
after spell. Our society's getting
much encouraged"
"Red CROSSE" queried Miss Ray,
with uplifted brows and evident in
terest, yet a suspicion of incredulity.
swell, same thing, only we don't
propose to levy contributions right
and left like they do. L am vice
president of the Society of Patriotic
Daughters of America, you know. l
thought perhaps your father might
have told you. And our association
is self-sustaining, at least it will be
as soon as we are formally recog-
nized by the government. You know
the Red Cross hasn't any real stand
ing, whereas our folks expect the
president to issue the order right
away, making us part of the regular
hospital brigade. Now, your father
was very encouraging, though some
officers we talked to were too stuck
up to be decent. When / called on
Gen. Drayton he just as much as up
and told me we'd only be in the way"
just here, it must be owned, Miss
Ray found it necessary to dive under
the table for handkerchief which
she had not dropped.
Mr.. Stuyvesant, ignoring the teach
ings of his childhood and gazing
over the rim of his coffee cup, OBJ
served that she was with difficulty
concealing her merriment. Then, all
of a sudden, her face, that had been
so full of radiance, became suddenly
clouded by concern and distress. The
door at the head of the car had
swung open and remained so, despite
the roar and racket of the wheels
and the sweep of dust and cinders
down the aisle. The steward glanced
up from his cupboard opposite the
kitchen window at the rear, and
quickly motioned to some one to
shut that door. A waiter sprang
forward, and then came the steward
himself. The look in the girls face
was enough for Stuyvesant. He
whirled about to see what had
caused it, and became instantly
aware of a stout-built soldier sway
ing uneasily at the entrance and in
thick tones arguing with the waiter.
He saw at a glance the man had been
drinking, and OWNED he was there
to get more liquor. He was on the
point of warning the steward to sell
him none, but was saved the trouble.
The steward bent down and whis-
pered:
"This makes the second time he's
come in since six o'clock. I refused
to let him have a drop. Can't some
thing be done to keep him out? We
can't lock the door, you know. sir"
Stuyvesant quickly arose and
stepped up the aisle. By this time
everybody was gazing towards the
front entrance in concern and curl
osity. The colored waiter was still
confronting the soldier as though
to prevent his coming farther into
the car. The soldier, with flushed
and sodden face and angry eyes, had
placed a hand on the broad shout
ders of the servant and was clumsily
striving to put him aside.
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