Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1901-07-11
Everyday
-Courage.
By ETHEL WRIGHT.

Polite" grumbled Lieutenant Will
loughby to hknself as he entered the
hallway Of his friends apartment ir
response to a summons bawled out
from some part Of the interior. What!
Breaking upT the caller asked. peering
through q lighted doorway. He had
been obliged to announce himself In
some way. for the occupant Of the
room SAT on the floor with his back TO
the entrance and evidenced no inten-
ton Of turning 70 greet his visitor.
"Scott, your manners are beastly,"
was the intruder's next remark as he
threaded his way through the maze Of
household wreckags that made ingress
difficult At this the broad shoulders
turned quickly. and in a moment Scott
was shaking his friends hand In a
manner 80 hearty that Willeughby for
gave the boorishness of his first greet
ing.
"sit down. old man, II you can and
place. Yes. we are breaking up, as you
call It," and the speaker swept his
arms In a hopeless way over the con-
fusion of books. pictures and bachelor
bric-a- -brac.
where is the boyY asked the call
er.
Cleared out" was SCOTS short re-
ply as he turned to light his pipe and
rummage about for another for his
friend.
"You haven't quarreled, have your
Willoughby inquired quickly. for when
be left the city q year ago Scott and
''the boy" had just taken the apart
ment that was now being dismantled,
and the two were apparently settled
for some time.
How long have you been in town"
Scott asked instead Of answering VIII
loughby's question.
Got here at o'clock. had to stop
at Washing ION yesterday to make a re-
port and came over this morning. l
tell you It's good to get back even for
30 days. The fun Of soldering In Cuba
|. Is all over. There is nothing but man.
ual labor to do there now" Then he
added after a moments hesitation, II
wouldn't have left though. on any
other errand than the one that brought
me here"
"Official, l suppossr
NO." replied Willoughbyi ION the
contrary, quite the reverse"
Scott mumbled something and look
ed SO abSurdly unhappy that the young
| soldier laughed outright
"What is the trouble, old manl Has
some one bothered you with a retainer?
You say Harrison has cleared out.
What is II ali about? Don't sit there
looking at me in that lugubrous fash
ion. Out with It"
"The boy and ! haven't quarreled,"
Scott answered after few futile pulls
leaving me with these confounded
rooms on my hands, but there was no
| row. He has changed his planS-livins
over in Jersey somswhere-Cranford,
believe"
"Oh, Crawford" was the lisutenanrs
observation, seemingly to himself, as
he recalled that the object Of his er-
Aohd Atcd M tuC ut4k bUp. Auu
| that's what makes you 80 GUM, is itf"
"Not exactly" Scott spoke now with
the tone Of a man who has formed q
resolution to perform hateful duty.
''If you will find seat somewhere and
light that pipe, I'll tell you about It
Fact is, my boy, you are In this story
h a way"
Willoughby's expression was a COM
posite of mystincation and uneasiness,
but he only waved his hand as n signal
that his friend should proceed. This
was just what he did not seem ready
to do.
'For heavens sake, II you have any
thing to say" Willougflby finally re-
marked rather peevishly, SAY itv'
Harrison Is going to marry Miss
Mead" Scott said suddenly, being care
full, however. not to look at his listener.
When he had impaired this informa-
ton, he seemed to be able to 60 ahead
without any further delay. "I'll tell
Fou how 1t happened-the engagement,
l mean. The boy has known her a
long time; ever since he came to New
York. First girl he ever met, and he
| was in love with her from the moment
he was introduced. Says he was, any
way. But Harrison, you know, Is a
queer sort of chap. Has no Idea Of his
worth and all that. He isn't half push
full enough TO get along in this world
with men, let alone women. He
thought Miss Mead would never lock
OF bin. ana | Igppose she took him at
.. D,y'' L..On. Women are apt to
~ t....-, ,U !-Iow. At any rate, he
| made no progress. You know what
mean. l cm telling you the results Of
| anything sbOut It.
well. atter Miss Mead met you at
Tampa last year the boys chances
| seemed to dwindle to nothing"
1t seems to me you are making a
| long story ce It." said Willoughby.
Cant you cut iti'
Better let me go on, guess. Now
| I've told you how the case stood when
Miss Mead came north last year"
| The listener made another move to
| protest against the form the narrative
had taken. but realizing that his tor
mentor knew no other way OF telling
what he had made up his mind to say
| Willoughby settled back again.
Three or four months after we had
been reading in the newspapers about
| your work in Cuba Hprrison was
] drawn ON y jury" 4 groan from VIII