Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1901-07-24
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CHAPTER II.-CoNr1NUED.

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CHAPTER HOODWINKED.
Stuyvesant's tall, athletic figure
suddenly shut both from view. Never
hesltating, he quickly elbowed the
negro out of the way, seized the
doorknob with his left hand, throw
ing the door wide open, then, look
ing the soldier full in the face, point
ed to the tourist car with the other.
go back at once," was all he said.
The man had been hardly six days
in service and seemed to have learned
little of army life or ways. He was
a whole American citizen, however,
if he was half drunk, and the aver
age American thinks twice before he
obeys a mandate of any kind. This
one coming from a tall young swell
was especially obnoxious.
The uniform as yet had little ef-
feet on Recruit Murray. Where he
hailed from the sight of it had for
years provoked only demonstration
OF derision and dislike. BE didn't
know who the officer was-didn' t
want to know-didn't care. What he
wanted was whisky, and so long as
the money was burning in his pocket
he knew no reason why he shouldn' t
have it. Therefore, instead of obey
ing, he stood there, sullen and sway
ing, scowling up as though in hate
and defiance into the grave, set
young face. Another second and the
thing was settled. Stuyvesant's
right hand grasped the blue collar
at the throat, the long, slender fin
gers gripping tight, and half shot,
half lifted the amazed recruit across
the swaying platform and into the
Keeling car ahead. There he pumped
his captive down into a seat and sent
for the corporal. Connolly came,
rubbing his eyes, and took in the
situation at a glance.
II ordered him not to leave the
car three hours ago, SIR" he quickly
spoke. But after supper I got
drowsy and fell asleep in my section.
Then he skinned out. I'd iron him,
sir, if l had anything of the kind"
No. said Stuyvesant, don't think
of that. just keep a watch over
him and forbid his leaving the Sec
ton. No, sir, none of that" he add
ed, as in drunken dignity Murray
was searching for a match to light
his pipe and hide his humiliation.
There must be no smoking in this
fimsy car, corporal. A spark would
set fire to it in second"
Them was my orders, sir. This
fellow knows it as we'll as 1 do. But
he's given trouble one way or other
ever since we started. You hear
that again, now, Murray; no drink;
no smoke. I'll see to it he doesn't
quit the car again, SIR" he conclud-
ed, turning appealingly to the young
officer, and Stuyvesant, taking a
quiet look up and down the dimly
lighted, dusty aisle, was about to
return to the "diner," when Muir
ray struggled to his feet. Baked
in his hope of getting more drink,
and defrauded, as in his muddled
condition it seemed to him, of the
reused to evil effort by the vile iq-
uor procured surreptitiously some
where along the line, the time had
come for him, as he judged, to assert
himself before his fellows and prove
himself man.
"You think you're a better man
than I am,'' he began, thickly, glar-
ing savagely at the young officer.
But I'll be even with you, young
Teller. I'LL And here ended the
harangue, for, one broad hand
clapped over the leering mouth and
the other grasping the back of his
collar, Corporal Connolly damned
him down on the seat with shock
that shook the car.
'Shut up, young drunken fool,'' he
cried. "Don't mind him, lieutenant
He's only day at the depot, sir
Sit still, you blackguard, or III
smash you!''-this to Murray, who
half suffocated, was writhing in his
effort to escape. "A-ch!" he cried
with sudden wrenching away of the
brawny hand, "the beast has bitter
me- and the broad palm, dripping
with blood, was held up to the
light.
Deeply indented, there were the
jagged marks of Murray's teeth.
Here, Foster, Hunt, grab this ma1
and don't let him stir, hand or foot
See what you get for giving a drunk
ard money. Grab him, say!" shout
ed Connolly, grinning with mingled
pain and wrath as the lieutenant lee
him to the washstand.
Another recruit, stalwart fellow
who had apparently seen previou:
service, sprang to the aid of the frs
two named, and between them
though he stormed and struggled :
moment, the wretch was damned ant
held in his corner.
Stanching the blood as best h
could and bandaging the hand will
his own kerchief, Stuyvesant bad
the corporal sit at an open window
for moment, for he looked a trif1'
faint and sick-it was a brutal bite
But Connolly was game.
''That blackguard's got to b.
taught there's a God in Israeli" h
exclaimed, as he turned back to tn
rear of the car. II beg the ieuten
ants pardon, but-hea is not in tn
regular army, I see," with glanc'
at the collar of the young officer
blouse. .sWe sometimes get hare
cases to deal with, and this is on,
Of them, This kind of cur wouldn'
hesitate to shoot an officer in tn
back or stab him in the dark if h
didn't like him. I hope the ieuten
ant may never be bothered with hin