The Coconino sun., 1902-05-03

He went to Chicago, met an old com- anion, forgot his troubles for night and day and came to his dreary senses in the blue, ill-fitting uniform of Q rookie"
 He had a vague idea that he would twin his way" as soldier in the war which had just begun; visions of com ing home a stern and famous officer captain at least-crowded his boyish mind, and with his hopes there min gled, stinging sweet, the sense that at last he might have brought home to Lucy and her people a realization of the fact that he Was not all bad. He even imagined the old "grouch" pity ing him, and in the thought was the grim satisfaction that now at least he had martyred himself. He swore soft ly to himself that he would never drink nor gamble again, and when he left for Chickamauga with his regiment he had not fallen from grace.
 A scribbled nC,e on a postal card telling Lucy that he was gone into the army" was all they hear ~.out him at Buena Vista for three years after that. The Hardings read all the war news with eager curiosity at first, hoping to get some news of Louis, but their interest waned again and again, to be faintly renewed with the actual begin ming of the fight. But there was not a word about Louis, not even his name among the wounded, sick or dead, much less notice of his gsllantry or promo tion. Not until the Cuban and earlier Philippine campaigns had dwindied down into intermittent skirmishes in far parts of the islands did there come a hint that he was yet on earth. Then just line in the list of de ad from dis ease:"
 "Tappan, private company K, Twen- ty-third infantry; dysentery."
 And there ended the career of Louis Tappan. the worthless young man of Buena Vista.
 The station agent at Culver, ten miles below Buena Vista on the Louisville & Nashville, saw the last train "hesi- tate" at his door, and was getting out his key to lock up when weli-dressed. swarthy young man with a small bag dropped off the rear coach and ap- preached him.
 ''This is Culver, isn't it?"
 "Yes, sir"
 "Do you know where Mrs. Tappan, Mrs. Louis Tappan, lives?"
 Don't five here. leastways not in town. I know 'em all. No Tappans and nothing ike that name round here. I'm pretty sure."
 "Moved here from Buena Vista," sug- gested the stranger, wistfully; moved up about a year ago."
 "Oh, hold on! Tappan-oh, her name ain't Tappan no more. She's married to Bill Chesebrough. They was mar ried at Buena Vista a year ago. and come up here to live. Sure T."
 The stranger coughed a few times, looked up and down the tracks, and then:
 "Her first husband. Patten. lar fen"
 Aappan, murmureo the uneasy visitor.
 "Tappan, he died in the Philippines. He was no-good bum and deserted her and the kid. so she ups and marries Bill Chesebrough. Bill is rich. owns all them quarries over to Hopeton. I'll show you where they live; take you right past the door,"
 "No-oo," unused the visitor, half aloud, and fumbling in his pocket, "I guess l won't go up; I-what did you say her first name was. Lucy?"
 "Yes, that's her. She was Miss Lucy Harding, daughter of old 'Skinflint' Harding, down 10 Bue na Vista, richer'n hell and meaner still. He"
 "Yes, know" Twas the interruption, "but you're going past the house. her house?"