The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-16
TWO KINDS OF A HERO.

By EDWARD. FREDERICK

will and-heart, they say, was something
bit snobbish-Inean, considering the circum-
stances-on Harvey's part. The cadet was
ashamed of the player they say. OF course
1t is all gossip and drunken players tattle.
Perhaps shouldn't have told you.
YES, answered the girl softly; lit does
no harm. won't believe meanness of the
man who took Cbecauba. That attack
couldn't have been made by a-a-a puppy. y
It was the evening of Lieutenant Weisoll's
homecoming day. The young warrior had
been driven through the streets behind the
regiments band, through ranks of cheering
townspecple.' Now. In the cool of the eve
ming, he was walking home with Jeanne Nc
Dernont from the parade ground.
He smiled up at the tall girl and walked
as he always dd-eyes notieeably straight
ahead. Lieutenant WeiseIl never turned
aside. The right OF way he took, like many
short men OF pompous mien. as matter OF
course. Harveynwas not quite pompous, not
even tonight when he felt his pride and
happiness complete. He knew that he hal
won more than glory.
He talked gayIy, of the romance in this
frontier Lown and OF now dreary it had seemeS
at first. How l wanted an exchange he
cried, then softly, And now 1 want life
tenure. y
She flushed and smiled. Well, the old dust
certainly has a wonderful, Foseate giew."
Behind them walked the colonel, silent and
thoughtful, and several ladies and officers.
In the main street before the little frame
hotel crowd of town idlers and soldiers
were gathered The strains of violin music
came from the center OF the group, and there
was hush over the square. For once Lieu
tenant Weisoll turned aside and crossed the
street to avoid the men. Miss McDermonts
eyes We're intent upon them, but suddenly she
glanced up at her companion with something
of anxiety and doubt.
Some one on the outskirts Of the crowd
caught sight of the lieutenant and set up I
cheer. There instant confusion, and the
crowd began to break. Jeanne looked and
saw bent little figure standing by the hotel
steps. He moved forward now and, assisted
by 3 stout soldier, began to cross the street.
He was weak, and she could see his trem-
bling. The violin was Rugged closely to his
shabby gray coat. His head was uncovered
and bald on top, and shock OF yellow curis
| fell about his ears and over his forehead. The
girls gaze was held by the large, hungry
blue eyes-eyes ixed on Lieutenant Weisoil.
She saw the man by her side start in sur
prise. The musician walked steadily and alone
now, and as he came nearer to them he raised
the violin and drew from it some hauntingly
sad notes from Robin Adair.' Harvey
touched her arm. and auickened his step, but
the man was close to him, and now hs
| stretched out both hands with bow and violin
in them and called in low tones:
Harvey, Harvey, my brother! / knew you
would win out, and 1 never minded waiting,
and when they told me all about it here
WASH surprised. l only said, The day I've
been living on fer is near and
The lieutenant had been detained by the
| girls hand upon his arm. He made an i'm
| patient gesture, as If to force her on. The
musician, seeing, cried out: -
why, Harvey, I'm John. John-your broth
er john" His voice rose to a frightened
| shrek.
"Come!" snapped Weisoll to Jeanne. Come,
| comet!
She whispered in panied amazement But
your brother, John your brother-your broth
| err ---------------------.---
He felt the pain in her voice. His face was
crimson: The colonel and the ladies and:the
| officers we're close upon them. The man with
the violin, weak and dazed, but not drunk
now, stood before them, his hands out
stretched.
II never saw this fellow before, Jeanne"
The lieutenant spoke loudly. II have ne
brother. This is merely d drunken joke.
His voice had risen to shrill pitch. His
| face had. gone from crimson to white, and
she knew that he was lying. She saH the
eyes OF the fallen and denied brother fill with
tears. He turned away: --s.s--- So :
! Jeanne turned on the lieutenant. You cow
ard!'' she cried in ringing tones. You cow
ard!'' ~-..-
turned to the brother and, putting out both
her hands, clasped his hand that held the
| bow. -..-t
I'm glad to know you,: John Weisoll,'' she
said brokenly. "Im proud to know you, John
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