The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1903-01-31

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which was her chosen one, civilian or
soldier.
I'm sorry I'm on guard today, Miss
Curtis" said Billy, "for there is hop
tonight in the mess hall, and l can't
be there. l shall think of you waltz
ing while 1 am walking my dreary
post"
"What number are you, Mr.. LangY"
Number four" answered Billy.
Its just back of the commandments
tent and runs parallel to the road lead
ing along the bluff to the hotel. TO
on post at taps and walk till midnight.
I'll be there just at the time the hop
is over"
Hurry up and turn out first re-
lief!" yelled the corporal of the guard,
and Billy Lang said hasty good-by
and dug out at double time for the
gun rack outside the first guard tent.
Its duty" he sighed to himself, "a
hard duty, but still duty even if 1t
does take you away from the girl you
love-"
1t was II o'clock at night. Taps had
sounded an hour earlier. Billy Lang
was pacing up and down number four
between the trunks of the great elms.
which, with the sentinels, guarded the
camp. 1t was the blacklist kind OF a
night. Up on Gro Nest mountain and
to the northward toward the Catsklus
Hudson's crew was playing tenpiiis.
1t is long bowling alley which Old
Rips friends use when they begin their
favorite game. The thunder came
nearer and the lightning played over
head. This is a time when the senti.
mel, with his steel bayonet pointing
skyward, feels more nervously appre-
hensive than when in the face OF liu-
man enemy. Patter, patter, pattel
the rain began to fall on the leaves OF
the elms. The sentinels on number
four knew that in a minute the gates
would open and then the deluge
There are no rains like those on the
Hudson. There are no drops-a solid
mass of water falls.
The Pickering oil lamp at the south
end of the post sent feeble CLEAN out
into the darkness. Forty yards down
the roadway Billy Lang saw some one
approaching. who comes there"
rang out the challenge.
Friends" came the answer, in q
mans voice.
A flash of lightning Lit up the road
way and Billy Lang saw Freoerich
Jackson and Francis Curtis held mo-
tionless by his challange. At that In
slant came the delnge. Umbrellaless
and unprotected in any way stood the
young couple, straining their eyes
toward a place where they knew was
young fellow with bayonet-tippcd
rifle.
Billy Lang knew that he could
strain a point and let these twain
pass. Any cadet in the corps would
have done it on recognition as certain
as his. But Billy was a stickler fol
duty. Ye knew his orders. Halt
friends" he said, and then, raising
his voice, he yelled: Corporal of the
guard No. T."
No one has a right to cross sen.
tinels post after taps unless he have
the countersign. In times of peace
the corporal is called to recognize
and advance people without the pass
word.
How the rain did come down
Frances Curtis light ball dress was
rag. She was chilled through and
she stood holding the arm of heI
escort and shivering from her light
slippers to the bedraggled rose that
crowned her hair. Frederick Jack.
son was in as bad a plight, though
he didn't allow himself to SILVER.
Its my duty" said Billy Lang tc
himself, land Frances is a stickler
for duty; she'll like me all the better
for it,"
The corporal came at last. He al.
lowed the shiyering couple to pass
on to the hotel. He saw the plight
they were in, and if he hadn't been a
yearling corporal and Billy Lang a
first-class man, he would have told
No. that he was an ass for not
using little common sense and al
lowing the storm-stricken pair to
pass.
Frederick Jackson left for New
York the next morning. When be
was relieved from guard Billy Lang
called at the hotel. Miss Curtis
could not be seen that day. She was
slightly indisposed. The next after.
noon Billy Lang received note. 1t
was in Frances Curtis handwriting.
1t read like this: "A telegram from
New York tells mother that Mr.. Jack.
son is dangerously i'll with pneu
monia as a result of exposure in the
storm. He has 10 relatives nearer
than England. l am a great stickler
for duty, and so mother and l are
just leaving for New York to nurse
Mr.. Jackson. You will doubtless ap
prove my course, for you are one of
duty's own disciples"
Frances Curtis did not return to
West Point that summer. 1t was late
in the fall when the postman Que day
handed Billy Lang an envelope post.
marked New York. 1t contained wed.
ding cards, in which the names
Curtis and jackson were prominent.
A yearling corporal stuck his head
in the door. Tomorrow, Lang" he
said, ''you are on special duty"
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