The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-01-21
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TWO KINDS
OF A HERO
BY Edward Broderick
Copyright, lS122, by the
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


and a ballthe ball of the season. You
must see TO that, jeanne
The colonefs daughter lifted spar
king eyes from the newspaper. 1T
was glorious" she breathed, "glorl.
ous!' She bent over the paper, her
cheeks glowing. Over and over she
had read the account of Lieutenant
Weisolrs gallant charge on the Indian
stronghold at Checauba guleh. All the
west rang with praises for the lieu
tenant.
Jeanne McDermont had lived her
twenty years a hero wOrshiper. She
loved the colonel not so much because
lie was her father as because he was
her hero. And even the colonel could
point to no better days work than this
of little Lieutenant Weisolrs.
Papa she called with n rather
timid voice.
The colonel after moment spoke an
encouraging We'll, Jeanne2"
u she began, "I-Lieutenant Wei
soll-I never told you. He kcd me
lowell. he asked me. 1t was just be-
fore he left, and was so sorry for it
all. l told him No."
and now you'd change your mind,
you hero hunter. you" Her hand was
pressed over his lips.
The colonel sat and smoked Like his
girl, he was q hero worshiper Sud
denly he remembered something and.
after moments frowning, spoke:
why, Jeanne, there's little gossip
down in town. a broken down violin
player, n fellow degraded by drink,
came two weeks ago looking for Lieu
tenant Weisoll. When sober, they say
he's quiet, gentlemanly man, sad and
thoughtful; but he's seldom sober. He
plays in the saloons and everywhere
When drunk, he has given out that
Lieutenant Weisoll Is his brother and
has told story that may he true
"They were, this story runs, power
ty stricken family, these Weisolls, when
John, the elder brother. and Harvey
We're growing up. From his boyhood
John, skillful with the bow. was their
chief support. 1t was through his
friendship with congressman that
Harvey secured his appointment for
West Point. The younger brother was
given every chance to work his way up.
John played at the smaller theaters
ana summer ~rcs1o1ts DUcI
gardens. His weakness for drink was
fought ard overcome by his hopes and
pride in his brother and the need of I'M
firing work. Well, Harvey was grad
uated and came west. But now his
brother Is a hopeless and disgraceful
drunkard. That's the tale
What does it matter what his broth.
er is? He Is n hero. broke in Miss
McDermont
Eyes, | know" said the colonel; but
they say what broke down this mu-
stefan brothers will and heart, they
say. was something bit snobblsh-
mean, considering the circumstances
on Harvey's part. The cadet was
ashamed Of the player. they say. OF
course 1t is all gossip and drunken
players tnttlc. Perhaps | shouldn't
have told you"
yes" answered the girl softly; at
does no harm. won't believe mean
ness OF the man who took Checauba.
That attack couldn't have been made
by a-a-a puppy"
1t 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 townspeo-
pie. Now, in the cool of the evening,
he was walking home with Jeanne
McDermont from the parade ground.
He smiled up at the tall girl and
walked us he always did-eyes notice
ably straight ahead. Lieutenant Wei.
soil never turned aside. The right of
way he took, like many short men of
pompous mien, as a matter OF course.
Harvey was not quite pompous, not
even tonight when he felt his pride
and happiness complete. He knew
that he had won more than glory.
He talked gayly of the romance In
this frontier town and of how dreary
Ii had seemed at first. How | want
ed an exchange" he cried, then softly,
"And now | want n life tenure"
She flushed and smiled. "Well, the
old dust certainly has wonderful,
roseate glow" Behind them walked
the colonel. silent and thoughtful, and
several ladies' and officers.
In the main street before the little
frame hotel a crowd Of town oilers
and soldiers were gathered. The
strains of violin music came from the
center of the group, and there was a
hush over the square. For once Lieu
tenant Weisoll turned aside and cross
ed the street to avoid the mel. Miss
McDermonts eyes were intent upon
them, but suddenly she glanced up at
her companion with something of anx-
iety and doubt.
Some one on the outskirts of the
crowd caught sight of the lieutenant
and set up cheer. There was in
slant 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 a stout soldier, began to
cross the street. He was weak. and
she could see his trembling. The yio-
lin was hlseed closely to his shabby
gray coat. His head was uncovered
and bald on top, and 9 shock of yellow
curls fell about his ears and over his
forehead. The girls gaze was held by
the large, hungry blue eyes-eyes fixed
ON Lieutenant Weisoll. She saw the
man by her side start in surprise. The
musician walked steadily and alone
now, and as he came nearer to them
he raised the violin and drew from 1t
some hauntingly sad notes from "Rob-
In Adair." Harvey touched her arm
and Quickened his step, but the man
was close to him, and now he stretch
ed out both hands with bow and vio-
lin in them and called in low tones: