Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-06

heart out in this desert land. She was not
the only army wife and mother that should
have married a notwithstanding
rather than soldier.
The whole post knew by noon that Byrne
was coming, and waited with feverish I'M
patience. Byrne was the power that would
put an end to the doubts and distractions
decide who stabbed Pat Mullins, who set
Downs had gone. and could even settle, pos
sibly the long-doubtful question, "Who
struck Billy Patterson" Sandy believed in
Byrne AZ it did In no one since the days Of
General Crook. With two exceptions, all
Sandy society was out on the parade. the
portcoes. or the northward bluff. as the
sun went down. These two were the Misses
Wren. Angela" said Miss Janet, us keep
ing her room today. and pretending to keep
her temper'-this to Kate Sanders, who had
twice sought admission, despite a girlish
awe of, If not aversion to, this same Aunt
Janet.
But don't you think she'd like to see me
just a little while. Miss Wren?" the girl in
quired. her hand caressing the sleek head
Of one Of the big hounds as she spoke.
Hounds were other objects of Miss Wren's
disfavor. Lazy. offering brutes." she
called them. when after hours Of almost in
had managed to tear down. and to pieces.
a haunch of venison she had slung to the
rafters of the back porch. You can come
in. Kate. provided you keep out the dogs"
see. I think she's sleeping now, and ought
not to be disturbed
"Then I won't disturb her." was Miss
Sanders prompt reply, as she turned away
and would have gone. but the elder re-
strained her. Janet did not wish the girl
for her. and doubtless longed to see her,
and now, having administered her feline
scratch and made Kate feel the weight of
her disapproval. she was quite ready to
into yfoxryo I,A f1n@
bally condemned. Perhaps Miss Sanders
saw and knew this and preferred to worry
Miss Wren as much as possible. At all
events. only with reluctance did she obey
with a pout on her lips as the spinster van
ished in the gloom of the hallway. Angela
could not have been asleep. for her voice
was audible in an instant. Come Up,
Kate" she feebly cried. Just as Aunt Janet
had begun her little sermon. and the SER
mon had to stop. for Kate Sanders came
and neither lass was in mood to listen to
pious exhortation. Moreover. they made It
no interchange Of condolences until she
withdrew. You are not to talk yourselves
into pitch Of excitement" said she. "An-
gela must sleep tonight to make up for the
hours sheIost-thanks to the abominable
remarks OF that hardened young man. .
With that. after pull at the curtain, a
soothing thump or two at Angela's pillow,
and the muttered wish that tho coming
colonel were empowered to arrest recalci-
trant nieces as we'll as insubordinate subs.
she left them to their own devices. They
were still in eager. almost breathless chat
when the crack of whip and sputter of
hoofs and wheels through gravelly sands
told that the inspectors ambulance had
come. Was 1t likely that Angela could sleep
until she heard the probable result of the
inspectors coming?
He was oloseted first with Cutler. Then
DR.: Graham was sent for, and the three
walked over to the hospital, just as the
musicians were forming for tattoo. They
were at Mullins bedside. with the steward
and attendants outside, when taps went
Waiiing out upon the night. There were
nye minutes of talk with that stin be-
wiidered patient. Then Byrne desired to
see MI Blakely at once and alone. Cut
Ter surrendered his office to the depart