Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1906-08-30
CHAPTER XIX.-CoNTrNUED.

Come back to the army, lad; the
east is no place for a man of your
kidney. Scrape up a commission and
I'll see to it that you get back into the
regiment. Life is real out in the great
west People smile too much here;
they don't laugh often enough. Smiles
have a hundred meanings, laughter but
one. Smiles are the hidden places for
lies, and sneers, and mockeries, and
scandals. Come back to the west; we
all want you, the service and l. When
saw you this afternoon | knew you
instantly, only | was worried as to
what devilment you were up to. Win
this girl, if you can; she's worth any
kind of a struggle, God bless her! Win
her and bring her out west, too"
Warburton wrung the hand in his
till the old fellow signified that his
fingers were beginning to ache.
"Do you suppose she suspects any
thirg?" ventured Warburton.
mo. She may be a trifle puzzled
though | saw her watching your
hands at the table. She has eyes and
can readily see that such hands as
yours were never made to carry SOUP
plates For the life of me, had a time
of it, swallowing my laughter. longed
for a vacant lot to yell in. 1t would
have been a positive relief. The fop
of Troop A peddling soup! Oh, shall
have to tell the boys. You used more
pipe-clay than any other man in the
regiment Don't scowl Never mind
you've had your joke | must have
mine. Don't let that Russian fellow
get the inside track. Keep her on
American soil | like him and don't
like him; and for all your tomfoolery
and mischief, there is good stuff in
you-stuff that any woman might be
proud of, If you hadn't adopted this
disguise. | could have helped you out
bit by cracking up some of your ex-
ploits. Well, they will be inquiring for
me. Good night and good luck. If
you should need me, a note will find
me at the Army and Navy club" And
the genial old warrior, shaking with
silent laughter, went back to the house.
Marburton remained standing. He
was lost in a dream. All at once he
pressed the rose to his lips and kissed
1t shamelessly kissed it uncountable
times. Two or three leaves, not with
standing this violent treatment, fiut-
tered to the floor. He picked them up;
any one of those velvet leaves might
have been the recipient of her kisses,
the rosary of love. He was in love-
such love that comes but once to any
slan, not passing, uncertain, but last
ing. He knew that it was useless. He
had digged with his own hands the
abyss between himself and this girl
But there was a secret gladness; to
love was something (For my part, |
believe that the glory lies, not in be-
Ing loved, but in loving.)
| do not know how long he stood
there, but it must have been at least
ten minutes. Then the door opened
and Monsieur Pierre lurched or rolled
q can't explain or describe the
method of his entrance) into the room,
his face red with anger, and a million
thousand thunders on the tip of his
Gallo tongue.
so! You haf leaf me to clear re
table, eh? Not by a damn! |, clear zee
table? |? | tin5 not | cook, nozZing
else. To zee dining-room, or | hat
you discharged"
All right, Peter, old boy!" cried
Warburton, the gloom lifting from his
face. This Pierre was very funny
fellow
"Petaire! You haf the insolence
to call me Petaire? Why, l haf you
keeked out in zee morning, lackey!"
Cook! mockingly.
Pierre was literally dumfounded.
Such disrespect he had never before
witnessed. 1t was frightful. He opened
his mouth to issue a volley of French
oaths, when Zhamess hand stopped
him.
Look here, Peter, you broil your par
tridges and flavor your soups, but keep
out of the stables, or, in your own
words. keel you or keek you out
You tell the scullery maid to clear off
the table I'm off duty for the rest of
the night. Now, then, allons! Marche!"
And Mseu thames gently but
hrmly and steadily pushed the scandal |
lied Pierre out of the room and closed
she door in his face / shan't repeat |
what Pierre said, much less what he
thought.
Let me read a thought from the |
mind OF each of my principals, the
nnal thought before retiring that night |
karloH Ton leaving Mrs. Chadwick: |
dishonor against dishonor; so it must
be. l can not live without that girl
Mrs Chadwick: (when Karloff had
gomez He has lost, but | have won.
Annesley: So one step leads to |
another, and the labyrinth of dishonor |
has no end.
The Colonel: What the deuce will |
love put next into the young mind?
Pierre Ito Celeste) haf heem dis