The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1906-06-30
BY ). L. KESTOR.
KCopyright, 1906, by Daily Story Pub. Co..

allty, Ola not notice any particular
inconsistency between his behavior
and the insignia he wore; but he was
introduced to many strangers from the
city and local circle, and many there
were who were impressed most vivid1y
by the difference between his conduct
and his clerical attire
Every new introduction he made the
occasion to buy another drink, and to
every good story he responded with
one just tritie more suggestive.
Among those who drifted into the
club was Will Blakesly, and the antics
OF the chaplain" amused him exceed
ingly-al they also shocked him.
Especially was he impressed when
somebody proposed a game of poker,
which the chaplain" seconded most
enthusiastically. Young Blakesly had
not caught Robertson's name, and as
the party entered the card room took
occasion to ask him. The major dove
into the pocket Of his coat and pro-
duced card which he handed Blakes.
ly. It read:
Augustus W. Bush, LII. D., Chap
lain 124th I. N. c.
The young man gasped in new
spasm of surprise. This, then, was
his sisters tiancee-the devoted young
priest whose beautiful spirituality had
won her earnest, honest heart. Blakes-
ly had been abroad for several years
and had just returned. He never had
met Bush, and in view of all the cir
cumstances he scarcely felt he would
care to meet him again.
B1akesly pondered for several days
as to what to do about it. He was a
man of the world and not at all Pur1.
tanical in his Judgment of men, Nor
did he make it a practice to dip into
other peoples affairs.
But this was so hagrant--so plain
so simple a case of a red-hot sport
hiding in the guise of the clergy that
he felt it his duty to warn his trusting
and unworldly sister. Still, so con-
sservative was he, that it required sew
eral days hard thinking before he
could convince himself that this was
the right course
Then, with the Blakesly directness,
he told the whole pitiful story-and
hed before her tears. That same night
the Rev. Augustus w. Bush was rudely
aroused from the sweetest day-dreams
ne had ever known by a note from
Miss Dora, which shattered those day
dreams into smithereens.
But dormant in Rev. Augustus W.
Bush, chaplain, lay the old "Busty'
Bush, football player, oarsman and
crack wrestler of his class and after
repining for several days Dusty" got
the better of the Reverend" and he
marched to Miss Dora to demand an
explanation-n would he submit to
interference by the girl who answered
the door. He forced his way into
Miss Blakeslys presence and de-
manded an explanation with a vigor
and initiative which, while it did not
enhance his spirituality in Dora's
eyes, gave her a new insight into his
manhood-which after all is the real
thing in the eyes of woman.
Thus forced she told him the dread
full tale and pointed at him the finger
OF scorn and stamped her pretty foot
many times.
after the outburst was over, BUS
~ (for it was ''Busty' now) laughed
a great laugh, and demanded to face
her brother.
Eyes, I'll face him." said Blakesly.
dropping his napkin and striding to
the reception room. ''The whelp, to
dare make such bluff!''
The two men faced each other in
silence for a moment, then Blakesley
began to feel the red blood creep into
his face and neck. Dusty" stood his
ground calm and assertive.
"Well, I'll be dished," said Blakesly,
weakly. "This is not the man I saw.
But look here. Is this your card?"
1T is,' replied the chaplain.
We'll, there's some mistake" re-
turned Blakesly, desperately. e'But
where were you in Tuesday night?"
where was I, Miss Blakesly %
asked the chaplain turning to the girl.
TUESDAY night? Why, here, of
course" she replied. t'That's the day
we arrived and I sent you the note, >,
WELL" said Blakesly, gulping des-
perately. "It's on me and I'm an ass.
But please tell me who in thunder it
was gave me this card" =
The chaplain pondered a minute
then a great light broke upon him and
he. laughed until it got beyond, a
laugh-he whooped. ~
: 1T was the major" he cried: still
slapping his iegs.l 1--WE tent together,
and in my haste to respond to your
note I got into his coat, I noticed, it
when took it.off. Naturally he took
what was. left 49,. 81 54.!$. ~..<. .$=;: i
(: After their laugh, Blakes1y quietly
withdrew and the lovers made up. in
the old, old way. !. It did cost Blakes-
" many bottles, however. nor did Rob-
.ertson escape scot free. . Even the;
chaplain became (. Bust once more
5and bought. : & sri pper5 Without Wine)2