Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-07-19

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him, sttded his resentment with an
evident effort You may be less
light-hearted when you learn that the
last of our ammunition is already In
the guns" he remarked, stiff1y
II suspected as much" And the
speaker lifted himself on one elbow to
peer down the line of recumbent fig
ures. Ito be perfectly frank with
you, sergeant. the stuff has held out
considerably longer than l believed 1t
would, judging from the way those
dough boys of yours kept popping at
every shadow in front OF them. It's
marvel to me, the mutton-heads they
take into the army. Oh. nov, you
needn't scowl at me like that Wy
man; I've worn the blue. and seen
some service where fellow needed to
be man to sport the uniform. Be
sides, Ina not Indifferent, old chap.
and just SO long as there remained
any work worth attending to In this
slsirmishing affair, l did it, didn't l?
But tell you, man there Is mighty lit
tie good trying to buck against Fate,
and when Luck once finally lets go OF
victim, he's bound to drop straight
to the bottom before he stops. That's
the sum and substance OF all my
philosophy, old fellow, consequently
never kick simply because things hap
pen to go wrong. What's the use?
They'll go wrong just the same. Con
sequently, upheld by my acquired
philosophy, I'm merely holding back
one shot for myself, as sort OF grand
finale to this fandango. and another for
that little girl out yonder."
These words were uttered slowly,
the least touch OF a lazy drawl appar-
ent in the low voice, yet there was an
earnest simplicity pervading the
speech which somehow gave 1t I'M
pressiveness. The man meant exactly
what he said, beyond the possibility of
doubt The old soldier, accustomed
to every form of border eccentricity,
gazed at him with disapproval.
Either you're the coolest devil I've
met during 80 years Of soldering" he
commented, doubtfully, "or else the
craziest, Who are you, anyhow? l
half believe you might be Bob Hamp-
ton, Of Placer"
The other smiled grimly. "You have
the name tolerably correct, old fellow;
likewise that delightful spot so lately
honored by my residence. In brief,
you have succeeded in calling the
turn perfectly. so far as your limited
information extends. In strict conf
dence 1 propose now to impart to you
what has hitherto remained pro-
found secret. Upon special request OF
a number Of influential citizens OF
Placer, including the city marshal and
other officials, expressed in mass
meeting, / have decided upon desert
ing that sagebrush metropolis to its
just fate, and plan to add the influ-
ence of my presence to the future de-
velopment of Glencaid. learn that
the climate there Is more salubrious,
more conducive to long living, the citi-
zens of Placer being peculiarly excit-
able and careless with their fire
arms"
The sergeant had been listening
with open mouth. "The hell you say!"
he finally calculated.
"The undefiled truth, every word OF
it. No wonder you are shocked. A
fine state of affairs, isn't 1t, when
plain-spoken, pleasant-mannered gen.
tleman, such as I surely ana uni
versity graduate, by all the gods, the
nephew OF a United States senator,
and acknowledged to be the greatest
exponent of scientific poker tn this ter
ritory,-should be obliged to hastily
change his chosen place OF abode be-
cause of the threat of an ignorant and
depraved mob. Ever have rope dan
gled in front of your eyes. sergeant,
and gun-barrel biting into your cheek
at the same time? Accept my word
for 1t, the experience is trying on the
nerves. Ran perfectly square game,
too. and those ducks knew it; but
there's no true sporting spirit left in
this territory any more. However,
spilled milk is never worth sobbing
over, and Fate always contrives to
play the final hand in any game, and
stocks the cards to win"
B "A breath of good, honest prayer
would serve better than anything
else" groaned the sergeant, soberly.
The gray eyes resting thoughtfully
on the old soldiers haggard face be-
came instantly grave and earnest.
Sincerely wish might aid you
with one," the man admitted, but l
fear, old fellow, any prayer coming
from my lips would never ascend very
far. However, / might try the COM
fort of a hymn, and you will remember
this one, which. no doubt. you have
helped to sing back In Gods country"
There was q moments hushed
pause. during which a rife cracked
sharply out in the rayine; then the
reckless fellow, his head partially sup
ported against the protecting bowlder,
lifted up full, rich barytone in rendi-
ton of that hymn Of Christian faith
ssNearer, my God. to Thee!
Nearer to Thee!
Fen though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be, :
Nearer, my God. to Thee!
Nearer to Thee"
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