Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1907-06-14

dents health. 1t was received in sullen
silence; I was the only man who hon
ored it by rising from his seat.
The Major had proposed the army, and
they had responded to their noble selves.
A young man of weak expression and
quavering legs had proposed, 1.-THE COM
merce of Aureataland," coupled with the
name of Mr.. John Martin, in laudatory
but incoherent terms, and 1 was on my
legs replying. Oh, that speech of mine
For RESPONSIVENESS, for repetition, for
sheer inanity, suppose it has never
been equaled. l droned steadily away;
as l went on the audience paid less and
less attention. 1t was past twelve. The
well of my eloquence was running drier
and drier, and yet no sound outside l
wondered how long they would stand it
and how long 1 could stand it. At IL rs
l began my peroration. Hardly had 1
done so, when one of the young men start
ed in gentle voice ditty. One by one
they took it up, till the rising tide Of
voices drowned my fervent periods. Per-
force 1 stopped. They were all on their
feet now. Did they mean to break up?
In despair at the idea 1 lifted up my
voice, loud and distinct, in a verse of the
composition, and Selling my neighbor's
hand began to move slowly round the
| table. The move was successful. Each
| man followed suit, and the whole party,
| kicking back their chairs, revolved with
lurching steps.
| The room was thick with smoke. Me-
chemically led the chorus, strainins ev-
| cry nerve to hear a sound from outside.
l was growing dizzy with the movement,
| and, overwrought with the strain on my
| nerves, knew few minutes more would
| be the limit of endurance, when at last l
heard loud shout and tumult of voices.
whats that?" exclaimed the Major,
in thick tones, pausing as he spoke.
| l dropped his hand, and seizing my re-
| volver, said:
Some row In barracks, Major. Let
'ern alone"
Il must CO." he said. "Character-Au-
reataland-army-at stake"
Set thief to catch a thief, Ell, Ma
Jor?" said 1.
"What do you mean, sir?" he slut
tered. Let nae 60"
IF you move, 1 shoot, Major" said L,
bringing out my weapon. 1 never saw
greater establishment on human counte-
nance. He cried:
Hi, stop him-he's mad-he's going
to shoot ~
A shout of laughter rose from the crew
around us, for they felt exquisite appre-
citation of my supposed joke.
Right you are, Martin" cried one.
Keep him quiet. We won't go home
till morning"
The Major turned to the window. 1t
was a moonlight night, and as / looked
with him | saw the courtyard full of sol
dlers. Who was in command? The an
swer to that meant much to me. The
sight somewhat sobered the Major.
"a mutinyw he cried. 1.-The soldiers
have risen !"
Go to bed" said the junior ensign.
Look out of window o. he cried.
| They all staggered to the window. As
the soldiers saw them, they raised a shout
l could not distinguish whether it WAS a
greeting or a threat. They took it as the
latter, and turned to the door.
"Stop!" L cried; ST shoot the first man
who opens the door"
In wonder they turned on me- 1 stood
facing them, revolver in hand. They
waited huddled together for an instant,
then made rush at me; 1 fired, but
missed. l had vision of a poised COB
let; second later, the missile caught me
in the chest, and hurled me back against
the wall AS fell 1 dropped my weapon,
and they were upon me. thought it was
all over; but as they surged round, in
the madness of anger, 1, looking through
their ranks, saw the door open and a
crowd of men rush in. Who was at their
head? 1t was the Calanol, and his voice
rose high above the tumult:
Order, gentlemen, order" Then to
his men he added:
Each mark your man, and two of you
bring Mr.. Martin here"
was saved. To explain how, 1 must
explain what had been happening at the
Golden House, and how the night attack
had Jared.