The San Francisco call., 1910-11-06

won't baby the boy. What Of his COM
rades. sir-and the action, what was
it?"
The young man took the veterans $
arm and led him apart from the
women. Captain" he whispered. 'it
was splendid A sergeant at the Pre-
sidio, just returned, told me. 1t was a
held an old church all day against
thousands Larry was shot trying to
drag a comrade from danger-hell get
the honor medall
The captain started In the infinite
issues Of feeling. The dim hall light
glimmered in his eyes until he saw,
through a fulguration OF glory. his son,
heroic figure, symbol OF the older
republic, clean, ennobled, transfigured
die turned to the dark to hide his
brimming tears from Arnold
Well. well, siri''
They saiuted each other gravely as
two officers at parade. The veteran
turned TO the stairs.
And, captain, it's all right about the
money Larry doesn't need 1t. We've
arranged so that he'll send 1t TO me
and I'll hand 1T to you-$S a week. It's
fine of Larry"
IT thank you, sir" The captains air
was brusk. This was irrevelant, this
money talk. He went down the front
stairs, tap, tap, tapping with his cane
to walk the block in the sunshine. re-
membering always that a soldier must
keep his shoulders back.
Arnold stood with folded arms gain g
after him. II am an elegant liar" He
checked a smile. THE captains got
small use for me. Larry-it's tough to
go that wayI''
His mind went back to his dead
bunky; to the moonlight nights on the
Lunetta-to Inez and Josefa and that
Tagalog girl at Santa Ysabel. He
had loved in many ports and by
ways: he thought OF his days of
youth, of the price he had paid for
them; OF the dead trooper sleeping In
samar-a bit of his own life was bound
up in the moonlight on the island
shores. Maybe Larry was the happier
mani
A touch came to his arm: his bride
OF today was looking up at him.
He wasn't SO bad. was he-Larry7
Did he quarrel with his father
Wouldn't he come homer"
Little girl. he was just like me-my
bunky"
Miss Cranberry says that you've
been paying his fathers room rent and
for his meals and pretending all the
time that Larry sent the money.
What'll you do nowT
kid, I don't know. Do you think
I'd tell the captain that his son was
killed in dirty barrack row? He's
too blind TO read the papers-he never
sees any one-hen never need to
know"
He'll just wait" said Miss Gran
berry. THE grand old mani
Let him wait" retorted Arnold.
Well muddle through somehow
The old woman went bustling of TO
4, l. TIT
sat in grimy little kitchen facing
the air shaft; on one side was the gas
stove, on the other the dining table
with the cracked oilcloth. Admiral
Byng." the Cranberry parrot, swung
on his dirty perch in the window and
squawked at the liquor store cat. which,
utilizing the entire building in it's
forays. had arrived for breakfast with
Granny.
excited query from the stairs. Then
she flew breathlessly to the kitchen.
"A guest, dearie." she cried. "a gen.
tleman to see my little mountain girl!''
Following Miss Cranberry was tall
man whom Sylvia seized on In delight.
His face and neck were burned to a
dull red, the powerful jaws We're clean
shaven, his eyes very blue, and he wore
the best clothes of a woodsman-
funeral black, with a little butterfly tie
of brilliant purple under his celluloid
collar. He carried a cotton -four sack
filled with some protuberant stuff un-
der one arm, and about his clean shoes
crawled a small pointer pup OF the
most unimaginable color as dogs go.
That pup was only a shade more sub
dued than the woodsman's necktie
The strangers eyes shone with salts
faction as he released Sylvia's fingers.
Il brought the pup" he began, AN
I'm the delegate to this weddin'
Why. Louisviller' she chided in her
laughing. Its just fine"
AN Miss Wrinkle sent you some dried
apples" continued the man from the
north. Came from the clearin' over
the ridge on the south fork--yes, sehi'
Jack began his bride to be, in some
confusion, this is Mr.. Banway He's
head faller at camp 8. The boys all
call him Louisville
Bon In Kentuck when / was quite
young, said Mr. BanWay with a