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The guard halted at five PAGES
and the sergeant advanced, obtain
ing his first good look at Mr.. Craig
head maintaining the attitude OF
military caricature with a steadi
ness perfectly statuesque. The ser
geant, a little man with a red nous
tache turned up a la Kaiser looked
at him for half a minute, and ut
tered a mysterious exclamation. the
meaning of which was quite un'
known to Mr.. Waddy and Carson,
what the billy h-hotel bill.
said he.
Craighead remained motionless,
his hand to his cap. The sergeant
amazedly returned the salute
Craighead relaxed his tense mus
cles, dropped his hand to his side
and winked with the utmost so
briefly of expression.
! "Podner," said he, have yeh got
any catin' tobacker?"
III trouble you gentlemen for
your passes returned the ser
geant.
tlilol NfiiNH .'''
Craighead. I'VE omitted to obtain
passes. The fact is that the posts
were so mar apart in the stratum
in which we entered that We missed
the sentries and accidentally ran
the guard. We may have overesti'
mated the height of the American
soldier and passed over the heads
of our audience. We will, however
make good now, and take out all
necessary credentials. Say no
more, Mr.. Sergeant. We see your
position, and YOU may trust our
discretion. We are all soldiers.
This Is Gennel Theodo' Cahson, NJ.
A., and this Mr.. Waddy. who served
in his youth in the typhoid uprising
American war Show your button,
Mr.. Waddy, as an S. A. w. V. You
see, sergeant, that you are quite
! safe against our capturing Fort
Morgon. Am | right in my assump'
| ton that he building yonder, from
which the officer is emerging so in
confidently, is the headquarters?
yes, sir replied the sergeant.
Then" said Mr.. Craighead, will
you not present us to the command
ant? You may leave guard for
the aeronef. Your arm, sir!"
ut won't be necessary" said the
sergeant. Here's Captain Bolger
now"
Captain Bolger was choleric
| gentleman, with whiskers like Gen.
eral Sherman's, much thinned by
| the increase in the area of the face
since the establishment Of the foil
age. The beard was black: but the
red shone through vividly in color
scheme that made the Bolger face
an Indian summer sun just above
the horizon, with its lower limb in
dark haze. He advanced rapidly
with a hippety-hopping gait. as II
catching step with an imaginary
companion very careless of the
march
whats this, sergeant" he sput.
tered. whats this? This is quite
Irregular, overwhelmingly irregu-
lar. The parade ground. A damned
thing with wings and N-type en-
gines---two of them-two of them !.
What do YOU mean by IT, sergeant
And no passes? Some one will
sweat for this-highly Irregular"
He pulled up suddenly and painted
violently. The perspiration begin
ming to drip down from under his
service hat he took the hat off
turned his back as If concealing
some very private matter. wiped
his head and face deliberately with a
silk handkerchief then turned to
the sergeant suddenly, his heels
clicking. his posture intensely mill
tary. rs if to close the incident OF
the handkerchief. and put II into
the dead past forever.
| THE parade ground" he re-
peated IN an outraged tone. as II II