The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-20

THEIR WAY THROUGH LA1gIERS BACK
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 the fierce blast without. One was Dr. Schuchardt, the other Lieutenant En- his, joint occupant with Lanier of the tiny premises. As Corporal Cassidy. later expressed it, he felt 'like I'd lost a buIging pot on an ace fuu.' He couldn't run after and beg them to come back, yet he and his comrades were stiH from cold and almost breath less from exhaustion. Suddenly No. 5's carbine slipped from his frozen glove and fell with a crash on the kitchen floor, The next instant the voice of Lieutenant Lanier was heard
 'sWho the devils that?"
 Corporal Cassidy, sir. The post sur Ageon told he to bring No. 5 in here and thaw him out"
 But by this time MT. Lanier himself appeared in the hall. well, I should sayi Come right in here, you two. Pull of your gloves and get out of those caps and things. Man alive"- this to 8No. 5-.swhy didn't you come before? This is no time to stand on ceremony or stay on post either. My strikers stormbound somewhere. I'd help you if I could, but can't. Help yourselves now best you can. Rub and kick al you want to; dance if it'll warm you.' And all the time he was crowding them up about roaring stove. where presently he made them sit while he hustled about at buffet fin the adjoining room. "You'n have to help me, corporal" presently he cried ''One hand can't mix and pour and lift. There's sugar. there's hot water on the stove, there's glasses and here's whisky. Mix it hot, and down with itr'
 After which they were gone, rejoic- ing in their new found strength, yet reaching the nearest barracks only after severe struggle and. later still. the crowded. suffocating guardroon. where now some thirty men were ht1d- dled in a space intended for twenty at most. where Cassidy and No were speedily telling to eager. appreciative ears their unusual, and rejoiceful ex- perience. 3
 ''WeH. ain't he the dandy lieutenant. thought" queried Casey of E troop. s'And did he give you yer new cap. too. Quinlan? Sure the wan you marched on wid had the manager
 Cassidy snatched it from his com rade's head. 'tAIother av Moses. If he hasn't lifted the Iieutenant's'- But I given the band within There was an instant of indecision, then he whipped his own cap from his head and thrust 1t on Quinlan.
 spmsa liar," he said. eIt's me own he's had"
 Then you wear two sizes. Jim Cas- sidy. an both different.' Quinlan had pulled the headpfece down and was staring in at the soft lining. What's thfs?" he began. when the corporal's. fingers closed like wise on his arm.
 "Shut up. Quinlan! The whisky's gone to yer noddle Come here!' And Cassidy led him. wondering, to the barred corridor without and slammed tue door behind them. Mot word do you whisper of this to any man. Pat Quinlan.'' said he. never relaxing his grasp.
 God helps those who help them selves,'' quoth Lieutenant Blake on hearing of the incident at Lanier's quarters, '-but God help those who help other fellows. unless the old man likes it'' Blake was but a casual at Fort Cushing at the moment. summoned thither as a witness before general court martial then in session. but there was nothinz, caSra1 in his friendship for Bob Lanier. Two years campaign ing in Arizona and one in Wyoming had made these subaIterns fast friends