New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1910-08-17

might mean arrest, inquiry and dis
charge after explanations to the corn-
/ mandant. Colonel Krimnitz, of whose
/ severity Carson felt no real fear. But
ii he tried to go away after running
the guard he might be fred on as a
spy making off with complete photo
| graphs. Altogether it was safest to
aight, thought Carson, and he settled
on the parade ground, greatly to the
agitation of an awkward squad drill
ing under a sergeant, whose beloved
commands comma We're cut short off by the
Whr OF the reversal Of the Virginia's
wing blades. He turned and saw the
huge dragon fly with its bow rudder
pointed at him like a great mandible.
The drill sergeant's expression car
r1ed conviction to the sergeant of the
guard, where his description Of devil
Of a bird thing that you couldn't see at
all till it struck the ground might not
have been credited. The guard turned
out and moved on the parade ground.
Ihe guard encountered great silver
winged insect with a snug car amid
ships, her four braces sticking in the
Bermuda grass like very short legs.
The guard halted at five PAGES, and
the sergeant advanced, obtaining his
first good look at Mr.. Craighead, main
tanning the attitude of military carica-
ture with a steadiness perfectly statu-
esque. The sergeant, little man
with red mustache turned up la
kaiser, looked at him for half minute
and uttered a mysterious exclamation
Craighead remained motionless, his
hand to his cap. The sergeant amaz-
eddy returned the salute. Craighead
relaxed his tense muscles, dropped his
hand to his side and winked with the
utmost sobriety of expression.
''Podner," said he, "have yeh got any
! eatin' tobacker?'
I'll trouble you gentlemen for your
passes returned the sergeant.
Unfortunately" replied Mr.. Craig
head, 'we omitted to obtain passes.
Say no more, Mr. Sergeant. We are
all soldiers This is Gennle Theodo'
Cahson, M. A., and this Mr.. Waddy,
who served in his youth in the typhoid
uprising at Chickamauga in the Span
ish-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 Morgan
"Here's Captain Bolger now Tell
him about it,
Captain Bolger was a choleric gem
Sherman's, much thinned by the in
crease in the area of the face since the
establishment of the foliage. He adj
vanced rapidly, with hippety- hopping
gait, as if catching step with an imag-
mary companion very careless Of the
march.
whats this, sergeant?" he sputter-
ed. ''This is quite irregular, sergeant
irregular. The parade ground! A
ID thing with wings and V type
engines! And no passes? Some one
will sweat for this. Highly irregu-
lar!'
Pardon me-" said Theodore .My
name is Carson. I miscalculated my
speed. know Colonel Krimnitz, and
if
Colonel Krimnitz, SIR" said Captain
Bolger, is temporarily on leave. am
the officer of the day, sir. You will
| produce a pass for your COMPOUNDED
aeronef or l shall order you''-
II feel sure" said Mr.. Carson, chat
Colonel Krimnitz'-
Colonel Krimnitz be hangedp' re.
torted Captain Bolger ssYou can't
come the Krimnitz game, sir, while he
. is on leave. Sergeant!'
"Captainp' said the sergeant, salut-
ing.
"See what that thing is in the fel.
lows hand,'' pointing to Mr.. Waddy S
camera. 'sTake it, and if it's a bomb
| explode it at sea. If it's a camera
turn it over to me instantly and confine
these men. My compliments to Major
! Fathers, and say to him that I have
confined three men who ran the guard
in an airship, with bombs or cameras
1 as the case may be; that have the
alrship under guard and await his in.
| structions at headquarters
And Captain Bolger hippety- hoped
| to headquarters, followed by a soldier
! with camera. The three interlopers
went into the guardhouse, while Cap
tain Bolger's message went to Major
Fathers, commandant in the absence
| Of Colonel Krimnitz.
! II won't stand it' Mr.. Waddy shout
ed. Il want to wire John 81. Gum!
want to wire Washington, tell you
John Fl. Gum, speaker Of the house
He'll make somebody chew hay fol
this!''
Mr.. Craighead began humming 'sIt's
Twenty Miles to Vassar,'' evidently a
West Point ditty, paced the guard
house, turning corners with military
precision or stood accurately with Ger
tain fingers on certain seams of his
trousers as precise as a tin soldier
The atmosphere had permeated his
/ system, and when q cOrDOraIS guard