Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1910-09-29

the nerce plast without. One was DR..
Schuchardt, the other Lieutenant En-
mis-, Joint occupant with Lanier of the
tiny premises. As Corporal Cassidy
later expressed it, he felt like I'd lost
a bullying pot on an ace, full" He
couldn't run after and beg them to
come back. yet he and his comrades
were stiff from cold and almost breath
less from exhaustion. Suddenly No.
SIS 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.
"Who the DEVILS that?"
Corporal Cassidy, sir The post sur
geon told me to bring No. 5 in here
and thaw him out"
But by this time Mr.. Lanier himself
appeared in the hall. well. should
say! Come right in here, you two.
Pull off your gloves and get out of
those caps and things. Man alive
this to No. 5-"why 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 could, but I can't. Help
yourselves now best you can. Rub
and kick all you want to; dance If it'll
warm you" And all the time he was
crowding them up about a roaring
stove. where presently he made them
sit while he hustled about at buffet
in the adjoining room. You'll have to
holm mo oorpOrol proSonflx, ho orio6
"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
itv'
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 guardroom,
where now some thirty men were hud-
died 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.
well. amt he the dandy lieutenant,
though" queried Casey of troop.
"And did he give you yer new cap,
too, Quinlan? Sure the wan you
marched on wild had the mange!'
Cassidy snatched 1t from his COM
rade's head Mother av Moses! If
he hasn't lifted the heutenant's"- But
he broke off short One glance he had
given the band within. There was an
instant of indecision. then he whipped
his own cap from his head and thrust
it on Quinlan.
Pm a liar" he said. Its me own
he's had"
'Then you wear two sizes, Jim Cas-
sidy. an both different" Quinlan had
pulled the headpiece down and was
staring in at the soft lining. whats
this?" he began. when the corporarS
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
the 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 casual at Fort
Gushing at the moment. summoned
thither as witness before a general
court martial then in session. but there
was nothing casual in his friendship
for Bob Lanier. Two years campaign
ing in Arizona and one in Wyoming
had made these subalterns fast friends.
Blake was no pet of the post COM
mander. Blake had way Of saying
satirical things of seniors whom he did
not fancy, and Button was one Of
these.
About the only officer not to put in
an appearance In the club room at the
store the next morning. out of doors.
ITO BE Continued