The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1911-06-23
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Sylvia Moore was visiting at her I'M
ele's Texas ranch when she read the
fiaring headlines announcing that Tim
othy Robesons regiment had been or
dered to Eel Paso to take part in the
maneuvers on the Mexican border.
She stared ut the newspaper until tho
members of the family made no secret
of their alarm.
What is the matter, Sylvan" de-
manded Annie Lake curiously. HAS
Timothy eloped with n pretty widow.
or is he the victim off,
HE might us well be dead and bur-
ied," cried Sylvia tragically as she
tossed the paper across the table
Hes gone to war;"
'WarP" they repeated. What warp
"Why, the war with Mexico, Of
course. Hasn't the president ordered
a large force to the borderT"
Mr.. Lake picked up the newspaper
and read aloud the surprising intel
ligence that the war department had
ordered large body of men, arms and
supplies to Eel Paso to take part In
army maneuvers. He read that troops
were already on the way and that
within a few days at the latest tent
ed city would spring up beside the
southwestern border.
Last of all he announced that the
regiment of which Timothy Robson
was lieutenant was on its way to
Texas.
"On the strength of this report you
are positive that Tins going to be
killed." asked her uncle, with quiz
zical smile at Sylvia.
: "Yes," said Sylvia positively. II had
the queerest feeling when said good.
by to him In New York. You know
he's always joking, and when he said.
BE sure to return In time to dance
at your own wedding, Sylvia 1t came
over me that might never come back;
that there might never be wedding
ut all. But / never thought of Tim
being the one Tears came into Syl-
Was forgetmenot eyes, and her cousin
extended n sympathizlng handkerchief.
'Poohl" uttered Mr.. Lake contemp-
tuously. "You make me extremely
weary, Sylvia. AS an American girl
l thought you had more pride Of coun-
try than to weep because your young
man is called to arms"
"a mans first duty cannot always
be- to his country. Oh. l know that's
reasonable or something horrible. but
would not have thought so much
about 1t IL we had not gone over to
I'll Paso the other day and witnessed
all tho fighting across the river in
Juarez"
1--WE didn't see very much, just some
puffs of smoke and lots of noise. 1t
wasn't nearly as bloody as l antici-
pated," remarked Annie thoughtfully.
II saw enough. / wouldn't go there
again for anything in the world" de-
clared Sylvia, rising from her chair
and dropping good night kiss on her
aunt's unconscious brow.
utll 1Ou MOh Ildt thlO III ubp
with me on Thursday and see the
troops arriveT suggested Mr.. Lake.
returning to his newspaper with an
Indifferent air. "Want to go, Amp
"Of course do, dad. And you, Syl-
via?" she questioned her cousin.
II must go. too" cried Sylvia eager
ly. "Why. might see Timothy
there"
"You probably will. my dear, II he
has arrived" And Mr.. Lake buried
himself In his newspaper. this time
oblivious to everything save the good
night kisses. to which he submitted
with genuine pleasure.
The next morning Sylvia and Annie
mounted their horses and rode to tho
farthest boundaries of the ranch.
From here, on the highest ridge, they
paused and looked under shading
hands toward the southwest, where q
cloud hung over the place where was
the city of El Paso.
perhaps by tomorrow he will be
there" said Sylvia aloud.
Annie nodded her black curls. ut
may be that he will arrive today" she
suggested, with a CLEAN of amuse-
ment In her dark eyes.
Sylvia's blue eyes turned to the east
ern horizon. where against the pale
gray blue Of the sky there blurred
dark plume of smoke. Perhaps that
is his train now, Ann" She pointed
with her whip at the smoke.
at may be, honey. l think you're
the luckiest girl in the world, Sylvia
Moore. Tins such a fine fellow. l
wonder Annie stopped abruptly
and fell to musing. with her black
eyes fixed on the rolling alfalfa that
rippled before her.
what do you wonderT asked Syl-
via curiously. withdrawing from her
own reverie.
81 was wondering If you really meant
what you said about asking Tim to
stay away from battle If there is to
DO one" said Annie, her eyes now
gravely fixed on her cousin.
"a man owes some duty to the girl
he loves. and there are plenty of men
who can fight for the country-men
who have no friends or relatives or
have no ties to bind them. How self
ish l am, Annie. and yet somehow
can only seem to think of two things
today. One Is Timothy Robson. and
the other ia myself"
Lets talk about something else"
said Annie. And so the conversation