The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-04-22
H0BS0N'S RETURN
By NJ. QUAD.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES


ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
It was all over with Private John
Hobson. For two years he had been
a member of Company C, Seventh regi-
ment, stationed on the frontier, and
ever since the first week he had been
on the blacklist. He got drunk; he
disobeyed orders; he quarreled with
his comrades; he fell asleep on sentry
duty; he left the post without leave;
he was the most slovenly man Of his
company. It was far easier to tell
what he hadn't done than what he had.
Private John Hobson had been ad-
vised, reprimanded, sent to the guard.
house, mulcted Of his pay, given extra
duty and threatened with court-mar.
tial, but after two years he was the
same man still. 1t was inevitable that
the end would come. and come 1t did.
He was court.martialed on about
dozen charges and convicted on all of
them, and the sentence was that he be
imprisoned for one year and then be
discharged in disgrace. It was duty
the officers owed the regiment and the
service, and yet they felt bit sorry
for the victim. He was morally ire.
sponsible rather than vicious. The
devil in him had more likely descended
than developed.
I'm sorry for you in way" said
the colonel, but it was no use trying
to do anything with You. never saw
a man like you. You have been
charged with everything but coward
ice, and if we had not been at peace
with the Indians that charge would
probably have been included"
Il know I've made a lot Of trouble
colonel" replied the man, "but nobody
can call me a coward. II we'd had
fight I know Id have been in it with
the rest"
Such men as you are shirks whe::::
there is any fighting to be done. Your
parrack brawls don't signify soldierly
courage. It's no use to talk, however;
You know your sentence"
Hobson was sent to the guardhouse
to wait for the day when he should be
sent off under escort, and the sergeant
of the guard was surprised to see his
prisoner shed tears.
You ought to have known it would
come" he said. in sarcastic sympathy.
Look here, sergeant" said the man,
as he crowded back his emotions. "the
colonel called me coward"
well, do you find any fault about
it,"
do you believe I'm one?"
"Of course"
And does Corporal Stanley and all
the boys believe so?"
Not a doubt of it,"
Good God, but l can't stand that,
sarge! I've shirked duty and been a
nuisance to everybody, but don't call
me a coward. I'm to be sent to prison
and disgracefully discharged, but
leave me one thing to build up on
again. Call me devil, fool and
lunatic. but don't say I'd shirk a fight"
Let me tell you something, Hob
son." said the stern-faced old ser.
geant, as he looked the prisoner up
and down in contempt. Judging by
what I've seen Of you I wouldn't agree
to drive a dozen redskins of this res
servation with thousand men like
you behind me. That's pat, my man.
and you may swallow it or no."
Hobson grew white-faced and turned
away and wept. while the sentinel at
the door laughed unfeelingly and
asked him If he had any Indian scalp
locks to prove his bravery.
"Why, the sight Of buck in war
paint would have scared him out of his
shoes!" was the general verdict Of his
comrades, and each and every one
added a wish that he had never come
to the company.
That night Hobson dug his way out
of the guardhouse, and the various
squads sent out next day in search OF
the deserter failed to get any trace OF
him. Desertion was a fitting climax
to his career, and he would likely be
heard Of next as an outlaw. Weeks
passed and dreary winter gave place
to spring. Sometimes the men won.
dered about Hobson. but nothing was
advanced to his credit. He had got
clear of, and no one thought to ever
see him again. Indeed, there were
weightier things to think Of. The In.
dams were becoming restless, and re.
ports of war dances were coming in al.
most daily. They might 60 on the
war path and massacre a dozen set.
tiers and scalp few transfers, and
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