The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1916-12-28

1t was finally decided that mothers
boy should be sent to a "class A. mill
tary school For month before his
departure, his family had been DINING
into his reluctant ears that although
they would miss him terribly, they
The disgruntled young gentleman does
not believe a word of 1t. He says they
just want to get rid of him. Well he
win go and they will be sorry. ].
OF course this makes everything very
pleasant about the house as he departs
with tagging feet to his new life.
He does not know exactly what
awaits him but he has his suspicious
1t Is even worse than he expected. On
reaching the barracks, he is taken to
room, which he Is expected to keep in
order containing a bed three feet wide,
stand for his books camp chair,
place for his clothes, a gun rack and
nothing else. and he already yearns for
the soft cushions and easy chairs at
home.
What a kife!
What life! In the morning, in
Z stead of the customary get up, dear
est breakfasts been ready an hour"
as he turns over for another nap, clear
and shrill reveille souns piercing boy
hoods deep sleep, and he must jump
out instantly, knowing he has just 10
minutes in which to wash and dress
and fall in line Then comes the march
out In the chill gray dawn with his
fellows for setting up exercises police
of quarters and other things must be
gone through with before the roll call
to breakfast; he never knew before
that plain cid meat and potatoes and I
coffee were so good.
All day the warning bugle sounds, 7
making him jump from one task to
another; study, drill, recall, battalion
parade, and all between the everlast-
ing drill. drill, Juggling around an old \
gun, until the last call to quarters,
when he gladly crawls into the dispised
hard little bed.
On certain day Of the week. may
be seen this erstwhile pride of the
family on his tender knees, hopping
up his floor with Kerosene, putting a
little as he works with frantic haste
for he has put off this evil task until
the eleventh hour, but swift and sure
he knows the penalty will come for
this omission, two mortal hours tramp
ing around in the snow, carrying a gun
without gloves) that grows colder and
heavier every minute.
Plans Some Way Out.
AS the fumes OF the vile smelling
kerosene fill his fastidious nostrils, he =,
tries to plan some way out OF his
present troubles. Desert? No, that
would be sneaking besides the boy .
from st. Louis tried that last week, !
and was back in eight minutes from J
the time he was missed; he was still :.
under arrest, Then brilliant and (as !,
he mistakenly thinks) original idea !,
occurs to him. He will deliberately :
disobey certain rules, and they will y
send him home.
He tries this fine plan at the first r,
opportunity and has ample time to re- Il
fleet on the wisdom of his course as h
he sits in "durance vile' in his quar- 81
ters, an armed guard pacing back and b
'orth before his open door. Mingled h
With his regrets is hearty hatred for Al
he pacing sentry who ought to be is
licked. just on general principles, al Il
hough he has nothing against him Of
personally, but when the guard stops
I the door and asks for a match he iui
astens to supply the need, humbly h,
LEASED with this poor crumb of COM Int