Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-09-24

down .there4sColnnel Wood now-and
young Roosevelt. lieutenant colonel.
He's been drilling the boys. Most of
them born on horse and weaned on
a Winchester. We're better equipped
than the regulars that have been at it
for years Young Roosevelt's to thank
for that. They were all for issuing us
winter clothing, by Cd TO wear
through summer campaign in the
tropics-these nincompoops In Wash
ington-and they'd have done 1t ifait
hadn't been for him."
Southwest Davis spoke up from the
crowd. THAT case. you'll be leaving
right soon. won't you? Week or So"
Week =" echoed Yancey. and looked
at Sabra. II 20 back TO San Antonio
tomorrow The regiment leaves for
Tampa next day
He had not told her before. Yet
she said nothing. gave no sign. She
had outfaced them with her pride and
her spirit for five years: she would
give them no satisfaction now Five
years One day San Antonlo-Tam-
na--Cuba ?hilinpines--War She
gave no sign curiously. the picture
that WAS passing in her mind was this:
she saw herself as though II were
some one she had known In the dim.
far past standing In the cool. shady
corridor of the mission school in Wich-
ita She saw. through the open door,
the oblong OF Kansas sunshine and sky
and garden: there swept over her
again that wave of nostalgia she had
felt for the scene she was leaving; she
WAS shaken by terror of this strange
Indian country to which she was going
with her husband.
.. but here In this land Sabra.
my girl. the women. they've been the
real hewers of wood and drawers of
water You'll want to remember that"
Sabra remembered ii now. well
enough
Slowly the crowd began to dispense
The men had their business. the wom-
en- their homework. Wives linked
their arms through those Of husbands,
and the gesture was one Of perhaps
not entirely unconscious cruelty. ac-
companied as 1t WAS by a darting
glance at Sabra.
Rough Rider uniform, sack OF gold.
golden voice, and melting evMv that
glance seemed to say. You're well
come to all the happiness you can get
from those Security. permanence,
home, hnshand--I wouldn't change
places with yon.'
Come on, Yancey" shouted Strap
Buckner. "Over to the Sunny South
west and have a drink. We got a
terrible lot OF drinking. to do, amt
we. boys? Come on, you old lonehorn.
We got to drink to you because you're
hack and because you're going away
And to the war; yelled Bixler.
.And the Rough Riders"
And Alaska"
Their boots ciattered across the
board floor Of the newspaper office.
They swept the towering figure in its
khaki uniform with them. He turned,
waved his hat at her Back In min
ute. honey They were gone
Sahra turned to the children, CHM
and Donna. flushed, both. with the I'M
wonted excitement; out OF hand Her
face set itself with that look Of quiet
resolve. Half the mornings gone.
But | want you to 60 along to school.
anyway. Now, none OF that! It's no
use your staying around here. The
paper must be got out. Jesse'll be no
good to me the rest OF the day. It's
easy to see that. I'll write a note to
your teachers. Run along now.
l must 20 to court"
She pinned on her hat, saw that her
handbag contained pencil and paper,
hurried into the back room that was
printing shop. composing room, press
room combined She had been right
about Jesse Hickey. That consistently
irresponsible one was even now ,can-
Ing a familiar elbow on the polished
surface OF the Sunny Southwest bar
as he helped toast the returned wan
derer or the departing hero or the war
In the semi-tropics, or the SHOWS of
Alaska or God knows whatln con-
cluded Sabra. In her mind
Ito be continued)