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The deserter, 
 
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 From the Ranks 
 
 TWO NOVELS. 
 
 BY 
 
 CAPT. CHARLES KING, U.S.A., 
 
 AUTHOR OF "THE COLONEL'S DAUGHTER," "MARION'S FAITH," " KITTY'S 
 CONQUEST," ETC., ETC. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA! 
 
 J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY. 
 
 1890. 
 
Copyright, 1S87, by J. B. LirPiNCOTT COMPANY. 
 
THE DESERTER 
 
THE DESERTER 
 
 PEELUDE. 
 
 FAR up in the Northwest, along the banks of the broad, winding 
 stream the Sioux call the Elk, a train of white-topped army- 
 wagons is slowly crawling eastward. The October sun is hot at noon- 
 day, and the dust from the loose soil rises like heavy smoke and 
 powders every face and form in the guarding battalion so that features 
 are wellnigh indistinguishable. Four companies of stalwart, sinewy 
 infantry, with their brown rifles slung over the shoulder, are striding 
 along in dispersed order, covering the exposed southern flank from sud- 
 den attack, while farther out along the ridge-line, and far to the front 
 and rear, cavalry skirmishers and scouts are riding to and fro, search- 
 ing every hollow and ravine, peering cautiously over every " divide," 
 and signalling " halt" or " forward" as the indications warrant. 
 
 And yet not a hostile Indian has been seen ; not one, even as distant 
 vedette, has appeared in range of the binoculars, since the scouts rode 
 in at daybreak to say that big bands were in the immediate neighbor- 
 hood. It has been a long, hard summer's work for the troops, and the 
 Indians have been, to all commands that boasted strength or swiftness, 
 elusive as the Irishman's flea of tradition. Only to those whose num- 
 bers were weak or whose movements were hampered have they appeared 
 in fighting-trim. But combinations have been too much for them, and 
 at last they have been " herded" down to the Elk, have crossed, and 
 are now seeking to make their way, with women, children, tepees, dogs, 
 " travois," and the great pony herds, to the fastnesses of the Big Horn ; 
 and now comes the opportunity for which an old Indian-fighter has 
 been anxiously waiting. In a big cantonment he has held the main 
 body under his command, while keeping out constant scoating-parties 
 to the east and north. He knows well that, true to their policy, the 
 
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G TUE DESERTER. 
 
 Indians will have scattered into small bands capable of reassembling 
 anywhere that signal smokes may call them, and his orders are to 
 watch all the crossings of the Elk and nab them as they come into his 
 district. He watches, despite the fact that it is his profound conviction 
 that the Indians will be no such idiots as to come just where they are 
 wanted, and he is in no wise astonished when • a courier comes in on 
 jaded horse to tell him that they have " doubled" on the other column 
 and are now two or three days' march away down stream, " making for 
 the big bend." His own scouting-parties are still out to the eastward : 
 he can pick them up as he goes. He sends the main body of his in- 
 fantry, a regiment jocularly known as " The Riflers," to push for a 
 landing some fifty miles down-stream, scouting the low r er valley of the 
 Sweet Root on the way. He sends his wagon-train, guarded by four 
 companies of foot and two of horsemen, by the only practicable road 
 to the bend, while he, with ten seasoned " troops" of his pet regiment, 
 the — th Cavalry, starts forthwith on a long devour in which he 
 hopes to "round up" such bands as may have slipped away from the 
 general rush. Even as " boots and saddles" is sounding, other couriers 
 come riding in from Lieutenant Crane's party. He has struck the 
 trail of a big band. 
 
 When the morning sun dawns on the picturesque valley in which 
 the cantonment nestled but the day before, it illumines an almost de- 
 serted village, and brings no joy to the souls of some twoscore of em- 
 bittered civilians who had arrived only the day previous, and whose 
 unanimous verdict is that the army is a fraud and ought to be abolished. 
 For four months or more some three regiments had been camping, 
 scouting, roughing it thereabouts, with not a cent of pay. Then came 
 the wildly exciting tidings that a boat w r as on the way up the Missouri 
 witli a satrap of the pay department, vast store of shekels, and a strong 
 guard, and as a consequence there would be some two thousand men 
 around the cantonment with pockets full of money and no one to help 
 them spend it, and nothing suitable to spend it on. It was a duty all 
 citizens owed to the Territory to hasten to the scene and gather in for 
 local circulation all that was obtainable of that disbursement; other- 
 wise the curse of the army might get ahead of them and the boys 
 would gamble it away among themselves or spend it for vile whiskey 
 manufactured for their sole benefit. Gallatin Valley was emptied of 
 its prominent practitioners in the game of poker. The stream w r as 
 black with " Mackinaw" boats and other craft. There was a rush for 
 
THE DESERTER. 7 
 
 the cantonment that rivalled the multitudes of the mining days, but all 
 too late. The command was already packing up when the first con- 
 tingent arrived, and the commanding officer, recognizing the fraternity 
 at a glance, warned them outside the limits of camp that night, declined 
 their services as volunteers on the impending campaign, and treated 
 them with such calmly courteous recognition of their true character 
 that the Eastern press was speedily filled with sneering comment on 
 the hopelessness of ever subduing the savage tribes of the Northwest 
 when the government intrusts the duty to upstart officers of the regular 
 service whose sole conception of their functions is to treat with insult 
 and contempt the hardy frontiersman whose mere presence with the 
 command would be of incalculable benefit. " We have it from indis- 
 putable authority," says The Miner's Light of Brandy Gap, " that when 
 our esteemed fellow-citizen Hank Mulligan and twenty gallant shots 
 and riders like himself went in a body to General at the canton- 
 ment and offered their services as volunteers against the Sioux now 
 devastating the homesteads and settlements of the Upper Missouri and 
 Yellowstone valleys, they were treated with haughty and contemptu- 
 ous refusal by that bandbox caricature of a soldier and threatened 
 with arrest if they did not quit the camp. When will the United 
 States learn that its frontiers can never be purged of the Indian 
 scourges of our civilization until the conduct of affairs in the field is 
 intrusted to other hands than these martinets of the drill-ground ? It 
 is needless to remark in this connection that the expedition led by 
 
 General has proved a complete failure, and that the Indians easily 
 
 escaped his clumsily-led forces." 
 
 The gamblers, though baffled for the time being, of course "get 
 square, 7 * and more too, with the unfortunate general in this sort of war- 
 fare, but they are a disgusted lot as they hang about the wagon-train as 
 last of all it is being hitched-in to leave camp. Some victims, of course, 
 they have secured, and there are no devices of commanding officers which 
 can protect their men against those sharks of the prairies when the men 
 themselves are bound to tempt Providence and play. There are two 
 scowling faces in the cavalry escort that has been left back with the train, 
 and Captain Hull, the commanding officer, has reprimanded Sergeants 
 Clancy and Gower in stinging terms for their absence from the com- 
 mand during the night. There is little question where they spent it, 
 and both have been " cleaned out." What makes it worse, both have 
 
8 THE DESERTER. 
 
 lost money that belonged to other men in the command, and they are 
 in bad odor accordingly. 
 
 The long day's march has tempered the joviality of the entire 
 column. It is near sundown, and still they keep plodding onward, 
 making for a grassy level on the river-bank a good mile farther. 
 
 " Old Hull seems bound to leave the sports as far behind as possi- 
 ble, if he has to march us until midnight/' growls the battalion adju- 
 tant to his immediate commander. " By thunder ! one would think 
 lie was afraid they would get in a lick at his own pile." 
 
 " How much did you say he was carrying ?" asks Captain Eayner, 
 checking his horse for a moment to look back over the valley at the 
 lung, dust-enveloped column. 
 
 " Nearly three thousand dollars in one wad." 
 
 " How does he happen to have such a sum ?" 
 
 " Why, Crane left his pay-accounts with him. He drew all that 
 was due Ins men who are off with Crane, — twenty of them, — for they 
 had signed the rolls before going, and were expected back to-day. Then 
 he has some six hundred dollars company fund; and the men of his 
 troop asked him to take care of a good deal besides. The old man has 
 been with them so many years they look upon him as a father and trust 
 him as implicitly as they would a savings-bank." 
 
 " That's all very well," answers Eayner ; " but I wouldn't want to 
 carry any such sum with me." 
 
 " It's different with Hull's men, captain. They are ordered in 
 through the posts and settlements. They have a three w T eeks' march 
 ahead of them when they get through their scout, and they want their 
 money on the way. It was only after they had drawn it that the news 
 came of the Indians' crossing and of our having to jump for the war- 
 path. Everybody thought yesterday morning that the campaign was 
 about over so far as we are concerned. Halloo ! here comes young 
 Hayne. Now, what does he want?" 
 
 Riding a quick, nervous little bay troop horse, a slim-built officer, 
 with boyish face, laughing blue eyes, and sunny hair, comes loping up 
 the long prairie wave ; he shouts cheery greeting to one or two brother 
 subalterns who are plodding along beside their men, and exchanges some 
 merry chaff with Lieutenant Ross, who is prone to growl at the luck 
 which has kept him afoot and given to this favored youngster a " mount" 
 and a temporary staff position. The boy's spirits and fun seem to jar on 
 llayner's nerves. He regards him blackly as he rides gracefully towards 
 
THE DESERTER, 9 
 
 the battalion commander, and with decidedly nonchalant ease of manner 
 and an " off-hand" salute that has an air about it of saying, " I do this 
 sort of thing because one has to, but it doesn't really mean anything, 
 you know," Mr. Hayne accosts his superior : 
 
 " Ah, good-evening, captain. I have just come back from the 
 front, and Captain Hull directed me to give you his compliments and 
 say that Ave would camp in the bend yonder, and he would like you to 
 post strong pickets and have a double guard to-night." 
 
 " Have me post double guards ! How the devil does he expeet me 
 to do that after marching all day ?" 
 
 "I did not inquire, sir : he might have told me 'twas none of my 
 business, don't you know?" And Mr. Hayne has the insufferable 
 hardihood to wink at the battalion adjutant, — a youth of two years' 
 longer service than his own. 
 
 " Well, Mr. Hayne, this is no matter for levity," says Rayner, 
 angrily. " What does Captain Hull mean to do with his own men, if 
 I'm to do the guard ?" 
 
 " That is another point, Captain Rayner, which I had not the requi- 
 site effrontery to inquire into. Now, you might ask him, but I couldn't, 
 don't you know ?" responds Hayne, smiling amiably the while into the 
 wrathful face of his superior. It serves only to make the indignant 
 captain more wrathful ; and no wonder. There has been no love lost 
 between the two since Hayne joined the Riflers early the previous year. 
 He came in from civil life, a city-bred boy, fresh from college, full 
 of spirits, pranks, fun of every kind ; a wonderfully keen hand with 
 the billiard-cue ; a knowing one at cards and such games of chance 
 as college boys excel at ; a musician of no mean pretensions, and an 
 irrepressible leader in all the frolics and frivolities of his comrades. 
 He had leaped to popularity from the start. He was full of cour- 
 tesy and gentleness to women, and became a pet in social circles. He 
 was frank, free, off-handed with his associates, spending lavishly, 
 "treating" with boyish ostentation on all occasions, living quite en 
 grand seigneur, for he seemed to have a little money outside his pay, 
 — " a windfall from a good old duffer of an uncle," as he had explained 
 it. His father, a scholarly man who had been summoned to an im- 
 portant under-office in the State Department during the War of the 
 Rebellion, had lived out his honored life in Washington and died poor, 
 as such men must ever die. It was his wish that his handsome, spirited, 
 brave-hearted boy should e"ter the army, and long after the sod had 
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10 THE DESERTER. 
 
 hardened over the father's peaceful grave the young fellow donned his 
 first uniform and went out to join " The Riflers." High-spirited, joy- 
 ous, full of laughing fun, he was " Pet" Hayne before he had been 
 among them six months. But within the year he had made one or two 
 enemies. It could not be said of him that he showed that deference 
 to rank and station which was expected of a junior officer ; and among 
 the seniors were several whom he speedily designated " unconscionable 
 old duffers" and treated with as little semblance of respect as a second 
 lieutenant could exhibit and be permitted to live. Rayner prophesied of 
 him that, as he had no balance and was burning his candle at both ends, 
 he would come to grief in short order. Hayne retorted that the only 
 balance that Rayner had any respect for was one at the banker's, and 
 that it was notorious in Washington that the captain's father had made 
 most of his money in government contracts, and that the captain's 
 original commission in the regulars was secured through well-paid Con- 
 gressional influence. The fact that Rayner had developed into a good 
 officer did not wipe out the recollection of these facts ; and he could 
 have throttled Hayne for reviving them. It was " a game of give and 
 take," said the youngster ; and he " behaved himself" to those who 
 were at all decent in their manner to him. 
 
 It was a thorn in Rayner's flesh, therefore, when Hayne joined from 
 leave of absence, after experiences not every officer would care to en- 
 counter in getting back to his regiment, that Captain Hull should have 
 induced the general to detail him in place of the invalided field quarter- 
 master when the command was divided. Hayne would have been a 
 junior subaltern in Rayner's little battalion but for that detail, and it 
 annoyed the captain more seriously than he would confess. 
 
 " It is all an outrage and a blunder to pick out a boy like that," he 
 growls between his set teeth as Hayne canters blithely away. " Here 
 he's been away from the regiment all summer long, having a big time 
 and getting head over ears in debt, I hear, and the moment he rejoins 
 they put him in charge of the wagon-train as field quartermaster. It's 
 putting a premium on being young and cheeky, — besides absenteeism," 
 he continues, growing blacker every minute. 
 
 " Well, captain," answers his adjutant, injudiciously, " I think 
 you don't give Hayne credit for coming back on the jump the moment 
 we were ordered out. It was no fault of his he could not reach .us. 
 He took chances I wouldn't take." 
 
 " Oh, yes ! you kids all swear by Hayne because he's a good 
 
THE DESERTER. 11 
 
 fellow and sings a jolly song and plays the piano — and poker. One of 
 these days he'll swamp you all, sure as shooting. He's in debt noiv, 
 and it'll fetch him before you know it. What he needs is to be under 
 a captain who could discipline him a little. By Jove, I'd do it !" And 
 Eayner's teeth emphasize the assertion. 
 
 The young adjutant thinks it advisable to say nothing that may 
 provoke further vehemence. All the same, he remembers Eayner's 
 bitterness of manner, and has abundant cause to. 
 
 When the next morning breaks, chill and pallid, a change has come 
 in the aspect of affairs. Duriag the earliest hour of the dawn the red 
 light of a light-draught river-boat startled the outlying pickets down- 
 stream, and the Far West, answering the muffled hail from shore, 
 responded, through the medium of a mate's stentorian tones, " News 
 that'll rout you fellows out." The sun is hardly peeping over the 
 jagged outline of the eastern hills when, with Eayner's entire battalion 
 aboard, she is steaming again down-stream, with orders to land at the 
 mouth of the Sweet Eoot. There the four companies will disembark in 
 readiness to join the rest of the regiment. 
 
 All day long again the wagon-train twists and wriggles through an 
 ashen section of Les Mauvaises Terres. It is a tedious, trying march 
 for Hull's little command of troopers, — all that is now left to guard the 
 train. The captain is constantly out on the exposed flank, eagerly 
 scanning the rough country to the south, and expectant any moment of 
 an attack from that direction. He and his men, as well as the horses, 
 mules, and teamsters, are fairly tired out when at nightfall they park the 
 wagons in a big semicircle, witli the broad river forming a shining 
 chord to the arc of white canvas. All the live-stock are safely herded 
 within the enclosure ; a few reliable soldiers are posted well out to the 
 south and east, to guard against surprise, and the veteran Sergeant 
 Clancy is put in command of the sentries. The captain gives strict 
 injunctions as to the importance of these duties ; for he is far from easy 
 in his mind over the situation. The Eiflers, he knows, are over in the 
 valley of the Sweet Eoot. The steamer with Eayner's men is tied up 
 at the bank some five miles below, around the bend. The — th are 
 far off to the northward across the Elk, as ordered, and must be 
 expecting on the morrow to make for the old Indian " ferry" opposite 
 Battle Butte. The main body of the Sioux are reported farther down 
 stream, but he feels it in his bones that there are numbers of them 
 within signal, and he. wishes with all his heart the — th were here. 
 
12 THE DESERTER. 
 
 Still, the general was sure he would stir up war-parties on the other 
 shore. Individually, he has had very little luck in scouting during the 
 summer, and he cannot help wishing he were with the rest of the crowd 
 instead of here, train-guarding. 
 
 Presently Mr. Hayne appears, elastic and debonair as though he 
 had not been working like a horse all day. His voice sounds so full of 
 cheer and life that Hull looks up smilingly : 
 
 " Well, youngster, you seem to love this frontier life." 
 
 " Every bit of it, captain. I was cut out for the army, as father 
 thought." 
 
 " We used to talk it over a good deal in the old days when I was 
 stationed around Washington," answers Hull. " Your father was the 
 warmest friend I had in civil circles, and he made it very pleasant for 
 inc. How little we thought it would be my luck to have you for 
 quartermaster !" 
 
 " The fellows seemed struck all of a heap in the Rifiers at the idea 
 of your applying for me, captain. I was ready to swear it was all on 
 lather's accoimt, and would have told them so, only Rayner happened 
 to be the first man to tackle me on the subject, and he was so crusty 
 about it I kept the whole thing to myself rather than give him any 
 satisfaction." 
 
 " Larry, my boy, I'm no preacher, but I want to be the friend to 
 you your father was to me. You are full of enthusiasm and life and 
 spirits, and you loVe the army ways and have made yourself very pop- 
 ular with the youngsters, but I'm afraid you are too careless and inde- 
 pendent where the seniors are concerned. Rayner is a good soldier; 
 and you show him very scant respect, I'm told." 
 
 " Well, he's such an interfering fellow. They will all tell you I'm 
 respectful enough to — to the captains I like " 
 
 " That's just it, Lawrence. So long as you like a man your manner 
 is what it should be. What a young soldier ought to learn is to be 
 courteous and respectful to senior officers whether he likes them or not. 
 It costs an effort sometimes, but it tells. You never know what trouble 
 you are laying up for yourself in the army by bucking against men you 
 don't like. They may not be in position to resent it at the time, but 
 the time is mighty apt to come when they will be, and then you are 
 helpless." 
 
 4i Why, Captain Hull, I don't see it that way at all. It seems to 
 we that so long as an officer attends to his duty, minds his own busi- 
 
THE DESERTER. 13 
 
 ness, and behaves like a gentleman, no one can harm him ; especially 
 when all the good fellows of the regiment are his friends, as they are 
 mine, I think, in the ftiflers." 
 
 " Ah, Hayne, it is a hard thing to teach a youngster that — that 
 there are men who find it very easy to make their juniors' lives a burden 
 to them, and without overstepping a regulation. It is harder yet to say 
 that friends in the army are a good deal like friends out of it : one only 
 has to get into serious trouble to find how few they are. God grant 
 you may never have to learn it, my boy, as many another has had to, 
 by sharp experience ! Now we must get a good night's rest. You 
 sleep like a log, I see, and I can only take cat-naps. Confound this 
 money ! How I wish I could get rid of it I" 
 
 " Where do you keep it to-night ?" 
 
 " Right here in my saddle-bags under my head. Nobody can 
 touch them that I do not wake ; and my revolver is here under the 
 blanket. Hold on ! Let's take a look and see if everything is all 
 right." He holds a little camp-lantern over the bags, opens the flap, 
 and peers in. " Yes, — all serene. I got a big hunk of green sealing- 
 wax from the paymaster and sealed it all up in one package with the 
 memorandum-list inside. It's all safe so far, — even to the hunk of 
 sealing-wax. — What is it, sergeant?" 
 
 A tall, soldierly, dark-eyed trooper appears at the door- way of 
 the little tent, and raises his gauntleted hand in salute. His language, 
 though couched in the phraseology of the soldier, tells both in choice 
 of words and in the intonation of every phrase that he is a man whose 
 antecedents have been far different from those of the majority of the 
 rank and file : 
 
 " Will the captain permit me to take my horse and those of three 
 or four more men outside the corral ? Sergeant Clancy says he has no 
 authority to allow it. We have found a patch of excellent grass, sir, 
 and there is hardly any left inside. I will sleep by my picket-pin, and 
 one of us will keep awake all the time, if the captain will permit." 
 
 " How far away is it, sergeant ?" 
 
 " Not seventy-five yards, sir, — close to the river-bank east of us." 
 
 " Very well. Send Sergeant Clancy here, and I'll give the necessary 
 orders." 
 
 The soldier quietly salutes, and disappears in the gathering dark- 
 ness. 
 
 " That's what I like about that man Gower," says the captain, after 
 
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14 THE DESERTER. 
 
 a moment's silence. " He is always looking out for his horse. If he 
 were not such a gambler and rake he would make a splendid first- 
 sergeant. Fine-looking fellow, isn't he ?" 
 
 "Yes, sir. That is a face that one couldn't well forget. Who 
 was the other sergeant you overhauled for getting fleeced by those sharps 
 at the cantonment ?" 
 
 " Clancy ? He's on guard to-night. A very different character." 
 " I don't know him by sight as yet. Well, good-night, sir. I'll 
 take myself off and go to my own tent." 
 
 Daybreak again, and far to the east the sky is all ablaze. The mist 
 is creeping from the silent shallows under the banks, but all is life and 
 vim along the shore. With cracking whip, tugging trace, sonorous 
 blasphemy, and ringing shout, the long train is whirling ahead almost 
 at the run. All is athrill with excitement, and bearded faces have a 
 strange, set look about the jaws, and eyes gleam with eager light and 
 peer searchingly from every rise far over to the southeast, w T here stands 
 a tumbling heap of hills against the lightening sky. " Off there, are 
 they?" says a burly trooper, dismounting hastily to tighten up the 
 " cinch" of his weather-beaten saddle. " We can make it quick enough, 
 's soon as we get rid of these blasted wagons." And, swinging into 
 saddle again, he goes cantering down the slope, his charger snorting 
 with exhilaration in the keen morning air. 
 
 Before dawn a courier has galloped into camp, bearing a despatch 
 from the commanding officer of the Riflers. It says but few words, 
 but they are full of meaning : " We have found a big party of hostiles. 
 They are in strong position, and have us at disadvantage. Rayner 
 with his four companies is hurrying to us. Leave all wagons with 
 the boat under guard, and come with every horse and man you can 
 bring." 
 
 Before seven o'clock the wagons are parked close along the bank 
 beside the Far West, and Hull, with all the men he can muster, — 
 some fifty, — is trotting ahead on the trail of Rayner's battalion. With 
 him rides Mr. Hayne, eager and enthusiastic. Before ten o'clock, far 
 up along the slopes they see the bluedine of skirmishers, and the knots 
 of reserves farther down, all at a stand. In ten minutes they ride with 
 foaming reins in behind a low ridge on which, flat on their faces and 
 cautiously peering over the crest, some hundred infantrymen are dis- 
 posed. Others, officers and file-closers, are moving to and fro in rear. 
 
THE DESERTER. 15 
 
 They are of Rayner's battalion. Farther back, down in a ravine a 
 dozen forms are outstretched upon the turf, and others are bending over 
 them, ministering to the needs of those who are not past help already. 
 Several officers crowd around the leading horsemen, and Hull orders, 
 " Halt, dismount, and loosen girths." The grave faces show that the 
 iufantry has had poor luck, and the situation is summarized in few 
 words. The Indians are in force occupying the ravines and ridges 
 opposite them and confronting the six companies farther over to the 
 west. Two attacks have been made, but the Indian fire swept every 
 approach, and both were unsuccessful. Several soldiers were shot dead, 
 others severely wounded. Lieutenant Warren's leg is shattered below 
 the knee ; Captain Blount is killed. 
 
 " Where's Rayner ?" asks Hull, with grave face. 
 
 " Just gone off with the chief to look at things over on the other 
 front. The colonel is hopping. He is bound to have those Indians 
 out of there or drop a-trying. They'll be back in a minute. The 
 general had a rousing fight with Dull Knife's people down the river 
 last evening. You missed it again, Hull : all the — th were there 
 but F and Iv, — and of course old Firewater wants to make as big a 
 hit here." 
 
 "The — th fighting down the river last night?" asks Hull, in 
 amaze. 
 
 " Yes, — swept clean round them and ran 'em into the stream, they 
 say. I wish we had them where we could see 'em at all. You don't 
 get the glimpse of a head, even ; but all those rocks are lined with the 
 beggars. Damn them !" says the adjutant, feelingly. 
 
 " We'll get our chance here, then," replies Hull, reflectively. " I'll 
 creep up and take a look at it. Take my horse, orderly." 
 
 He is back in two minutes, graver than before, but his bearing is 
 spirited and firm. Hayne watches him with kindling eye. 
 
 " You'll take me in with you when you charge ?" he asks. 
 
 " It is no place to charge there. The ground is all cut up with 
 ravines and gullies, and they've got a cross-fire that sweeps it clean. 
 We'll probably go in on the other flank ; it's more open there. Here 
 comes the chief now." 
 
 Two officers come riding hastily around a projecting point of the 
 slope and spur at rapid gait towards the spot where the cavalry have 
 dismounted and are breathing their horses. There is hardly time fur 
 
16 THE DESERTER. 
 
 .salutations. A gray-headed, keen-eyed, florid-faced old soldier is the 
 colonel, and he is snapping with electricity, apparently. 
 
 " This way, Hull. Come right here, and I'll show you what you 
 are to do." And, followed by Rayner, Hull, and Hayne, the chief 
 rides sharply over to the extreme left of the position and points to the 
 frowning ridge across the intervening swale : 
 
 " There, Hull : there are twenty or thirty of the rascals in there 
 who get a flank fire on us when we attack on our side. What I want 
 you to do is to mount your men, let them draw pistol and be all ready, 
 llayner, here, will line the ridge to keep them down in front. I'll go 
 back to the right and order the attack at once. The moment we begin 
 and you hear our shots, you give a yell, and charge full tilt across there, 
 so as to drive out those fellows in that ravine. We can do the rest. 
 Do you understand ?" 
 
 " I understand, colonel ; but is it your order that I attempt 
 
 to charge mounted across that ground ?" 
 
 " Why, certainly ! It isn't the best in the world, but you can make 
 it. They can't do very much damage to your men before you reach 
 them. It's got to be done ; it's the only way." 
 
 " Very good, sir : that ends it !" is the calm, soldierly reply ; and 
 the colonel goes bounding away. 
 
 A moment later the troop is in saddle, eager, wiry, bronzed fellows 
 every one, and the revolvers are in hand and being carefully exam- 
 ined. Then Captain Hull signals to Hayne, while Kayner and three 
 or four soldiers sit in silence, watching the man who is to lead the 
 charge. He dismounts at a little knoll a few feet away, tosses his reins 
 to the trumpeter, and steps to his saddle-bags. Hayne, too, dismounts. 
 
 Taking his watch and chain from the pocket of his hunting-shirt, 
 lie opens the saddle-bag on the near side and takes therefrom two 
 packets, — one heavily sealed, — which he hands to Hayne. 
 
 " In case I — don't come back, you know what to do with these, — as 
 I told you last night." 
 
 Hayne only looks imploringly at him : " You are not going to leave 
 me here, captain?" 
 
 " Yes, Hayne. You can't go with us. Hark ! There they go at 
 the right. Are the packages all right?" 
 
 Hayne, with stunned faculties, thinking only of the charge he longs 
 to make, — not of the one he has to keep, — replies he knows not what. 
 There is a ringing bugle-call far off among the rocks to the westward ; 
 
THE DESERTER.. 17 
 
 a rousing cheer; a rattling volley. Rayner springs off to his men on 
 the hill-side. Hull spurs in front of his eager troop, holding high his 
 pistol-hand : 
 
 " Now, men, follow till I drop ; and then keep ahead ! Come on !" 
 There is a furious sputter of hoofs, a rush of excited steeds up the 
 gentle slope, a glad outburst of cheers as they sweep across the ridge and 
 out of sight, then the clamor and yell of frantic battle ; and when at 
 last it dies away, the Riflers are panting over the hard-won position and 
 shaking hands with some few silent cavalrymen. They have carried 
 the ridge, captured the migrating village, squaws, ponies, travois, and 
 pappooses ; their " long Toms" have sent many a stalwart warrior to 
 the mythical hunting-grounds, and the peppery colonel's triumph is 
 complete. 
 
 But Lawrence Hayne, with all the light gone from his brave young 
 face, stands mutely looking down upon the stiffening frame of his father's 
 old friend, and his, who lies shot through the heart. 
 
 In the Pullman car of the westward-bound express, half-way across 
 the continent, two passengers were gazing listlessly out over the wintry 
 landscape. It was a bitter morning in February. North and south 
 the treeless prairie rolled away in successive ridge and depression. The 
 snow lay deep in the dry ravines and streaked the sea-like surface with 
 jagged lines of foam between which lay broad spaces clean-swept by 
 the gale. Heavy masses of cloud, dark and forbidding, draped the 
 sky from zenith to horizon, and the air was thick with spiteful gusts 
 and spits of snow, crackling against the window-panes, making fierce 
 dashes every time a car door was hurriedly opened, and driving about 
 the platforms like a myriad swarm of fleecy and aggressive gnats raging 
 for battle. Every now and then, responsive to some wilder blast, a 
 blinding white cloud came whirling from the depths of the nearest 
 gully and breaking like spray over the snow fence along the line. Not 
 a sign of life was visible. The tiny mounds in the villages of the 
 prairie-dogs seemed blocked and frozen ; even the trusty sentinel had 
 " deserted post" and huddled with his fellows for warmth and shelter in 
 the bowels of the earth. Fluttering owl and skulking coyote, too, had 
 
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18 THE DESERTER. 
 
 vanished from the face of nature. Timid antelope — fleetest coursers 
 of the prairie — and stolid horned cattle had gone, none knew whither, 
 nor cared to know until the " blizzard" had subsided. Two heavy en- 
 gines fought their way, panting, into the very teeth of the gale and 
 slowly wound the long train after them up-grade among the foot-hills 
 of the great plateau of the Rockies. Once in a while, when stopping 
 for a moment at some group of brown-painted sheds and earth-battened 
 shanties, the wind moaned and howled among the iron braces and 
 brake-chains beneath the car and made such mournful noise that it was 
 a relief to start once more and lose sound of its wailing in the general 
 rumble. As for the scenery, only as a picture of shiver-provoking 
 monotony and desolation would one care to take a second look. 
 
 And yet, some miles ahead, striving hard to reach the railway in 
 time to intercept this very train, a small battalion of cavalry was 
 struggling through the blasts, officers and men afoot and dragging their 
 own benumbed limbs and half-benumbed chargers through the drifts 
 that lay deep at the bottom of every " coulee." Some few soldiers re- 
 mained in saddle : they were too frozen to walk at all. Some few fell 
 behind, and would have thrown themselves flat upon the prairie in the 
 lethargy that is but premonition of death by freezing. Like men half 
 deadened by morphine, their rescue depended on heroic measures, hu- 
 mane in their seeming brutality. Officers who at other times were all 
 gentleness now fell upon the hapless stragglers with kicks and blows. 
 As the train drew up at the platform of a station in mid-prairie, a 
 horseman enveloped in fur and frost and steam from his panting steed 
 reined up beside the leading engine and shouted to the occupants of the 
 cab, — 
 
 " For God\s sake hold on a few minutes. We've got a dozen frozen 
 men with us we must send on to Fort Warrener." And the train was 
 held. 
 
 Meantime, those far to the rear in the sleeper knew nothing of 
 what was going on ahead. The car was warm and comfortable, and 
 most of its occupants were apparently appreciative of its shelter and 
 coseyncss in contrast with the cheerless scene without. A motherly- 
 looking woman had produced her knitting, and was blithely clicking 
 away at her needles, while her enterprising son, a youth of four Bum- 
 mers and undaunted confidence in human nature, tacked up and down 
 the aisle and made 1 impetuous incursions on the various sections by 
 turns, receiving such modified welcome as could be accorded features 
 
THE DESERTER. 19 
 
 streaked with mingled candy and cinders, and fingers whose propensity 
 to cling to whatsoever they touched was due no more to instincts of a 
 predatory nature than to the adhesive properties of the glucose which 
 formed so large a constituent of the confections he had been industri- 
 ously consuming since early morning. Four men playing whist in the 
 rearmost section, two or three "commercial travellers, whose intimacy 
 with the porter and airs of easy proprietorship told of an apparent 
 controlling interest in the road, a young man of reserved manners, 
 reading in a section all by himself, a baby sleeping quietly upon the seat 
 opposite the two passengers first mentioned, and a Maltese kitten curled 
 up in the lap of one of them, completed the list of occupants. 
 
 The proximity of the baby and the kitten furnishes strong pre- 
 sumptive evidence of the sex and general condition of the two passengers 
 referred to, and renders detail superfluous. A baby rarely travels 
 without a woman, or a kitten with a woman already encumbered with 
 a baby. The baby belonged to the elder passenger, the kitten to the 
 younger. The one was a buxom matron, the other a slender maid. 
 In their ages there must have been a difference of fifteen years ; in 
 feature there was still wider disparity. The elder was a fine-looking 
 woman, and one who prided herself upon the Junoesque proportions 
 which she occasionally exhibited in a stroll for exercise up and down 
 the aisle. Yet no one would call her a beauty. Her eyes were of a 
 somewhat fishy and uncertain blue ; the lids were tinged with an un- 
 ornamental pink that told of irritation of the adjacent interior surface 
 and of possible irritability of temper. Her complexion was of that 
 mottled type which is so sore a trial to its possessor and yet so inesti- 
 mable a comfort to social rivals ; but her features were handsome, her 
 teeth fine, her dress, bearing, and demeanor those of a woman of birth 
 and breeding, and yet one who might have resented the intimation that 
 she was not strikingly handsome. She looked like a woman with a 
 will of her own ; her head was high, her step was firm ; it was of just 
 such a walk as hers that Virgil wrote his " vera incessu patuit dea" 
 and she made the young man in the section by himself think of that 
 very passage as he glanced at her from under his heavy, bushy eye- 
 brows. She looked, moreover, like a woman with a capacity for in- 
 fluencing people contrary to their will and judgment, and with a decided 
 fondness for the exercise of that unpopular function. There was the 
 air of grande dame about her, despite the simplicity of her dress, which, 
 though of rich material, was severely plain. She wore no jewelry. Her 
 
20 THE DESERTER, 
 
 hands were snugly gloved, and undisfigured by the distortions of any 
 ring except the marriage circlet. Her manner attested her a person of 
 consequence in her social circle and one who realized the fact, She had 
 repelled, though without rudeness or discourtesy, the garrulous efforts 
 of the motherly knitter to be sociable. She had promptly inspired the 
 small, candy-crusted explorer with such* awe that he had refrained from 
 further visits after his first confiding attempt to poke a sticky finger 
 through the baby's velvety cheek. She had spared little scorn in her 
 rejection of the bourgeois advances of the commercial traveller with the 
 languishing eyes of Israel : he confided to his comrades, in relating the 
 incident, that she was smart enough to see that it wasn't her he was 
 hankering to know, but the pretty sister by her side ; and when chal- 
 lenged to prove that they were sisters, — a statement which aroused the 
 scepticism of his shrewd associates, — he had replied, substantially, — 
 
 " How do I know ? 'Cause I saw their pass before you was up this 
 morning, cully. It's for Mrs. Captain Rayner and sister, and they're 
 going out here to Fort Warrener. That's how I know." And the 
 porter of the car had confirmed the statement in the sanctity of the 
 smoking-room. 
 
 And yet — such is the uncertainty of feminine temperament — Mrs. 
 Rayner was no more incensed at the commercial " gent" because he had 
 obtruded his attentions than she was at the young man reading in his 
 own section because he had refrained. Nearly twenty-four hours had 
 elapsed since they crossed the Missouri, and in all that time not once 
 had she detected in him a glance that betrayed the faintest interest in 
 her, or — still more remarkable — in the unquestionably lovely girl at her 
 side. Intrusiveness she might resent, but indifference she would and 
 did. Who was this youth, she wondered, who not once had so much as 
 stolen a look at the sweet, bonny face of her maiden sister? Surely 
 'twas a face any man would love to gaze upon, — so fair, so exquisite 
 in contour and feature, so pearly in complexion, so lovely in the deep, 
 dark brown of its shaded eyes. 
 
 The bold glances of the four card-players she had defiantly returned, 
 and vanquished. Those men, like the travelling gents, were creatures 
 of coarser mould ; but her experienced eye told her the solitary occupant 
 of the opposite section was a gentleman. The clear cut of his pale 
 features, the white, slender hand and shapely foot, the style and finish 
 of his quiet travelling-dress, the soft modulation and refined tone of his 
 voice on the one occasion when she heard him reply to some importunity 
 
THE DESERTER. 21 
 
 of the train-boy with his endless round of equally questionable figs and 
 fiction, the book he was reading, — a volume of Emerson, — all combined 
 to speak of a culture and position equal to her own. She had been 
 over the trans-continental railways often enough to know that it was 
 permissible for gentlemen to render their fellow-passengers some slight 
 attention which would lead to mutual introductions if desirable; and 
 this man refused to see that the opportunity was open to him. 
 
 True, when first she took her survey of those who were to be her 
 fellow-travellers at the "transfer" on the Missouri, she decided that 
 here was one against whom it would be necessary to guard the ap- 
 proaches. She had good and sufficient reasons for wanting no young 
 man as attractive in appearance as this one making himself interest- 
 ing to pretty Nellie on their journey. She had already decided what 
 Nellie's future was to be. Never, indeed, would she have taken her to 
 the gay frontier station whither she was now en route, had not that 
 future been already settled to her satisfaction. Nellie Travers, barely 
 out of school, was betrothed, and willingly so, to the man she, her 
 devoted elder sister, had especially chosen, Rare and most unlikely 
 of conditions ! she had apparently fallen in love with the man picked 
 out for her by somebody else. She was engaged to Mrs. Rayner's fas- 
 cinating friend Mr. Steven Van Antwerp, a scion of an old and es- 
 teemed and wealthy family ; and Mr. Van Antwerp, who had been 
 educated abroad, and had a Heidelberg scar on his left cheek, and dark, 
 lustrous eyes, and wavy hair, — almost raven, — was a devoted lover, 
 though fully fifteen years Miss Nellie's senior. 
 
 Full of bliss and comfort was Mrs. Rayner's soul as she journeyed 
 westward to rejoin her husband at the distant frontier post she had 
 not seen since the early spring. Army woman as she was, born and 
 bred under the shadow of the flag, a soldier's daughter, a soldier's wife, 
 she had other ambitions for her beautiful Nell. Worldly to the core, 
 she herself would never have married in the army but for the unusual 
 circumstance of a wealthy subaltern among the officers of her father's 
 regiment. Tradition had it that Mr. Rayner w T as not among the number 
 of those who sighed for Kate Travers's guarded smiles. Her earlier 
 victims were kept a-dangling until Rayner, too, succumbed, and tlien 
 were sent adrift. She meant that no penniless subaltern should carry off 
 her " baby sister," — they had long been motherless, — and a season at the 
 sea-shore had done her work well. Steven Van Antwerp, with genuine 
 distress and loneliness, went back to his duties in Wall Street after see- 
 
22 THE DESERTER. 
 
 ing them safely on their way to the West. " Guard her well for me/' 
 he whispered to Mrs. Rayner. " I dread those fellows in buttons." 
 And he shivered unaccountably as he spoke. 
 
 Nellie was pledged, therefore, and this youth in the Pullman was 
 not one of " those fellows in buttons," so far as Mrs. Rayner knew, but 
 she was ready to warn him off, and meant to do so, until, to her surprise, 
 she saw that he gave no symptom of a desire to approach. By noon 
 of the second day she was as determined to extract from him some sign 
 of interest as she had been determined to resent it. I can in no wise 
 explain or account for this. The fact is stated without remark. 
 
 " What on earth can we be stopping so long here for ?" was Mrs. 
 Rayner's somewhat petulant inquiry, addressed to no one in particular. 
 There was no reply. Miss Travers was busily twitching the ears of the 
 kitten at the moment and sparring with upraised finger at the threaten- 
 ing paw. 
 
 " Do look out of the window, Nell, and see." 
 
 " There is nothing to see, Kate, — nothing but whirling drifts and a 
 big water-tank all covered with ice. Br-r-r-r ! how cold it looks !" 
 she answered, after vainly flattening her face against the inner pane. 
 
 "There must be something the matter, though," persisted Mrs. 
 Rayner. " We have been here full five minutes, and we are behind 
 time now. At this rate we'll never get to Warrener to-night. I do 
 wish the porter would stay here where he belongs." 
 
 The young man quietly laid down his book and arose. " I will 
 inquire, madame," he said, with grave courtesy, " You shall know in a 
 moment." 
 
 " How very kind of you !" said the lady. " Indeed I must not 
 trouble you. I'm sure the porter will be here after a while." 
 
 And even as she spoke, and as he was pulling on an overcoat, the 
 train rumbled off again. Then came an exclamation, this time from 
 the younger : 
 
 " Why, Kate ! Look ! see all these men, — and horses ! Why, they 
 are soldiers, — cavalry ! Oh, how I love to see them again ! But, oh, 
 how cold they look ! — frozen !" 
 
 " Who can they be ?" said Mrs. Rayner, all vehement interest now, 
 and gazing eagerly from the window at the lowered heads of the horses 
 and the muffled figures in blue and fur. "What can they be doing in 
 the field in such awful weather? I cannot* recognize one of them, 
 
THE DESERTER. 23 
 
 or tell officers from men. Surely that must be Captain Wayne, — and 
 Major Stannard. Oh, what can it mean ?" 
 
 The young man had suddenly leaped to the window behind them, 
 and was gazing out with an eagerness and interest little less apparent 
 than her own, but in a moment the train had whisked them out of sight 
 of the storm-beaten troopers. Theu he hurried to the rear window of 
 the car, and Mrs. Rayner as hastily followed. 
 
 " Do you know them ?" she asked. 
 
 " Yes. That was Major Stannard. It is his battalion of the — th 
 Cavalry, and they have been out scouting after renegade Cheyennes. 
 Pardon me, madame, I must go forward and see who have boarded the 
 train." 
 
 He stopped at his section, and again she followed him, her eyes 
 full of anxiety. He was busy tugging at a flask in his travelling- 
 bag. 
 
 " You know them ! Do you know — have you heard of any infantry 
 being out? Pardon me for detaining you, but I am very anxious. 
 My husband is Captain Rayner, of Fort Warrener." 
 
 " No infantry have been sent, madame, I have reason to know ; 
 
 at least, none from Warrener." 
 
 And with that he hurriedly bowed and left her. The next moment, 
 flask in hand, he was crossing the storm-swept platform and making 
 his way to the head of the train. 
 
 " I believe he is an officer," said Mrs. Rayner to her sister. 
 " Who else would be apt to know about the movement of the troops ? 
 Did you notice how gentle his manner was ? — and he never smiled : 
 he has such a sad face. Yet he can't be an officer, or he would have 
 made himself known to us long ago." 
 
 " Is there no name on the satchel?" asked Miss Travers, with pai- 
 donable curiosity. " He has an interesting face, — not handsome." And 
 a dreamy look came into her deep eyes. She was thinking, no doubt, 
 of a dark, oval, distingue face with raven hair and moustache. The 
 yuuth in the travelling-suit was not tall, like Steven, — not singularly, 
 lomantically handsome, like Steven. Indeed, he was of less interest to 
 her than to her married sister. 
 
 Mrs. Rayner could see no name on the satchel, — only two initials ; 
 and they revealed very little. 
 
 "I have half a mind to peep at the fly-leaf of that book," she said. 
 "He walked just like a soldier; but there isn't anything there to indi- 
 
24 THE DESERTER. 
 
 cate what he is," she continued, with a doubtful glance at the item? 
 scattered about the now vacant section. "Why isn't that porter here? 
 He ought to know who people are." 
 
 As though to answer her request, in came the porter, dishevelled and 
 breathless. He made straight for the satchel they had been scrutinizing, 
 and opened it without ceremony. Both ladies regarded this proceeding 
 with natural astonishment, and Mrs. Rayner was about to interfere and 
 question his right to search the luggage of passengers, when the man 
 turned hurriedly towards them, exhibiting a little bundle of handker- 
 chiefs, his broad Ethiopian face clouded with anxiety and concern : 
 
 u The gentleman told me to take all his handkerchiefs. We'se got 
 a dozen frozen soldiers in the baggage-car, — some of 'em mighty bad, — 
 and they'se tryin' to make 'em comfortable until they get to the fort." 
 
 " Soldiers frozen ! Why do you take them in the baggage-car ? — 
 such a barn of a place ! Why weren't they brought here, where we 
 could make them warm and care for them ?" exclaimed Mrs. Rayner, 
 in impulsive indignation. 
 
 " Laws, ma'am ! never do in the world to bring frozen people 
 into a hot car ! Sure to make their ears an' noses drop off, that would ! 
 Got to keep 'em in the cold and pile snow around 'em. That gentle- 
 man sittin' here, — he knows," he continued : " he's an officer, and him 
 and the doctor's workin' with 'em now." 
 
 And Mrs. Rayner, vanquished by a statement of facts well known 
 to her yet forgotten in the first impetuosity of her criticism, relapsed 
 into the silence of temporary defeat. 
 
 " He is an officer, then," said Miss Travers, presently. " I wonder 
 what he belongs to." 
 
 " Not to our regiment, I'm sure. Probably to the cavalry. He 
 knew Major Stannard and other officers whom we passed there." 
 
 "Did he speak to them?" 
 
 " No : there was no time. We were beyond hearing- distance when 
 he ran to the back door of the car ; and there was no time before that. 
 But it's very odd !" 
 
 " What's very odd?" 
 
 " Why, his conduct. It is so strange that he has not made himself 
 known to us, if he's an officer." 
 
 " Probably he doesn't know you — or we — are connected with the 
 army, Kate." 
 
THE DESERTER. 25 
 
 " Oli, yes, he does. The porter knows perfectly well, and I told 
 him just before he left." 
 
 " Yes, but he didn't know before that time, did he ?" 
 
 " He ought to have known," said Mrs. Rayner, uncompromisingly. 
 " At least, he should if he had taken the faintest interest. I mentioned 
 Captain Rayner so that he could not help hearing." 
 
 This statement being one that Miss Travers could in ho wise con- 
 tradict, — as it was one, indeed, that Mrs. Rayner could have dispensed 
 with as unnecessary, — the younger lady again betook herself to silence 
 and pulling the kitten's ears. 
 
 " Even if he didn't know before," continued her sister, after a pause 
 in which she had apparently been brooding over the indifference of the 
 young man in question, " he ought to have made himself known after 
 I told him who I was." Another pause. " That's what I did it for," 
 she wound up, conclusively. 
 
 "And that's what I thought," said Miss Travers, with a quiet 
 smile. " However, he had no time then : he was hurrying off to see 
 whether any of the soldiers had come on board. He took his flask 
 with him, ami apparently was in haste to offer some one a drink. I'm 
 sure that is what papa used to do," she added, as she saw a frown 
 gathering on her sister's face. 
 
 " What papa did just after the war — a time when every body drank 
 — is not at all the proper thing now. Captain Rayner never touches 
 it ; and I don't allow it in the house." 
 
 " Still, I should think it a very useful article when a lot of frozen 
 and exhausted men are on one's hands," said Miss Travers. " That 
 was but a small flask he had, and I'm sure they will need more." 
 
 There came a rush of cold air from the front, and the swinging 
 door blew open ahead of the porter, who was heard ^banging shut the 
 outer portal. Then he hurried in. 
 
 " Can some of you gentlemen oblige me with some whiskey or 
 brandy ?" he asked. " We've got some frozen soldiers aboard. Two 
 of 'em are pretty nearly gone." 
 
 Two of the card-players dropped their hands and started for their 
 section at once. Before they could rummage in their bags for the re- 
 quired article, Mrs. Rayner's voice was heard : " Take this, porter." 
 And she held forth a little silver flask. " I have more in my trunk 
 if it is needed," she added, while a blush mounted to her forehead 
 as she saw the quizzical smile on her sister's face. "You know I 
 B 3 
 
26 THE DESERTER. 
 
 always carry it in travelling, Nellie, — in case of accident or illness ; 
 and I'ni most thankful I have it now." 
 
 " Ever so much obliged, ma'am," said the porter, " but this would 
 be only a thimbleful, and I can get a quart bottle of this gentleman." 
 
 " Where are they ?" said the person thus referred to, as he came 
 down the aisle with a big brown bottle in his hand. " Come, Jim, 
 let's go and see what we can do. One of you gentlemen take my place 
 in the game," he continued, indicating the commercial gents, two of 
 whom, nothing loath, dropped into the vacated seats, while the others 
 pushed on to the front of the train. The porter hesitated one moment. 
 
 " Yes, take my flask : I shouldn't feel satisfied without doing some- 
 thing. And please say to the officer that I'm Mrs. Rayner, — Mrs. 
 Captain Rayner, of the infantry, — and ask if there isn't something I 
 can do to help." 
 
 " Yes, ma'am ; I will, ma'am. Oh, he knows who you are : 1 
 done told him last night. He's goin' to Fort Warrener, too." And, 
 touching his cap, away went the porter. 
 
 " There ! He did know all along," said Mrs. Rayner, trium- 
 phantly. " It is most extraordinary !" 
 
 " Well, is it the proper thing for people in the army to introduce 
 theinselves when travelling ? How are they to know it will be agree- 
 able?" 
 
 " Agreeable ! Why, Nellie, it's always done, — especially when 
 ladies are travelling without escort, as we are. The commonest civility 
 should prompt it ; and officers always send their cards by the porter the 
 moment they find army ladies are on the train. I don't understand 
 this one at all, — especially " But here she broke off abruptly. 
 
 "Especially what?" asked Miss Nell, with an inspiration of maid- 
 enly curiosity. 
 
 " Especially nothing. Never mind now." And here the baby began 
 to fidget, and stir about, and stretch forth his chubby hands, and thrust 
 his knuckles in his eyes, and pucker up his face in alarming contortions 
 preparatory to a Avail, and, after one or two soothing and tentative 
 sounds of "sh — sh — sh — sh" from the maternal lips, the matron 
 abandoned the attempt to induce a second nap, and picked him up in 
 her arms, where he presently began to take gracious notice of his pretty 
 aunt and the kitten. 
 
 Two hours later, just as the porter had notified them that Warrener 
 Station would be in sight in five minutes, the young man of the oppo- 
 
THE DESERTER. 27 
 
 site section returned to the car. He looked tired, very anxious, and his 
 face was paler and the sad expression more pronounced than before. 
 The train-conductor stopped him to speak of some telegrams that had 
 been sent, and both ladies noted the respect which the railway official 
 threw into the tone in which he spoke. The card-players stopped their 
 game and went up to ask after the frozen men. It was not until the 
 whistle was sounding for the station that he stood before them and with 
 a grave and courteous bow held forth Mrs. Rayner's silver flask. 
 
 " It was a blessing to one poor fellow at least, and I thank you for 
 him, madame," he said. 
 
 " I have been so anxious. I wanted to do something. Did you 
 
 not get my message, Mr. ?" she asked, with intentional pause that 
 
 he might supply the missing name. 
 
 "Indeed there was nothing we could ask of you," he answered, 
 totally ignoring the evident invitation. " I am greatly obliged to you 
 for your kindness, but we had abundant help, and you really could not 
 have reached the car in the face of this gale. Good-morning, madame. ?J 
 And with that he raised his fur travelling-cap and quickly turned to his 
 section and busied himself strapping up his various belongings. 
 
 " The man must be a woman-hater," she whispered to Miss Travers, 
 " He's going to get out here, too. Who can he be ?" 
 
 There was still a moment before the train would stop at the plat- 
 form, and she was not to be beaten so easily. Bending partly across 
 the aisle, she spoke again : 
 
 " You have been so kind to those poor fellows that I feel sure you 
 must be of the army. I think I told you I am Mrs. Rayner, of Fort, 
 Warrener. May we not hope to see you there ?" 
 
 A deep flush rose to his forehead, suffusing his cheeks, and passed 
 as quickly away. His mouth twitched and trembled. Gazing at him 
 in surprise and trouble, Nellie Travers saw that his face was full of 
 pain and was turning white again. He half choked before he could 
 reply : he spoke low, and yet distinctly, and the words were full of 
 sadness : 
 
 " It — it is not probable that we shall meet at all." 
 
 And with that he turned awav. 
 
28 THE DESERTER. 
 
 II. 
 
 Even in the excitement attendant upon their reception at the sta- 
 tion neither Mrs. Rayner nor her sister could entirely recover from the 
 surprise and pain which the stranger's singular words had caused. So far 
 from feeling in the least rebuffed, Mrs. Rayner well understood from 
 his manner that not the faintest discourtesy was intended. There was 
 not a symptom of rudeness, not a vestige of irritation or haste, in hi,. 
 tone. Deep embarrassment, inexpressible sadness even, she read in the 
 brief glimpse she had of his paling* face. It was all a mystery to her 
 and to the girl seated in silence by her side. Both followed him with 
 their eyes as he hurried away to the rear of the car, and then, with 
 joyous shouts, three or four burly, fur-enveloped men came bursting 
 in the front door, and the two ladies, the baby, and the kitten were 
 pounced upon and surrounded by a group that grew larger every min- 
 ute. Released finally from the welcoming embrace of her stalwart 
 husband, Mrs. Rayner found time to present the other and younger 
 officers to her sister. As many as half a dozen had followed the cap- 
 tain in his wild rush upon the car, and, while he and his baby boy 
 were resuming acquaintanceship after a separation of many long 
 months, Miss Travers found herself the centre of a circle of young 
 officers who had braved the wintry blizzard in their eagerness to do 
 her proper homage. Her cheeks were aflame with excitement and 
 pleasure, her eyes dancing, and despite the fatigue of her long journey 
 she was looking dangerously pretty, as Captain Rayner glanced for a 
 moment from the baby's wondering eyes, took in the picture like an 
 instantaneous photograph, and then looked again into Mrs. Rayner's 
 smiling face. 
 
 " You were wise in providing against possibilities as you did, Kate," 
 he said, with a significant nod of the head. " There are as many as a 
 dozen of them, — or at least there will be when the — th gets back from 
 the field. Stannard is out yet with his battalion." 
 
 "Oh, yes : we saw them at a station east of here. They looked 
 frozen to death ; and there are ever so many of the soldiers frozen. 
 The baggage-car is full of them. Didn't you know it?" 
 
 " Not a word of it. We have been here for three mortal hours 
 waiting at the station, and any telegrams must have been sent right out 
 to the fort. The colonel is there, and he would have all arrangements 
 
THE DESERTER. 29 
 
 made. Here, Graham ! Foster ! Mrs. Rayner says there are a lot 
 of frozen cavalrymen forward in the baggage-car. Run ahead and see 
 what is necessary, will you ? I'll be there in a minute, as soon as we've 
 got these ladies off the train." 
 
 Two of the young gentlemen who had been hovering around Miss 
 Travers took themselves off without a moment's delay. The others 
 remained to help their senior officer. Out into the whirling eddies 
 of snow, bundling them up in the big, warm capes of their regulation 
 overcoats, the officers half led, half carried their precious charges. 
 The captain bore his son and heir; Lieutenant Ross escorted Mrs. 
 Rayner ; two others devoted themselves exclusively to Miss Travers ; a 
 fourth picked up the Maltese kitten. Two or three smart, trim-looking 
 infantry soldiers cleared the section of bags and bundles of shawls, and 
 the eutire party was soon within the door-way of the waiting-room, 
 where a red-hot coal-stove glowed fierce welcome. Here the ladies 
 were left for a moment, while all the officers again bustled out into the 
 storm and fought their way against the northwest gale until they 
 reached the little crowd gathered about the door-way of the freight- 
 sheds. A stout, short, burly man in beaver overcoat and cap pushed 
 through the knot of half-numbed spectators and approached their 
 leader : 
 
 " We have only two ambulances, captain, — that is all there was at 
 the post when the despatch came, — and there are a dozen of these men, 
 besides Dr. Grimes, all more or less crippled, and Grimes has both 
 hands frozen. We must get them out at once. Can we take your 
 wagon ?" 
 
 " Certainly, doctor. Take anything we have. If the storm holds, 
 tell the driver not to try to come back for us. We can make the ladies 
 comfortable here at the hotel for the night. Some of the officers have 
 to get back for duties this evening. The rest will have to stay. How 
 did they happen to get caught in such a freeze ?" 
 
 " They couldn't help it. Stannard had chased the Cheyennes across 
 the range, and was ordered to get back to the railway. It was twenty 
 below when they started, and they made three days' chase in that 
 weather; but no one seemed to care so long as they were on the trail. 
 Then came the change of wind, and a driving snow-storm, in which 
 they lost the trail as a matter of course ; and then this blizzard struck 
 them on the back-track. Grimes is so exhausted that he could barely 
 hold out until he got here. He savs he never could have brought 
 
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30 THE DESERTER. 
 
 thorn through from Bluff Siding but for Mr. Hayne : he did every- 
 thing." 
 
 " Mr. Hayne ! Was lie with them ?" 
 
 " He was on the train, and came in at once to offer his service*. 
 Grimes says he was invaluable." 
 
 " But Mr. Hayne was East on leave : I know he was. He was 
 promoted to my eompany last month, — confound the luck ! — and was 
 to have six months' leave before joining. I wish it was six years. 
 Where is he now ?" And the captain peered excitedly around from 
 under his shaggy cap. Oddly, too, his face was paling. 
 
 "He left as soon as I took charge. I don't know where he's 
 gone; but it's God's mercy he was with these poor fellows. His 
 skill and care have done everything for them. Where did he get 
 his knowledge ?" 
 
 "I've no idea," said Captain Rayner, gruffly, and in evident ill 
 humor. " He is the last man I expected to see this day or for days to 
 come. Is there anything else I can do, doctor?" 
 
 " Nothing, thank you, captain." And the little surgeon hastened 
 back to his charges, followed by some of the younger officers, eager to 
 be of assistance in caring for their disabled comrades. Rayner himself 
 hesitated a moment, then turned about and trudged heavily back along 
 the wind-swept platform. The train had pulled away, and was out of 
 sight in the whirl of snow over the Western prairies. He went to his 
 own substantial wagon, and shouted to the driver, who sat muffled in 
 buffalo fur on the box, — 
 
 " Get around there to the freight-house and report to the doctor. 
 There are a lot of frozen cavalrymen to be taken out to the hospital. 
 Don't try to come back for us to night: we'll stay here in town. Send 
 the quartermaster's team in for the trunks as soon as the storm is over 
 and the road clear. That's all." 
 
 Then he rejoined the party at the waiting-room of the station, and 
 Mrs. Rayner noted instantly that all the cheeriness had gone and that 
 a cloud had settled on his face. She was a shrewd observer, and she 
 knew him well. Something more serious than a mishap to a squad 
 of soldiers had brought about the sudden change. He was all glad- 
 ness, all rejoicing and delight, when he clasped her and his baby boy 
 in his anus but ten minutes before, and now — something had occurred 
 to bring him serious discomfort. She rested her hand on his arm 
 and looked questioningly in his face. He avoided her glance, and 
 
THE DESERTER. 31 
 
 quickly began to talk She saw that he desired to answer no questions 
 just then, and wisely refrained. 
 
 Meantime, Miss Travers was chatting blithely with two young gal- 
 lants who had returned to her side, and who had thrown off their heavy 
 furs and now stood revealed in their becoming undress uniforms. Mr. 
 Ross had gone to look over the rooms which the host of the railway 
 hotel had offered for the use of the party ; the baby was yielding to the 
 inevitable and gradually condescending to notice the efforts of Mr. 
 Foster to scrape acquaintance ; the kitten, with dainty step, and ears 
 and tail erect, was making a leisurely inspection of the premises, sniff- 
 ing about the few benches and chairs with which the bare room was 
 burdened, and reconnoitring the door leading to the hall-way with evi- 
 dent desire to extend her researches in that direction. Presently that 
 very door opened, and in came two or three bundles of fur in masculine 
 shape, and with them two shaggy deer-hounds, who darted straight at 
 the kitten. There was a sudden flurry and scatter, a fury of spits and 
 scratching, a yelp of pain from one brute with lacerated nose, a sudden 
 recoil of both hounds, and then a fiery rush through the open door-way 
 in pursuit of puss. After the first gallant instinct of battle her nerve 
 had given out, and she had sought safety in flight. 
 
 " Oh, don't let them hurt her !' cried Miss Travers, as she darted 
 into the hall and gazed despairingly up the stairway to the second story, 
 whither the dogs had vanished like a flash. Two of the young officers 
 sped to the rescue and turned the wrong way. Mrs. Rayner and the 
 captain followed her into the hall. A rush of canine feet and an ex- 
 cited chorus of barks and yelps were heard aloft ; then a stern voice 
 ordering, " Down, you brutes !" a sudden howl as though in response 
 to a vigorous kick, and an instant later, bearing the kitten, ruffled, ter- 
 rified, and wildly excited, yet unharmed, there came springing lightly 
 down the steps the young man in civilian dress who was their fellow- 
 traveller on the Pullman. Without a word he gave his prize into the 
 dainty hands outstretched to receive it, and, never stopping an instant, 
 never listening to the eager words of thanks from her pretty lips, he 
 darted back as quickly as he came, leaving Miss Travers suddenly 
 stricken dumb. 
 
 Captain Rayner turned sharply on his heel and stepped back into 
 the waiting-room. Mr. Ross nudged a brother lieutenant and whis- 
 pered, " By gad ! that's awkward for Midas !" The two subalterns 
 who had taken the wrong turn at the top of the stairs reappeared there 
 
32 THE DESERTER. 
 
 just as the rescuer shot past them on his way back, and stood staring, 
 first after his disappearing form, and then at each other. Miss Travers, 
 with wonder and relief curiously mingled in her sweet face, clung to 
 her restored kitten and gazed vacantly up the stairs. 
 
 Mrs. Rayner looked confusedly from one to the other, quickly 
 noting the constraint in the manner of every officer present and the 
 sudden disappearance of her husband. There was an odd silence for 
 a moment : then she spoke : 
 
 " Mr. Ross, do you know that gentleman ?" 
 
 " I know who he is. Yes." 
 - "Who is he, then?" 
 
 " He is your husband's new first lieutenant, Mrs. Rayner. That is 
 Mr. Hayne." 
 
 " That ! — Mr. Hayne ?" she exclaimed, growing suddenly pale. 
 
 " Certainly, madame. Had you never seen him before ?" 
 
 " Never ; and I expected — I didn't expect to see such a " And 
 
 she broke short off, confused and plainly distressed, turned abruptly, and 
 left the hall as had her husband. 
 
 III. 
 
 The officers of Fort Warrener were assembled, as was the daily 
 morning custom, in the presence of the colonel commanding. It had 
 long been the practice of that veteran soldier to require all his com- 
 missioned subordinates to put in an appearance at his office immediately 
 after the ceremony of guard-mounting. He might have nothing to say 
 to them, or he might have a good deal ; and he was a man capable 
 of saying a good deal in very few words, and meaning exactly what he 
 said. It was his custom to look up from his writing as each officer 
 entered and respond to the respectful salutation tendered him with an 
 equally punctilious " Good-morning, Captain Gregg," or "Good-morn- 
 ing, Mr. Blake," — never omitting the mention of the name, unless, as 
 was sometimes tried, a squad of them came in together and made their 
 obeisance as a body. In this event the colonel simply looked each man 
 in the face, as though taking mental note of the individual constituents 
 of the group, and contented himself with a " Good-morning, gentle- 
 men." 
 
 When in addition to six troops of his own regiment of cavalry 
 there were sent to the post a major and four companies of infantry. 
 
THE DESERTER. 33 
 
 some of the junior officers of the latter organization had suggested to 
 their comrades of the yellow stripes that as the colonel had no roll-call 
 it might be a matter of no great risk to " cut the matinee" on some of 
 the fiendishly cold mornings that soon set in ; but the experiment was 
 never designedly tried, thanks, possibly, to the frank exposition of his 
 >ersonal views as expressed by Lieutenant Blake, of the cavalry, who 
 said, " Try it if you are stagnating for want of a sensation, my genial 
 plodder, but not if you value the advice of one who has been there, so 
 to speak. The chief will spot you quicker than he can a missing shoe, 
 — a missing Wseshoe, Johnny, let me elaborate for your comprehen- 
 sion, — and the next question will be, ' Mr. Bluestrap, did you inten- 
 tionally absent yourself?' and then how will you get out of it ?" 
 
 The matinees, so called, were by no means unpopular features of 
 the daily routine. The officers were permitted to bring their pipes or 
 cigars and take their after-breakfast smoke in the big, roomy office of 
 the commander, just as they were permitted to enjoy the post-prandial 
 whiff when at evening recitation in the same office they sat around the 
 room, chatting in low tones, for half an hour, while the colonel re- 
 ceived the reports of his adjutant, the surgeon, and the old and the new 
 officer of the day. Then any matters affecting the discipline or in- 
 struction or general interests of the command were brought up ; both 
 sides of the question were presented, if question arose ; the decision 
 was rendered then and there, and the officers were dismissed for the 
 day with the customary " That's all, gentlemen." They left the office 
 well knowing that only in the event of some sudden emergency would 
 they be called thither again or disturbed in their daily vocations until 
 the same hour on the following morning. Meantime, they must be 
 about their work : drills, if weather permitted ; stable-duty, no matter 
 what the weather ; garrison courts, boards of survey, the big general 
 court that was perennially dispensing justice at the post, and the long 
 list of minor but none the less exacting demands on the time and 
 attention of the subalterns and company commanders. The colonel 
 was a strict, even severe, disciplinarian, but he was cool, deliberate, and 
 just. He " worked" his officers, and thereby incurred the criticism of 
 a few, but held the respect of all. He had been a splendid cavalry- 
 commander in the field of all others where his sterling qualities were 
 Mire to find responsive appreciation in his officers and men, — on active 
 and stirring campaigns against the Indians, — and among his own regi- 
 ment he knew that deep in their hearts the — th respected and 
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34 THE DESERTER. 
 
 believed in him, even when they growled at garrison exactions which 
 seemed uncalled for. The infantry officers knew less of him as a ster- 
 ling campaigner, and were not so well pleased with his discipline. It 
 was all right for him to " rout out" every mother's son in the cavalry 
 at reveille, because all the cavalry officers had to go to stables soon 
 afterwards, — that was all they were fit for, — but what on earth was the 
 use of getting them — the infantry — out of their warm beds before 
 sunrise on a wintry morning and having no end of roll-calls and such 
 things through the day, "just to keep them busy" ? The real objection 
 — the main objection — to the colonel's system was that it kept a large 
 number of officers, most of whom were educated gentlemen, hammer- 
 ing all day long at an endless routine of trivial duties, allowing actually 
 no time in which they could read, study, or improve their minds ; but, 
 as ill luck would have it, the three young gentlemen who decided to 
 present to the colonel this view of the case had been devoting what 
 spare time they could find to a lively game of poker down at " the 
 store," and their petition for " more time to themselves" brought down 
 a reply from the oracular lips of the commander that became immortal 
 on the frontier and made the petitioners nearly frantic. For a week 
 the trio was the butt of all the wits at Fort Warrener. And yet the en- 
 tire commissioned force felt that they were being kept at the grindstone 
 because of the frivolity of these few youngsters, and they did not like 
 it. All the same the cavalrymen stuck up for their colonel, and the in- 
 fantrymen respected him, and the matinees were business-like and profit- 
 able. They were rarely unpleasant in any feature ; but this particular 
 morning — two days after the arrival of Mrs. Rayner and her sister — 
 there had been a scene of somewhat dramatic interest, and the groups 
 of officers in breaking up and going away could discuss nothing else. 
 The colonel had requested one of their number to remain, as he wished 
 to speak to him further ; and that man was Lieutenant Hayne. 
 
 Seven years had that young gentleman been a second lieutenant 
 of the regiment of infantry a detachment of which was now stationed 
 at Warrener. Only this very winter had promotion come to him ; 
 and, of all companies in the regiment, he was gazetted to the first- 
 lieutenancy of Captain Rayner's. For a while the regiment when by 
 itself could talk of little else. Mr. Hayne had spent three or four 
 years in the exile of a little "two-company post" far up in the moun- 
 tains. Except the officers there stationed, none of his comrades had 
 seen him during that time. No one of them would like to admit that 
 
THE DESERTER. 35 
 
 lie would care to see him. And yet, when once in a while they got to 
 talking among themselves about him, and the question was sometimes 
 confidentially asked of comrades who came down on leave from that 
 isolated station, " How is Hayne doing ?" or, " What is Hayne doing ?" 
 the language in which he was referred to grew by degrees far less 
 truculent and confident than it had been when he first went thither. 
 Officers of other regiments rarely spoke to the " Riflers" of Mr. Hayne. 
 Unlike one or two others of their arm of the service, this particular 
 regiment of foot held the affairs of its officers as regimental property 
 in which outsiders had no concern. If they had disagreements, they 
 were kept to themselves ; and even in a case which in its day had at- 
 tracted wide-spread attention the Riflers had long since learned to shun 
 all talk outside. It was evident to other commands that the Hayne 
 affair was a sore point and one on which they preferred silence. And 
 yet it was getting to be whispered around that the Riflers were by no 
 means so unanimous as they had been in their opinion of this very 
 officer. They were becoming divided among themselves ; and what com- 
 plicated matters was the fact that those who felt their views under- 
 going a reconstruction were compelled to admit that just in proportion 
 as the case of Mr. Hayne rose in their estimation the reputation of an- 
 other officer was bound to suffer ; and that officer was Captain Rayner. 
 
 Between these two men not a word had been exchanged for five 
 years, — not a single word since the day when, with ashen face and 
 broken accents, but with stern purpose in every syllable, Lieutenant 
 Hayne, standing in the presence of nearly all the officers of his regi- 
 ment, had hurled this prophecy in his adversary's* teeth : " Though 
 it take me years, I will live it down despite you ; and you will wish 
 to God you had bitten out your perjured tongue before ever you told the 
 lie that wrecked me." 
 
 No wonder there was talk, and lots of it, in the " Riflers" and all 
 through the garrison when Rayner's first lieutenant suddenly threw up 
 his commission and retired to the mines he had located in Montana, 
 and Hayne, the " senior second," was promoted to the vacancy. Specu- 
 lation as to what would be the result was given a temporary rest by 
 the news that War Department orders had granted the subaltern six 
 months' leave, — the first he had sought in as many years. It was 
 known that he had gone East ; but hardly had he been away a fort- 
 night when there came the trouble with the Cheyennes at the reserva- 
 tion, — a leap for liberty by some fifty of the band, and an immediate 
 
36 THE DESERTER 
 
 rush of the cavalry in pursuit. There were some bloody atrocities, as 
 there always are. All the troops in the department were ordered to be 
 in readiness for instant service, while the officials eagerly watched the 
 reports to see which way the desperate band would turn ; and the next 
 heard of Mr. Hayne was the news that he had thrown up his leave 
 and had hurried out to join his company the moment the Eastern 
 papers told of the trouble. It was all practically settled by the time 
 he reached the department; but the spirit and intent of his action 
 could not be doubted. And now here he was at Warrener. That very 
 morning during the matinee he had entered the office unannounced, 
 walked up to the desk of the commander, and, while every voice but 
 his in the room was stilled, he quietly spoke : 
 
 " Permit me to introduce myself, colonel, — Mr. Hayne. I desire 
 to relinquish my leave of absence and report for duty." 
 
 The colonel quickly arose and extended his hand : 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, I am especially glad to see you and to thank you here 
 for all your care and kindness to our men. The doctor tells me that 
 many of them Avould have had to suffer the loss of noses and ears, eve^ 
 of hands and feet in some cases, but for your attention. Major Stannard 
 will add his thanks to mine when he returns. Take a seat, sir, for the 
 present. You are acquainted with the officers of your own regiment, 
 doubtless. Mr. Billings, introduce Mr. Hayne to ours." 
 
 Whereat the adjutant courteously greeted the new-comer, presented a 
 small party of yellow-strapped shoulders, and then drew him into earnest 
 talk about the adventure of the train. It was noticed that Mr. Hayne 
 neither by word n»r glance gave the slightest recognition of the presence 
 of the officers of his own regiment, and that they as studiously avoided 
 him. One or two of their number had, indeed, risen and stepped for- 
 ward, as though to offer him the civil greeting due to one of their own 
 cloth ; but it was with evident doubt of the result. They reddened 
 when he met their tentative — which was that of a gentleman — with a 
 cold look of utter repudiation. He did not choose to see them, and, of 
 course, that ended it. 
 
 Nor was his greeting hearty among the cavalrymen. There were 
 only a few present, as most of the — th were still out in the field and 
 marching slowly homeward. The introductions were courteous and 
 formal, there was even constraint among some two or three, but there 
 was civility and an evident desire to refer to his services in behalf of 
 their men. All such attempts, however, Mr. Hayne waved aside by 
 
THE DESERTER. 37 
 
 an immediate change of the subject. It was plain that to them too, 
 he had the manner of a man who was at odds with the world and 
 desired to make no friends. 
 
 The colonel quickly noted the general silence and constraint, and 
 resolved to shorten it as much as possible. Dropping his pen, he 
 wheeled around in his chair with determined cheerfulness : 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, you will need a day or two to look about before \ou 
 select quarters and get ready for work, I presume." 
 
 " Thank you, colonel. No, sir. I shall move in this afternoon and 
 be on duty to-morrow morning," was the calm reply. 
 
 There was an awkward pause for a moment. The officers looked 
 blankly from one to another, and then began craning their necks to 
 search for the post quartermaster, who sat an absorbed listener. Then 
 the colonel spoke again : 
 
 " I appreciate your promptness, Mr. Hayne ; but have you considered 
 that in choosing quarters according to your rank you will necessarily 
 move somebody out? We are crowded now, and many of your juniors 
 are married, and the ladies will want time to pack." 
 
 An anxious silence again. Captain Rayner was gazing at his boot- 
 toes and trying to appear utterly indifferent ; others leaned forward, as 
 though eager to hear the answer. A faint smile crossed Mr. Hayne's 
 features : he seemed rather to enjoy the situation : 
 
 " I have considered, colonel. I shall turn nobody out, and nobody 
 need be incommoded in the least." 
 
 " Oh ! then you will share quarters with some of the bachelors ?" 
 asked the colonel, with evident relief. 
 
 "No, sir;" and the answer was stern in tone, though perfectly 
 respectful : " I shall live as I have lived for years, — utterly alone." 
 
 One could have heard a pin drop in the office, — even on the matted 
 floor. The colonel half rose : 
 
 " AY hy, Mr. Hayne, there is not a vacant set of quarters in the 
 garrison. You will have to move some one out if you decide to live 
 alone." 
 
 "There may be no quarters in the post, sir, but, if you will permit 
 me, I can live near my company and yet in officers' quarters." 
 
 " How so, sir ?" 
 
 " In the house out there on the edge of the garrison, facing the 
 prairie. It is within stone's-throw of the barracks of Company B, and 
 is exactly like those built for the officers in here along the parade." 
 
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38 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " Why, Mr. Hayne, no officers ever lived there. It is utterly out 
 of the way and isolated. I believe it was built for the sutler years ago, 
 but was bought in by the government afterwards. — Who lives there 
 now, Mr. Quartermaster ?" 
 
 " No one, sir. It is being used as a tailors' shop ; half a dozen of 
 the company tailors work there ; but I can send them back to their own 
 barracks. The house is in good repair, and, as Mr. Hayne says, exactly 
 like those built for officers' use." 
 
 " And you mean you want to live there, alone, Mr. Hayne ?" 
 
 " I do, sir, — exactly." 
 
 The colonel turned sharply to his desk once more. The strained 
 silence continued a moment. Then he faced his officers: 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, will you remain a few moments ? I wish to speak 
 with you. — Gentlemen, that is all this morning." And so the meeting 
 adjourned. 
 
 While many of the cavalry officers strolled into the neighboring 
 club- and reading-room, it was noticed that their comrades of the in- 
 fantry lost no time at intermediate points, but took the shortest road to 
 the row of brown cottages known as the officers' quarters. The feeling 
 of constraint that had settled upon all was still apparent in the group 
 that entered the club-room, and for a moment no one spoke. There 
 was a general settling into easy-chairs and picking up of newspapers 
 without reference to age or date. No one seemed to want to say any- 
 thing, and yet every one felt it necessary to have some apparent excuse 
 for becoming absorbed in other matters. This was so evident to Lieu- 
 tenant Blake that he speedily burst into a laugh, — the first that had been 
 heard, — and when two or three heads popped out from behind their 
 printed screens to inquire into the cause of his mirth, that light-hearted 
 gentleman was seen sprawling his long legs apart and gazing out of the 
 window after the groups of infantrymen. 
 
 " What do you see that's so intensely funny ?" growled one of the 
 elders among the dragoons. 
 
 " Nothing, old mole, — nothing," said Blake, turning suddenly about. 
 " It looks too much like a funeral procession for fun. What I'm 
 chuckling at is the absurdity of our coming in here like so many mutes 
 in weepers. It's none of our funeral." 
 
 "Strikes me the situation is damned awkward," growled "the 
 mole" again. " Here's a fellow comes in who's cut by his regiment 
 
THE DESERTER. 39 
 
 and has placed ours under lasting obligation before he gets inside the 
 post." 
 
 " Well, does any man here know the rights and wrongs of the case, 
 anyhow ?" said a tall, bearded captain as he threw aside the paper which 
 he had not been reading, and rose impatiently to his feet. " It seems to 
 me, from the little I've heard of Mr. Hayne and the little I've seen, 
 that there is a broad variation between facts and appearances. He looks 
 like a gentleman." 
 
 " No one does know anything more of the matter than was known 
 at the time of the court-martial five years ago," answered " the mole." 
 " Of course you have heard all about that ; and my experience is that 
 when a body of officers and gentlemen find, after due deliberation on 
 the evidence, that another has been guilty of conduct unbecoming an 
 officer and a gentleman, the chances are a hundred to one he has been 
 doing something disreputable, to say the least." 
 
 " Then why wasn't he dismissed ?" queried a young lieutenant. 
 " The law says he must be." 
 
 " That's right, Dolly : pull your Ives and Benet on 'em, and show 
 you know all about military law and courts-martial," said the captain, 
 crushingly. "It's one thing for a court to sentence, and another for 
 the President to approve. Hayne was dismissed, so far as a court 
 could do it, but the President remitted the whole thing." 
 
 " There was more to it than that, though, and you know it, Bux- 
 *ton," said Blake. "Neither the department commander nor General 
 Sherman thought the evidence conclusive, and they said so, — especially 
 old Gray Fox. And you ask any of these fellows here now whether 
 they believe Hayne was really guilty, and I'll bet you that eight out of 
 ten will flunk at the question." 
 
 " And yet they all cut him dead. That's piima facie evidence of 
 what they think." 
 
 " Cut be blowed ! By gad, if any man asked me to testify on oath 
 as to where the cut lay, I should say he had cut them. Did you see 
 how he ignored Foster and Graham this morning ?" 
 
 " I did ; and I thought it damned ungentlemanly in him. Those 
 fellows did the proper thing, and he ought to have acknowledged it," 
 broke in a third officer. 
 
 " I'm not defending that point ; the Lord knows he has done 
 nothing to encourage civility with his own people ; but there are two 
 sides to every story, and I asked their adjutant last fall, when there was 
 
40 THE DESERTER. 
 
 some talk of his company's being sent here, what Hayne's status was, 
 and he told me. There isn't a squarer man or sounder soldier in the 
 army than the adjutant of the Riflers ; and he said that it was Hayne's 
 stubborn pride that more than anything else stood in the way of his 
 restoration to social standing. He had made it a rule that every one 
 who was not for him was against him, and refused to admit any man to 
 his society who would not first come to him of his own volition and say 
 he believed him utterly innocent. As that involved the necessity of their 
 looking upon Rayner as either perjured or grossly and persistently 
 mistaken, no one felt called upon to do it. Guilty or innocent, he has 
 lived the life of a Pariah ever since." 
 
 " I wanted to open out to him, to-day," said Captain Gregg, " but 
 the moment I began to speak of his great kindness to our men he froze 
 as stiff as Mulligan's ear. What was the use? I simply couldn't 
 thaw an icicle. What made him so effective in getting the frost out of 
 them was his capacity for absorbing it into his own system." 
 
 " Well, here, gentlemen," said Buxton, impatiently, " we've got to 
 face this thing sooner or later, and may as well do it now. I know 
 Rayner, and like him, and don't believe he's the kind of man to wilfully 
 wrong another. I don't know Mr. Hayne, and Mr. Hayne apparently 
 don't want to know me. / think that where a man has been convicted 
 of dishonorable — disgraceful conduct and is cut by his whole regiment 
 it is our business to back the regiment, not the man. Now the question 
 is, where shall we draw the line in this case? It's none of our funeral,* 
 as Blake says, but ordinarily it would be our duty to call upon this 
 officer. Shall we do it, now that he is in Coventry, or shall we leave 
 him to his own devices ?" 
 
 " I'll answer for myself, Buxton," said Blake, " and you can do as 
 you please. Except that one thing, and the not unusual frivolities of a 
 youngster that occurred previous to his trial, I understand that his 
 character has been above reproach. So far as I can learn, he is a far 
 more reputable character than I am, and a better officer than most of us. 
 Growl all you want to, comrades mine : ' it's a way we have in the 
 army,' and I like it. So long as I include myself in these malodorous 
 comparisons, you needn't swear. It is my conviction that the Riflers 
 wouldn't say he was guilty to-day if they hadn't said so five years ago. 
 It is my information that he has paid every cent of the damages, 
 whether he caused them or not, and it is my intention to go and cull 
 
THE DESERTER. 41 
 
 upon Mr. Hayne as soon as he's settled. I don't propose to influence 
 any man in his action ; and excuse me, Buxton, I think you did." 
 
 The captain looked wrathful. Blake was an oddity, of whom he 
 rather stood in awe, for there was no mistaking the popularity and 
 respect in which he was held in his own regiment. The — th was 
 somewhat remarkable for being emphatically an " outspoken crowd," 
 and for some years, thanks to a leaven of strong and truthful men in 
 whom this trait was pronounced and sustained, it had grown to be the 
 custom of all but a few of the officers to discuss openly and fully all 
 matters of regimental policy and utterly to discountenance covert action 
 of any kind. Blake was thoroughly popular, and generally respected, 
 despite a tendency to rant and rattle on most occasions. Nevertheless, 
 there were signs of dissent as to the line of action he proposed, though 
 it were only for his own guidance. 
 
 "And how do you suppose Rayner and the Riflers generally will 
 regard your calling on their black sheep?" asked Buxton, after a 
 pause. 
 
 " I don't know," said Blake, more seriously, and with a tone 
 of concern. " I like Rayner, and have found most of those fellows 
 thorough gentlemen and good friends. This will test the question 
 thoroughly. I believe most of them, except of course Rayner, would 
 do the same were they in my place. At all events, I mean to see." 
 
 " What are you going tcF do, Gregg?" asked " the mole," wheeling 
 suddenly on his brother troop-commander. 
 
 " I don't know," said Gregg, doubtfully. " I think I'll ask the 
 colonel." 
 
 " What do you suppose he means to do ?" 
 
 " I don't know again ; but I'll bet we all know as soon as he makes 
 up his mind ; and he is making up his mind now, — or he's made it up, 
 for there goes Mr. Hayne, and here comes the orderly. Something's up 
 already." 
 
 Every head was turned to the door- way as the orderly's step was 
 heard in the outer hall, and every voice stilled to hear the message, it 
 was so unusual for the commanding officer to send for one of his sub- 
 ordinates after the morning meeting. . The soldier tapped at the panel, 
 and at the prompt " Come in" pushed it partly open and stood with one 
 white-gloved hand resting on the knob, the other raised to his cap- visor 
 in salute. 
 
 " Lieutenant Blake ?" he asked, as he glanced around. 
 
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42 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " What is it ?" asked Blake, stepping quickly from the window. 
 
 " The commanding officer's compliments, sir, and could he see the 
 lieutenant one minute before the court meets ?" 
 
 " Coming at once," said Blake, as he pushed his way through the 
 chairs, and the orderly faced about and disappeared. 
 
 " I'll bet it's about Hayne," was the apparently unanimous senti- 
 ment as the cavalry party broke up and scattered for the morning's 
 duties. Some waited purposely to hear. 
 
 The adjutant alone stood in the colonel's presence as Blake knocked 
 and entered. All others had gone. There was a moment's hesita- 
 tion, and the colonel paused and looked his man over before he spoke : 
 
 " You will excuse my sending for you, Mr. Blake, when I tell you 
 that it is a matter that has to be decided at once. In this case you 
 will consider, too, that I want you to say yes or no exactly as you 
 would to a comrade of your own grade. If you were asked to meet 
 Mr. Hayne at any other house in the garrison than mine, wOuld you 
 desire to accept ? You are aware of all the circumstances, the adjutant 
 tells me." 
 
 " I am, sir, and have just announced my intention of calling upon 
 him." 
 
 " Then will you dine with us this evening to meet Mr. Hayne ?" 
 
 " I will do so with pleasure, sir." 
 ********** 
 
 It could hardly have been an hour afterwards when Mrs. Rayner 
 entered the library in her cosey home and found Miss Travers enter- 
 taining herself with a book. 
 
 "Have you written to Mr. Van Antwerp this morning?" she 
 asked. " I thought that was what you came here for." 
 
 " I did mean to, but Mrs. Waldron has been here, and I was in- 
 terrupted." 
 
 " It is fully fifteen minutes since she left, Nellie. You might have 
 written two or three pages already ; and you know that all manner of 
 visitors will be coming in by noon." 
 
 "I was just thinking over something she told me. I'll write 
 presently." 
 
 " Mrs. Waldron is a woman who talks about everything and every- 
 body. I ad nse you to listen to her no more than you can help. What 
 was it she told you ?" 
 
THE DESERTER 43 
 
 Miss Travers smiled roguishly : " Why should you want to know, 
 Kate, if you disapprove of her revelations ?" 
 
 " Oh," with visible annoyance, " it is to — I wanted to know so as 
 to let you see that it was something unfounded, as usual." 
 
 " She said she had just been told that the colonel was going to give 
 a dinner-party this evening to Mr. Hayne." 
 
 "What?" 
 
 " She — said — she — had — -just — been — told — that — the colonel — was 
 going — to give — a dinner-party — this evening — to Mr. Hayne." 
 
 "Who told her?" 
 
 "Kate, I didn't ask." 
 
 " Who are invited ? None of ours f 
 
 " Kate, I don't know." 
 
 " Where did she say she had heard it ?" 
 
 "She didn't say." 
 
 Mrs. Rayner paused one moment, irresolute : " Didn't she tell you 
 anything more about it ?" 
 
 " Nothing, sister mine. Why should you feel such an interest in 
 what Mrs. Waldron says, if she's such a gossip ?" And Miss Travera 
 was evidently having hard work to keep from laughing outright. 
 
 " You had better write your letter," said her big sister, and flounced 
 suddenly out of the room and up the stairs. 
 
 A moment later she was at the parlor door with a wrap thrown over 
 her shoulders : " If Captain Rayner comes in, tell him I want particu- 
 larly to see him before he goes out again." 
 
 " Where are you going, Kate ?" 
 
 " Oh, just over to Mrs. Waldron's a moment." 
 
 IV. 
 
 Facing the broad, bleak prairie, separated from it only by a rough, 
 unpainted picket fence, and flanked by uncouth structures of pine, one 
 of which was used as a storehouse for quartermaster's property, the 
 other as the post-trader's depository for skins and furs, there stood the 
 frame cottage which Mr. Hayne had chosen as his home. As has been 
 said, it was precisely like those built for the subaltern officers, so far as 
 material, plan, and dimensions were concerned. The locality made the 
 vast difference which really existed. Theirs stood all in a row, fronting 
 the grassy level of the parade, surrounded by verandas, bordering on a 
 
44 THE DESERTER. 
 
 well-kept gravel path and an equally well graded drive. Clear, spark- 
 ling water rippled in tiny acequias through the front yards of each, and 
 so furnished the moisture needed for the life of various little shrubs 
 and flowering plants. The surroundings were at least " sociable," and 
 there was companionship and jollity, with an occasional tiff to keep 
 things lively. The married officers, as a rule, had chosen their quarters 
 farthest from the entrance-gate and nearest those of the colonel com- 
 manding. The bachelors, except the two or three who were old in the 
 service and had "rank" in lieu of encumbrances, were all herded to- 
 gether along the eastern end, a situation that had disadvantages as con- 
 nected with duties which required the frequent presence of the occupants 
 at the court-martial rooms or at head-quarters, and that was correspond- 
 ingly far distant from the barracks of -the soldiers. It had its recom- 
 mendations in being convenient to the card-room and billiard-tables at 
 " the store," and in embracing within its limits one house which pos- 
 sessed mysterious interest in the eyes of every woman and most of the 
 men in the garrison : it was said to be haunted. 
 
 A sorely-perplexed man was the post quartermaster when the rumor 
 came out from the railway-station that Mr. Hayne had arrived and was 
 coming to report for duty. As a first lieutenant he would have choice 
 of quarters over every second lieutenant in the garrison : there were ten 
 of these young gentlemen, and four of the ten were married. Every 
 set of quarters had its occupants, and Hayne could move in nowhere, 
 unless as occupant of a room or two in the house of some comrade, 
 without first compelling others to move out. This proceeding would 
 lead to vast discomfort, occurring as it would in the dead of winter, 
 and the youngsters were naturally perturbed in spirit, — their wives 
 especially so. What made the prospects infinitely worse was the fact 
 that the cavalry bachelors were already living three in a house : the 
 only spare rooms were in the quarters of tne second lieutenants of 
 the infantry, and they were not on speaking-terms with Mr. Hayne. 
 Everything, therefore, pointed to the probability of his " displacing" 
 a junior, who would in turn displace somebody else, and so they 
 woidd go tumbling like a row of bricks until the lowest and last was 
 reached. All this would involve no end of worry for the quarter- 
 master, who even under the most favorable circumstances is sure to 
 be the least appreciated and most abused officer under the comman- 
 dant himself, and that worthy was simply agasp with relief and joy 
 
THE DESERTER. 45 
 
 when he jeard Mr. Hayne's astonishing announcement that he would 
 take the quarters out on " Prairie Avenue." 
 
 It was the talk of the garrison all that day. The ladies, especially, 
 had a good deal to say, because many of the men seemed averse to ex- 
 pressing their views. " Quite the proper thing for Mr. Hayne to do," 
 was the apparent opinion of the majority of the young wives and 
 mothers. As a particularly kind and considerate thing it was not re- 
 marked by one of them, though that view of the case went not entirely 
 unrepresented. In choosing to live there Mr. Hayne separated himself 
 from companionship. That, said some of the commentators, — men 
 as well as women, — he simply accepted as the virtue of necessity, and 
 so there was nothing to commend in his action. But Mr. Hayne was 
 said to possess an eye for the picturesque and beautiful. If so, he 
 deliberately condemned himself to the daily contemplation of a treeless 
 barren, streaked in occasional shallows with dingy patches of snow, 
 ornamented only in spots by abandoned old hats, boots, or tin cans 
 blown beyond the jurisdiction of the garrison police-parties. A line 
 of telegraph-poles was all that intervened between his fence and the 
 low-lying hills of the eastern horizon. Southeastward lay the distant 
 roofs and the low, squat buildings of the frontier town ; southward the 
 shallow valley of the winding creek in which lay the long line of 
 stables for the cavalry and the great stacks of hay ; while the row on 
 which he chose to live — " Prairie Avenue," as it was termed — was far 
 worse at his end of it than at the other. It covered the whole eastern 
 front. The big, brown hospital building stood at the northern end. 
 Then came the quarters of the surgeon and his assistants, then the 
 snug home of the post trader, then the "store" and its scattering 
 appendages, then the entrance-gateway, then a broad vacant space, 
 through which the wind swept like a hurricane, then the little shanty 
 of the trader's fur house and one or two hovel-like structures used by 
 the tailors and cobbler of the adjacent infantry companies. Then came 
 the cottage itself: south of it stood the quartermaster's store-room, 
 back of which lay an extension filled with ordnance stores, then other 
 and similar sheds devoted to commissary supplies, the post butcher- 
 shop, the saddler's shop, then big coal-sheds, and then the brow of the 
 bluff, down which at a steep grade plunged the road to the stables. It 
 was as unprepossessing a place for a home as ever was chosen by a man 
 of education or position ; and Mr. Hayne was possessed of both. 
 
 In garrison, despite the flat parade, there was a grand expanse of 
 
46 THE DESERTEx. 
 
 country to be seen stretching away towards the snow-covered Rockies, 
 There was life and the sense of neighborliness to one's kind. Out on 
 Prairie Avenue all was wintry desolation, except when twice each day 
 the cavalry officers went plodding by on their way to and from the 
 stables, muffled up in their fur caps and coats, and hardly distinguish- 
 able from so many bears, much less from one another. 
 
 And yet Mr. Hayne smiled not unhappily as he glanced from his 
 eastern window at this group of burly warriors the afternoon succeed- 
 ing his dinner at the colonePs. He had been busy all day long un- 
 packing books, book-shelves, some few pictures which he loved, and his 
 simple, soldierly outfit of household goods, and getting them into shape. 
 His sole assistant was a Chinese servant, who worked rapidly and well, 
 and who seemed in no wise dismayed by the bleakness of their sur- 
 roundings. If anything, he was disposed to grin and indulge in high- 
 pitched commentaries in " pidgin English" upon the unaccustomed 
 amount of room. His master had been restricted to two rooms and a 
 kitchen during the two years he had served him. Now they had a 
 house to themselves, and more rooms than they knew what to do with. 
 The quartermaster had sent a detail of men to put up the stoves and 
 move out the rubbish left by the tailors ; " Sam" had worked vigor- 
 ously with soft soap, hot water, and a big mop in sprucing up the 
 rooms ; the adjutant had sent a little note during the morning, saying 
 that the colonel would be glad to order him any men he needed to put 
 the quarters in proper shape, and that Captain Rayner had expressed 
 his readiness to send a detail from the company to unload and unpack 
 his boxes, etc., to which Mr. Hayne replied in person that he thanked 
 the commanding officer for his thoughtfulness, but that he had very 
 little to unpack, and needed no assistance beyond that already afforded 
 by the quartermaster's men. Mr. Billings could not help noting that 
 he made no allusion to that part of the letter which spoke of Captain 
 Rayncr's offer. It increased his respect for Mr. Hayne's perceptive 
 powers. 
 
 While every officer of the infantry battalion was ready to admit 
 that Mr. Hayne had rendered invaluable service to the men of the cav- 
 alry regiment, they were not so unanimous in their opinion as to how 
 it should be acknowledged and requited by its officers. No one was 
 prepared for the announcement that the colonel had asked him to dinner 
 and that Blake and Billings were to meet him. Some few of their 
 number thought it going too far, but no one quite coincided with the 
 
THE DESERTER. 47 
 
 vehement declaration of Mrs. Rayner that it was an outrage and an 
 affront aimed at the regiment in general and at Captain Rayner in par- 
 ticular. She was an energetic woman when aroused, and there was no 
 doubt of her being very much aroused as she sped from house to house 
 to see what the other ladies thought of it. Rayner's wealth and Mrs. 
 Rayner's qualities had made her an undoubted though not always popu- 
 lar leader in all social matters in the Riflers. She was an authority, so 
 to speak, and one who knew it. Already there had been some points 
 on which she had differed with the colonel's wife, and it was plain to all 
 that it was a difficult thing for her to come down from being the author- 
 ity — the leader of the social element of a garrison — and from the po- 
 sition of second or third importance which she had been accorded when 
 first assigned to the station. There were many, indeed, who asserted 
 that it was because she found her new position unbearable that she 
 decided on her long visit to the East and departed thither before the 
 Riflers had been at Warrener a month. The colonel's wife had greeted 
 her and her lovely sister with charming grace on their arrival two days 
 previous to the stirring event of the dinner, and every one was looking 
 forward to a probable series of pleasant entertainments by the two 
 households, even while wondering how long the entente cordiale would 
 last, — when the colonel's invitation to Mr. Hayne brought on an im- 
 mediate crisis. It is safe to say that Mrs. Rayner was madder than the 
 captain her husband, who hardly knew how to take it. He was by no 
 means the best liked officer in his regiment, nor the " deepest" and best 
 informed, but he had a native shrewdness which helped him. He noted 
 even before his wife would speak of it to him the gradual dying out of 
 the bitter feeling that had once existed at Hayne's expense. He felt, 
 though it hurt him seriously to make inquiries, that the man whom 
 he had practically crushed and ruined in the long ago was slowly but 
 surely gaining strength even where he would not make friends. Worse 
 than all, he w r as beginning to doubt the evidence of his own senses as 
 the years receded, and unknown to any soul on earth, even his w r ife, 
 there was growing up deep down in his heart a gnawing, insidious, ever- 
 festering fear that after all, after all, he might have been mistaken. 
 And yet on the sacred oath of a soldier and a gentleman, against the most 
 searching cross-examination, again and again had he most confidently and 
 positively declared that he had both seen and heard the fatal interview on 
 which the whole case hinged. And as to the exact language employed, 
 he alone of those within earshot had lived to testify for or against the ac- 
 
48 THE DESERTER. 
 
 cused : of the five soldiers who stood in that now celebrated group, three 
 were shot to deatli within the hour. He was growing nervous, irritable, 
 haggard ; he was getting to hate the mere mention of the case. The pro- 
 motion of Hayne to his own company thrilled him with an almost super- 
 stitious dismay. Were his words coming true ? Was it the judgment of 
 an offended God that his hideous pride, obstinacy, and old-time hatred 
 of this officer were now to be revenged by daily, honrly contact with the 
 victim of his criminal persecution? He had grown morbidly sensitive 
 to any remarks as to Hayne's having " lived down" the toils in which 
 he had been encircled. Might he not " live down" the ensnarer ? He 
 dreaded to see him, — though Rayner was no coward, — and he feared 
 day by day to hear of his restoration to fellowship in the regiment, and 
 yet would have given half his wealth to bring it about, could it but have 
 been accomplished without the dreadful admission, " I was wrong. I 
 was utterly wrong." He had grown lavish in hospitality ; he had become 
 almost aggressively open-handed to his comrades, and had sought to 
 press money upon men who in no wise needed it. He was as eager to 
 lend as some are to borrow, and his brother officers dubbed him " Mi- 
 das" not because everything he touched would turn to gold, but because 
 he would intrude his gold upon them at every turn. There were some 
 who borrowed ; and these he struggled not to let repay. He seemed to 
 have an insane idea that if he could but get his regimental friends 
 bound to him pecuniarily he could control their opinions and ac- 
 tions. It was making him sick at heart, and it made him in secret 
 doubly vindictive and bitter against the man he had doomed to years 
 of suffering. This showed out that very morning. Mrs. Rayner had 
 begun to talk, and he turned fiercely upon her : 
 
 " Not a word on that subject, Kate, if you love me ! — not even the 
 mention of his name ! I must have peace in my own house. It is 
 enough to have to talk of it elsewhere." 
 
 Talk of it he had to. The major early that morning asked him, 
 as they were going to the matinee, — 
 
 " Have you seen Hayne yet ?" 
 
 "Not since he reported on the parade yesterday," was the curt 
 reply. 
 
 " Well, I suppose you will send men to help him get those quarters 
 in habitable shape ?" 
 
 " I will, of course, major, if he ask it. I don't propose sending 
 men to do such work for an officer unless the request come." 
 
THE DESERTER. 49 
 
 " He is entitled to that consideration, Rayner, and I think the men 
 should be sent to him. He is hardly likely to ask." 
 
 " Then he is less likely to get them," said the captain, shortly, for, 
 except the post commander, he well knew that no officer could order it 
 to be done. He was angry at the major for interfering. They were old 
 associates, and had entered service almost at the same time, but his friend 
 had the better luck in promotion and was now his battalion commander. 
 Rayner made an excuse of stopping to speak with the officer of the 
 day, and the major went on without him. He was a quiet old soldier : 
 he wanted no disturbance with his troubled friend, and, like a sensible 
 man, he turned the matter over to their common superior, in a very 
 few words, before the arrival of the general audience. It was this that 
 had caused the colonel to turn quietly to Rayner and say, in the most 
 matter-of-fact way, — 
 
 " Oh, Captain Rayner, I presume Mr. Hayne will need three or 
 four men to help him get his quarters in shape. I suppose you have 
 already thought to send them ?" 
 
 And Rayner flushed, and stammered, "They have not gone yet, 
 sir ; but I had — thought of it." * 
 
 Later, when the sergeant sent the required detail he reported to 
 the captain in the company office in five minutes : " The lieutenant's 
 compliments and thanks, but he does not need the men." 
 
 The dinner at the colonel's, quiet as it was and with only eight at 
 table, was an affair of almost momentous importance to Mr. Hayne. 
 It was the first thing of the kind he had attended in five years ; and 
 though he well know that it was intended by the cavalry commandei 
 more especially as a recognition of the services rendered their suffering 
 men, he could not but rejoice in the courtesy and tact with which he 
 was received and entertained. The colonel's wife, the adjutant's, and 
 those of two captains away with the field battalion, were the four ladies 
 who were there to greet him when, escorted by Mr. Blake, he made 
 his appearance. How long — how very long — it seemed to him since 
 he had sat in the presence of refined and attractive women and listened 
 to their gay and animated chat ! They seemed all such good friends, 
 they made him so thoroughly at home, and they showed so much tact 
 and ease, that never once did it seem apparent that they knew of his 
 trouble in his own regiment ; and yet there was no actual avoidance of 
 matters in which the Riflers were generally interested. It was mainly 
 of his brief visit to the East, however, that they made him talk, — of the 
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50 THE DESERTER. 
 
 operas and theatres he had attended, the pictures he had seen, the music 
 that was most popular ; and when dinner was over their hostess led 
 him to her piano, and he played and sang for them again and again. 
 His voice was soft and sweet, and, though it was uncultivated, he sang 
 with expression and grace, playing with more skill but less feeling and 
 effect than he sang. Music and books had been the solace of lonely 
 years, and he could easily see that he had pleased them with his songs. 
 He went home to the dreary rookery out on Prairie Avenue and 
 laughed at the howling wind. The bare grimy walls and the dim 
 kerosene lamp, even Sam's unmelodious snore in the back room, sent 
 no gloom to his soul. It had been a happy evening. It had cost him 
 a hard struggle to restrain the emotion which he had felt at times ; 
 and when he withdrew, soon after the trumpets sounded tattoo, and the 
 ladies fell to discussing him, as women will, there was but one verdict, 
 — his manners were perfect. 
 
 But the colonel said more than that. He had found him far better 
 read than any other officer of his age he had ever met ; and one and all 
 they expressed the hope that they might see him frequently. No wonder 
 it was of momentous importance to him. It was the opening to a new 
 life. It meant that here at least he had met soldiers and gentlemen 
 and their fair and gracious wives who had welcomed him to their 
 homes, and, though they must have known that a pall of suspicion and 
 crime had overshadowed his past, they believed either that he was 
 innocent of the grievous charge or that his years of exile and suffering 
 had amply atoned. It was a happy evening indeed to him ; but there 
 was gloom at Captain Rayner's. 
 
 The captain himself had gone out soon after tattoo. He found that 
 the parlor was filled with young visitors of both sexes, and he was in 
 no mood for merriment. Miss Travers was being welcomed to the 
 post in genuine army style, and was evidently enjoying it. Mrs. 
 Rayner was flitting nervously in and out of the parlor with a cloud 
 upon her brow, and for once in her life compelled to preserve temporary 
 silence upon the subject uppermost in her thoughts. She had been 
 forbidden to speak of it to her husband ; yet she knew he had gone out 
 again with every probability of needing some one to talk to about the 
 matter. She could not well broach the topic in the parlor, because she 
 was not at all sure how Captain and Mrs. Gregg of the cavalry would 
 take it ; and they were still there. She was a loyal wife ; her husband's 
 quarrel was hers, and more too ; and she was a woman of intuition 
 
THE DESERTER. 51 
 
 even keener than that which we so readily accord the sex. She knew, 
 and knew well, that a hideous doubt had been preying for a long time 
 in her husband's heart of hearts, and she knew still better that it would 
 crush him to believe it was even suspected by any one else. Right or 
 wrong, the one thing for her to do, she doubted not, was to maintain 
 the original guilt against all comers, and to lose no opportunity of feed- 
 ing the flame that consumed Mr. Hayne's record and reputation. He 
 was guilty, — he must be guilty ; and though she was a Christian accord- 
 ing to her view of the case, — a pillar of the Church in matters of public 
 charity and picturesque conformity to all the rubric called for in the 
 services, and much that it did not, — she was unrelenting in her condem- 
 nation of Mr. Hayne. To those who pointed out that he had made every 
 atonement man could make, she responded with the severity of conscious 
 virtue that there could be no atonement without repentance, and no 
 repentance without humility. Mr. Hayne's whole attitude was that of 
 stubborn pride and resentment ; his atonement was that enforced by the 
 unanimous verdict of his comrades ; and even if it were so that he had 
 more than made amends for his crime, the rules that held good for 
 ordinary sinners were not applicable to an officer of the army. He 
 must be a man above suspicion, incapable of wrong or fraud, and once 
 stained he was forever ineligible as a gentleman. It was a subject on 
 which she waxed declamatory rather too often, and the youngsters of 
 her own regiment wearied of it. As Mr. Foster once expressed it in 
 speaking of this very case, " Mrs. Rayner can talk more charity and 
 show less than any woman I know." So long as her talk was aimed 
 against any lurking tendency of their own to look upon Hayne as a 
 possible martyr, it fell at times on unappreciative ears, and she was 
 quick to see it and to choose her hearers ; but here was a new phase, — 
 one that might rouse the latent esprit de corps of the Riflers, — and she 
 was bent on striking while the iron was hot. If anything would 
 provoke unanimity of action and sentiment in the regiment, this public 
 recognition by the cavalry, in their very presence, of the man they cut 
 as a criminal, was the thing of all others to do it ; and she meant to 
 head the revolt. 
 
 Possibly Gregg and his modest helpmeet discovered that there was 
 something she desired to " spring" upon the meeting. The others present 
 were all of the infantry ; and when Captain Rayner simply glanced in, 
 spoke hurried good -evenings, and went as hurriedly out again, Gregg 
 
52 THE DESERTER. 
 
 was sure of it, and marched his wife away. Then came Mrs. Rayner's 
 opportunity : 
 
 " If it were not Captain Rayner's house, I could not have been 
 even civil to Captain Gregg. You heard what he said at the club this 
 morning, I suppose?" 
 
 In one form or another, indeed, almost everybody had heard. The 
 officers present maintained an embarrassed silence. Miss Travers 
 looked reproachfully at her flushed sister, but to no purpose. At last 
 one of the ladies remarked, — 
 
 " Well, of course I heard of it, but — I've heard so many different 
 versions. It seems to have grown somewhat since morning." 
 
 " It sounds just like him, however," said Mrs. Rayner, " and I 
 made inquiry before speaking of it. He said he meant to invite Mr. 
 Hayne to his house to-morrow evening, and if the infantry didn't like 
 it they could stay away." 
 
 " Well, now, Mrs. Rayner," protested Mr. Foster, " of course 
 none of us heard what he said exactly, but it is my experience that 
 no conversation was ever repeated without being exaggerated, and I've 
 known old Gregg for ever so long, and never heard him say a sharp 
 thing yet. Why, he's the mildest-mannered fellow in the whole — th 
 Cavalry. He would never get into such a snarl as that would bring 
 about him in five minutes." 
 
 "Well, he said he would do just as the colonel did, anyway, — wg 
 have that straight from cavalry authority, — and we all know what the 
 colonel has done. He has chosen to honor Mr. Hayne in the presence 
 of the officers who denounce him, and practically defies the opinion of 
 the Riflers." 
 
 " But, Mrs. Rayner, I did not understand Gregg's remarks to be 
 what you say, exactly. Blake told me that when asked by somebody 
 whether he was going to call on Mr. Hayne, Gregg simply replied he 
 didn't know, — he would ask the colonel." 
 
 " Very well. That means, he proposes to be guided by the colonel, 
 or nothing at all ; and Captain Gregg is simply doing what the others 
 will do. They say to us, in so many words, ' We prefer the society of 
 your btte noire to your own.' That's the way I look at it," said Mrs. 
 Rayner, in deep excitement. 
 
 It was evident that, though none were prepared to endorse so ex- 
 treme a view, there was a strong feeling that the colonel had put an 
 affront upon the Riflers by his open welcome to Mr. Hayne. He had 
 
THE DESERTER. 53 
 
 been exacting before, and had caused a good deal of growling among the 
 officers and comment among the women. They were ready to find 
 fault, and here was strong provocation. Mr. Foster was a youth of 
 unfortunate and unpopular propensities. He should have held his 
 tongue, instead of striving to stem the tide. 
 
 " I don't uphold Hayne any more than you do, Mrs. Rayner, but 
 it seems to me this is a case where the colonel has to make some ac- 
 knowledgment of Mr. Hayne's conduct " 
 
 " Very good. Let him write him a letter, then, thanking him in 
 the name of the regiment, but don't pick him up like this in the face 
 of ours," interrupted one of the juniors, who was seated near Miss 
 Travers (a wise stroke of policy : Mrs. Rayner invited him to break- 
 fast) ; and there was a chorus of approbation. 
 
 " Well, hold on a moment," said Foster. " Hasn't the colonel had 
 every one of us to dinner more or less frequently ?" 
 
 " Admitted. But what's that to do with it ?" 
 
 " Hasn't he invariably invited each officer to dine with him in every 
 case where an officer has arrived ?" 
 
 " Granted. But what then ?" 
 
 " If he broke the rule or precedent in Mr. Hayne's case would 
 he not practically be saying that he endorsed the views of the court- 
 martial as opposed to those of the department commander, General 
 Sherman, the Secretary of War, the President of the United " 
 
 " Oh, make out your transfer papers, Foster. You ought to be in 
 the cavalry or some other disputatious branch of the service," burst in 
 Mr. Graham. 
 
 " I declare, Mr. Foster, I never thought you would abandon your 
 colors," said Mrs. Rayner. 
 
 " I haven't, madame, and you've no right to say so," said Foster, in- 
 dignantly. " I simply hold that any attempt to work up a regimental 
 row out of this thing will make bad infinitely worse, and I deprecate 
 the whole business." 
 
 " I suppose you mean to intimate that Captain Rayner's position 
 and that of the regiment is bad, — all wrong, — that Mr. Hayne has 
 been persecuted," said Mrs. Rayner, with trembling lips and cheeks 
 aflame. 
 
 " Mrs. Rayner, you are unjust," said poor Foster. " I ought not 
 to have undertaken to explain or defend the colonel's act, perhaps, but 
 I am not disloyal to my regiment or my colors. What I want is to 
 
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54 THE DESERTER. 
 
 prevent further trouble; and I know that anything like a concerted 
 resentment of the colonel's invitation, will lead to infinite harm." 
 
 " You may cringe and bow and bear it if you choose; you may 
 humble yourself to such a piece of insolence ; but rest assured there are 
 plenty of men and women in the Riflers who won't bear it, Mr. Foster ; 
 and for one I won't." She had risen to her full height now, and her 
 eyes were blazing. " For his own sake I trust the colonel will omit 
 our names from the next entertainment he gives. Nellie shan't " 
 
 " Oh, think, Mrs. Rayner !" interrupted one of the ladies ; " they 
 must give her a dinner or a reception." 
 
 "Indeed they shall not ! I refuse to enter the door of people who 
 have insulted my husband as they have." 
 
 " Hush ! Listen !" said Mr. Graham, springing towards the door. 
 
 There was wondering silence an instant. 
 
 " It is nothing but the trumpet sounding taps," said Mrs. Rayner, 
 hurriedly. 
 
 But even as she spoke they rose to their feet. Muffled cries were 
 heard, borne in on the night wind, — a shot, then another, down in the 
 valley, — the quick peal of the cavalry trumpet. 
 
 " It isn't taps. It's fire !" shouted Graham from the door-way. 
 '< Come on !" 
 
 V. 
 
 Down in the valley south of the post a broad glare was already 
 shooting upward and illumining the sky. One among a dozen little 
 shanties and log houses, the homes of the laundresses of the garrison 
 and collectively known as Sudsville, was a mass of flames. There was 
 a rush of officers across the parade, and the men, answering the alarum 
 of the trumpet and the shots and shouts of the sentries, came tearing 
 from their quarters and plunging down the hill. Among the first on 
 the spot came the young men who were of the party at Captain Ray- 
 ner's, and Mr. Graham was ahead of them all. It was plain to the 
 most inexperienced eye that" there was hardly anything left to save in 
 or about the burning shanty. All efforts must be directed towards pre- 
 venting the spread of the flames to those adjoining. Half-clad women 
 and children were rushing about, shrieking with fright and excitement, 
 and a few men were engaged in dragging household goods and furniture 
 from those tenements not yet reached by the flames. Fire-apparatus 
 there seemed to be none, though squads of men speedily appeared with 
 
THE DESERTER. 55 
 
 ladders, axes, and buckets, brought from the different company quarters, 
 and the arriving officers quickly formed the bucket-lines and water 
 dipped up from the icy creek began to fly from hand to hand. Before 
 anything like this was fairly under way, a scene of semi-tragic, semi- 
 comic intensity had been enacted in the presence of a rapidly gathering 
 audience. " It was worth more than the price of admission to hear 
 Blake tell it afterwards," said the officers, later. 
 
 A tall, angular woman, frantic with excitement and terror, was 
 dancing about in the broad glare of the burning hut, tearing her hair, 
 making wild rushes at the flames from time to time as though intent on 
 dragging out some prized object that was being consumed before her 
 eyes, and all the time keeping up a volley of maledictions and abuse in 
 lavish Hibernian, apparently directed at a cowering object who sat in 
 limp helplessness upon a little heap of fire-wood, swaying from side to 
 side and moaning stupidly through the scorched and grimy hands in 
 which his face was hidden. His clothing was still smoking in places ; 
 his hair and beard were singed to the roots ; he was evidently seriously 
 injured, and the sympathizing soldiers who had gathered around him 
 after deluging him with snow and water were striving to get him to 
 arise and go with them to the hospital. A little girl, not ten years 
 old, knelt sobbing and terrified by his side. She, too, was scorched and 
 singed, and the soldiers had thrown rough blankets about her ; but it 
 was for her father, not herself, she seemed worried to distraction. Some 
 of the women were striving to reassure and comfort her in their homely 
 fashion, bidding her cheer up, — the father was only stupid from drink, 
 and would be all right as soon as " the liquor was off of him." But 
 the little one was beyond consolation so long as he could not or would 
 not speak in answer to her entreaties. 
 
 All this time, never pausing for breath, shrieking anathemas on her 
 drunken spouse, reproaches on her frightened child, and invocations to 
 all the blessed saints in heaven to reward the gintleman who had saved 
 her hoarded money, — a smoking packet that she hugged to her breast, 
 — Mrs. Clancy, " the saynior laundress of Company B," as she had 
 long styled herself, was prancing up and down through the gathering 
 crowd, her shrill voice overmastering all other clamor. The vigorous 
 efforts of the men, directed by cool-headed officers, soon beat back the 
 flames that were threatening the neighboring shanties, and levelled to 
 the ground what remained of Private Clancy's home. The fire was 
 extinguished almost as rapidly as it began, but the torrent of Mrs. 
 
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 Clancy's eloquence was still unstemmed. The adjurations of sympa- 
 thetic sisters to " Howld yer whist," the authoritative admonition of 
 some old sergeant to " Stop your infernal noise/' and the half-maudlin 
 yet appealing glances of her suffering lord were all insufficient to check 
 her. It was not until the quiet tones of the colonel were heard that she 
 began to cool down : " We've had enough of this, Mrs. Clancy : be still, 
 now, or we'll have to send you to the hospital in the coal-cart." Mrs. 
 Clancy knew that the colonel was a man of few words, and believed him 
 to be one of less sentiment. She was afraid of him, and concluded it 
 time to cease threats and abuse and come down to the more effective role 
 of wronged and suffering womanhood, — a feat which she accomplished 
 with the consummate ease of long practice, for the rows in the Clancy 
 household were matters of garrison notoriety. The surgeon, too, had 
 come, and, after quick examination of Clancy's condition, had directed 
 him to be taken at once to the hospital ; and thither his little daughter 
 insisted on following him, despite the efforts of some of the women to 
 detain her and dress her properly. 
 
 Before returning to his quarters the colonel desired to know some- 
 thing of the origin of the fire. There was testimony enough and to 
 spare. Every woman in Sudsville had a theory to express, and was 
 eager to be heard at once and to the exclusion of all others. It was 
 not until he had summarily ordered them to go to their homes and not 
 come near him that the colonel managed to get a clear statement from 
 some of the men. 
 
 Clancy had been away all the evening, drinking as usual, and Mrs. 
 Clancy was searching about Sudsville as much for sympathy and 
 listeners as for him. Little Kate, who knew her father's haunts, had 
 guided him home, and was striving to get him to his little sleeping- 
 corner before her mother's return, when in his drunken helplessness he 
 fell against the table, overturning the kerosene lamp, and the curtains 
 were all aflame in an instant. It was just after taps — or ten o'clock — 
 when Kate's shrieks aroused the inmates of Sudsville and started the 
 cry of " Fire." The flimsy structure of pine boards burned like so 
 much tinder, and the child and her stupefied father had been dragged 
 forth only in time to save their lives. The little one, after giving the 
 alarm, had rushed again into the house and was tugging at his senseless 
 form when rescue came for both, — none too soon. As for Mrs. Clancy, 
 at the first note of danger she had rushed screaming to the spot, but 
 only in time to see the whole interior ablaze and to howl frantically 
 
THE DESERTER. 57 
 
 lor some man to save her money, — it was all in the green box under 
 the bed. For husband and child she had for the moment no thought. 
 They were safely out of the fire by the time she got there, and she 
 screamed and fought like a fury against the men who held her back 
 when she would have plunged into the midst of it. It took but a 
 minute for one or two men to burst through the flimsy wall with axes, 
 to rescue the burning box and knock off the lid. It was a sight to see 
 when the contents were handed to her. She knelt, wept, prayed, counted 
 over bill after bill of smoking, steaming greenbacks, until suddenly 
 recalled to her senses by the eager curiosity and the remarks of some 
 of her fellow-women. That she kept money and a good deal of it in 
 her quarters had long been suspected and as fiercely denied ; but no 
 one had dreamed of such a sum as was revealed. In her frenzy she 
 had shrieked that the savings of her lifetime were burning, — that 
 there was over three thousand dollars in the box ; but she hid her 
 treasure and gasped and stammered and swore she was talking " wild- 
 like." " They was nothing but twos and wans," she vowed ; yet there 
 were women there who declared that they had seen tens and twenties as 
 she hurried them through her trembling fingers, and Sudsville gossiped 
 and talked for two hours after she was led away, still moaning and 
 shivering, to the bedside of poor Clancy, who was the miserable cause 
 of it all. The colonel listened to the stories with such patience as could 
 be accorded to witnesses who desired to give prominence to their per- 
 sonal exploits in subduing the flames and rescuing life and property. 
 It was not until he and the group of officers with him had been en- 
 gaged some moments in taking testimony that something was elicited 
 which caused a new sensation. 
 
 It was not by the united efforts of Sudsville that Clancy and Kate 
 had been dragged from the flames, but by the individual dash and de- 
 termination of a single man : there was no discrepancy here, for the 
 ten or a dozen who were wildly rushing about the house made no effort 
 to burst into it until a young soldier leaped through their midst into 
 the blazing door-way, was seen to throw a blanket over some object 
 within, and the next minute appeared again, dragging a body through 
 the flames. Then they had sprung to his aid, and between them Kate 
 and " the ould man" were lifted into the open air. A moment later he 
 had handed Mrs. Clancy her packet of money, and — they hadn't seen 
 him since. He was an officer, said they, — a new one. They thought 
 it must be the new lieutenant of Companv B : and the colonel looked 
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58 THE DESERTER. 
 
 quickly around and said a few words to his adjutant, who started up 
 the hill forthwith. A group of officers and ladies were standing at the 
 brow of the plateau east of the guard-house, gazing down upon the 
 scene below, and other ladies, witli their escorts, had gathered on a little 
 knoll close by the road that led to Prairie Avenue. It was past these 
 that the adjutant walked rapidly away, swinging his hurricane-lamp in 
 his hand. 
 
 "Which way now, Billings?" called one of the cavalry officers in 
 the group. 
 
 " Over to Mr. Hayne's quarters," he shouted back, never stopping 
 at all. 
 
 A silence fell upon the group at mention of the name. They were 
 the ladies from Captain Rayner's and a few of their immediate friends. 
 All eyes followed the twinkling light as it danced away eastward towards 
 the gloomy coal-sheds. Then there was sudden and intense interest. 
 The lamp had come to a stand-still, was deposited on the ground, and 
 by its dim ray the adjutant could be seen bending over a dark object 
 that was half sitting, half reclining at the platform of the shed. Then 
 came a shout, " Come here, some of you." And most of the men ran 
 to the spot. 
 
 For a moment not one word was spoken in the watching group : 
 then Miss Travers's voice was heard : 
 
 " What can it be ? Why do they stop there ?" 
 
 She felt a sudden hand upon her wrist, and her sister's lips at her 
 ear: 
 
 " Come away, Nellie. I want to go home. Come !" 
 
 " But, Kate, I must see what it means." 
 
 " No : come ! It's — it's only some other drunken man, probably. 
 Come !" And she strove to lead her. 
 
 But the other ladies were curious too, and all, insensibly, were edging 
 over to the east as though eager to get in sight of the group. The re- 
 cumbent object had been raised, and was seen to be the dark figure of a 
 man whom the others began slowly to lead away. One of the group 
 came running back to them : it was Mr. Foster. 
 
 " Come, ladies : I will escort you home, as the others are busy." 
 
 " What is the matter, Mr. Foster ?" was asked by half a dozen 
 voices. 
 
 " It was Mr. Hayne, — badly burned, I fear. He was trying to get 
 home after having saved poor Clancy." 
 
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 u You don't say so ! Oh, isn't there something we can do ? Can't 
 we go that way and be of some help ?" was the eager petition of more 
 than one of the ladies. 
 
 " Not now. They will have the doctor in a minute. He has not 
 inhaled flame ; it is all external ; but he was partly blinded and could 
 not find his way. He called to Billings when he heard him coming. 
 I will get you all home and then go back to him. Come!" And, 
 offering his arm to Mrs. Rayner, who was foremost in the direction he 
 wanted to go, — the pathway across the parade, — Mr. Foster led them 
 on. Of course there was eager talk and voluble sympathy ; but Mrs. 
 Rayner spoke not a word. The others crowded around him with 
 questions, and her silence passed unnoted except by one. 
 
 The moment they were inside the door and alone, Miss Travers 
 turned to her sister : " Kate, what was this man's crime ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 An unusual state of affairs existed at the big hospital for several 
 days : Mrs. Clancy had refused to leave the bedside of her beloved 
 Mike, and was permitted to remain. For a woman who was notorious 
 as a, virago and bully, who had beaten little Kate from her babyhood 
 and abused and hammered her Michael until, between her and drink, 
 he was but the wreck of a stalwart manhood, Mrs. Clancy had de- 
 veloped a degree of devotion that was utterly unexpected. In all the 
 dozen years of their marital relations no such trait could be recalled ; 
 and yet there had been many an occasion within the past few years when 
 Clancy's condition demanded gentle nursing and close attention, — and 
 never would have got it but for faithful little Kate. The child idolized 
 the broken-down man, and loved him with a tenderness that his weak- 
 ness seemed but to augment a thousandfold, while it but served to in- 
 furiate her mother. In former years, when he was Sergeant Clancy 
 and a fine soldier, many was the time he had intervened to save her 
 from an undeserved thrashing ; many a time had he seized her in his 
 strong arms and confronted the furious woman with stern reproof. 
 Between him and the child there had been the tenderest love, for she 
 was all that was left to him of four. In the old days Mrs. Clancy had 
 been the belle of the soldiers' balls, a fine-looking woman, with indom- 
 itable powers as a dancer and conversationalist and an envied repu- 
 tation for outshining all her rivals in dress and adornment. "She 
 
60 THE DESERTER. 
 
 would ruin Clancy, that she would," was the unanimous opinion of the 
 soldiers' wives ; but he seemed to minister to her extravagance with 
 unfailing good nature for two or three years. He had been prudent, 
 careful of his money, was a war-soldier with big arrears of bounty and, 
 tradition had it, a consummate skill in poker. He was the moneyed 
 man among the sergeants when the dashing relict of a brother non- 
 commissioned officer set her widow's cap for him and won. It did 
 not take many years for her to wheedle most of his money away ; but 
 there was no cessation to the demand, no apparent limit to the supply. 
 Both were growing older, and now it became evident that Mrs. Clancy 
 was the elder of the two, and that the artificiality of her charms could 
 not stand the test of frontier life. No longer sought as the belle of the 
 soldiers' ball-rooms, she aspired to leadership among their wives and 
 families, and was accorded that pre-eminence rather than the fierce 
 battle which was sure to follow any revolt. She became avaricious, — 
 some said miserly, — and Clancy miserable. Then began the down- 
 ward course. He took to drink soon after his return from a long, hard 
 summer's campaign with the Indians. He lost his sergeant's stripes 
 and went into the ranks. There came a time when the new colonel 
 forbade his re-enlistment in the cavalry regiment in which he had 
 served so many a long year. He had been a brave and devoted soldier. 
 He had a good friend in the infantry, he said, who wouldn't go back 
 on a poor fellow who took a drop too much at times, and, to the sur- 
 prise of many soldiers, — officers and men, — he was brought to the re- 
 cruiting officer one day, sober, soldierly, and trimly dressed, and Cap- 
 tain Rayner expressed his desire to have him enlisted for his company ; 
 and it was done. Mrs. Clancy was accorded the quarters and rations 
 of a laundress, as w T as then the custom, and for a time — a very short 
 time — Clancy seemed on the road to promotion to his old grade. The 
 enemy tripped him, aided by the scoldings and abuse of his wife, and 
 he never rallied. Some work was found for him around the quarter- 
 master's shops which saved him from guard-duty or the guard-house. 
 The infantry — officers and men — seemed to feel for the poor, broken- 
 down old fellow and to lay much of his woe to the door of his wife. 
 There was charity for his faults and sympathy for his sorrows, but at 
 last it had come to this. He was lying, sorely injured, in the hospital, 
 and there were times when he was apparently delirious. At such 
 times, said Mrs. Clancy, she alone could manage him ; and she urged 
 that no other nurse could do more than excite or irritate him. To the 
 
THE DESERTER. 61 
 
 unspeakable grief of little Kate, she, too, was driven from the sufferer's 
 bedside and forbidden to come into the room except when her mother 
 gave permission. Clancy had originally been carried into the general 
 ward with the other patients, but the hospital steward two days after- 
 wards told the surgeon that the patient moaned and cried so at night 
 that the other sick men could not sleep, and offered to give up a little 
 room in his own part of the building. The burly doctor looked sur- 
 prised at this concession on the part of the steward, who was a man 
 tenacious of every perquisite and one who had made much complaint 
 about the crowded condition of the hospital wards and small rooms 
 ever since the frozen soldiers had come in. All the same the doctor 
 asked for no explanation, but gladly availed himself of the steward's 
 offer. Clancy was moved to this little room adjoining the steward's 
 quarters forthwith, and Mrs. Clancy was satisfied. 
 
 Another thing had happened to excite remark and a good deal of it. 
 Nothing short of eternal damnation was Mrs. Clancy's frantic sentence 
 on the head of her unlucky spouse the night of the fire, when she was 
 the central figure of the picture and when hundreds of witnesses to her 
 words were grouped around. Correspondingly had she called down the 
 blessings of the Holy Virgin and all the saints upon the man who res- 
 cued and returned to her that precious packet of money. Everybody 
 heard her, and it was out of the question for her to retract. Neverthe- 
 less, from within an hour after Clancy's admission to the hospital not 
 another word of the kind escaped her lips. She was all patience and 
 pity with the injured man, and she shunned all allusion to his pre- 
 server and her benefactor. The surgeon had been called away, after 
 doing all in his power to make Clancy comfortable, — he was needed 
 elsewhere, — and only two or three soldiers and a hospital nurse still 
 remained by his bedside, where Mrs. Clancy and little Kate were dry- 
 ing their tears and receiving consolation from the steward's wife. The 
 doctor had mentioned a name as he went away, and it was seen that 
 Clancy was striving to ask a question. Sergeant Nolan bent down : 
 
 " Lie quiet, Clancy, me boy: you must be quiet, or you'll move the 
 bandages." 
 
 " Who did he say was burned? who was he going to see?" gasped 
 the sufferer. 
 
 " The new lieutenant, Clancy, — him that pulled ye out. He's a 
 good one, and it's Mrs. Clancy that'll tell ye the same." 
 
 " Tell him what ?" said she, turning about in sudden interest. 
 
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32 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " About the lieutenant's pulling him out of the fire and saving your 
 money." 
 
 " Indeed yes ! The blessings of all the saints be upon his beautiful 
 head, and " 
 
 " But who was it? What was his name, I say?" vehemently inter- 
 rupted Clancy, half raising himself upon his elbow, and groaning with 
 the effort. " What was his name ? I didn't see him." 
 
 " Lieutenant Hayne, man." 
 
 " Oh, my God !" gasped Clancy, and fell back as though struck a 
 sudden blow. 
 
 She sprang to his side : " It's faint he is. Don't answer his ques- 
 tions, sergeant! He's beside himself ! Oh, will ye never stop talking 
 to him and lave him in pace ? Go away, all of ye's, — go away, I say, 
 
 or ye'll dhrive him crazy wid yer Be quiet, Mike ! don't ye spake 
 
 agin." And she laid a broad red hand upon his face. He only groaned 
 again, and threw his one unbandaged arm across his darkened eyes, as 
 though to hide from sight of all. 
 
 From that time on she made no mention of the name that so 
 strangely excited her stricken husband ; but the watchers in the hos- 
 pital the next night declared that in his ravings Clancy kept calling for 
 Lieutenant Hayne. 
 
 Stannard's battalion of the cavalry came marching into the post two 
 days after the fire, and created a diversion in the garrison talk, which 
 for one long day had been all of that dramatic incident and its attend- 
 ant circumstances. In social circles, among the officers and ladies, the 
 main topic was the conduct of Mr. Hayne and the injuries he had sus- 
 tained as a consequence of his gallant rescue. Among the enlisted men 
 and the denizens of Sudsville the talk was principally of the revelation 
 of Mrs. Clancy's hoard of greenbacks. But in both circles a singular 
 story was just beginning to creep around, and it was to the effect that 
 Clancy had cried aloud and fainted dead away and that Mrs. Clancy 
 had gone into hysterics when they were told that Lieutenant Hayne 
 was the man to whom the one owed his life and the other her money. 
 Some one met Captain Kayner on the sidewalk the morning Stannard 
 came marching home, and asked him if he had heard the queer story 
 about Clancy. He had not, and it was told him then and there. Ray- 
 ner did not even attempt to laugh at it or turn it off in any way. He 
 looked dazed, stunned, for a moment, turned very white and old-looking, 
 and, hardly saying good-day to his informant, faced about and went 
 
THE DESERTER. 63 
 
 straight to his quarters. He was not among the crowd that gathered to 
 welcome the incoming cavalrymen that bright, crisp, winter day ; and 
 that evening Mrs. Rayner went to the hospital to ask what she could do 
 for Clancy and his wife. Captain Rayner always expected her to see 
 that every care and attention was paid to the sick and needy of his 
 company, she explained to the doctor, who could not recall having 
 seen her on a similar errand before, although sick and needy of Com- 
 pany B were not unknown in garrisons where he had served with them. 
 She spent a good while with Mrs. Clancy, whom she had never noticed 
 hitherto, much to the laundress's indignation, and concerning whose 
 conduct she had been known to express herself in terms of extreme dis- 
 approbation. But in times of suffering such things are forgotten : Mrs. 
 Rayner was full of sympathy and interest ; there was nothing she was 
 not eager to send them, and no thanks were necessary. She could never 
 do too much for the men of her husband's company. 
 
 Yet there was a member of her husband's company on whom in 
 his suffering neither she nor the captain saw fit to call. Mr. Hayne's 
 eyes were seriously injured by the flames and heat, and he was now 
 living in darkness. It might be a month, said the doctor, before he 
 could use his eyes again. 
 
 " Only think of that poor fellow, all alone out there on that ghastly 
 prairie and unable to read !" was the exclamation of one of the cavalry 
 ladies in Mrs. Rayner's presence ; and, as there was an awkward silence 
 and somebody had to break it, Mrs. Rayner responded, — 
 
 " If I lived on Prairie Avenue I should consider blindness a 
 blessing." 
 
 It was an unfortunate remark. There was strong sympathy develop- 
 ing for Hayne all through the garrison. Mrs. Rayner never meant that 
 it should have any such significance, but inside of twenty-four hours, 
 in course of which her language had been repeated some dozens of times 
 and distorted quite as many, the generally accepted version of the story 
 was that Mrs. Rayner, so far from expressing the faintest sympathy or 
 sorrow for Mr. Hayne's misfortune, so far from expressing the natural 
 gratification which a lady should feel that it was an officer of her regi- 
 ment who had reached the scene of danger ahead of the cavalry officer 
 of the guard, had said in so many words that Mr. Hayne ought to be 
 thankful that blindness was the worst thing that had come to him. 
 
 There was little chance for harmony after that. Many men and 
 some women, of course, refused to believe it, and said they felt confident 
 
64 THE DESERTER. 
 
 that she had been misrepresented. Still, all knew by this time that Mrs. 
 Rayner was bitter against Hayne, and had heard of her denunciation of 
 the colonel's action. So, too, had the colonel heard that she openly de- 
 clared that she would refuse any invitation extended to her or to her 
 sister which might involve her accepting hospitality at his house. These 
 things do get around in most astonishing ways. 
 
 Then another complication arose : Hayne, too, was mixing matters. 
 The major commanding the battalion, a man in no wise connected with 
 his misfortunes, had gone to him and urged, with the doctor's full con- 
 sent, that he should be moved over into and become an inmate of his 
 household in garrison. He had a big, roomy house. His wife earnestly 
 added her entreaties to the major's, but all to no purpose : Mr. Hayne 
 firmly declined. He thanked the major; he rose and bent over the 
 lady's hand and thanked her with a voice that was full of gentleness 
 and gratitude ; but he said that he had learned to live in solitude. 
 Sam was accustomed to all his ways, and he had every comfort he needed. 
 His Avants were few and simple. She would not be content, and urged 
 him further. He loved reading : surely lie would miss his books and 
 would need some one to read aloud to him, and there were so many 
 ladies in the garrison who would be glad to meet at her house and 
 read to him by turns. He loved music, she heard, and there was her 
 piano, and she knew several who would be delighted to come and play 
 for him by the hour. He shook his head, and the bandages hid the 
 tears that came to his smarting eyes. He had made arrangements to 
 be read aloud to, he said ; and as for music, that must wait awhile. 
 The kind woman retired dismayed, — she could not understand such 
 obduracy, — and her husband felt rebuffed. Stannard of the cavalry, 
 too, came in with his gentle wife. She was loved throughout the regi- 
 ment for her kindliness and grace of mind, as well as &r her devo- 
 tion to the sick and suffering in the old days of the Indian wars, and 
 Stannard had made a similar proffer and been similarly refused, and 
 he had gone away indignant. He thought Mr. Hayne too bumptious 
 to live ; but he bore no malice, and his wrath was soon over. Many 
 of the cavalry officers called in person and tendered their services, and 
 were very civilly received, but all offers were positively declined. Just 
 what the infantry officers should do was a momentous question. That 
 they could no longer hold aloof was a matter that was quickly settled, 
 and three of their number went through the chill gloaming of the 
 wintry eve and sent in their cards by Sam, who ushered them into the 
 
THE DESERTER. 65 
 
 cheerless front room, while one of their number followed to the door- 
 way which led to the room in rear, in which, still confined to his bed by 
 the doctor's advice, the injured officer was lying. It was Mr. Ross who 
 went to the door and cleared his throat and stood in the presence of the 
 man to whom, more than five years before, he had refused his hand. 
 The others listened anxiously : 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, this is Ross. I come with Foster and Graham to say 
 how deeply we regret your injuries, and to tender our sympathy and our 
 services." 
 
 There was a dead silence for a moment. Foster and Graham stood 
 with hearts that beat unaccountably hard, looking at each other in 
 perplexity. Would he never reply ? 
 
 The answer came at last, — a question : 
 
 "To what injuries do you allude, Mr. Ross?" 
 
 Even in the twilight they could see the sudden flush of the Scotch- 
 man's cheek. He was a blunt fellow, but, as the senior, had been 
 chosen spokesman for the three. The abrupt question staggered him. 
 It was a second or two before he could collect himself. 
 
 " I mean the injuries at the fire," he replied. 
 
 This time, no answer whatever. It was growing too painful. 
 Ross looked in bewilderment at the bandaged face, and again broke the 
 silence : 
 
 " We hope you won't deny us the right to be of service, Mr. Hayne. 
 If there is anything we can do that you need, or would like " hesi- 
 tatingly. 
 
 " You have nothing further to say ?" asked the calm voice from 
 the pillow. 
 
 " I — don't know what else we can say," faltered Ross, after an in- 
 stant's pause.* 
 
 The answer came, firm and prompt, but icily cool : 
 
 " Then there is nothing that you can do." 
 
 And the three took their departure, sore at heart. 
 
 There were others of the infantry who had purposed going to see 
 Hayne that evening, but the story of Ross's experience put an end to it 
 all. It was plain that even now Mr. Hayne made the condition of the 
 faintest advance from his regimental comrades a full confession of error. 
 He would have no less. 
 
 That evening the colonel sat by his bedside and had an earnest talk. 
 He ventured to expostulate with the invalid on his refusal to go to the 
 
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66 THE DESERTER. 
 
 major's or to Stannard's. He could have so many comforts and deli- 
 cacies there that would be impossible here. He did not refer to edibles 
 and drinkables alone, he said, with a smile ; but Hayne's patient face 
 gave no sign of relenting. He heard the colonel through, and then 
 said, slowly and firmly, — 
 
 " I have not acted hastily, sir : I appreciate their kindness, and am 
 not ungrateful. Five years ago my whole life was changed. From 
 that time to this I have done without a host of things that used to be 
 indispensable, and have abjured them one and all for a single luxury 
 that I cannot live without, — the luxury of utter independence, — the 
 joy of knowing that I owe no man anything, — the blessing of being 
 beholden to no one on earth for a single service I cannot pay for. It 
 is the one luxury left me." 
 
 VII. 
 
 It was a clear winter's evening, sharply cold, about a week after the 
 fire, when, as Mrs. Rayner came down the stairway equipped for a 
 walk, and was passing the parlor door without stopping, Miss Travers 
 caught sight of and called to her, — 
 
 " Are you going walking, Kate? Do wait a moment, and I'll go 
 with you." 
 
 Any one in the hall could have shared the author's privilege and 
 seen the expression of annoyance and confusion that appeared on Mrs. 
 Rayner's face : 
 
 " I thought you were out. Did not Mr. Graham take you walking ?" 
 
 "He did; but we wandered into Mrs. Waldron's, and she and 
 the major begged us to stay, and we had some music, and then the first 
 call sounded for retreat, and Mr. Graham had to go, so l^e brought me 
 home. I've had no walk, and need exercise." 
 
 " But I don't like you to be out after sunset. That cough of 
 yours " 
 
 " Disappeared the day after I got here, Kate, and there hasn't been 
 a vestige of it since. This high, dry climate put an end to it. No, 
 I'll be ready in one minute more. Do wait." 
 
 Mrs. Rayner's hand was turning the knob while her sister was 
 hurrying to the front door and drawing on her heavy jacket as she did 
 so. The former faced her impatiently : 
 
 "I don't think you are at all courteous to your visitors. You 
 
THE DESERTER. 67 
 
 know just as well as I do that Mr. Foster or Mr. Royce or some other 
 of those young officers are sure to be in just at this hour. You really 
 are very thoughtless, Nellie." 
 
 Miss Travers stopped short in her preparations. 
 
 "Kate Rayner," she began, impressively, "it was only night before 
 last that you rebuked me for sitting here with Mr. Blake at this very 
 hour, and asked me how I supposed Mr. Van Antwerp would like it. 
 Now you " 
 
 " Fudge ! I cannot stay and listen to such talk. If you must go, 
 wait a few minutes until I get back. I — I want to make a short call. 
 Then I'll take you." 
 
 " So do I want to make a short call, — over at the doctor's ; and 
 you are going right to the hospital, are you not ?" 
 
 " How do you know I am ?" asked Mrs. Rayner, reddening. 
 
 " You do go there every evening, it seems to me." 
 
 " I don't. Who told you I did ?" 
 
 "Several people mentioned your kindness and attention to the 
 Clancys, Kate. I have heard it from many sources." 
 
 " I wish people would mind their own affairs," wailed Mrs. Ray- 
 ner, peevishly. 
 
 " So do I, Kate ; but they never have, and never will, especially 
 with an engaged girl. I have more to complain of than you, but it 
 doesn't make me forlorn, whereas you look fearfully worried about 
 nothing." 
 
 " Who says I'm worried ?" asked Mrs. Rayner, with sudden vehe- 
 mence. 
 
 " You look worried, Kate, and haven't been at all like yourself for 
 several days. Now, why shouldn't I go to the hospital with you? 
 Why do you try to hide your going from me ? Don't you know that 
 I must have heard the strange stories that are flitting about the garrison ? 
 Haven't I asked you to set me right if I have been told a wrong one ? 
 Kate, you are fretting yourself to death about something, and the cap- 
 tain looks worried and ill. I cannot but think it has some connection 
 with the case of Mr. Hayne. W T hy should the Clancys " 
 
 " You have no right to think any such thing," answered her sister, 
 angrily. " We have suffered too much at his hands or on his account 
 already, and I never want to hear such words from your lips. It 
 would outrage Captain Rayner to hear that my sister, to whom he has 
 
68 THE DESERTER. 
 
 given a home and a welcome, was linking herself with those who side 
 with that— that thief." 
 
 " Kate ! Oh, how can you use such words ? How dare you speak 
 so of an officer? You would not tell me what he was accused of; but 
 I tell you that if it be theft I don't believe it, — and no one else " 
 
 There was a sudden footfall on the porch without, and a quick, 
 sharp, imperative knock at the door. Mrs. Rayner fled back along the 
 hall towards the dining-room. Miss Travers, hesitating but a second, 
 opened the door. 
 
 It was the soldier telegraph-operator, with a despatch-envelope in his 
 hand : 
 
 " It is for Mrs. Rayner, miss, and an answer is expected. Shall I 
 wait?" 
 
 Mrs. Rayner came hastily forward from her place of refuge within 
 the dining-room, took the envelope without a word, and passed into 
 the parlor, where, standing beneath the lamp, she tore it open, glanced 
 anxiously at its contents, then threw it with an exclamation of peevish 
 indignation upon the table : 
 
 " You'll have to answer for yourself, Nellie. I cannot straighten 
 your aifairs and mine too." And with that she was going ; but Miss 
 Travers called her back. 
 
 The message simply read, " No letter in four days. Is anything 
 wrong ? Answer paid," and was addressed to Mrs. Rayner and signed 
 S.V.A._ 
 
 u I think you have been extremely neglectful," said Mrs. Rayner, 
 who had turned and now stood watching the rising color and impa- 
 tiently tapping foot of her younger sister. Miss Travers bit her lips 
 and compressed them hard. There was an evident struggle in her 
 mind between a desire to make an impulsive and sweeping reply and 
 an effort to control herself. 
 
 " Will you answer a quiet question or two ?" she finally asked. 
 
 " You know perfectly well I will," was the sisterly rejoinder. 
 
 " How long does it take a letter to go from here to New York?" 
 
 " Five or six days, I suppose." 
 
 Miss Travers stepped to the door, briefly told the soldier there was 
 no answer, thanked him for waiting, and returned. 
 
 " You are not going to reply ?" asked Mrs. Rayner, in amaze. 
 
 " / am not ; and I inferred you did not intend to. Now another 
 question. How many days have we been here ?" 
 
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 " Eight or nine, — nine, it is." 
 
 " You saw me post a letter to Mr. Van Antwerp as we left the 
 Missouri, did you not ?" 
 
 " Yes. At least I suppose so." 
 
 " I wrote again as soon as w r e got settled here, three days after that, 
 did I. not?" 
 
 " You said you did," replied Mrs. Rayner, ungraciously. 
 
 " And you, Kate, when you are yourself have been prompt to declare 
 that I say what I mean. Very probably it may have been four days 
 from the time that letter from the transfer reached Wall Street to the 
 time the next one could get to him from here, even had I written the 
 night we arrived. Possibly you forget that you forbade my doing so, 
 and sent me to bed early. Mr. Van Antwerp has simply failed to re- 
 member that I had gone several hundred miles farther west ; and even 
 had I written on the train twice a day, the letters would not have 
 reached him uninterruptedly. By this time he is beginning to get 
 them fast enough. And as for you, Kate, you are quite as unjust as 
 he. It augurs badly for my future peace ; and — I am learning two 
 lessons here, Kate." 
 
 " What two, pray ?" 
 
 " That he can be foolishly unreliable in estimating a woman." 
 
 "And the other?" 
 
 " That you may be persistently unreliable in your judgment of a 
 man." 
 
 Verily, for a young woman with a sweet, girlish face, whom we 
 saw but a week agone twitching a kitten's ears and saying little or 
 nothing, Miss Travers was displaying unexpected fighting qualities. 
 For a moment, Mrs. Rayner glared at her in tremulous indignation 
 and dismay. 
 
 " You — you ought to be ashamed of yourself !" was her eventual 
 outbreak. 
 
 But to this there was no reply. Miss Travers moved quietly 
 to the door- way, turned and looked her angry sister in the eye, and 
 said, — 
 
 " I shall give up the walk, and will go to my room. Excuse me to 
 any visitors this evening." 
 
 " You are not going to write to him now, when you are angry, I 
 hope?" 
 
 "T shall not write to him until to-morrow, but when I do I shall 
 
70 THE DESERTER. 
 
 tell him this, Kate : that if he desire my confidence he will address his 
 complaints and inquiries to me. If I am old enough to be engaged to 
 him, in your opinion, I am equally old enough to attend to such details 
 as these, in my own." 
 
 Mrs. Rayner stood one moment as though astounded ; then she flew 
 to the door and relieved her surcharged bosom as follows, " Well, I 
 pity the man you marry, whether you are lucky enough to keep this 
 one or not \" and flounced indignantly out of the house. 
 
 When Captain Rayner came in, half an hour afterwards, the 
 parlor was deserted. He was looking worn and dispirited. Find- 
 ing no one on the ground-floor, he went to the foot of the stairs, and 
 called, — 
 
 " Kate." 
 
 A door opened above : " Kate has gone out, captain." 
 
 " Do you know where, Nellie ?" 
 
 " Over to the hospital, I think ; though I cannot say." 
 
 She heard him sigh deeply, move irresolutely about the hall for a 
 moment, then turn and go out. 
 
 At his gate he found two figures dimly visible in the gathering 
 darkness : they had stopped on hearing his footstep. One was an 
 officer in uniform, wrapped in heavy overcoat, with a fur cap, and a 
 bandage over his eyes. The other was a Chinese servant, and it was 
 the latter who asked, — 
 
 "ThisMajeWaldlon's?" 
 
 "No," said he, hastily. "Major Waldron's is the third dooi 
 beyond." 
 
 At the sound of his voice the officer quickly started, but spoke in 
 low, measured tone : " Straight ahead, Sam." And the Chinaman led 
 him on. 
 
 Rayner stood a moment watching them, bitter thoughts coursing 
 through his mind. Mr. Hayne was evidently sufficiently recovered to 
 be up and out for air, and now he was being invited again. This time 
 it was his old comrade Waldron who honored him. Probably it was 
 another dinner. Little by little, at this rate, the time would soon come 
 when Mr. Hayne would be asked everywhere and he and his corre- 
 spondingly dropped. He turned miserably away, and went back to 
 the billiard-rooms at the store. When Mrs. Rayner rang her bell for 
 tea that evening he had not reappeared, and she sent a messenger for 
 him. 
 
THE DESERTER. 71 
 
 It was a brilliant moonlit evening. A strong prairie gale had 
 begun to blow from the northwest, and was banging shutters and 
 whirling pebbles at a furious rate. At the sound of the trumpets wail- 
 ing tattoo a brace of young officers calling on the ladies took their 
 leave. The captain had retired to his den, or study, where he shut him- 
 self up a good deal of late, and thither Mrs. Rayner followed him and 
 closed the door after her. Throwing a cloak over her shoulders, Miss 
 Travers stepped out on the piazza and gazed in delight upon the moon- 
 lit panorama, — the snow-covered summits to the south and west, the 
 rolling expanse of upland prairie between, the rough outlines of the 
 foot-hills softened in the silvery light, the dark shadows of the barracks 
 across the parade, the twinkling lights of the sergeants as they took 
 their stations, the soldierly forms of the officers hastening to their com- 
 panies far across the frozen level. Suddenly she became aware of two 
 forms coming down the walk. They issued from Major "Waldron's 
 quarters, and the door closed behind them. One was a young officer ; 
 the other, she speedily made out, a Chinese servant, who was guiding 
 his master. She knew the pair in an instant, and her first impulse was 
 to retire. Then she reflected that he could not see, and she wanted to 
 look : so she stayed. They had almost reached her gate, when a wild 
 blast whirled the officer's cape about his ears and sent some sheets of 
 music flying across the road. Leaving his master at the fence, the 
 Chinaman sped in pursuit ; and the next thing she noted was that Mr. 
 Hayne's fur cap was blown from his head and that he was groping for 
 it helplessly. 
 
 There was no one to call, no one to assist. She hesitated one 
 minute, looked anxiously around, then sprang to the gate, picked up 
 the cap, pulled it well down over the bandaged eyes, seized the young 
 officer firmly by the arm, drew him within the gate, and led him to the 
 shelter of the piazza. Once out of the fury of the gale, she could hear 
 his question, " Did you get it all, Sam ?" 
 
 " Not yet," she answered. Oh, how she longed for a deep contralto ! 
 " He is coming. He will be here in a moment." 
 
 "I am so sorry to have been a trouble to you," he began again, 
 vaguely. 
 
 " You are no trouble to me. I'm glad I was where I happened to 
 see you and could help." 
 
 He spoke no more for a minute. She stood gazing at all that waa 
 visible of the pale face below the darkened eyes. It was so clear-cut, 
 
72 THE DESERTER. 
 
 so refined in feature, and the lips under the sweeping blonde moustache, 
 though set and compressed, were delicate and pink. He turned his 
 head eagerly towards the parade ; but Sam was still far away. The 
 music had scattered, and was leading him a lively dance. 
 
 " Isn't my servant coming ?" he asked, constrainedly. " I fear I'm 
 keeping you. Please do not wait. He will find me here. You were 
 going somewhere." 
 
 " No, — unless it was here." She was trembling now. " Please be 
 patient, Mr. — Mr. Hayne. Sam may be a minute or two yet, and here 
 you are out of the wind." 
 
 Again she looked in his face. He was listening eagerly to her 
 words, as though striving to " place" her voice. Could she be mis- 
 taken ? "Was he, too, not trembling ? oJeyond all doubt his lips were 
 quivering now. 
 
 " May I not know who it is that led me here ?" he asked, gently. 
 
 She hesitated, hardly knowing how to tell him. 
 
 "Try and guess," she laughed, nervously. "But you couldn't. 
 You do not know my name. It is my good fortune, Mr. Hayne. You 
 — you saved my kitten ; I — your cap." 
 
 There was no mistaking his start. Beyond doubt he had winced 
 as though stung, and was now striving to grope his way to the railing. 
 She divined his purpose in an instant, and her slender hand was laid 
 pleadingly yet firmly on his arm. 
 
 "Mr. Hayne, don't go. Don't think of going. Stay here until 
 Sam comes. He's coming now," she faltered. 
 
 " Is this Captain Bayner's house ?" he asked, hoarse and low. 
 
 " No matter whose it is ! I welcome you here. You shall not go," 
 she cried, impulsively, and both little hands were tugging at his arm. 
 He had found the railing, and was pulling himself towards the gate, 
 but her words, her clinging hands, were too persuasive. 
 
 " I cannot realize this," he said. " I do not understand " 
 
 " Do not try to understand it, Mr. Hayne. If I am only a girl, I 
 have a right to think for myself. My father was a soldier, — I am 
 Nellie Travers, — and if he were alive- 1 know well he would have had 
 me do just what I have done this night. Now won't you stay ?" 
 
 And light was beaming in through his darkened eyes and glad- 
 dening his soul with a rapture he had not known for years. One in- 
 stant he seized and clasped her hand. " May God bless you !" was all 
 he whispered, but so softly that even she did not hear him. He bowed 
 low over the slender white hand, and stayed. 
 
THE DESERTER. 73 
 
 VIII. 
 
 March had come, — the month of gale and bluster, sleet and storm, 
 in almost every section of our broad domain, — and March at Warrener 
 was to the full as blustering and conscienceless as in New England. 
 There were a few days of sunshine during the first week ; then came 
 a fortnight of raging snow-storms. The cavalry troops, officers and 
 men, went about their stable-duties as usual, but, except for roll-call on 
 the porch of the barracks and for guard-mounting over at the guard- 
 house, all military exercise seemed suspended. This meant livelier 
 times for the ladies, however, as the officers were enabled to devote just 
 so many more hours a day to their entertainment. There were two or 
 three hops a week over in the big assembly-room, and there was some 
 talk of getting up a german in honor of Miss Travers, but the strained 
 relations existing between Mrs. Rayner and the ladies of other families 
 at the post made the matter difficult of accomplishment. There were 
 bright little luncheon-, dinner-, and tea-parties, where the young officers 
 and the younger ladies met every day ; and, besides all this, despite the 
 fact that Mrs. Rayner had at first shown a fixed determination to dis- 
 cuss the rights and wrongs of " the Hayne affair," as it was nowoe 
 ginning to be termed, with all comers who belonged to the Riflers, it had 
 grown to be a very general thing for the youngsters to drop in at her 
 house at all hours of the day ; but that was because there were attrac- 
 tions there which outweighed her combativeness. Then Rayner him- 
 self overheard some comments on the mistake she was making, and for- 
 bade her discussing the subject with the officers even of her own regiment. 
 She was indignant, and demanded a reason. He would name no names, 
 but told her that he had heard enough to convince him she was doing 
 him more harm than good, and, if anything, contributing to the turn 
 of the tide in Hayne's favor. Then she felt outraged and utterly mis- 
 judged. It was a critical time for her, and if deprived of the use 
 of her main weapon of offence and defence the battle was sure to go 
 amiss. Sorely against her inclination, she obeyed her lord, for, as has 
 been said, she was a loyal wife, and for the time being the baby became 
 the recipient of her undivided attention. 
 
 True to her declaration, she behaved so coldly and with such marked 
 distance of manner to the colonel and his wife when they met in society 
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74 THE DESERTER. 
 
 immediately after the dinner that the colonel quietly told his wife she 
 need not give either dinner or reception in honor of Mrs. Rayner\s re- 
 turn. He would like to have her do something to welcome Miss 
 Travers, for he thought the girl had much of her father in her. He 
 knew him well in the old days before and during the war, and liked 
 him. He liked her looks and her sweet, unaffected, cheery manner, 
 He liked the contrast between her and her sister; for Miss Travers had 
 listened in silence to her sister's exposition of what her manner should 
 be to the colonel and his wife, and when they met she was bright and 
 winsome. The colonel stood and talked with her about her father, 
 whom she could remember only vaguely, but of whom she never tired 
 of hearing ; and that night Mrs. Rayner rebuked her severely for her 
 disloyalty to the captain, who had given her a home. 
 
 But when Mrs. Rayner heard that Major and Mrs. Waldron had 
 invited Mr. Hayne to dine with them, and had invited to meet him two 
 of the cavalry officers and their wives, she was incensed beyond meas- 
 ure. She and Mrs. Waldron had a brief talk, as a result of which 
 Mrs. Rayner refused to speak to Mrs. Waldron at the evening party 
 given by Mrs. Stannard in honor of her and her sister. It was this 
 that brought on the crisis. Whatever was said between the men was 
 not told. Major Waldron and Captain Rayner had a long consulta- 
 tion, and they took no one into their confidence; but Mrs. Rayner 
 obeyed her husband, went to Mrs. Waldron and apologized for her 
 rudeness, and then went with her sister and returned the call of the 
 colonel's wife ; but she chose a bright afternoon, when she knew well 
 the lady was not at home. 
 
 She retired from the contest, apparently, as has been said, and took 
 much Christian consolation to herself from the fact that at so great a 
 sacrifice she was obeying her husband and doing the duty she owed to 
 him. In very truth, however, the contest was withdrawn from her by 
 the fact that for a week or more after his evening at the Waldrons' Mr. 
 Hayne did not reappear in garrison, and she had no cause to talk about 
 him. Officers visiting the house avoided mention of his name. Ladies 
 of the cavalry regiment calling upon Mrs. Rayner and Miss Travers 
 occasionally spoke of him and his devotion to the men and his bravery 
 at the fire, but rather as though they meant in a general way to com- 
 pliment the Riflers, not Mr. Hayne ; and so she heard little of the man 
 whose existence was so sore a trial to her. What she would have said, 
 what she would have thought, had she known of the meeting between 
 
THE DESERTER 75 
 
 him and her guarded Nellie, is beyond us to describe; but she never 
 dreamed of such a thing, and Miss Travers never dreamed of telling 
 her, — for the present, at least. Fortunately — or unfortunately — for the 
 latter, it was not so much of her relations with Mr. Hayne as of her 
 relations with half a dozen young bachelors that Mrs. Rayner speedily 
 felt herself compelled to complain. It was a blessed relief to the elder 
 sister. Her surcharged spirit was in sore need of an escape-valve. She 
 was ready to boil over in the mental ebullition consequent upon Mr. 
 Hayne's reception at the post, and with all the pent-up irritability which 
 that episode had generated she could not have contained herself and 
 slept. But here Miss Travers came to her relief. Her beauty, her 
 winsome ways, her unqualified delight in everything that was soldierly, 
 speedily rendered her vastly attractive to all the young officers in garri- 
 son. Graham and Foster of the infantry, Merton, Webster, and Royce 
 of the cavalry, haunted the house at all manner of hours, and the 
 captain bade them welcome and urged them to come oftener and stay 
 later, and told Mrs. Rayner he wanted some kind of a supper or colla- 
 tion every night. He set before his guests a good deal of wine, and 
 drank a good deal more himself than he had ever been known to do 
 before, and they were keeping very late hours at Rayner's, for, said the 
 captain, " I don't care if Nellie is engaged i she shall have a good time 
 while she's here ; and if the boys know all about it, — goodness knows 
 you've told them often enough, Kate, — and they don't mind it, why, 
 it's nobody's business, — here, at least." 
 
 What Mr. Van Antwerp might think or care was another matter. 
 Rayner never saw him, and did not know him. He rather resented it 
 that Van Antwerp had never written to him and asked his consent. As 
 Mrs. Rayner's husband and Nellie's brother-in-law, it seemed to him he 
 stood in loco parentis ; but Mrs. Rayner managed the whole thing her- 
 self, and he was not even consulted. If anything, he rather enjoyed the 
 contemplation of Van Antwerp's fidgety frame of mind as described to 
 him by Mrs. Rayner about the time it became apparent to her that Nellie 
 was enjoying the attentions of which she was so general an object, and 
 that the captain was sitting up later and drinking more wine than was 
 good for him. She was aware that the very number of Nell's admirers 
 would probably prevent her becoming entangled with any one of them, 
 but she needed something to scold about, and eagerly pitched upon this. 
 She knew well that she could not comfort her husband in the anxiety 
 that was gnawing at his heart-strings, but she was jealous of comfort 
 
76 THE DESERTER. 
 
 that might come to him from any other source, and the Lethe of wine 
 and jolly companionship she dreaded most of all. Long, long before, 
 she had induced him to promise that he would never offer the young 
 officers spirits in his house. She would not prohibit wine at table, she 
 said ; but she never thought of there coming a time when he himself 
 would seek consolation in the glass and make up in quantity what it 
 lacked in alcoholic strength. He was impatient of all reproof now, and 
 would listen to no talk ; but Nellie was years her junior, — more year: 
 than she would admit except at such times as these, when she meant to 
 admonish ; and Nellie had to take it. 
 
 Two weeks after their arrival at Warrener the burden of Mrs. 
 Rayner/s song — morn, noon, and night — was, " What would Mr. Van 
 Antwerp say if he could but see this or hear that ?" 
 
 Can any reader recall an instance where the cause of an absent lover 
 was benefited by the ceaseless warning in a woman's ear, " Remember, 
 you're engaged" ? The hero of antiquity who caused himself to be 
 attended by a shadowing slave whispering ever and only, " Remember, 
 thou art mortal," is a fine figure to contemplate — at this remote date. 
 He, we are told, admitted the need, submitted to the infliction. But 
 lives there a woman who will admit that she needs any instruction as 
 to what her conduct should be when the lord of her heart is away? 
 Lives there a woman who, submitting, because she cannot escape, to 
 the constant reminder, "Thou art engaged," will not resent it in her heart 
 of hearts and possibly revenge herself on the one alone whom she holds 
 at her mercy ? Left to herself, — to her generosity, her conscience, her 
 innate tenderness, — the cause of the absent one will plead for itself, 
 and, if it have even faint foundation, hold its own. " With the best 
 intentions in the world," many an excellent cause has been ruined by 
 the injudicious urgings of a mother; but to talk an engaged girl into 
 mutiny, rely on the infallibility of two women, — a married sister or a 
 maiden aunt. 
 
 Just what Mr. Van Antwerp would have said could he have seen 
 the situation at Warrener is perhaps impossible to predict. Just what 
 he did say without seeing was, perhaps, the most unwise thing he could 
 have thought of: he urged Mrs. Rayner to keep reminding Nellie of 
 her promise. His had not been a life of unmixed joy. He was now 
 nearly thirty-five, and desperately in love witji a pretty girl who had 
 simply bewitched him during the previous summer. It was not easy 
 to approach her then, he found, for her sister kept vigilant guard ; but, 
 
THE DESERTER. 7/ 
 
 once satisfied of his high connections, his wealth, and his social stand- 
 ing, the door was opened, and he was something more than welcomed, 
 said the gossips at the Surf House. What his past history had been, 
 where and how his life had been spent, were matters of less consequence, 
 apparently, than what he was now. He had been wild at college, as 
 other boys had been, she learned ; he had tried the cattle-business in 
 the West, she was told ; but there had been a quarrel with his father, 
 a reconciliation, a devoted mother, a long sojourn abroad, — Heidelberg, 
 — a sudden summons to return, the death of the father, and then the 
 management of a valuable estate fell to the son. There were other 
 children, brother and sisters, three in all, but Steven was the first-born 
 and the mother's glory. She was with him at the sea-side, and the 
 first thing that moved Nellie Travers to like him was his devotion to 
 that white-haired woman who seemed so happy in his care. Between 
 that mother and Mrs. Rayner there had speedily sprung up an acquaint- 
 ance. She had vastly admired Nellie, and during the first fortnight of 
 their visit to the Surf House had shown her many attentions. The ill- 
 ness of a daughter called her away, and Mrs. Rayner announced that 
 she, too, was going elsewhere, when Mr. Van Antwerp himself re- 
 turned, and Mrs. Rayner decided it was so late in the season that they 
 had better remain until it was time to go to town. In October they 
 spent a fortnight in the city, staying at the Westminster, and he was 
 assiduous in his attentions, taking them everywhere, and lavishing 
 flowers and bonbons upon Nell. Then Mrs. Van Antwerp invited 
 them to visit her at her own comfortable, old-fashioned house down 
 town, and Mrs. Rayner was eager to accept, but Nellie said no; she 
 would not do it : she could not accept Mr. Van Antwerp ; she liked, 
 admired, and was attracted by him, but she felt that love him she did 
 not. He was devoted, but had tact and patience, and Mrs. Rayner at 
 last yielded to her demand and took her off in October to spend some 
 time in the interior of the State with relations of their mother, and 
 there, frequently, came Mr. Van Antwerp to see her and to urge his 
 suit. They were to have gone to Warrener immediately after the 
 holidays, but January came and Nellie had not surrendered. An- 
 other week in the city, a long talk with the devoted old mottier whose 
 heart was so wrapped up in her son's happiness and whose arms 
 seemed yearning to enfold the lovely girl, and Nellie was conquered. 
 If not fully convinced of her love for Mr. Van Antwerp, she was 
 more than half in love with his mother. Her promise was given, 
 
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78 THE DESERTER. 
 
 and then she seemed eager to get back to the frontier which she had 
 known and loved as a child. "I want to see the mountains, the 
 snow-peaks, the great rolling prairies, once more," she said ; and he 
 had to consent. Man never urged more importunately than he that 
 the wedding should come off that very winter ; but Nellie once more 
 said no ; she could not and would not listen to an earlier date than the 
 summer to come. 
 
 No one on earth knew with what sore foreboding and misery he let 
 her go. It was something that Mrs. Rayner could not help remarking, 
 — his unconquerable aversion to every mention of the army and of his 
 own slight experience on the frontier. He would not talk of it even 
 with Nellie, who was an enthusiast and had spent two years of her 
 girlhood almost under the shadow of Laramie Peak and loved the mere 
 mention of the Wyoming streams and valleys. In her husband's name 
 Mrs. Rayner had urged him to drop his business early in the spring 
 and come to them for a visit. He declared it was utterly impossible. 
 Every moment of his time must be given to the settling of estate affairs, 
 so that he could be a free man in the summer. He meant to take his 
 bride abroad immediately and spend a year or more in Europe. These 
 were details which were industriously circulated by Mrs. Rayner and 
 speedily became garrison property. It seemed to the men that in bring- 
 ing her sister there engaged she had violated all precedent to begin 
 with, and in this instance, at least, there was general complaint. Mr. 
 Blake said it reminded him of his early boyhood, when they used to 
 take him to the great toy-stores at Christmas : "Look all you like, 
 long for it as much as you please, but don't touch." Merton and Royce, 
 of the cavalry, said it was simply a challenge to any better fellow to 
 cut in and cut out the Knickerbocker ; and, to do them justice, they did 
 their best to carry out their theory. Both they and their comrades of 
 the Riflers were assiduous in their attentions to Miss Travers, and other 
 ladies, less favored, made acrimonious comment in consequence. A 
 maiden sister of one of the veteran captains in the — th, a damsel 
 whose stern asceticism of character was reflected in her features and 
 grimly illustrated in her dress, was moved to censure of her more at- 
 tractive neighbor. " If I had given my heart to a gentleman," said she, 
 and her manner was indicative of the long struggle which such a be- 
 stowal would cost both him and her, " nothing on earth would induce 
 me to accept attentions from any one else, not if he were millions of 
 miles away." 
 
THE DESERTER. 79 
 
 But Nellie Travers was "accepting attentions" with laughing grace 
 and enjoying the society of these young fellows immensely. The house 
 would have been gloomy without her and " the boys," Rayner was 
 prompt to admit, for he was ill at ease and sorely worried, while his 
 inflammable Kate was fuming over the situation of her husband's affairs. 
 Under ordinary circumstances she would have seen very little to object 
 to so long as Nellie showed no preference for any one of her admirers 
 at Warrener, and unless peevish or perturbed in spirit would have made 
 little allusion to it. As matters stood, however, she was in a most 
 querulous and excitable mood : she could not rail at the real cause of 
 her misery, and so, woman-like, she was thankful for a pretext for un- 
 corking the vials of her wrath on somebody or something else. If the 
 young matrons in garrison who, with the two or three visiting maidens, 
 were disposed to rebel at Miss Nell's apparent absorption of all the avail- 
 able cavaliers at the post, and call her a too lucky girl, could but have 
 heard Mrs. Rayner's nightly tirades and hourly rebukes, they might have 
 realized that here, as elsewhere, the rose had its stinging thorns. As 
 for Miss Travers, she confounded her sister by taking it all very sub- 
 missively and attempting no defence. Possibly conscience was telling 
 her that she deserved more than she was getting, or than she would be 
 likely to get until her sister heard of the adventure with Mr. Hayne. 
 
 " By the way," said Mr. Royce one evening as they were stamping 
 off the snow and removing their heavy wraps in Rayner's hall-way 
 after a series of garrison calls, " Mrs. Waldron says she expects you to 
 play for her to-morrow afternoon, Miss Travers. Of course it will be 
 my luck to be at stables." 
 
 " You hear better music every afternoon than I can give you, Mr. 
 Royce." 
 
 "Where, pray?" asked Mrs. Rayner, turning quickly upon them. 
 
 Mr. Royce hesitated, and — with shame be it said — allowed Miss 
 Travers to meet the question : 
 
 " At Mr. Hayne's, Kate." 
 
 There was the same awkward silence that always followed the men- 
 tion of Hayne's name. Mrs. Rayner looked annoyed. It was evident 
 that she wanted more information, — wanted to ask, but was restrained. 
 Royce determined to be outspoken. 
 
 " Several of us have got quite in the way of stopping there on our 
 way from afternoon stables," he said, very quietly. " Mr. Hayne has 
 
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 his piano now, and has nearly recovered the full use of his eyes. He 
 plays well." 
 
 Mrs. Rayner turned about once more, and, without saying so much 
 as good-night, went heavily up-stairs, leaving her escort to share with 
 Mr. lioyce such welcome as the captain was ready to accord them. If 
 forbidden to talk on the subject nearest her heart, she would not speak 
 at all. She would have banged her door, but that would have waked 
 baby. It stung her to the quick to know that the cavalry officers 
 were daily visitors at Mr. Hayne's quarters. It was little comfort to 
 know that the infantry officers did not go, for she and they both knew 
 that, except Major Waldron, no one of their number was welcome 
 under that roof unless he would voluntarily come forward and say, " I 
 believe you innocent." She felt that but for the stand made by Hayne 
 himself most of their number would have received him into comrade- 
 ship again by this time, and she could hardly sleep that night from 
 thinking over what she had heard. 
 
 But'could she have seen the figure that was slinking in the snow at 
 the rear door of Hayne's quarters that very evening, peering into the 
 lighted rooms, and at last, after many an irresolute turn, knocking 
 timidly for admission and then hiding behind the corner of the shed 
 until Sam came and poked his pig-tailed head out into the wintry 
 darkness in wondering effort to find the visitor, she would not have 
 slept at all. 
 
 It was poor Clancy, once more mooning about the garrison and up 
 to his old tricks. Clancy had been drinking; but he wanted to know, 
 " could he spake with the lieutenant ?" 
 
 IX. 
 
 " I have been reading over your letter of Thursday last, dear 
 Steven," wrote Miss Travers, " and there is much that I feel I ought 
 to answer. You and Kate are very much of a mind about the ' tempta- 
 tions' with which I am surrounded ; but you are far more imaginative 
 (han she is, and far more courteous. There is so much about your 
 letter that touches me deeply that I want to be frank and fair in my 
 reply. I have been dancing all this evening, was out at dinner before 
 that, and have made many calls this afternoon; but, tired as I am, my 
 
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 letter must be written, for to-morrow will be but the repetition of to- 
 day. Is it that I am cold and utterly heartless that I can sit and write 
 so calmly in reply to your fervent and appealing letter? Ah, Steven, 
 it is what may be said of me ; but, if cold and heartless to you, I have 
 certainly given no man at this garrison the faintest reason to think that 
 he has inspired any greater interest in him. They are all kind, all very 
 attentive. I have told you how well Mr. Koyce dances and Mr. Mer- 
 ton rides and Mr. Foster reads and talks. They entertain me vastly, 
 and I do like it. More than this, Steven, I am pleased with their evi- 
 dent admiration, — not alone pleased and proud that they should admire 
 me who am pledged to you, — not that alone, I frankly confess, but 
 because it in itself is pleasant. It pleases me. Very possibly it is 
 because I am vain. 
 
 " And yet, though my hours are constantly occupied, though they 
 are here from morning till night, no one of them is more attentive than 
 another. There are five or six who come daily. There are some who 
 do not come at all. Am I a wretch, Steven ? There are two or three 
 that do not call who I wish would call. I would like to know them. 
 
 " Yet they know — they could not help it, with Kate here, and I 
 never forget — that I am your promised wife. Steven, do you not 
 sometimes forget the conditions of that promise? Even now, again 
 and again do I not repeat to you that you ought to release me and free 
 yourself? Of course your impulse will be to say my heart is changing, 
 — that I have seen others whom I like better. No, I have seen no one 
 I like as well. But is ' like' what you deserve, — what you ask ? and 
 is it not all I have ever been able to promise you ? Steven, bear me 
 witness, for Kate is bitterly unjust to me at times, I told you again and 
 again last summer and fall that I did not love you and ought not to 
 think of being your wife. Yet, poor, homeless, dependent as I am, 
 how strong was the temptation to say yes to your plea ! You know 
 that I did not and would not until time and again your sweet mother, 
 whom I do love, and Kate, who had been a mother to me, both declared 
 that that should make no difference : the love would come : the happiest 
 marriages the world over were those in which the girl respected the man 
 of her choice: love would come, and come speedily, when once she 
 was his wife. You yourself declared you could wait in patience, — you 
 would woo and win by and by. Only promise to be your wife before 
 returning to the frontier, and you would be content. Steven, are you 
 content ? You know you are not ; you know you are unhappy ; and 
 
82 THE DESERTER. 
 
 it is all, not because I am growing to love some one else, but because 1 
 am not growing to love you. Heaven knows I want to love you ; for 
 so long as you hold me to it my promise is sacred and shall be kept. 
 More than that, if you say that it is your will that I seclude myself 
 from these attentions, give up dancing, give up rides, drives, walks, and 
 even receiving visits, here, so be it. I will obey. But write this to 
 me, Steven, — not to Kate. I am too proud to ask her to show me the 
 letters I know she has received from you, — and there are some she has 
 not shown me, — but I cannot understand a man's complaining to other 
 persons of the conduct of the woman who is, or is to be, his wife. 
 Forgive me if I pain you : sometimes even to myself I seem old and 
 strange. I have lived so much alone, have had to think and do for 
 myself so many years while Kate has been away, that perhaps I ; m not 
 1 like other girls f but the respect I feel for you would be injured if I 
 thought you strove to guide or govern me through others ; and of one 
 thing be sure, Steven, I must honor and respect and look up to the man 
 I marry, love or no love. 
 
 " Once you said it would kill you if you believed I could be false 
 to you. If by that you meant that, having given my promise to you 
 to be your wife at some future time, I must school myself to love you, 
 and will be considered false if love do not come at my bidding or yours, 
 I say to you solemnly, release me now. I may not love, but I cannot 
 and will not deceive you, even by simulating love that does not exist. 
 Suppose that love were to be kindled in my heart. Suppose I were to 
 learn to care for some one here. You would be the first one to know it; 
 for I would tell you as soon as I knew it myself. Then what could I 
 hope for, — or you? Surely you would not want to marry a girl who 
 loved another man. But is it much better to marry one who feels that 
 she does not love you ? Think of it, Steven : I am very lonely, very 
 far from happy, very wretched over Kate's evident trouble and all the 
 sorrow I am bringing you and yours ; but have I misled or deceived 
 you in any one thing? Once only has a word been spoken or a scene 
 occurred that you could perhaps have objected to. I told you the 
 whole thing in my letter of Sunday last, and why I had not told Kate. 
 We have not met since that night, Mr. Hayne and I, and may not ; 
 but he is a man whose story excites my profound pity and sorrow, and 
 he is one of the two or three I feel that I would like to see more of. 
 Is this being false to you or to my promise? If so, Steven, you cannot 
 say that I have not given you the whole truth. 
 
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 " It is very late at night, — one o'clock, — and Kate is not yet asleep, 
 and the captain is still down-stairs, reading. He is not looking well at 
 all, and Kate is sorely anxious about him. It was his evidence that 
 brought years of ostracism and misery upon Lieutenant Hayne, and 
 there are vague indications that in his own regiment the officers are 
 beginning to believe that possibly he was not the guilty man. The 
 cavalry officers, of course, say nothing to us on the subject, and I have 
 never heard the full story. If he has been, as is suggested, the victim 
 of a scoundrel, and Captain Rayner was at fault in his evidence, no 
 punishment on earth could be too great for the villain who planned 
 his ruin, and no remorse could atone for Captain Rayner' s share. I 
 never saw so sad a face on mortal man as Mr. Hayne's. Steven Van 
 Antwerp, I wish I were a man ! I would trace that mystery to the 
 bitter end. 
 
 " This is a strange letter to send to — to you ; but I am a strange 
 girl. Already I am more than expecting you to write and release me 
 unconditionally ; and you ought to do it. I do not say I want it. 
 " Faithfully, at least, yours, 
 
 " Nellie. 
 
 " P.S. — Should you write to Kate, you are not to tell her, remember, 
 of my meeting with Mr. Hayne. Of course I am anxious to have your 
 reply to that letter ; but it will be five days yet." 
 
 An odd letter, indeed, for a girl not yet twenty, and not of a hope- 
 inspiring character ; but when it reached Mr. Van Antwerp he did not 
 pale in reading it : his face was ghastly before he began. If anything, 
 he seemed relieved by some passages, though rejoiced by none. Then 
 he took from an inner pocket the letter that had reached him a few days 
 previous, and all alone in his room, late at night, he read it over again, 
 threw it upon the table at which he was sitting, then, with passionate 
 abandonment, buried his face in his arms and groaned aloud in anguish. 
 
 Two days after writing this letter Miss Travers was so unfortunate 
 as to hear a conversation in the dining-room which was not intended 
 for her ears. She had gone to her room immediately after breakfast, 
 and, glancing from her window, saw that the officers were just going 
 to head-quarters for the daily matinee. For half or three-quarters of 
 an hour, therefore, there could be no probable interruption ; and she 
 decided to write an answer to the letter which came from Mr. Van 
 Antwerp the previous afternoon. A bright fire was burning in the 
 
84 THE DESERTER. 
 
 old-fashioned stove with which frontier quarters are warmed if not orna- 
 mented, and she perched her little, slippered feet upon the hearth, took 
 her portfolio in her lap, and began. Mrs. Kayner was in the nursery, 
 absorbed witli the baby and the nurse, when a servant came and an- 
 nounced that " a lady was in the kitchen" and wanted to speak with 
 the lady of the house. Mrs. Rayner promptly responded that she was 
 busy and couldn't be disturbed, and wondered who it could be that 
 came to her kitchen to see her. 
 
 " Can I be of service, Kate ?" called Miss Travers. " I will run 
 down, if you say so." 
 
 " I wish you would," was the reply ; and Miss Travers put aside 
 her writing. " Didn't she give any name ?" asked Mrs. Rayner of 
 the Abigail, who was standing with her head just visible at the stair- 
 way, it being one of the unconquerable tenets of frontier domestics to 
 go no farther than is absolutely necessary in conveying messages of any 
 kind ; and this damsel, though new to the neighborhood, was native and 
 to the manner born in all the tricks of the trade. 
 
 " She said you knew her name, ma'am. She's the lady from the 
 hospital." 
 
 " Here, Jane, take the baby ! Never mind, Nellie : I must go !" 
 And Mrs. Rayner started with surprising alacrity ; but as she passed her 
 door Miss Travers saw the look of deep anxiety on her face. 
 
 A moment later she heard voices at the front door, — a party of ladies 
 who were going to spend the morning with the colonel's wife at some 
 " Dorcas society" work which many of them had embraced with enthu- 
 siasm. " I want to see Miss Travers, just a minute," she heard a voice 
 say, and recognized the pleasant tones of Mrs. Curtis, the young wife 
 of one of the infantry officers : so a second time she put aside her 
 writing, and then ran down to the front door. Mrs. Curtis merely 
 wanted to remind her that she must be sure to come and spend the 
 afternoon with her and bring her music, and was dismayed to find that 
 Miss Travers could not come before stable-call : she had an engage- 
 ment. " Of course : I might have known it : you are besieged every 
 hour. Well, can you come to-morrow ? Do." And, to-morrow being 
 settled upon, and despite the fact that several of the party waiting on 
 the sidewalk looked cold and impatient, Mrs. Curtis found it impossible 
 to tear herself away until certain utterly irrelevant matters had been 
 lightly touched upon and lingeringly abandoned. The officers were just 
 beginning to pour forth from head-quarters when the group of ladies 
 
THE DESERTER. 85 
 
 finally got under way again and Miss Travers closed the door. It 
 was now useless to return to her letter : so she strolled into the parlor 
 just as she heard her sister's voice at the kitchen door : 
 
 " Come right in here, Mrs. Clancy. Now, quick, what is it ?" 
 And from the dining-room came the answer, hurried, half whispered, 
 and mysterious, — 
 
 " He's been drinkin' ever since he got out of hospital, ma'am, an' 
 he's worse than ever about Loot'nant Hayne. It's mischief he'll be 
 
 doin', ma'am : he's crazy-like " — 
 
 " Mrs. Clancy, you must watch him. You Hush !" 
 
 And here she stopped short, for, in astonishment at what she had 
 already heard, and in her instant effort to hear no more of what was so 
 evidently not intended for her, Miss Travers hurried from the parlor, 
 the swish of her skirts telling loudly of her presence there. She went 
 again to her room. What could it mean ? Why was her proud, im- 
 perious Kate holding secret interviews with this coarse and vulgar 
 woman ? What concern was it of hers that Clancy should be " worse" 
 about Mr. Hayne? It could not mean that the mischief he would do 
 was mischief to the man who had saved his life and his property. That 
 was out of the question. It could not mean that the poor, broken- 
 dow T n, drunken fellow had the means in his power of further harming a 
 man who had already been made to suffer so much. Indeed, Kate's 
 very exclamation, the very tone in which she spoke, showed a distress 
 of mind that arose from no fear for one whom she hated as she hated 
 Hayne. Her anxiety was personal. It was for her husband and for 
 herself she feared, or woman's tone and tongue never yet revealed a 
 secret. Nellie Travers stood in her room stunned and bewildered, yet 
 trying hard to recall and put together all the scattered stories and 
 rumors that had reached her about the strange conduct of Clancy 
 after he was taken to the hospital, — especially about his heart-broken 
 wail when told that it was Lieutenant Hayne who had rescued him and 
 little Kate from hideous death. Somewhere, somehow, this man was 
 connected with the mystery which encircled the long-hidden truth in 
 Hayne's trouble. Could it be possible that he did not realize it, and 
 
 that her sister had discovered it ? Could it be oh, heaven ! no ! — 
 
 could it be that Kate was standing between that lonely and friendless 
 man and the revelation that would set him right ? She could not be- 
 lieve it of her ! She would not believe it of her sister ! And yet what 
 did Kate mean by charging Mrs. Clancy to watch him, — that drunken 
 
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 husband ? What could it mean but that she was striving to prevent 
 Mr. Hayne's ever hearing the truth ? She longed to learn more and 
 solve the riddle once and for all. They were still earnestly talking to- 
 gether down in the dining-room ; but she could not listen. Kate knew 
 her so well that she had not closed the door leading into the hall, though 
 both she and the laundress of Company B had lowered their voices. It 
 was disgraceful at best, thought Miss Travers, it was beneath her sister, 
 that she should hold any private conversation with a woman of that class. 
 Confidences with such were contamination. She half determined to 
 rush down-stairs and put an end to it, but was saved the scene : fresh 
 young voices, hearty ringing tones, and the stamp of heavy boot-heels 
 were heard at the door ; and as Rayner entered, ushering in Royce and 
 Graham, Mrs. Rayner and the laundress fled once more to the kitchen. 
 
 When the sisters found themselves alone again, it was late in the 
 evening. Mrs. Rayner came to Nellie's room and talked on various 
 topics for some little time, watching narrowly her sister's face. The 
 young girl hardly spoke at all. It was evident to the elder what her 
 thoughts must be. 
 
 " I suppose you think I should explain Mrs. Clancy's agitation and 
 mysterious conduct, Nellie," she finally and suddenly said. 
 
 " I do not want you to tell me anything, Kate, that you yourself 
 do not wish to tell me. You understand, of course, how I happened 
 to be there ?" 
 
 " Oh, certainly. I wasn't thinking of that. You couldn't help 
 hearing ; but you must have thought it queer, — her being so agitated, I 
 mean." 
 
 No answer. 
 
 "Didn't you?" 
 
 " I wasn't thinking of her at all." 
 
 "What did you think, then?" half defiantly, yet trembling and 
 growing white. 
 
 " I thought it strange that you should be talking with her in such a 
 way." 
 
 " She was worried about her husband, — his drinking so much, — and 
 came to consult me." 
 
 " Why should she — and you — show such consternation at his con- 
 nection with the name of Mr. Hayne?" 
 
 " Nellie, that matter is one you know I cannot bear to talk of." 
 (" Very recently only," thought the younger.) " You once asked me 
 
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 to tell you what Mr. Hayne's crime had been, and I answered that 
 until you could hear the whole story you could not understand the 
 matter at all. We are both worried about Clancy. He is not himself; 
 he is wild and imaginative when he's drinking. He has some strange 
 fancies since the fire, and he thinks he ought to do something to help 
 the officer because he helped him, and his head is full of Police Gazette 
 stories, utterly without foundation, and he thinks he can tell who the 
 real culprits were, — or something of that kind. It is utter nonsense. 
 I have investigated the whole thing, — heard the whole story. It is 
 the trashiest, most impossible thing you ever dreamed of, and would 
 only make fearful trouble if Mr. Hayne got hold of it." 
 
 "Why?" 
 
 " Why f Because he is naturally vengeful and embittered, and he 
 would seize on any pretext to make it unpleasant for the officers who 
 brought about his trial." 
 
 " Do you mean that what Clancy says in any way affects them ?" 
 asked Nell, with quickening pulse and color. 
 
 " It might, if there were a word of truth in it ; but it is the maudlin 
 dream of a liquor-maddened brain. Mrs. Clancy and I both know 
 that what he says is utterly impossible. Indeed, he tells no two stories 
 alike." 
 
 " Has he told you anything ?" 
 
 " No ; but she tells me everything." 
 
 " How do you know she tells the truth ?" 
 
 " Nellie ! Why should she deceive me ? I have done everything 
 for them." 
 
 "I distrust her all the same; and you had better be warned in 
 time. If he has any theory, no matter how crack-brained, or if he 
 knows anything about the case and wants to tell it to Mr. Hayne, you 
 are the last woman on earth who should stand in the way." 
 
 " Upon my word, Nellie Travers, this is going too far ! One 
 would think you believed I wish to stand in the w r ay of that young 
 man's restoration." 
 
 " Kate, if you lift a hand or speak one word to prevent Clancy's 
 seeing Mr. Hayne and telling him everything he knows, you will make 
 me believe — precisely that." 
 
 Captain Rayner heard sobbing and lamentation on the bedroom 
 floor when he came in a few moments after. Going aloft, he found 
 Miss Travers's door closed as usual, and his wife in voluble distress 
 
THE DESERTER. 
 
 of mind. He could only learn that she and Nellie had had a falling 
 out. and that Nell had behaved in a most unjust, disrespectful, and out- 
 rageous way. She declined to give further particulars. 
 
 Miss Travers had other reasons for wanting to be alone. That 
 very afternoon, just after stable-call, she found herself unoccupied for 
 the time being, and decided to go over and see Mrs. Waldron a few 
 moments. The servant admitted her to the little army parlor, and 
 informed her that Mrs. Waldron had stepped out, but would be home 
 directly. A bright wood fire was blazing on the hearth and throwing 
 flickering lights and shadows about the cosey room. The piano stood 
 invitingly open, and on the rack were some waltzes of Strauss she re- 
 membered having heard the cavalry band play a night or two previous. 
 Seating herself, she began to try them, and speedily became interested. 
 Her back being to the door, she did not notice that another visitor was 
 soon ushered in, — a man. She continued slowly " picking out" the 
 melody, for the light was growing dim and it was with difficulty that 
 she could distinguish the notes. Twice she essayed a somewhat com- 
 plicated passage, became entangled, bent down and closely scanned the 
 music, began again, once more became involved, exclaimed impatiently, 
 " How absurd !" and whirled about on the piano-stool, to find herself 
 facing Mr. Hayne. 
 
 Now that the bandage was removed from his eyes it was no such 
 easy matter to meet him. Her sweet face flushed instantly as he bent 
 low and spoke her name. 
 
 " I had no idea any one was here. It quite startled me," she 
 said, as she withdrew from his the hand she had mechanically ex- 
 tended to him. 
 
 " It was my hope not to interrupt you," he answered, in the low, 
 gentle voice she had marked before. " You helped me when my 
 music was all adrift the other night : may I not help you find some 
 of this ?" 
 
 " I wish you would play, Mr. Hayne." 
 
 " I will play for you gladly, Miss Travers, but waltz-music is not 
 my forte. Let me see what else there is here." And he began turning 
 over the sheets on the stand. 
 
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 " Are your eyes well enough to read music, — especially in such a 
 dim light ?" she asked, with evident sympathy. 
 
 " My eyes are doing very well, — better than my fingers, in fact, — 
 and, as I rarely play by note after I once learn a piece, the eyes make 
 no difference. What music do you like? I merely looked at this col- 
 lection thinking you might see something that pleased you." 
 
 " Mrs. Ray told me you played Rubinstein so well, — that melody 
 in F, for one." 
 
 " Did Mrs. Ray speak of that ?" — his face brightening. " I'm glad 
 they found anything to enjoy in my music." 
 
 " ' They' found a great deal, Mr. Hayne, and there are a number 
 who are envious of their good fortune, — I, for one," she answered, 
 blithely. "Now play for me. Mrs. Waldron will be here in a 
 minute." 
 
 And when Mrs. Waldron came in, a little later, Miss Travers, seated 
 in an easy-chair and looking intently into the blaze, was listening as 
 intently to the soft, rich melodies that Mr. Hayne was .playing. The 
 firelight was flickering on her shining hair ; one slender white hand 
 was toying with the locket that hung at her throat, the other gently 
 tapping on the arm of the chair in unison with the music. And Mr. 
 Hayne, seated in the shadow, bent slightly over the key-board, absorbed 
 in his pleasant task, and playing as though all his soul were thrilling in 
 his finger-tips. Mrs. Waldron stood in silence at the door- way, watch- 
 ing the unconscious pair with an odd yet comforted expression in her 
 eyes. At last, in one long, sweet, sighing chord, the melody softly 
 died away, and Mr. Hayne slowly turned and looked upon the girl. 
 She seemed to have wandered off into dream-land. For a moment there 
 was no sound ; then, with a little shivering sigh, she roused herself. 
 
 " It is simply exquisite," she said. " You have given me such a 
 treat !" 
 
 " I'm glad. I owe you a great deal more pleasure, Miss Travers." 
 
 Mrs. Waldron hereat elevated her eyebrows. She would have 
 slipped away if she could, but she was a woman of substance, and as 
 solid in flesh as she was warm of heart. She did the only thing left 
 to her, — came cordially forward to welcome her two visitors and ex- 
 press her delight that Miss Travers could have an opportunity of hear- 
 ing Mr. Hayne play. She soon succeeded in starting him again, and 
 shortly thereafter managed to slip out unnoticed. When he turned 
 around a few minutes afterwards, she had vanished. 
 
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 " Why, I had no idea she was gone !" exclaimed Miss Travers ; and 
 then the color mounted to her brow. He must think her extremely 
 absorbed in his playing ; and so indeed she was. 
 
 " You are very fond of music, I see/' he said, at a venture. 
 
 " Yes, very ; but I play very little and very badly. Pardon me, 
 Mr. Hayne, but you have played many years, have you not ?" 
 
 " Not so very many ; but there have been many in which I had 
 
 little else to do but practise." 
 
 She reddened again. It was so unlike him, she thought, to refer to 
 that matter in speaking to her. He seemed to read her : 
 
 " I speak of it only that I may say to you again what I began just 
 before Mrs. Waldron came. You gave me no opportunity to thank 
 you the other night, and I may not have another. You do not know 
 what an event in my life that meeting with you was ; and you cannot 
 know how I have gone over your words again and again. Forgive me 
 the embarrassment I see I cause you, Miss Travers. We are so un- 
 likely to meet at all that you can afford to indulge me this once." He 
 was smiling so gravely, sadly, now, and had risen and was standing by 
 her as she sat there in the big easy-chair, still gazing into the fire, but 
 listening for his every word. "In five long years I have heard no 
 words from a woman's lips that gave me such joy and comfort as those 
 you spoke so hurriedly and without premeditation. Only those who 
 know anything of what my past has been could form any idea of the 
 emotion with which I heard you. If I could not have seen you to say 
 how — how I thanked you, I would have had to write. This explains 
 what I said awhile ago : I owe you more pleasure than I can ever give. 
 But one thing was certain : I could not bear the idea that you should 
 not be told, and by me, how grateful your words were to me, — how 
 grateful I was to you. Again, may God bless you !" 
 
 And now he turned abruptly away, awaiting no answer, reseated 
 himself at the piano and retouched the keys. But, though she sat 
 motionless and speechless, she knew that he had been trembling so 
 violently and that his hands were still so tremulous he could play no 
 more. It was some minutes that they sat thus, neither speaking ; and 
 as he regained his self-control and began to attempt some simple little 
 melodies, Mrs. Waldron returned : 
 
 " How very domestic you look, young people ! Shall we light the 
 lamps?" 
 
 " I've stayed too long already," said Miss Travers, springing to her 
 
THE DESERTER. 91 
 
 feet. " Kate does not know I'm out, and will be wondering what has 
 become of her sister." She laughed nervously. " Thank you so much 
 for the music, Mr. Hayne ! — Forgive my running off so suddenly, won't 
 you, Mrs. Waldron?" she asked, pleadingly, as she put her hand in 
 hers ; and as her hostess reassured her she bent and kissed the girl's 
 flushed cheek. Mr. Hayne was still standing patiently by the centre- 
 table. Once more she turned, and caught his eye, flushed, half hesitated, 
 then held out her hand with quick impulse-: 
 
 " Good-evening, Mr. Hayne. I shall hope to hear you play again." 
 
 And, with pulses throbbing, and cheeks that still burned, she ran 
 quickly down the line to Captain Rayner's quarters, and was up-stairs 
 and in her room in another minute. 
 
 This was an interview she would find it hard to tell to Kate. But 
 told it was, partially, and she was sitting now, late at night, hearing 
 through her closed door her sister's unmusical lamentations, — hearing 
 still ringing in her ears the reproaches heaped upon her when that 
 sister was quietly told that she and Mr. Hayne had met twice. And 
 now she was sitting there, true to herself and her resolution, telling Mr. 
 Van Antwerp all about it. Can one conjecture the sensations with 
 which he received and read that letter ? 
 
 Mr. Hayne, too, was having a wakeful night. He had gone to 
 Mrs. Waldron's to pay a dinner-call, with the result just told. He 
 had one or two other visits to make among the cavalry households in 
 garrison, but, after a few moments' chat with Mrs. Waldron, he decided 
 that he preferred going home. Sam had to call three times before Mr. 
 Hayne obeyed the summons to dinner that evening. The sun was going 
 down behind the great range to the southwest, and the trumpets were 
 pealing " retreat" on the frosty air, but Hayne's curtains were drawn, 
 and he was sitting before his fire, deep in thought, hearing nothing. 
 The doctor came in soon after he finished his solitary dinner, chatted 
 with him awhile, and smoked away at his pipe. He wanted to talk 
 with Hayne about some especial matter, and he found it hard work to 
 begin. The more he saw of his patient the better he liked him : he 
 was interested in him, and had been making inquiries. Without his 
 pipe he found himself uninspired. 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, if you will permit, I'll fill up and blow another 
 cloud. Didn't you ever smoke ?" 
 
 " Yes. I was very fond of my cigar six or seven years ago." 
 
92 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " And you gave it up ?" asked the doctor, tugging away at the 
 strings of his little tobacco-pouch. 
 
 " I gave up everything that was not an absolute necessity/' said 
 Hayne, calmly. " Until I could get free of a big load there was no 
 comfort in anything. After that was gone I had no more use for such 
 old friends than certain other old friends seemed to have for me. It 
 was a mutual cut." 
 
 " To the best of my belief, you were the gainer in both cases," said 
 the doctor, gruffly. " The longer I live the more I agree with Carlyle : 
 the men we live and move with are mostly fools." 
 
 Hay ne's face was as grave and quiet as ever : 
 
 " These are hard lessons to learn, doctor. I presume few young 
 fellows thought more of human friendship than I did the first two years 
 I was in service." 
 
 " Hayne," said the doctor, " sometimes I have thought you did not 
 want to talk about this matter to any soul on earth ; but I am speaking 
 from no empty curiosity now. If you forbid it, I shall not intrude ; 
 but there are some questions that, since knowing you, and believing in 
 you as I unquestionably do, I would like to ask. You seem bent on 
 returning to duty here to-morrow, though you might stay on sick report 
 ten days yet ; and I want to stand between you and the possibility of 
 annoyance and trouble if I can." 
 
 " You are kind, and I appreciate it, doctor ; but do you think that 
 the colonel is a man who will be apt to let me suffer injustice at the 
 hands of any one here?" 
 
 " I don't, indeed. He is full of sympathy for you, and I know he 
 means you shall have fair play; but a company commander has as 
 many and as intangible ways of making a man suffer as has a woman. 
 How do you stand with Rayner ?" 
 
 " Precisely where I stood five years ago. He is the most determined 
 enemy I have in the service, and will down me if he can ; but I have 
 learned a good deal in my time. There is a grim sort of comfort now 
 in knowing that while he would gladly trip me I can make him miser- 
 able by being too strong for him." 
 
 " You still hold the same theory as to his evidence you did at the 
 time of the court ? of course I have heard what you said to and of 
 him." 
 
 " I have never changed in that respect." 
 
 " But supposing that — mind you, I believe he was utterly mistaken 
 
THE DESERTER 93 
 
 in what he thought he heard and saw, — supposing that all that was 
 testified to by him actually occurred, have you any theory that would 
 point out the real criminal ?" 
 
 " Only one. If that money was ever handed me that day at Battle 
 Butte, only one man could have made away with it ; and it is useless 
 to charge it to him/' 
 
 " You mean JKayner ?" 
 
 " I have to mean Rayner." 
 
 " But you claim it never reached you ?" 
 
 "Certainly." 
 
 " Yet every other package — memoranda and all — was handed you?" 
 
 " Not only that, but Captain Hull handed me the money-packet 
 with the others, — took them all from his saddle-bags just before the 
 charge. The packet was sealed when he gave it to me, and when J 
 broke the seal it was stuffed with worthless blanks." 
 
 " And you have never suspected a soldier, — a single messenger or 
 servant ?" 
 
 " Not one. Whom could I ?" 
 
 " Hayne, had you any knoAvledge of this man Clancy before ?" 
 
 " Clancy ! The drunken fellow we pulled out of the fire ?" 
 
 " The same." 
 
 " No ; never to my knowledge saw or heard of him, except when 
 he appeared as witness at the court." 
 
 " Yet he was with the — th Cavalry at that very fight at Battle 
 Butte. He was a sergeant then, though not in Hull's troop." 
 
 " Does he say he knew me ? or does he talk of that- affair ?" asked 
 the lieutenant, with sudden interest. 
 
 " Not that. He cannot be said to say anything ; but he was won- 
 derfully affected over your rescuing him, — strangely so, one of the 
 nurses persists in telling me, though the steward and Mrs. Clancy de- 
 clare it was just drink and excitement. Still, I have drawn from him 
 that he knew you well by sight during that campaign ; but he says he 
 was not by when Hull was killed." 
 
 " Does he act as though he knew anything that could throw any 
 light on the matter ?" 
 
 " I cannot say. His wife declares he has been queer all winter, — 
 hard drinking, — and of course that is possible." 
 
 " Sam told me there was a soldier here two nights ago who wanted 
 
94 THE DESERTER. 
 
 to talk with me, but the man was drunk, and he would not let him in 
 or tell me. He thought he wanted to borrow money." 
 
 " I declare, I believe it was Clancy !" said the doctor. " If he 
 wants to see you and talk, let him. There's no telling but what even 
 a drink-racked brain may bring the matter to light." 
 
 And long that night Mr. Hayne sat there thinking, partly of what 
 the doctor had said, but more of what had occurred during the late 
 afternoon. Midnight was called by the sentries. He went to his door 
 and looked out on the broad, bleak prairie, the moonlight glinting on 
 the tin roofing of the patch of buildings over at the station far across 
 the dreary level and glistening on the patches of snow that here and 
 there streaked the surface. It was all so cold and calm and still. His 
 blood was hot and fevered. Something invited him into the peace and 
 purity of the night. He threw on his overcoat and furs, and strolled 
 up to the gateway, past the silent and deserted store, whose lighted bar 
 and billiard-room was generally the last thing to close along Prairie 
 Avenue. There was not a glimmer of light about the quarters of the 
 trader or the surgeon's beyond. One or two faint gleams stole through 
 the blinds at the big hospital, and told of the night-watch by some 
 fevered bedside. He passed on around the fence and took a path that 
 led to the target-ranges north of the post and back of officers' row, 
 thinking deeply all the while ; and finally, re-entering the garrison by 
 the west gate, he came down along the hard gravelled walk that passed 
 in circular sweeps the offices and the big house of the colonel com- 
 manding and then bore straight away in front of the entire line. All 
 was darkness and quiet. He passed in succession the houses of the 
 field-officers of the cavalry, looked longingly at the darkened front of 
 Major Waldron's cottage, where he had lived so sweet an hour before 
 the setting of *the last sun, then went on again and paused surprised in 
 front of Captain Rayner's. A bright light was still burning in the 
 front room on the second floor. Was she, too, awake and thinking of 
 that interview? He looked wistfully at the lace curtains that shrouded 
 the interior, and then the clank of a cavalry sabre sounded in his ears, 
 and a tall officer came springily across the road. 
 
 "Who the devil's that?" was the blunt military greeting. 
 
 " Mr. Hayne," was the quiet reply. 
 
 " What ? Mr. Hayne ? Oh ! Beg your pardon, man, — couldn't 
 imagine who it was mooning around out here after midnight." 
 
 " I don't wonder," answered Hayne. " I am rather given to late 
 
THE DESERTER. 95 
 
 hours, and after reading a long time I often take a stroll before turn- 
 ing in." 
 
 "Ah, yes : I see. Well, won't you drop in and chat awhile ? I'm 
 officer of the day, and have to owl to-night." 
 
 " Thanks, no, not this time ; I must go to bed. Good-night, Mr. 
 Blake." 
 
 " Good-night to you, Mr. Hayne," said Blake, then stood gazing 
 perplexedly after him. " Now, my fine fellow," was his dissatisfied 
 query, "what on earth do you mean by prowling around Rayner's 
 at this hour of the night ?" 
 
 XI. 
 
 It was very generally known throughout Fort Warrener by ten 
 o'clock on the following morning that Mr. Hayne had returned to duty 
 and was one of the first officers to appear at the matin&e. Once more 
 the colonel had risen from his chair, taken him by the hand, and wel- 
 comed him. This time he expressed the hope that nothing would now 
 occur to prevent their seeing him daily. 
 
 "Won't you come in to the club-room?" asked Captain Gregg, 
 afterwards. " We will be pleased to have you." 
 
 " Excuse me, captain, I shall be engaged all morning," answered 
 Mr. Hayne, and walked on down the row. Nearly all the officers were 
 strolling away in groups of three or four. Hayne walked past them 
 all with quick, soldierly step and almost aggressive manner, and was 
 soon far ahead, all by himself. Finding it an unprofitable subject, 
 there had been little talk between the two regiments as to what Mr. 
 Hayne's status should be on his reappearance. Everybody heard that 
 he had somewhat rudely spurned the advances of Ross and his com- 
 panions. Indeed, Ross had told the story with strong coloring to more 
 than half the denizens of officers' row. Evidently he desired no further 
 friendship or intercourse with his brother blue-straps ; and only a few 
 of the cavalry officers found his society attractive. He played de- 
 lightfully ; he was well read ; but in general talk he was not entertain- 
 ing. " Altogether too sepulchral, — or at least funereal," explained the 
 cavalry. " He never laughs, and rarely smiles, and he's as glum as a 
 Quaker meeting," was another complaint. So a social success was 
 hardly to be predicted for Mr. Hayne. 
 
 While he could not be invited where just a few infantry people 
 
96 THE DESERTER. 
 
 were the other guests, from a big general gathering or party he, of 
 course, could not be omitted ; but there he would have his cavalry and 
 medical friends to talk to, and then there was Major Waldron. It was 
 a grievous pity that there should be such an element of embarrassment, 
 but it couldn't be helped. As the regimental adjutant had said, Hayne 
 himself was the main obstacle to his restoration to regimental friend- 
 ship. No man who piques himself on the belief that he is about to do 
 a virtuous and praiseworthy act will be apt to persevere when the ob- 
 ject of his benevolence treats him with cold contempt. If Mr. Hayne 
 saw fit to repudiate the civilities a few officers essayed to extend to him, 
 no others would subject themselves to similar rebuffs ; and if he could 
 stand the status quo, why, the regiment could ; and that, said the Biflers, 
 was the end of the matter. 
 
 But it was not the end, by a good deal. Some few of the ladies of 
 the infantry, actuated by Mrs. Rayner's vehement exposition of the 
 case, had aligned themselves on her side as against the post commander, 
 and by their general conduct sought to convey to the colonel and to the 
 ladies who were present at the first dinner given Mr. Hayne thorough 
 disapproval of their course. This put the cavalry people on their mettle 
 and led to a division in the garrison ; and as Major Waldron was, in 
 Mrs. Rayner's eyes, equally culpable with the colonel, it so resulted that 
 two or three infantry households, together with some unmarried subal- 
 terns, were arrayed socially against their own battalion commander 
 as well as against the grand panjandrum at post head-quarters. If it. 
 had not been for the determined attitude of Mr. Hayne himself, the 
 garrison might speedily have been resolved into two parties, — Hayne 
 and anti-Hayne sympathizers; but the whole bearing of that young 
 man was fiercely repellent of sympathy : he would have none of it. 
 " Hayne's position," said Major Waldron, " is practically this : he 
 holds that no man who has borne himself as he has during these five 
 years — denied himself everything that he might make up every cent 
 that was lost, though he was in no wise responsible for the loss — could 
 by any possibility have been guilty of the charges on which he was 
 tried. From this he will not abate one jot or tittle ; and he refuses 
 now to restore to his friendship the men who repudiated him in his 
 years of trouble, except on their profession of faith in his entire inno- 
 cence." Now, this was something the cavalry could not do without 
 some impeachment of the evidence which was heaped up against the 
 poor fellow at the time of the trial ; a»d it was something the infantry 
 
THE DESERTER. 97 
 
 would not do, because thereby they would virtually pronounce one at 
 least of their own officers to have repeatedly and persistently given 
 false testimony. In the case of Waldron and the cavalry, however, it 
 Was possible for Hayne to return their calls of courtesy, because they, 
 having never " sent him to Coventry/' received him precisely as they 
 would receive any other officer. With the Riflers it was different : 
 having once " cut" him as though by unanimous accord, and having 
 taught the young officers joining year after year to regard him as a 
 criminal, they could be restored to Mr. Hayne's friendship, as has been 
 said before, only " on confession of error." Buxton and two or three 
 of his stamp called or left their cards on Mr. Hayne because their 
 colonel had so done ; but precisely as the ceremony was performed, just 
 so was it returned. Buxton was red with wrath over what he termed 
 Hayne's conceited and supercilious manner when returning his call : 
 "I called upon him like a gentleman, by thunder, just to let him 
 understand I wanted to help him out of the mire, and told him if there 
 was anything I could do for him that a gentleman could do, not to 
 hesitate about letting me know ; and when he came to my house to-day, 
 damned if he didn't patronize me! — talked to me about the Plevna siege, 
 and wanted to discuss Gourko and the Balkans or some other fool thing : 
 what in thunder have I to do with campaigns in Turkey ? — and I thought 
 he meant those nigger soldiers the British have in India, — Goorkhas, 
 I know now, — and I did tell him it w r as an awful blunder, that only a 
 Russian would make, to take those Sepoy fellows and put 'em into a 
 winter campaign. Of course I hadn't been booking up the subject, and 
 he had, and sprung it on me ; and then, by gad, as he was going, he said 
 he had books and maps he would lend me, and if there was anything he 
 could do for me that a gentleman could do, not to hesitate about asking. 
 Damn his impudence !" 
 
 Poor Buxton ! One of his idiosyncrasies was to talk w T isely to the 
 juniors on the subject of European campaigns and to criticise the moves 
 of generals whose very names and centuries were entangling snares. 
 His own subalterns were, unfortunately for him, at the house when 
 Hayne called, and when he, as was his wont, began to expound on 
 current military topics. " A little learning," even, he had not, and the 
 dangerous thing that that would have been was supplanted by some- 
 thing quite as bad, if not worse. He was trapped and thrown by the 
 quiet-mannered infantry subaltern, and it w T as all Messrs. Freeman and 
 Koyce could do to restrain t&ieir impulse to rush after Hayne and 
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$8 THE DESERTER. 
 
 embrace him. Buxton was cordially detested by his " subs," and well 
 knew they would tell the story of his defeat, so he made a virtue of 
 necessity and came out with his own version. Theirs was far more 
 ludicrous, and, while it made Mr. Hayne famous, he gained another 
 enemy. The — th could not fail to notice how soon after that all 
 social recognition ceased between their bulky captain and the pale, 
 slender subaltern ; and Mrs. Buxton and Mrs. Rayner became suddenly 
 infatuated with each other, while their lords were seldom seen except 
 together. 
 
 All this time, however, Miss Travers was making friends through- 
 out the garrison. No one ever presumed to discuss the Hayne aifair in 
 her presence, because of her relationship to the Rayners ; and yet Mrs. 
 Waldron had told several people how delightfully she and Mr. Hayne 
 had spent an afternoon together. Did not Mrs. Rayner declare that Mrs. 
 Waldron was a woman who told everything she knew, or words to that 
 effect ? It is safe to say that the garrison was greatly interested in the 
 story. How strange it was that he should have had a Ute-ct-tete with 
 the sister of his bitterest foe! When did they meet? Had they met 
 since ? Would they meet again ? All these were questions eagerly 
 discussed, yet never asked of the parties themselves, Mr. Hayne's repu- 
 tation for snubbing people standing him in excellent stead, and Miss 
 Travers's quiet dignity and reserve of manner being too much for those 
 who would have given a good deal to gain her confidence. But there 
 was Mrs. Rayner. She, at least, with all her high and mighty ways, 
 was no unapproachable creature when it came to finding out what she 
 thought of other people's conduct. So half a dozen, at least, had more 
 or less confidentially asked if she knew of Mr. Hayne and Miss 
 Travers's meeting. Indeed she did ! and she had given Nellie her 
 opinion of her conduct very decidedly. It was Captain Rayner him- 
 self who interposed, she said, and forbade her upbraiding Nellie any 
 further. Nellie being either in an adjoining room or up in her own 
 on several occasions when these queries were propounded to her sister, 
 it goes without saying that that estimable woman, after the manner 
 of her sex, had elevated her voice in responding, so that there was 
 no possibility of the wicked girl's failing to get the full benefit of 
 the scourging she deserved. Rayner had, indeed, positively forbidden 
 her further rebuking Nellie ; but the man does not live who can prevent 
 one woman's punishing another so long as she can get within earshot, 
 and Miss Travers was'paying dearly for her independence. 
 
THE DESERTER, 99 
 
 It cannot be estimated just how great a disappointment her visit to 
 the frontier was proving to that young lady, simply because she kept 
 her own counsel. There were women in the garrison who longed to 
 take her to their hearts and homes, she was so fresh and pure and sweet 
 and winning, they said ; but how could they, when her sister would 
 recognize them only by the coldest possible nod? Nellie was not 
 happy, that was certain, though she made no complaint, and though 
 the young officers who were daily her devotees declared she was bright 
 and attractive as she could be. There were still frequent dances and 
 parties in the garrison, but March was nearly spent, and the weather 
 had been so vile and blustering that they could not move beyond the 
 limits of the post. April might bring a change for the better in the 
 wxather, but Miss Travers wondered how it could better her position. 
 
 It is hard for a woman of spirit to be materially dependent on any 
 one, and Miss Travers was virtually dependent on her brother-in-law. 
 The little share of her father's hard savings was spent on her education. 
 Once free from school, she was bound to another apprenticeship, and 
 sister Kate, though indulgent, fond, and proud, lost no opportunity of 
 telling her how much she owed to Captain E,ayner. It got to be a 
 fearful weight before the first summer was well over. It was the main 
 secret of her acceptance of Mr. Van Antwerp. And now, until she 
 would consent to name the day that should bind her for life to him, 
 she had no home but such as Kate Rayner could offer her ; and Kate 
 was bitterly offended at her. There was just one chance to end it now 
 and forever, and to relieve her sister and the captain of the burden of 
 her support. Could she make up her mind to do it ? And Mr. Van 
 Antwerp offered the opportunity. 
 
 So far from breaking with her, as she half expected, — so far from 
 being even angry and reproachful on receiving the letter she had written 
 teHing him all about her meetings with Mr. Hayne, — he had written 
 again and again, reproaching himself for his doubts and fears, begging 
 her forgiveness for having written and telegraphed to Kate, humbling 
 himself before her in the most abject way, and imploring her to recon- 
 sider her determination and to let him write to Captain and Mrs. Kay- 
 ner to return to their Eastern home at once, that the marriage might 
 take place forthwith and he could bear her away to Europe in May. 
 Letter after letter came, eager, imploring, full of tenderest love and 
 devotion, full of the saddest apprehension, never reproaching, never 
 doubting, never commanding or restraining. The man had found the 
 
100 THE DESERTER. 
 
 way to touch a woman of her generous nature : he had left all to her ; 
 he was at her mercy ; and she knew well that he loved her fervently 
 and that to lose her would wellnigh break his heart. Could she say 
 the word and be free ? Surely, as this man's wife there would be no 
 serfdom ; and, yet, could she wed a man for whom she felt no spark of 
 love ? 
 
 They went down to the creek one fine morning early in April. 
 There had been a sudden thaw of the snows up the gorges of tli n 
 Rockies, and the stream had overleaped its banks, spread over the low- 
 lands, and flooded some broad depressions in the prairie. Then, capri- 
 cious as a woman's moods, the wind whistled around from the north 
 one night and bound the lakelets in a band of ice. The skating was 
 gorgeous, and all the pretty ankles on the post were rejoicing in the 
 opportunity before the setting of another sun. Coming homeward at 
 luncheon-time, Mrs. Rayner, Mrs. Buxton, Miss Travers, and one or 
 two others, escorted by a squad of bachelors, strolled somewhat slowly 
 along Prairie Avenue towards the gate. It so happened that the 
 married ladies were foremost in the little party, when who should 
 meet them but Mr. Hayne, coming from the east gate ! Mrs. Rayner 
 and Mrs. Buxton, though passing him almost elbow to elbow, looked 
 straight ahead or otherwise avoided his eye. He raised his forage-cap 
 in general acknowledgment of the presence of ladies with the officers, 
 but glanced coldly from one to the other until his blue eyes lighted on 
 Miss Travers. No woman in that group could fail to note the leap 
 of sunshine and gladness to his face, the instant flush that rose to 
 his cheek. Miss Travers, herself, saw it quickly, as did the maiden 
 walking just behind her, and her heart bounded at the sight. She bowed 
 as their eyes met, spoke his name in low tone, and strove to hide her 
 face from Mr. Blake, who turned completely around and stole a sudden 
 glance at her. She could no more account for than she could control 
 it, but her face was burning. Mrs. Rayner, too, looked around and 
 stared at her, but this she met firmly, her dark eyes never quailing 
 before the angry glare in her sister's. Blake was beginning to like 
 Hayne and to dislike Mrs. Rayner, and he always did like mischief. 
 
 " You owe me a grudge, Miss Travers, if you did but know it," 
 he said, so that all could hear. 
 
 " You, Mr. Blake ! How can that be possible ?" 
 
 " I spoiled a serenade for you a few nights ago. I was officer of 
 the day, and caught sight of a man gazing up at your window after 
 
THE DESERTER. 101 
 
 midnight. I felt sure he was going to sing : so. like a good fellow, I 
 ran over to play an accompaniment, and then- -would yoiv believe it? 
 — he wouldn't sing, after all." 
 
 She was white now. Her eyes wera gazing almost ;mp<oivigly at 
 him. Something warned him to hold his peace, and he broke off 
 short. 
 
 " Who was it ? Oh, do tell us, Mr. Blake !" were the exclamations, 
 Mrs. Rayner being most impetuous in her demands. Again Blake 
 caught the appeal in Miss Travers's eyes. 
 
 " That's what I want to know," he responded, mendaciously. 
 M When I woke up next morning, the whole thing was a dream, and 
 T couldn't fix the fellow at all." 
 
 There was a chorus of disappointment and indignation. The idea 
 of spoiling such a gem of a sensation ! But Blake took it all com- 
 placently, until he got home. Then it began to worry him. 
 
 Was it possible that she knew he was there ? 
 
 That night there was a disturbance in the garrison. Just after ten 
 o'clock, and while the sentries were calling off the hour, a woman's 
 shrieks and cries were heard over behind the quarters of Company B 
 and close to the cottage occupied by Lieutenant Hayne. The officers 
 of the guard ran to the spot with several men, and found Private Clancy 
 struggling and swearing in the grasp of two or three soldiers, while Mrs. 
 Clancy was imploring them not to let him go, he was wild-like again ; it 
 was drink ; he had the horrors, and was batin' her while she was try in' 
 to get him home. And Clancy's appearance bore out her words. He 
 was wild and drunken ; but he swore he meant no harm ; he struggled 
 hard for freedom ; he vowed he only wanted to see the lieutenant at his 
 quarters ; and Mr. Hayne, lamp in hand, had come upon the scene, and 
 was striving to quiet the woman, who only screamed and protested the 
 louder. At his quiet order the soldiers released Clancy, and the man 
 stood patient and subordinate. 
 
 " Did you want to see me, Clancy ?" asked Mr. Hayne. 
 
 " Askin' yer pardon, sir, I did," began the man, unsteadily, and 
 evidently struggling with the fumes of the liquor he had been drinking ; 
 but before he could speak again, Mrs. Clancy's shrieks rang out on the 
 still air : 
 
 " Oh, for the love of God, howlcl him, some o' ye's ! He'll kill 
 him ! He's mad, I say ! Shure 'tis I that know him best. Oh, 
 blessed Yargin, save us ! DonH let him loose, Mistlier Foster !" she 
 
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102 THE DESERTER. 
 
 screamed- to the officer of the guard, who at that moment appeared on 
 the full ruih-" - v : ' ' 
 
 " What's the trouble ?" he a&ked, breathlessly. 
 
 "Clarify seems to have been drinking, and wants to talk with me 
 about something, Mr. Foster," said Hayne, quietly. " He belongs to 
 my company, and I will be responsible that he goes home. It is really 
 Mrs. Clancy that is making all the trouble." 
 
 " Oh, for the love of God, hear him, now, whin the man was tearin' 
 the hair o' me this minute ! Oh, howld him, men ! Shure 'tis Captain 
 Rayner wud niver let him go." 
 
 " What's the matter, Mrs. Clancy ?" spoke a quick, stern voice, and 
 Rayner, with face white as a sheet, suddenly stood in their midst. 
 
 " Oh, God be praised, it's here ye are, captin ! Shure it's Clancy, 
 sir, dhrunk, sir, and runnin' round the garrison, and batin' me, sir." 
 
 " Take him to the guard-house, Mr. Foster," was the stern, sudden 
 order. " Not a word, Clancy," as the man strove to speak. " Oif 
 with him ; and if he gives you any trouble, send for me." 
 
 And as the poor fellow was led away, silence fell upon the group. 
 Mrs. Clancy began a wail of mingled relief and misery, which the cap- 
 tain ordered her to cease and go home. More men came hurrying to 
 the spot, and presently the officer of the day. " It is all right now," 
 said Rayner to the latter. " One of my men — Clancy — was out here 
 drunk and raising a row. I have sent him to the guard-house. Go 
 back to your quarters, men. Come, captain, will you walk over home 
 with me?" 
 
 " Was Mr. Hayne here when the row occurred ?" asked the cavalry- 
 man, looking as though he wanted to hear something from the young 
 officer who stood a silent witness. 
 
 " I don't know," replied Rayner. " It makes no difference, captain. 
 It is not a case of witnesses. I shan't prefer charges against the man. 
 Come !" And he drew him hastily away. 
 
 Hayne stood watching them as they disappeared beyond the glimmer 
 of his lamp. Then a hand was placed on his arm : 
 
 " Did you notice Captain Rayner's face, — his lips ? He was ashen 
 as death." 
 
 " Come in here with me," was the reply ; and, turning, Hayne led 
 the post surgeon into the house. 
 
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 XII. 
 
 There was an unusual scene at the matin&e the following morning. 
 When Captain Ray relieved Captain Gregg as officer of the day, and 
 the two were visiting the guard-house and turning over prisoners, they 
 came upon the last name on the list, — Clancy, — and Gregg turned to 
 his regimental comrade and said, — 
 
 "No charges are preferred against Clancy, at least none as yet, 
 Captain Ray ; but his company commander requests that he be held 
 here until he can talk over his case with the colonel." 
 
 "What's he in for?" demanded Captain Ray. 
 
 " Getting drunk and raising a row and beating his wife," answered 
 Gregg ; whereat there was a titter among the soldiers. 
 
 " I never shtruck a woman in me life, sir," said poor Clancy. 
 
 " Silence, Clancy !" ordered the sergeant of the guard. 
 
 " No, I'm blessed if I believe that part of it, Clancy, drunk or no 
 drunk," said the new officer of the day. — " Take charge of him for the 
 present, sergeant." And away they went to the office. 
 
 Captain Rayner was in conversation with the commanding officer 
 as they entered, and the colonel was saying, — 
 
 " It is not the proper way to handle the case, captain. If he has 
 been guilty of drunkenness and disorderly conduct he should be brought 
 to trial at once." 
 
 " I admit that, sir ; but the case is peculiar. It was Mrs. Clancy that 
 made all the noise. I feel sure that after he is perfectly sober I can 
 give him such a talking-to as will put a stop to this trouble." 
 
 " Very well, sir. I am willing to let company commanders experi- 
 ment at least once or twice on their theories, so you can try the scheme ; 
 but we of the — th have had some years of experience with the Clancys, 
 and were not a little amused when they turned up again in our midst as 
 accredited members of your company." 
 
 " Then, as I understand you, colonel, Clancy is not to be brought to 
 trial for this affair," suddenly spoke the post surgeon. 
 
 Everybody looked up in surprise. " Pills" was the last man, 
 ordinarily, to take a hand in the " shop talk" at the morning meetings. 
 
 " No, doctor. His captain thinks it unnecessary to prefer charges." 
 
 " So do I, sir ; and, as I saw the man both before and after his 
 
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 confinement last night, I do not think it was necessary to confine 
 him." _ 
 
 " The officer of the day says there was great disorder/' said the 
 colonel, in sunrise. 
 
 " Ay, sir, so there was ; and the thing reminds me of the stories 
 they used to tell on the New York police. It looked to me as though all 
 the row was raised by Mrs. Clancy, as Captain Rayner says ; but the 
 man was arrested. That being the case, I would ask the captain for 
 what specific offence he ordered Clancy to the guard-house." 
 
 Rayner again was pale as death. He glared at the doctor in amaze 
 and incredulity, while all the officers noted his agitation and were silent 
 in surprise. It was the colonel that came to the rescue : 
 
 " Captain Rayner had abundant reason, doctor. It was after taps, 
 though only just after, and, whether causing the trouble or not, the man 
 is the responsible party, not the woman. The captain was right in causing 
 his arrest." 
 
 Rayner looked up gratefully. 
 
 " I submit to your decision, sir," said the surgeon, " and I apologize 
 for anything I may have asked that was beyond my province. Now I 
 wish to ask a question for my own guidance." 
 
 " Go on, doctor." 
 
 " In case an enlisted man of this command desire to see an officer of 
 his company, — or any other officer, for that matter, — is it a violation of 
 any military regulation for him to go to his quarters for that purpose ?" 
 
 Again was Rayner fearfully white and aged-looking. His lips 
 moved as though he would interrupt ; but discipline prevailed. 
 
 " No, doctor ; and yet we have certain customs of service to prevent 
 the men going at all manner of hours and on frivolous errands : a soldier 
 asks his first sergeant's permission first, and if denied by him, and he 
 have what he considers good reason, he can report the whole case." 
 
 " But suppose a man is not on company duty : must he hunt up his 
 first sergeant and ask permission to go and see some officer with whom 
 he has business ?" 
 
 " Well, hardly, in that case." 
 
 " That's all, sir." And the doctor subsided. 
 
 Among all the officers, as the meeting adjourned, the question was, 
 " What do you suppose ' Pills' was driving at?" 
 
 There were two or three who knew. Captain Rayner went first to 
 his quarters, where he had a few moments' hurried consultation with 
 
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 his wife ; then they left the house together, — he to have a low-toned 
 and very stern talk to rather than with the abashed Clancy, who listened 
 cap in hand and with hanging head ; she to visit the sick child of Mrs. 
 Flanigan, of Company K, whose quarters adjoined those to which the 
 Clancys had recently been assigned. When that Hibernian culprit 
 returned to his roof-tree, released from durance vile, he was surprised 
 to receive a kindly and sympathetic welcome from his captain's wife, 
 who with her own hand had mixed him some comforting drink and 
 was planning with Mrs. Clancv for their greater comfort. " If Clancy 
 will only promise to quit entirely !" interjected the partner of his joys 
 and sorrows. 
 
 Later that day, when the doctor had a little talk with Clancy, the 
 ex-dragoon declared he was going to reform for all he was worth. He 
 was only a distress to everybody when he drank. 
 
 " Ail right, Clancy. And when you are perfectly yourself you can 
 come and see Lieutenant Hayne as soon as you like." 
 
 " Loot'nant Hayne is it, sir ? Shure I'd be beggin' his pardon for 
 the vexation I gave him last night." 
 
 " But you have something you wanted to speak with him about. 
 You said so last night, Clancy," said the doctor, looking him squarely 
 in the eye. 
 
 " Shure I was dhrunk, sir. I didn't mane it," he answered ; but 
 he shrank and cowered, 
 
 The doctor turned and left him. 
 
 " If it's only when he's drunk that conscience pricks him and the 
 truth will out, then we must have him drunk again," quoth this un- 
 principled practitioner. 
 
 That same afternoon Miss Travers found that a headache was the 
 result of confinement to an atmosphere somewhat heavily charged with 
 electricity. Mrs. Rayner seemed to bristle every time she approached 
 her sister. Possibly it was the heart, more than the head, that ached, 
 but in either case she needed relief from the exposed position she had 
 occupied ever since Kate's return from the Clancys' in the morning. 
 She had been too long under fire, and was wearied. Even the cheery 
 visits of the garrison gallants had proved of little avail, for Mrs. 
 Rayner was in very ill temper, and made snappish remarks to them 
 which two of them resented and speedily took themselves off. Later 
 Miss Travers went to her room and wrote a letter, and then the sunset 
 gun shook the window, and twilight settled down upon the still frozen 
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106 THE DESERTER. 
 
 earth. She bathed her heated forehead and flushed cheeks, threw a 
 warm cloak over her shoulders, and came slowly down the stairs. Mrs. 
 Rayner met her at the parlor door. 
 
 " Kate, I am going for a walk, and shall stop and see Mrs. Waldron." 
 
 " Quite an unnecessary piece of information. I saw him as well as 
 you. He has just gone there." 
 
 Miss Travers flushed hot with indignation : 
 
 " I have seen no one ; and if you mean that Mr. Hayne has gone 
 to Major Waldron's, I shall not." 
 
 " No : I'd meet him on the walk : it would only be a trifle more 
 public." 
 
 " You have no right to accuse me of the faintest expectation of 
 meeting him anywhere. I repeat, I had not thought of such a thing." 
 
 " You might just as well do it. You cannot make your antagonism 
 to my husband much more pointed than you have already. And as 
 for meeting Mr. Hayne, the only advice I presume to give now Ls that 
 for your own sake you keep your blushes under better control than 
 you did the last time you met — that I know of." And, with this 
 triumphant insult as a parting shot, Mrs. Rayner wheeled and marched 
 off through the parlor. 
 
 What was a girl to do? Nellie Travers was not of the crying 
 kind, and was denied a vast amount of comfort in consequence. She 
 stood a few moments quivering under the lash of injustice and insult 
 to which she had been subjected. She longed for a breath of pure, 
 fresh air ; but there would be no enjoyment even in that now. She 
 needed sympathy and help, if ever girl did, but where was she to find 
 it ? The women who most attracted her and who would have warmly 
 welcomed her at any time — the women whom she would eagerly have 
 gone to in her trouble — were practically denied to her. Mrs. Rayner 
 in her quarrel had declared war against the cavalry, and Mrs. Stannard 
 and Mrs. Ray, who had shown a disposition to welcome Nellie warmly, 
 were no longer callers at the house. Mrs. Waldron, who was kind 
 and motherly to the girl and loved to have her with her, was so embar- 
 rassed by Mrs. Rayner's determined snubs that she hardly knew how 
 to treat the matter. She would no longer visit Mrs. Rayner informally, 
 as had been her custom, yet she wanted the girl to come to her. If 
 she went, Miss Travers well knew that on her return to the house she 
 would be received by a volley of sarcasms about her preference for the 
 society of people who were the avowed enemies of her benefactors. If 
 
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 she remained in the house, it was to become in person the target for her 
 sister's undeserved sneers and censure. The situation was becoming 
 simply unbearable. Twice she began and twice she tore to fragments 
 the letter for which Mr. Van Antwerp was daily imploring, and this 
 evening she once more turned and slowly sought her room, threw oif 
 her wraps, and took up her writing-desk. It was not yet dark. There 
 was still light enough for her purpose, if she went close to the window. 
 Every nerve was tingling with the sense of wrong and ignominv . 
 every throb of her heart but intensified the longing for relief from the 
 thraldom of her position. She saw only one path to lead her from 
 such crushing dependence. There was his last letter, received only 
 that day, urging, imploring her to leave Warrener forthwith. Mrs. 
 Rayner had declared to him her readiness to bring her East provided 
 she would fix an early date for the wedding. Was it not a future 
 many a girl might envy? Was he not tender, faithful, patient, de- 
 voted as man could be? Had he not social position and competence? 
 Was he not high-bred, courteous, refined, — a gentleman in all his acts 
 and words ? Why could she not love him, and be content ? There 
 on the desk lay a little scrap of note-paper ; there lay her pen ; a dozen 
 words only were necessary. One moment she gazed longingly, wist- 
 fully, at the far-away, darkening heights of the Rockies, watching the 
 last rose-tinted gleams on the snowy peaks ; then with sudden impulse 
 she seized her pen and drew the portfolio to the window-seat. As she 
 did so, a soldierly figure came briskly down the walk ; a pale, clear- 
 cut face glanced up at her casement ; a quick light of recognition and 
 pleasure flashed in his eyes ; the little forage-cap was raised with cour- 
 teous grace, though the step never slackened, and Miss Travers felt 
 that her cheek, too, was flushing again, as Mr. Hayne strode rapidly 
 
 by. She stood there another moment, and then it had grown too 
 
 dark to Avrite. 
 
 _ When Mrs. Rayner, after calling twice from the bottom of the 
 stairs, finally went up into her room and impatiently pushed open the 
 door, all was darkness except the glimmer from the hearth : 
 
 " Nellie, w T here are you ?" 
 
 " Here," answered Miss Travers, starting up from the sofa. " I 
 think I must have been asleep." 
 
 " Your head is hot as fire," said her sister, laying her firm white 
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 downright ill, by way of diversion. Just understand one thing, Nellie : 
 that doctor does not come into my house." 
 
 " What doctor ? — not that I want one," asked Miss Travers, 
 wearily. 
 
 " Dr. Pease, the post surgeon, I mean. Of course you have heard 
 how he is mixing himself in my husband's affairs and making trouble 
 with various people." 
 
 " I have heard nothing, Kate." 
 
 " I don't wonder your friends are ashamed to tell you. Things have 
 come to a pretty pass, when officers are going around holding private 
 meetings with enlisted men !" 
 
 " I hardly know the doctor at all, Kate, and cannot imagine what 
 affairs of your husband's he can interfere with." 
 
 " It was he that put up Clancy to making the disturbance at Mr. 
 Ilayne's last night and getting into the guard-house, and tried to prove 
 that he had a right to go there and that the captain had no right to 
 arrest him." 
 
 " Was Clancy trying to see Mr. Hayne ?" asked Miss Travers, 
 quickly. 
 
 " How should J know ?" said her sister, pettishly. " He was drunk, 
 and probably didn't know what he was doing." 
 
 "And Captain Rayner arrested him for — for trying to see Mr. 
 Hayne?" 
 
 " Captain Kayner arrested him for being drunk and creating a dis- 
 turbance, as it was his duty to arrest any soldier under such circum- 
 stances," replied her sister, with majestic wrath, " and I will not tolerate 
 it that you should criticise his conduct." 
 
 "I have made no criticism, Kate. I have simply made inquiry; 
 but I have learned what no one else could have made me believe." 
 
 " Nellie Travers, be careful what you say, or what you insinuate. 
 What do you mean ?" 
 
 " I mean, Kate, that it is my belief that there is something at the 
 bottom of those stories of Clancy's strange talk when in the hospital. 
 I believe he thinks he knows something which would turn all suspicion 
 from Mr. Hayne to a totally different man. I believe that, for reasons 
 which I cannot fathom, you are determined Mr. Hayne shall not see 
 him or hear of it. It was you that sent Captain Rayner over there 
 last night. Mrs. Clancy came here at tattoo, and, from the time she 
 left, you were at the front door or window. You were the first to hear 
 
THE DESERTER. 109 
 
 her cries, and came running in to tell the captain to go at once. Kate, 
 why did you stand there listening from the time she left the kitchen, 
 unless you expected to hear just what happened over there behind the 
 company barracks?" 
 
 Mrs. liayner would give no answer. Anger, rage, retaliation, all 
 in turn were pictured on her furious face, but died away before the 
 calm and unconquerable gaze in her sister's eyes. For the first time in 
 her life Kate Rayner realized that her " baby Nell" had the stronger 
 will of the two. For one instant she contemplated vengeance. A 
 torrent of invective leaped readily to her lips. " Outrage," " ingrate," 
 " insult," were the first three distinguishable epithets applied to her 
 sister or her sister's words ; then, "See if Mr. Van Antwerp will tolerate 
 such conduct. I'll write this very day," was the impotent threat that 
 followed ; and finally, utterly defeated, thoroughly convinced that she 
 was powerless against her sister's reckless love of " fair play at any 
 price," she felt that her wrath was giving way to dismay, and turned 
 and fled, lest Nellie should see the flag of surrender on her paling cheeks. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 • 
 
 Two nights after this, as Captain Buxton was sulkily going the 
 rounds of the sentries he made a discovery which greatly enlivened an 
 otherwise uneventful tour as officer of the day. It had been his general 
 custom on such occasions to take the shortest way across the parade to 
 the guard-house, make brief and perfunctory inspection there, then go 
 on down the hill to the creek valley and successively visit the sentries 
 around the stables. If the night were wet or cold, he went back the 
 same way, ignoring the sentries at the coal- and store-sheds along 
 Prairie Avenue. This was a sharply cold night, and very dark, but 
 equally still. It was between twelve and one o'clock — nearer one than 
 twelve — as he climbed the hill on his homeward way, and, instead of 
 taking the short cut, turned northward and struck for the gloomy mass 
 of sheds dimly discernible some forty yards from the crest. He had 
 heard other officers speak of the fact that Mr. Hayne's lights were 
 burning until long after midnight, and that, dropping in there, they had 
 found him seated at his desk with a green shade over his eyes, studying 
 by the aid of two student-lamps ; " boning to be a general, probably," 
 was the comment of captains of Buxton's calibre, who, having grown 
 old in the service and in their own ignorance, w r ere fiercely intolerant of 
 
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110 THE DESERTER. 
 
 lieutenants who strove to improve in professional reading instead ot 
 spending their time making out the company muster-rolls and clothing- 
 accounts, as they should do. Buxton wanted to see for himself what 
 the night-lights meant, and was plunging heavily ahead through the 
 darkness, when suddenly brought to a stand by the sharp challenge of 
 the sentry at the coal-shed. He whispered the mystic countersign over 
 the levelled bayonet of the infantryman, swearing to himself at the 
 regulation which puts an officer in such a " stand-and^deliver" attitude 
 for the time being, and then, by way of getting square with the soldier 
 for the sharply military way in which his duty as sentry had been per- 
 formed, the captain proceeded to catechise him as to his orders. The 
 soldier had been well taught, and knew all his " responses" by rote, — 
 far better than Buxton, for that matter, as the latter was anything but 
 an exemplar of perfection in tactics or sentry duty ; but this did not 
 prevent Buxton's snappishly telling him he was wrong in several points 
 and contemptuously inquiring where he had learned such trash. The 
 soldier promptly but respectfully responded that those were the exact 
 instructions he had received at the adjutant's school, and Buxton 
 knew from experience that he was getting on dangerous ground. He 
 would have stuck to his point, however, in default of something else 
 to find fault with, but that the crack of a whip, the crunching of hoofs, 
 and a rattle of wheels out in the darkness quickly diverted his atten- 
 tion. 
 
 " What's that, sentry ?" he sharply inquired. 
 " A carriage, sir. Leastwise, I think it must be." 
 " Why don't you know, sir ? It must have been on your post." 
 " No, sir ; it was 'way off my post. It drove up to Lieutenant 
 Hayne's about half an hour ago." 
 
 " Where'd it come from ?" asked the captain, eagerly. 
 " From town, sir, I suppose." And, leaving the sentry to his own 
 reflections, which, on the whole, were not complimentary to his superior 
 officer, Captain Buxton strode rapidly through the darkness to Lieuten- 
 ant Hayne's quarters. Bright lights were still burning within, both 
 on the ground-floor and in a room above. The sentries were just 
 beginning the call of one o'clock when he reached the gate and halted, 
 gazing inquisitively at the house front. Then he turned and listened 
 to the rattle of wheels growing faint in the distance as the team drove 
 away towards the prairie town. If Hayne had gone to town at that 
 hour of the night it was a most unusual proceeding, and he had not 
 
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 the colonel's permission to absent himself from the post : of that the 
 officer of the day was certain. Then, again, he would not have gone 
 and left all his lights burning. No : that vehicle, whatever it was, 
 had brought somebody out to see him, — somebody who proposed to 
 remain several hours ; otherwise the carriage would not have driven 
 away. In confirmation of this theory, he heard voices, cheery voices, 
 in laughing talk, and one of them made him prick up his ears. He 
 heard the piano crisply trilling a response to light, skilful fingers. He 
 longed for a peep within, and regretted that he had dropped Mr. Hayne 
 from the list of his acquaintance. He recognized Hayne's shadow, 
 presently, thrown by the lamp upon the curtained window, and wished 
 that his visitor would come similarly into view. He heard the clink 
 of glasses, and saw the shadow raise a wineglass to the lips, and Sam's 
 Mongolian shape flitted across the screen, bearing a tray with similar 
 suggestive objects. What meant this unheard-of conviviality on the 
 part of the ascetic, the hermit, the midnight-oil-burner, the scholarly 
 recluse of the garrison ? Buxton stared with all his eyes and listened 
 with all his ears, starting guiltily when he heard a martial footstep 
 coming quickly up the path, and faced the intruder rather unsteadily. 
 It was only the corporal of the guard, and he glanced at his superior, 
 brought his fur-gauntleted hand in salute to the rifle on his shoulder, 
 and passed on. The next moment Buxton fairly gasped with amaze : 
 he stared an instant at the window as though transfixed, then ran after 
 the corporal, called to him in low, stealthy tone to come back noise- 
 lessly, drew him by the sleeve to the front of Hayne's quarters, and 
 pointed to the parlor window. Two shadows were there now, — one 
 easily recognizable as that of the young officer in his snugly-fitting 
 undress uniform, the other slender, graceful, feminine. 
 
 " What do you make that other shadow to be, corporal ?" he 
 whispered, hoarsely and hurriedly. " Look !" And with that excla- 
 mation a shadowed arm seemed to encircle the slender form, the mous- 
 tached image to bend low and mingle with the outlined luxuriance of 
 tress that decked the other's head, and then, together, with clasping 
 arms, the shadows moved from view. 
 
 " What was the other, corporal ?" he repeated. 
 
 " Well, sir, I should say it w r as a young woman." 
 
 Buxton could hardly wait until morning to see Rayner. When he 
 passed the latter's quarters half an hour later, all was darkness ; though, 
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112 THE DESERTER. 
 
 before guard -mounting, and had a confidential and evidently exciting 
 talk with the captain ; and when he went, just as the trumpets were 
 sounding, these words were heard at the front door : 
 
 " She never left until after daylight, when the same rig drove her 
 back to town. There was a stranger with her then." 
 
 That morning both Rayner and Buxton looked hard at Mr. Hayne 
 when lie came in to the matinee; but he was just as calm and quiet 
 as ever, and, having saluted the commanding officer, took a seat by 
 Captain Gregg and was soon occupied in conversation with him. Not 
 a word was said by the officer of the day about the mysterious visitor 
 to the garrison the previous night. With Captain Rayner, however, 
 he was again in conversation much of the day, and to him, not to his 
 successor as officer of the day, did he communicate all the details of the 
 previous night's adventure and his theories thereanent. 
 
 Late that night, having occasion to step to his front door, convinced 
 that he heard stealthy footsteps on his piazza, Mr. Hayne could see no- 
 body in the darkness, but found his front gate open. He walked around 
 his little house ; but not a man was visible. His heart was full of a 
 new and strange excitement that night, and, as before, he threw on his 
 overcoat and furs and took a rapid walk around the garrison, gazing up 
 into the starry heavens and drinking in great draughts of the pure, 
 bracing air. Returning, he came down along the front of officers' row, 
 and as he approached Rayner's quarters his eyes rested longingly upon 
 the window he knew to be hers now; but all was darkness. As he 
 rapidly neared the house, however, he became aware of two bulky 
 figures at the gate, and, as he walked briskly past, recognized the over- 
 coats as those of officers. One man was doubtless Rayner, the other 
 he could not tell ; for both, the instant they recognized his step, seemed 
 to avert their heads. Once home again, he soon sought his room and 
 pillow ; but, long before he could sleep, again and again a sweet vision 
 seemed to come to him : he could not shut out the thought of Nellie 
 Travers, — of how she looked and what she said that very afternoon. 
 
 He had gone to call at Mrs. Waldron's soon after dark. He was 
 at the piano, playing for her, when he became conscious that another 
 lady had entered the room, and, turning, saw Nellie Travers. He rose 
 and bowed to her, extending his hand as he did so, and knowing that 
 his heart was thumping and his color rising as he felt the soft, warm 
 touch of her slender fingers in his grasp. She, too, had flushed,— any 
 vine could see it, though the lamps, were not turned high, nor was the 
 firelight strong. 
 
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 " Miss Travers has come to take tea very quietly with me, Mr. 
 Hayne, — she is so soon to return to the East, — and now I want you to 
 stay and join us. No one will be here but the major ; and we will have 
 a lovely time with our music. You will, won't you ?" 
 
 " So soon to return to the East !" How harsh, how strange and un- 
 welcome, the words sounded ! How they seemed to oppress him and 
 prevent his reply ! He stood a moment dazed and vaguely worried : 
 he could not explain it. He looked from Mrs. Waldron's kind face to 
 the sweet, flushed, lovely features there so near him, and something told 
 him that he could never let them go and find even hope or content in 
 life again. How, why had she so strangely come into his lonely life, 
 radiant, beautiful, bewildering as some suddenly blazing star in the 
 darkest corner of the heavens ? Whence had come this strange power 
 that enthralled him ? He gazed into her sweet face, with its downcast, 
 troubled eyes, and then, in bewilderment, turned to Mrs. Waldron : 
 
 " I — I had no idea Miss Travers was going East again just now. 
 It seems only a few days since she came." 
 
 " It is over a month ; but all the same this is a sudden decision. I 
 knew nothing of it until yesterday. — You said Mrs. Rayner was better 
 to-day, Nellie?" 
 
 " Yes, a little ; but she is far from well. I think the captain will 
 go, too, just as soon as he- can arrange for leave of absence," was the 
 low-toned answer. He had released, or rather she had withdrawn, her 
 hand, and he still stood there, fascinated. His eyes could not quit their 
 gaze. She going away ? — She ? Oh, it could not be ! "What — what 
 would life become without the sight of that radiant face, that slender, 
 graceful, girlish form? 
 
 " Is not this very unexpected ?" he struggled to say. " I thought — 
 I heard you were to spend several months here." 
 
 "It was so intended, Mr. Hayne; but my sister's health requires 
 speedy change. She has been growing worse ever since we came, and 
 she will not get well here." 
 
 " And when do you go ?" he asked, blankly. 
 
 " Just as soon as we can pack ; though we may wait two or three 
 days for a— for a telegram." 
 
 There was a complete break in the conversation for a full quarter 
 of a minute, — not such a long time in itself, but unconventionally long 
 under such circumstances. Then Mrs. Waldron suddenly and remark- 
 ably arose : 
 
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114 THE DESERTER. 
 
 "I'll leave you to entertain Mr. Hayne a few moments, Nellie. 
 I am the slave of my cook, and she knows nothing of Mr. Hayne's 
 being here to tea with us : so I must tell her and avert disaster." 
 And with this barefaced — statement on her lips and conscience, where it 
 rested with equal lightness, that exemplary lady quitted the room. In 
 the sanctity of the connubial chamber that evening, some hours later, 
 she thus explained her action to her silent spouse : 
 
 " Right or wrong, I meant that those two young people should have 
 a chance to know each other. I have been convinced for three weeks 
 that she is being forced into this New York match, and for the last 
 week that she is wretchedly unhappy. You say you' believe him a 
 wronged and injured man, only you can't prove it, and you have said 
 that nothing could be too good for him in this life as a reward for all 
 his bravery and fortitude under fearful trials. Then Nellie Travers isn't 
 too good for him, sweet as she is, and I don't care who calls me a match- 
 maker." 
 
 But with Mrs. "Waldron away the two appeared to have made but 
 halting progress towards friendship. "With all her outspoken pluck at 
 school and at home, Miss Travers was strangely ill at ease and em- 
 barrassed now. Mr. Hayne was the first to gain self-control and to 
 endeavor to bring the conversation back to a natural channel. It was 
 a struggle ; but he had grown accustomed to struggles. He could not 
 imagine that a girl whom he had met only once or twice should have 
 for him anything more than the vaguest and most casual interest. He 
 well knew by this time how deep and vehement was the interest she 
 had aroused in his heart ; but it would never do to betray himself so 
 soon. He strove to interest her in reference to the music she would 
 hear, and to learn from her where they w r ere going. This she answered. 
 They would go no farther East than St. Louis or Chicago. They might 
 go South as far as Nashville until mid-May. As for the summer, 
 it would depend on the captain and his leave of absence. It was all 
 vague and unsettled. Mrs. Rayner was so wretched that her husband 
 was convinced that she ought to leave for the States as soon as possible, 
 and of course " she" must go with her. All the gladness, brightness, 
 vivacity he had seen and heard of as her marked characteristics seemed 
 gone ; and, yet, she wanted to speak with him, — wanted to be with 
 him. What could be wrong? he asked himself. It was not until Mrs. 
 Waldron's step was heard returning that she nerved herself to sudden, 
 almost desperate, effort. She startled him with her vehemence : 
 
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 " Mr. Hayne, there is something I must tell you before I go. If 
 no opportunity occur, I'll write it." 
 
 And those were the words that had been haunting him all the 
 evening, for they were not again alone, and he had no chance to ask a 
 question. What could she mean? For years he had been living a.life 
 of stern self-denial ; but long before his promotion the last penny of 
 the obligation that, justly or otherwise, had been laid upon his shoulders 
 was paid with interest. He was a man free and self-respecting, strong, 
 resolute, and possessed of an independence that never would have been 
 his had his life run on in the same easy, trusting, happy-go-lucky style 
 in which he had spent the first two years of his army career. But in 
 his isolation he had allowed himself no thought of anything that could 
 for a moment distract him from the stern purpose to which he had de- 
 voted every energy. He would win back, command, compel, the respect 
 of his comrades, — would bring to confusion those who had sought to 
 pull him down ; and until that stood accomplished he would know no 
 other claim. In the exile of the mountain-station he saw no women 
 but the wives of his senior officers ; and they merely bowed when they 
 happened to meet him : some did not even do that. Now at last he 
 had met and yielded to the first of two conquerors before whom even 
 the bravest and the strongest go down infallibly, — Love and Death. 
 Suddenly, but irresistibly, the sweet face and thrilling tones of that 
 young girl had seized and filled his heart, to the utter exclusion of every 
 other passion ; and just in proportion to the emptiness and yearning of 
 his life before their meeting was the intensity of the love and longing 
 that possessed him now. It was useless to try and analyze the sudden- 
 ness and subtilty of its approach : the power of love had overmastered 
 him. He could only realize that it was here and he must obey. Late 
 into the morning hours he lay there, his brain whirling with its varied 
 and bewildering emotions. Win her he must, or the blackness and 
 desolation of the past five years would be as nothing compared with 
 the misery of the years to come. Woo her he would, and not without 
 hope, if ever woman's eyes gave proof of sympathy and trust. But 
 now at last he realized that the time had come when for her sake — not 
 for his — he must adopt a new course. Hitherto he had scorned and 
 repelled all overtures that were not prefaced by an expression of belief 
 in his utter innocence in the past. Hitherto he had chosen to live the 
 life of an anchorite, and had abjured the society of women. Hitherto 
 he had refused the half-extended proffers of comrades who had sought 
 
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 to continue tlie investigation of a chain of circumstances that, complete, 
 might have proved him a wronged and defrauded man. The missing 
 links were not beyond recovery in skilful hands ; but in -the shock and 
 horror which he felt on realizing that it was not only possible but cer- 
 tain that a jury of his comrade officers could deem him guilty of a low 
 crime, he hid his face and turned from all. Now the time had come 
 to reopen the case. He well knew that a revulsion of feeling had set 
 in which nothing but his own stubbornness held in check. He knew 
 that he had friends and sympathizers among officers high in rank. He 
 had only a few days before heard from Major Waldron's lips a strong 
 intimation that it was his duty to "come out of his shell" and reassert 
 himself. " You must remember this, Hayne," said he : " you had been 
 only two years in service when tried by court-martial. You were an 
 utter stranger to every member of that court. There was nothing but 
 the evidence to go upon, and that was all against you. The court was 
 made up of officers from other regiments, and was at least impartial. 
 The evidence was almost all from your own, and was presumably well 
 founded. You would call no witnesses for defence. You made your 
 almost defiant statement; refused counsel; refused advice; and what 
 could the court do but convict and sentence ? Had I been a member 
 of the court I would have voted just as was done by the court ; and 
 yet I believe you now an utterly innocent man." 
 
 So, apparently, did the colonel regard him. So, too, did several of 
 the officers of the cavalry. So, too, would most of the youngsters of 
 his own regiment if he would only give them half a chance. In any 
 event, the score was wiped out now ; he could afford to take a wife if a 
 woman learned to love him, and what wealth of tenderness and devo- 
 tion was he not ready to lavish on one who would ! But he would offer 
 no one a tarnished name. First and foremost he must now stand up and 
 fight that calumny, — " come out of his shell," as Waldron had said, and 
 give people a chance to see what manner of man he was. God helping 
 him, he would, and that without delay. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley." Mrs. 
 Rayner, ill in mind and body, had yielded to her lord's entreaties and 
 determined to start eastward with her sister without delay. Pack- 
 ing was already begun. Miss Travers had promised herself that she 
 
THE DESERTER. 117 
 
 would within thirty-six hours put Mr. Hayne in possession of certain 
 facts or theories which in her opinion bore strongly upon the " clear- 
 ing up" of the case against him ; Mr. Hayne had determined that he 
 would see Major Waldron on the coming day and begin active efforts 
 towards the restoration of his social rights ; the doctor had about decided 
 on a new project for inducing Clancy to unbosom himself of what he 
 knew ; Captain Rayner — tired of the long struggle — was almost ready 
 to welcome anything which should establish his subaltern's innocence, 
 and was on the point of asking for six months' leave just as soon as he 
 had arranged for Clancy's final discharge from service : he had reasons 
 for staying at the post until that Hibernian household w T as fairly and 
 squarely removed ; and Mrs. Clancy's plan was to take Mike to the 
 distant East, " where she had frinds." There were other schemes and 
 projects, no doubt, but these mainly concerned our leading characters, 
 and one and all they were put to the right-about by the events of the 
 following day. 
 
 The colonel, with his gruff second in command, Major Stannard, 
 had been under orders for several days to proceed on this particular 
 date to a large town a day's journey eastward by rail. A court-martial 
 composed mainly of field-officers was ordered there to assemble for 
 the trial of an old captain of cavalry whose propensity it was not so 
 much to get drunk as never to get drunk without concomitant publicity 
 and discovery. It was a rare thing for the old war-dog to take so much 
 as a glass of wine ; he went for months without it ; but the instant 
 he began to drink he was moved to do or say something disreputable, 
 and that was the trouble now. He was an unlucky old trooper, who 
 had risen from the lowest grades, fought with credit, and even, at 
 times, commanded his regiment, during the war ; but war records could 
 not save him when he wouldn't save himself, and he had to go. The 
 court was ordered, and the result was a foregone conclusion. The colonel, 
 his adjutant, and Major Stannard were to drive to town during the after- 
 noon and take the east-bound train, leaving Major Waldron in command 
 of the post ; but before guard-mounting a telegram was received which 
 was sent from department head-quarters the evening before, announcing 
 that one of the officers detailed for the court was seriously ill, and direct- 
 ing Major Waldron to take his place. So it resulted in the post being 
 left to the command of the senior captain present for duty ; and that 
 man was Captain Buxton. He had never had so big a command before 
 in all his life. 
 
118 THE DESERTER. 
 
 Major Waldron of course had to go home and make his preparations. 
 Mr. Hayne, therefore, had brief opportunity to speak with him. It was 
 seen, however, that they had a short talk together on the major's piazza, 
 and that when they parted the major shook him warmly and cordially 
 by the hand. Rayner, Buxton, Ross, and some juniors happened to be 
 coming down along the walk at the moment, and, seeing them, as though 
 with pointed meaning the major called out, so that all could hear, — 
 
 " By the way, Hayne, I wish you would drop in occasionally while 
 I'm gone and take Mrs. Waldron out for a walk or drive : my horses 
 are always at your service. And — a — I'll write to you about that matter 
 the moment I've had a chance to talk with the colonel, — to-morrow, 
 probably." And Hayne touched his cap in parting salute, and went 
 blithely off with brightened eye and rising color. 
 
 Buxton glowered after him a moment, and conversation suddenly 
 ceased in their party. Finally he blurted out, — 
 
 " Strikes me your major might do a good deal better by himself and 
 his regiment by standing up for its morale and discipline than by openly 
 flaunting his favoritism for convicts in our faces. If I were in your 
 regiment I'd cut him" 
 
 " You wouldn't have to," muttered one of the group to his neigh- 
 bor : " the cut would have been on the other side long ago." And the 
 speaker was Buxton's own subaltern. 
 
 Rayner said nothing. His eyes were troubled and anxious, and he 
 looked after Hayne with an expression far more wearied than vindictive. 
 
 " The major is fond of music, captain," said Mr. Ross, with mis- 
 chievous intent. " He hasn't been to the club since the night you sang 
 ' Eileen Alanna.' That was about the time Hayne's piano came." 
 
 " Yes," put in Foster, " Mrs. Waldron says he goes and owls Hayne 
 now night after night just to hear him play." 
 
 " It would be well for him, then, if he kept a better guard on Mr. 
 Hayne's other visitors," said Buxton, with a black scowl. " I don't 
 know how you gentlemen in the Riflers look upon such matters, but in 
 the — th the man who dared to introduce a woman of the town into his 
 quarters would be kicked out in short order." 
 
 " You don't mean to say that anybody accuses Hayne of that, do 
 you?" asked Ross, in amaze. 
 
 " I do, — -just that. Only, I say this to you, it has but just come to 
 light, and only one or two know it. To prove it positively he's got 
 to be allowed more rope ; for he got her out of the way last time before 
 
THE DESERTER. 119 
 
 we could clinch the matter. If he suspects it is known he won't re- 
 peat it ; if kept to . ourselves he will probably try it again, — and be 
 caught. Now I charge you all to regard this as confidential." 
 
 "But, Captain Buxton," said Ross, "this is so serious a matter 
 that I don't like to believe it. Who can prove such a story ?" 
 
 " Of course not, Mr. Ross. You are quite ready to treat a man as 
 a thief, but can't believe he'll do another thing that is disreputable. 
 That is characteristic of your style of reasoning," said Buxton, with 
 biting sarcasm. 
 
 " You can't wither me with contempt, Captain Buxton. I have a 
 right to my opinion, and I have known Mr. Hayne for years, and if I 
 did believe him guilty of one crime five years ago I'm not so ready to 
 believe him guilty of another now. This isn't — isn't like Hayne." 
 
 " No, of course not, as I said before. Now, will you tell me, Mr. 
 Ross, just why Mr. Hayne chose that ramshackle old shanty out there 
 on the prairie, all by himself, unless it was to be where he could have 
 his chosen companions with him at night and no one be the wiser?" 
 
 " I don't pretend to fathom his motives, sir ; but I don't believe it 
 was for any such purpose as you seem to think." 
 
 "In other words, you think I'm circulating baseless scandal, do 
 you?" 
 
 " I have said nothing of the kind ; and I protest against your put- 
 ting words into my mouth I never used." 
 
 " You intimated as much, anyhow, and you plainly don't believe it." 
 
 " Well, I don't believe — that is, I don't see how it could happen." 
 
 " Couldn't the woman drive out from town after dark, send the 
 carriage back, and have it call for her again in the morning?" asked 
 Buxton. 
 
 "Possibly. Still, it isn't a proved fact that a woman spent the 
 night at Hayne's, even if a carriage was seen coming out. You've got 
 hold of some Sudsville gossip, probably," replied Ross. 
 
 "I have, have I? By God, sir, I'll teach you better manners 
 before we get through with this question. Do you know who saw 
 the carriage, and who saw the woman, both at Hayne's quarters?" 
 
 " Certainly I don't ! What I don't understand is how you should 
 have been made the recipient of the story." 
 
 "Mr. Ross, just govern your tongue, sir, and remember you are 
 speaking to your superior officer, and don't venture to treat my state- 
 ments with disrespect hereafter. I saio it myself!" 
 
120 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " You /" gulped Ross, while amaze and incredulity shot across his 
 startled face. 
 
 " You I" exclaimed others of the group, in evident astonishment 
 and dismay. Rayner alone looked unchanged. It was no news to him, 
 while to every other man in the party it was a shock. Up to that 
 instant the prevailing belief had been, with Ross, that Buxton had 
 found some garrison gossip and was building an edifice thereon. His 
 positive statement, however, was too much for the most incredulous. 
 
 " Now what have you to say?" he asked, in rude triumph. 
 
 There was no answer for a moment ; then Ross spoke : 
 
 " Of course, Captain Buxton, I withdraw any expression of doubt. 
 It never occurred to me that you could have seen it. May I ask when 
 and how ?" 
 
 " The last time I was officer of the day, sir ; and Captain Rayner 
 is my witness as to the time. Others, whom I need not mention, saw 
 it with me. There is no mistake, sir. The woman was there." And 
 Buxton stood enjoying the effect. 
 
 Ross looked white and dazed. He turned slowly away, hesitated, 
 looked back, then exclaimed, — 
 
 " You are sure it was — it was not some one that had a right to be 
 there?" 
 
 " How could it be ?" said Buxton, gruffly. " You know he has 
 not an acquaintance in town, or here, who could be with him there at 
 night." 
 
 " Does the commanding officer know of it?" asked Mr. Royce, after 
 a moment's silence. 
 
 " / am the commanding officer, Mr. Royce," said Buxton, with 
 majestic dignity, — " at least I will be after twelve o'clock ; and you 
 may depend upon it, gentlemen, this thing will not occur while I am 
 in command without its receiving the exact treatment it deserves. Re- 
 member, now, not a word of this to anybody. You are as much in- 
 terested as I am in bringing to justice a man who will disgrace his uni- 
 form and his regiment and insult every lady in the garrison by such an 
 act. This sort of thing of course will run him out of the service for 
 good and all. We simply have to be sure of our ground and make the 
 evidence conclusive. Leave that to me the next time it happens. I 
 repeat, say nothing of this to any one." 
 
 But Rayner had already told his wife. 
 
 Just as Major Waldron was driving off to the station that bright 
 
THE DESERTER. 121 
 
 April afternoon and his carriage was whirling through the east gate, the 
 driver caught sight of Lieutenant Hayne running up Prairie Avenue, 
 waving his hand and shouting to hiru. He reined in his spirited bays 
 with some difficulty, and Hayne finally caught up with them. 
 
 " What is it, Hayne?" asked Waldron, with kindly interest, leaning 
 out of his carriage. 
 
 " They will be back to-night, sir. Here is a telegram that has just 
 reached me." 
 
 " I can't tell you how sorry I am not to be here to welcome them ; 
 but Mrs. Waldron will be delighted, and she will come to call the 
 moment you let her know. Keep them till I get back, if you possibly 
 can." 
 
 " Ay, ay, sir. Good-by." 
 
 " Good-by, Hayne. God bless you, and — good luck !" 
 
 A little later that afternoon Mrs. Rayner had occasion to go into 
 her sister's room. It was almost sunset, and Nellie had been summoned 
 down-stairs to see visitors. Both the ladies were busy with their pack- 
 ing, — Mrs. Rayner, as became an invalid, superintending, and Miss 
 Travers, as became the junior, doing all the work. It was rather trying 
 to pack all the trunks and receive visitors of both sexes at odd hours. 
 Some of her garrison acquaintances would have been glad to come and 
 help, but those whom she would have welcomed were not agreeable to 
 the lady of the house, and those the lady of the house would have 
 chosen were not agreeable to her. The relations between the sisters 
 were somewhat strained and unnatural, and had been growing more and 
 more so for several days past. Mrs. Rayner's desk was already packed 
 away. She wanted to send a note, and bethought her of her sister's 
 portfolio. Opening it, she drew out some paper and envelopes, and 
 with the latter came an envelope sealed and directed. One glance at 
 its superscription sent the blood to her cheek and fire to her eye. Was 
 it possible? Was it credible? Her pet, her baby sister, her pride and 
 delight, — until she found her stronger in will, — her proud-spirited, 
 truthful Nell, was beyond question corresponding with Lieutenant 
 Hayne ! Here was a note addressed to him. How many more might 
 not have been exchanged ? Ruthlessly now she explored the desk, 
 searching for something from him, but her scrutiny was vain. Oh, 
 what could she say, what could she do, to convey to her erring sister 
 an adequate sense of the extent of her displeasure ? How could she 
 bring her to realize the shame, the guilt, the scandal, of her course? 
 F 11 
 
122 THE DESERTER. 
 
 She, Nellie Travcrs, the betrothed wife of Steven Van Antwerp, corre- 
 sponding secretly with this — this scoundrel, whose past, crime-laden as 
 it had been, was as nothing compared to the present with its degrada- 
 tion of vice ? Ah ! she had it ! What would ever move her as that 
 could and must? 
 
 When the trumpets rang out their sunset call and the boom of the 
 evening gun shook the windows *in Fort Warrencr and Nellie Travers 
 came running up-stairs again to her room, she started at the sight that 
 met her eyes. There stood Mrs. Rayner, like Juno in wrath inflexible, 
 glaring at her from the commanding height of which she was so proud, 
 and pointing in speechless indignation at the little note that lay upon 
 the open portfolio. 
 
 For a moment neither spoke. Then Miss Travers, who had turned 
 very white, but whose blue eyes never flinched and whose lips were set 
 and whose little loot was tapping the carpet ominously, thus began : 
 
 " Kate, I do not recognize your right to overhaul my desk or super- 
 vise my correspondence." 
 
 " Understand this first, Cornelia," said Mrs. Rayner, who bated the 
 baptismal name as much as did her sister, and used it only when she 
 desired to be especially and desperately impressive : " I found it by 
 accident. I never dreamed of such a possibility as this. I never, 
 even after what I have seen and heard, could have believed you guilty 
 of this; but, now that I have found it, I have the right to ask, what 
 are its contents ?" 
 
 " I decline to tell you." 
 
 " Do you deny my right to inquire?" 
 
 " I will not discuss that question now. The other is far graver. 
 I will not tell you, Kate, except this : there is no word there that an 
 engaged girl should not write." 
 
 "Of that r mean to satisfy myself, or rather " 
 
 " You will not open it, Kate. No ! Put that letter down ! You 
 have never known me to prevaricate in the faintest degree, and you 
 have no excuse for doubting. I will furnish a copy of that for Mr, 
 Van Antwerp at any time ; but you cannot see it." 
 
 "You still persist in your wicked and unnatural intimacy with that 
 man, even after all that I have told you. Now for the last time hear 
 me: I have striven not to tell you this; I have striven not to sully 
 your thoughts by such a revelation ; but, since nothing else will check 
 you, tell it I must, and what I tell you my husband told me in sacred 
 
THE DESERTER. 123 
 
 confidence, though soon enough it will be a scandal to the whole gar- 
 rison." 
 
 And when darkness settled down on Fort Warrener that starlit 
 April evening and the first warm breeze from the south came sighing 
 about the casements and one by one the lights appeared along officers' 
 row, there was no light in Nellie Travers's window. The little note lay 
 in ashes on the hearth, and she, with burning, shame-stricken cheeks, 
 with a black, scorching, gnawing pain at her heart, was hiding her face 
 in her pillow. 
 
 And yet it was a jolly evening, after all, — that is, for some hours 
 and for some people. As Mrs. Rayner and her sister were so soon to 
 go, probably by the morrow's train if their section could be secured, 
 the garrison had decided to have an informal dance as a suitable fare- 
 well. Their announcement of impending departure had come so sud- 
 denly and unexpectedly that there was no time to prepare anything 
 elaborate, such as a german with favors, etc. ; but good music and an 
 extemporized supper could be had without trouble. The colonel's wife 
 and most of the cavalry ladies, on consultation, had decided that it was 
 the very thing to do, and the young officers took hold with a will : 
 they were always ready for a dance. Now that Mrs. Rayner was 
 really going, the quarrel should be ignored, and the ladies would all be 
 as pleasant to her as though nothing had happened, — provided, of course, 
 she dropped her absurd airs of injured womanhood and behaved with 
 courtesy. The colonel had had a brief talk with his better half before 
 starting for the train, and suggested that it was very probable that Mrs. 
 Rayner had seen the folly of her ways by that time, — the captain cer- 
 tainly had been behaving as though he regretted the estrangement, — 
 and if encouraged by a " let's-drop-the-whole-thing" sort of manner 
 she would be glad to reciprocate. He felt far less anxiety herein than 
 he did in leaving the post to the command of Captain Buxton. So 
 scrupulously had he been courteous to that intractable veteran that 
 Buxton had no doubt in his own mind that the colonel looked upon him 
 as the model officer of the regiment. It was singularly unfortunate 
 that he should have to be left in command, but his one or two seniors 
 among the captains were away on long leave, and there was no help for 
 it. The colonel, seriously disquieted, had a few words of earnest talk 
 with him before leaving the post, cautioning him so particularly not to 
 interfere with any of the established details and customs that Buxton 
 got very much annoyed, and showed it. 
 
124 THE DESERTER 
 
 " If your evidence were not imperatively necessary before this court, 
 I declare I believe I'd leave you behind/' said the colonel to his adju- 
 tant. " There is no telling what mischief Captain Buxton won't do if 
 left to himself." 
 
 It must have been near midnight, and the hop was going along 
 beautifully, and Captain Rayner, who was officer of the day, was just 
 escorting his wife in to supper, and Nellie, although looking a trifle 
 tired and pale, was chatting brightly with a knot of young officers 
 when a corporal of the guard came to the door : " The commanding 
 officer's compliments, and he desires to see the officer of the day at 
 once." 
 
 There was a general laugh. " Isn't that Buxton all over ? The 
 colonel would never think of sending for an officer in the dead of night, 
 except for a fire or alarm ; but old Bux. begins putting on frills the 
 moment he gets a chance. Thank God, I'm not on guard to-night V* 
 said Mr. Royce. 
 
 "What can he want with you?" asked Mrs. Rayner, pettishly. 
 " The idea of one captain ordering another around like this !" 
 
 " I'll be back in five minutes," said Rayner, as he picked up his 
 sword and disappeared. 
 
 But ten minutes — fifteen — passed, and he came not. Mrs. Ray- 
 ner grew worried, and Mr. Blake led her out on the rude piazza to see 
 what they could see, and several others strolled out at the same time. 
 The music had ceased, and the night air was not too cold. Not a soul 
 was in sight out on the starlit parade. Not an unusual sound was 
 heard. There was nothing to indicate the faintest trouble; and yet 
 Captain Buxton, the commanding officer, had been called out by his 
 " striker" or soldier-servant before eleven o'clock, had not returned at 
 all, and in little over half an hour had sent for the officer of the day. 
 What did it mean ? Questioning and talking thus among themselves, 
 somebody said, " Hark !" and held up a warning hand. 
 
 Faint, far, muffled, there sounded on the night air a shot, then a 
 woman's scream ; then all was still. 
 
 " Mrs. Clancy again !" said one. 
 
 " That was not Mrs. Clancy : 'twas a far different voice," answered 
 Blake, and tore away across the parade as fast as his long legs would 
 carry him. 
 
 " Look ! The guard are running too !" cried Mrs. Waldron. " What 
 can it be ?" And, sure enough, the gleam of the rifles could be seen 
 
THE DESERTER. 125 
 
 as the raen ran rapidly away in the direction of the east gate. Mrs. 
 Earner had grown ghastly, and was looking at Miss Travers, who with 
 white lips and clinched hands stood leaning on one of the wooden 
 posts and gazing with all her eyes across the dim level. Others came 
 hurrying out from the hall. Other young officers ran in pursuit of the 
 first starters. " What's the matter ? What's happened ?" were the 
 questions that flew from lip to lip. 
 
 " I — I must go home," faltered Mrs. Rayner. " Come, Nellie !" 
 ' " Oh, don't go, Mrs. Rayner. It can't be anything serious." 
 
 But, even as they urged, a man came running towards them. 
 
 " Is the doctor here ?" he panted. 
 
 " Yes. What's the trouble ?" asked Dr. Pease, as he squeezed his 
 burly form through the crowded door-way. 
 
 " You're wanted, sir. Loot'nant Hayne's shot ; an' Captain Ray- 
 ner he's hurt too, sir." 
 
 XV. 
 
 Straight as an arrow Mr. Blake had sped across the parade, darted 
 through the east gate, and, turning, had arrived breathless at the wooden 
 porch of Hayne's quarters. Two bewildered-looking members of the 
 guard were at the door. Blake pushed his way through the little hall- 
 way and into the dimly-lighted parlor, where a strange scene met his 
 eyes : Lieutenant Hayne lay senseless and white upon the lounge across 
 the room ; a young and pretty woman, singularly like him in feature 
 and in the color of her abundant tresses, was kneeling beside him, chafing 
 his hands, imploring him to speak, — to look at her, — unmindful of the 
 fact that her feet were bare and that only a loose wrapper was thrown 
 over her white night-dress ; Captain Rayner was seated in a chair, deathly 
 white, and striving to stanch the blood that flowed from a deep gash 
 in his temple and forehead ; he seemed still stunned as by the force of 
 the blow that had felled him ; and Buxton, speechless with amaze and 
 heaven only knows what other emotions, was glaring at a tall, athletic 
 stranger who, in stocking- feet, undershirt, and trousers, held by three 
 frightened-looking soldiers and covered by the carbine of a fourth, was 
 hurling defiance and denunciation at the commanding officer. A re- 
 volver lay upon the floor at the feet of a corporal of the guard, who 
 was groaning in pain. A thin veil of powder-smoke floated through 
 the room. As Blake leaped in, — his cavalry shoulder-knots and helmet- 
 cords gleaming in the light, — a flash of recognition shot into the stranger's 
 
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126 THE DESERTER. 
 
 eyes, and he curbed his fearful excitement and stopped short in his wrath. 
 
 " What devil's work is this?" demanded Blake, glaring intuitively 
 at Buxton. 
 
 " These people resisted my guards, and had to take the consequences," 
 said Buxton, with surly — yet shaken — dignity. 
 
 " What were the guards doing here ? What, in God's name, are you 
 doing here ?" demanded Blake, forgetful of all consideration of rank 
 and command in the face of such evident catastrophe. 
 
 " I ordered them here, — to enter and search." 
 
 A pause. 
 
 " Search what?— what for?" 
 
 " For — a woman I had reason to believe he had brought out here 
 from town." 
 
 " What f You infernal idiot ! Why, she's his own sister, and this 
 gentleman's wife !" 
 
 The silence, broken only by the hard breathing of some of the 
 excited men and the moaning cry of the woman, was for a moment 
 intense. 
 
 " Isn't this Mr. Hurley ?" asked Blake, suddenly, as though to make 
 sure, and turning one instant from his furious glare at his superior 
 officer. The stranger, still held, though no longer struggling, replied 
 between his set teeth, — 
 
 " Certainly. I've told him so." 
 
 " By heaven, Buxton, is there no limit to your asininity ? What 
 fearful work will you do next?" 
 
 " I'll arrest you, sir, if you speak another disrespectful word !" 
 thundered Buxton, recovering consciousness that as commanding officer 
 he could defend himself against Blake's assault. 
 
 " Do it and be you know what I would, say if a lady were not 
 
 present ! Do it, if you think you can stand having this thing ventilated 
 by a court. Pah ! I can't waste words on you. Who's gone for the 
 doctor? Here, you men, let go of Mr. Hurley now. Help me, Mr. 
 Hurley, please. Get your wife back to her room. Bring me some 
 water, one of you." And with that he was bending over Hayne and 
 unbuttoning the fatigue-uniform in which he was still dressed. Another 
 moment, and the doctor had come in, and with him half the young 
 officers of the garrison. Rayner was led away to his own quarters. 
 Buxton, dazed and frightened now, ordered the guards back to their 
 post, and stood pondering over the enormity of his blunder. No one 
 
THE DESERTER. 127 
 
 spoke to him or paid the faintest attention other than to elbow him out 
 of the way occasionally. The doctor never so much as noticed him. 
 Blake had briefly recounted the catastrophe to those who first arrived, 
 and as the story went from mouth to mouth it grew no better for Buxton. 
 Once he turned short on Mr. Foster and in aggrieved and sullen tone 
 remarked, — 
 
 " I thought you fellows in the Riflers said he had no relations." 
 
 " We weren't apt to be invited to meet them if he had ; but I don't 
 know that anybody was in position to know anything about it. What's 
 chat got to do with this affair, I'd like to hear?" 
 
 At last somebody took him home. Mrs. Waldron, meantime, had 
 arrived and been admitted to Mrs. Hurley's room. The doctor refused 
 to go to Captain Rayner's, even when a messenger came from Mrs. 
 Rayner herself. He referred her to his assistant, Dr. Grimes. Hayne 
 had regained consciousness, but was sorely shaken. He had been floored 
 by a blow from the butt of a musket ; but the report that he was shot 
 proved happily untrue. His right hand still lay near the hilt of his 
 light sword : there was little question that he had raised his weapon 
 against a superior officer and would have used it with telling effect. 
 
 Few people slept that night along officers' row. Never had Warrener 
 heard of such excitement. Buxton knew not what to do. He paced the 
 floor in agony of mind, for he well understood that there was no shirk- 
 ing the responsibility. From beginning to end he was the cause of the 
 whole catastrophe. He had gone so far as to order his corporal to fire, 
 and he knew it could be proved against him. Thank God, the per- 
 plexed corporal had shot high, and the other men, barring the one who 
 had saved Rayner from a furious lunge of the lieutenant's sword, had 
 used their weapons as gingerly and reluctantly as possible. At the very 
 least, he knew, an investigation and fearful scandal must come of it. 
 Night though it was, he sent for the acting adjutant and several of his 
 brother captains, and, setting refreshments before them, besought their 
 advice. He was still commanding officer de jure, but he had lost all 
 stomach for its functions. He would have been glad to send for Blake 
 and beg his pardon for submitting to his insubordinate and abusive lan- 
 guage, if that course could have stopped inquiry ; but he well knew that 
 the whole thing would be noised abroad in less than no time. At first 
 he thought to give orders against the telegraph-operator's sending any 
 messages concerning the matter ; but that would hav*e been only a tem- 
 porary hinderance : he could not control the instruments and operators 
 
128 THE DESERTER. 
 
 in town, only three miles away. He almost wished he had been 
 knocked down, shot, or stabbed in the mUee ; but he had kept in the 
 rear when the skirmish began, and Rayner and the corporal were the 
 sufferers. They had been knocked " endwise" by Mr. Hurley's prac- 
 tised fists after Hayne was struck down by the corporal's musket. It 
 was the universal sentiment among the officers of the — th as they 
 scattered to their homes that Buxton had " wound himself up this time, 
 anyhow ;" and no one had any sympathy for him, — not one. The very 
 best light in which he could tell the story only showed the affair as a 
 flagrant and inexcusable outrage. 
 
 Captain Rayner, too, was in fearful plight. He had simply obeyed 
 orders ; but all the old story of his persecution of Hayne would now be 
 revived ; all men would see in his participation in the affair only addi- 
 tional reason to adjudge him cruelly persistent in his hatred of the young 
 officer, and, in view of the utter ruthlessness and wrong of this assault, 
 would be more than ever confident of the falsity of his position in the 
 original case. As he was slowly led up-stairs to his room and his tear- 
 ful wife and silent sister-in-law bathed and cleansed his wound, he saw 
 with frightful clearness how the crush of circumstances was now upon 
 him and his good name. Great heaven ! how those words of Hayne's 
 five years before rang, throbbed, burned, beat like trip-hammers through 
 his whirling brain ! It seemed as though they followed him and his 
 fortunes like a curse. He sat silent, stunned, awe-stricken at the force 
 of the calamity that had befallen him. How could he ever induce an 
 officer and a gentleman to believe that he was no instigator in this 
 matter? — that it was all Buxton's doing, Buxton's low imagination 
 that had conceived the possibility of such a crime on the part of Mr. 
 Hayne, and Buxton's blundering, bull-headed abuse of authority that 
 had capped the fatal climax? It was some time before hisw r ife could 
 get him to speak at all. She was hysterically bemoaning the fate that 
 had brought them into contact with such people, and from time to time 
 giving vent to the comforting assertion that never had there been a 
 cloud on their domestic or regimental sky until that wretch had been 
 assigned to the Riflers. She knew from the hurried and guarded ex- 
 planations of Dr. Grimes and one or two young officers who helped 
 Rayner home that the fracas had occurred at Mr. Hayne's, — that there 
 had been a mistake for which her husband was not responsible, but that 
 Captain Buxton was entirely to blame. But her husband's ashen face 
 told her a story of something far deeper : she knew that now he was 
 
THE DESERTER. 129 
 
 involved in fearful trouble, and, whatever may have been her inner- 
 most thoughts, it was the first and irresistible impulse to throw all the 
 blame upon her scapegoat. Miss Travers, almost as pale and quite as 
 silent as the captain, was busying herself in helping her sister ; but she 
 could with difficulty restrain her longing to bid her be silent. She, too, 
 had endeavored to learn from her escort on their hurried homeward 
 rush across the parade what the nature of the disturbance had been. 
 She, too, had suggested Clancy, but the officer by her side set his teeth 
 as he replied that he wished it had been Clancy. She had heard, too, 
 the message brought by a cavalry trumpeter from Mr. Blake : he 
 wanted Captain Ray to come to Mr. Hayne's as soon as he had seen 
 Mrs. Ray safely home, and would he please ask Mrs. Stannard to come 
 with him at the same time ? Why should Mr. Blake want Mrs. Stan- 
 nard at Mr. Hayne's? She saw Mr. Foster run up and speak a few 
 words to Mrs. Waldron, and heard that lady reply, " Certainly. I will 
 go with you now." What could it mean ? At last, as she was return- 
 ing to her sister's room after a moment's absence, she heard a question 
 at which her heart stood still. It was Mrs. Rayner who asked, — 
 " But the creature was there, was she not ?" 
 The answer sounded more like a moan of anguish : 
 
 " The creature was his sister. It was her husband who " 
 
 But, as Captain Rayner buried his battered face in his hands at this 
 juncture, the rest of the sentence was inaudible. Miss Travers had 
 heard quite enough, however. She stood there one moment, appalled, 
 dropped upon the floor the bandage she had been making, turned and 
 sought her room, and was seen no more that night. 
 
 Over the day or two that followed this affair the veil of silence 
 may best be drawn, in order to give time for the sediment of truth 
 to settle through the whirlpool of stories in violent circulation. The 
 colonel came back on the first train after the adjournment of the court, 
 and could hardly wait for that formality. Contrary to his custom of 
 "sleeping on" a question, he was in his office within half an hour 
 after his return to the post, and from that time until near tattoo was 
 busily occupied taking the statements of the active participants in the 
 affair. This was three days after*its occurrence ; and Captain Rayner, 
 though up and able to be about, had not left his quarters. Mrs. Ray- 
 ner had abandoned her trip to the East, for the present at least. Mr. 
 Hayne still lay weak and prostrate in his darkened room, attended 
 hourly by Dr. Pease, who feared brain-fever, and nursed assiduously 
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130 THE DESERTER. 
 
 by Mrs. Hurley, for whom Mrs. Waldron, Mrs. Stannard, and many 
 other ladies in the garrison could not do enough to content themselves. 
 Mr. Hurley's wrist was badly sprained and in a sling ; but the colonel 
 went purposely to call upon him and to shake his other hand, and he 
 begged to be permitted to see Mrs. Hurley, who came in pale and soft- 
 eyed and with a gentle demeanor that touched the colonel more than 
 he could tell. Her cheek flushed for a moment as he bent low over 
 her hand and told her how bitterly he regretted that his absence from 
 the post had resulted in so grievous an experience : it was not the 
 welcome he and his regiment would have given her had they known of 
 her intended visit. To Mr. Hurley he briefly said that he need not 
 fear but that full justice would be meted out to the instigator or in- 
 stigators of the assault ; but, as a something to make partial amends 
 for their suffering, he said that nothing now could check the turn of 
 the tide in their brother's favor. All the cavalry officers except Bux- 
 ton, all the infantry officers except Rayner, had already been to call 
 upon him since the night of the occurrence, and had striven to show 
 how distressed they were over the outrageous blunders of their tem- 
 porary commander. Buxton had written a note expressive of a desire 
 to see him and " explain," but was informed that explanations from 
 him simply aggravated the injury; and Rayner, crushed and humili- 
 ated, was fairly in hiding in his raom, too sick at heart to want to 
 see anybody, and waiting for the action of the authorities in the con- 
 fident expectation that nothing less than court-martial and disgrace 
 would be his share of the outcome. He would gladly have resigned 
 and gone at once, but that would have been resigning under virtual 
 charges : he had to stay, and his wife had to stay with him, and Nellie 
 Avith her. By this time Nellie Travers did not want to go. She had 
 but one thought now, — to make amends to Mr. Hayne for the wrong her 
 thoughts had done him. It was time for Mr. Van Antwerp to come 
 to the wide West and look after his interests ; but Mrs. Rayner had 
 ceased to urge, while he continued to implore her to bring Nellie East 
 at once. Almost any man as rich and independent as Steven Van 
 Antwerp would have gone to the scene and settled matters for himself 
 Singularly enough, this one solution of the problem seemed never to 
 occur to him as feasible. 
 
 Meantime, the colonel had patiently unravelled the threads and had 
 brought to light the whole truth and nothing but the truth. It made 
 a singularly simple story, after all • but that was so much the worse for 
 
THE DESERTER. 131 
 
 Buxton. The only near relation Mr. Hayne had in the world was this 
 one younger sister, who six years before had married a manly, ener- 
 getic fellow, a civil engineer in the employ of an Eastern railway. 
 During Hayne's " mountain-station" exile Hurley had brought his wife 
 to Denver, where far better prospects awaited him. He won promotion 
 in his profession, and was now one of the principal engineers employed 
 by a road running new lines through the Colorado Rockies. Journey- 
 ing to Salt Lake, he came around by way of Warrener, so that bis 
 wife and he might have a look at the brother she had not seen in years. 
 Their train was due there early in the afternoon, but was blocked by 
 drifts and did not reach the station until late at night. There they 
 found a note from him begging them to take a carriage they would find 
 waiting for them and come right out and spend the night at his quarters : 
 he would send them back in abundant time to catch the westward train 
 in the morning. He could not come in, because that involved the 
 necessity of asking his captain's permission, and they knew his relations 
 with that Captain. It was her shadow Buxton had seen on the window- 
 screen ; and as none of Buxton's acquaintances had ever mentioned that 
 Hayne had any relations, and as Hayne, in fact, had had no one for 
 years to talk to about his personal affairs, nobody but himself and the 
 telegraph-operator at the post really knew of their sudden visit. Bux- 
 ton, being an unmitigated cad, had put the worst interpretation on his 
 discovery, and, in his eagerness to clinch the evidence of conduct unbe- 
 coming an officer and a gentleman upon Mr. Hayne, had taken no wise 
 head into his confidence. Never dreaming that the shadow could be that 
 of a blood-relation, never doubting that a fair, frail companion from the 
 frontier town was the explanation of Mr. Hayne's preference for that 
 out-of-the way house and late hours, he stated his discovery to Rayner 
 as a positive fact, going so far as to say that his sentries had recognized 
 her as she drove away in the carriage. If he had not been an ass as 
 well as a cad, he would have interviewed the driver of the carriage ; 
 but he had jumped at his theory, and his sudden elevation to the com- 
 mand of the post gave him opportunity to carry out his virtuous de- 
 termination that no such goings-on should disgrace his administration. 
 He gave instructions to certain soldier clerks and "daily-duty" men 
 employed in the quartermaster, commissary, and ordnance offices along 
 Prairie Avenue to keep their eyes open and let him know of any visi- 
 tors coming out to Hayne's by night, and if a lady came in a carriage he 
 was to be called at once. Mr. Hurley promised that on their return 
 
132 THE DESERTER. 
 
 from Salt Lake they would come back by way of Warrener and spend 
 two days with Hayne, since only an hour or two had they enjoyed of his 
 company on their way West j and the very day that the officers went off 
 to the court came the telegram saying the Hurleys would arrive that 
 evening. Hayne had already talked over their prospective visit with 
 Major Waldron, and the latter had told his wife ; but all intercourse 
 of a friendly character was at an end between them and the Kayners 
 and Buxtons ; there were no more gossipy chats among the ladies. In- 
 deed, it so happened that only to one or two people had Mrs. Waldron 
 had time to mention that Mr. Hayne's sister was coming, and neither 
 the Hayners nor Buxtons had heard of it ; neither had Nellie Travers, 
 for it was after the evening of her last visit that Mrs. Waldron was told. 
 Hayne ran with his telegram to the major, and the latter had in- 
 troduced himself and Major Stannard to Mrs. Hurley when, after a 
 weary wait of some hours, the train arrived. Blake, too, was there, on 
 the lookout for some friends, and he was presented to Mrs. Hurley while 
 her husband was attending to some matters about the baggage. The 
 train went on eastward, carrying the field-officers with it. Blake had 
 to go with his friends back to the post, and Mr. and Mrs. Hurley, after 
 the former had attended to some business and seen some railway asso- 
 ciates of his at the hotel, took the carriage they had had before and 
 drove out to the garrison, where Private Schweinkopf saw the lady rap- 
 turously welcomed by Lieutenant Hayne and escorted into the house, 
 while Mr. Hurley remained settling with the driver out in the darkness. 
 It was not long before the commanding officer pro tern, was called from 
 the hop-room, where the dance was going on delightfully, and notified 
 that the mysterious visitor had again appeared, with evident intention 
 of spending the night, as the carriage had returned to town. " Why, 
 certainly," reasoned Buxton. " It's the very night he would choose, 
 since everybody will be at the hop : no one will be apt to interfere, and 
 everybody will be unusually drowsy and less inclined to take notice in 
 the morning." Here was ample opportunity for a brilliant stroke of 
 work. He would first satisfy himself she w r as there, then surround 
 the house with sentries so that she could not escape, while he, with 
 the officer of the day and the corporal of the guard, entered the house 
 and confronted him and her. That would wind up Mr. Hayne's 
 career beyond question : nothing short of dismissal could result. 
 Over he went, full of his project, listened at Hayne's like the eaves- 
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THE DESERTER. . 133 
 
 and heard the silvery, happy laugh, and then it was ne sent for Ray- 
 ner. It was near midnight when he led his forces to the attack. A 
 light was now burning in the second story, which he thought must be 
 Sam's; but the lights had been turned low in the parlor, and the 
 occupants had disappeared from sight and hearing. By inquiry he 
 had ascertained that Hayne's bedroom was just back of the parlor. 
 A man was stationed at the back door, others at the sides, with orders 
 to arrest any one who attempted to escape ; then softly he stepped to the 
 front door, telling Rayner to follow him, and the corporal of the guard 
 to follow both. To his surprise, the door was unlocked, and a light 
 was burning in the hall. Never knocking, he stepped in, marched 
 through the hall into the parlor, which was empty, and, signalling 
 " Come on" to his followers, crossed the parlor and seized the knob 
 of the bedroom door. It was locked. Rayner, looking white and wor- 
 ried, stood just behind him, and the corporal but a step farther back. 
 Before Buxton could knock and demand admission, which was his 
 intention, quick footsteps came flying down the stairs from the second 
 story, and the trio wheeled about in surprise, to find Mr. Hayne, dressed 
 in his fatigue uniform, standing at the threshold and staring at them 
 with mingled astonishment, incredulity, and indignation. A sudden 
 light seemed to dawn upon him as he glanced from one to the other. 
 With a leap like a cat he threw himself upon Buxton, hurled him 
 back, and stood at the closed door confronting them with blazing eyes 
 and clinching fists. 
 
 " Open that door, sir !" cried Buxton. " You have a woman hid- 
 den there. Open, or stand aside." 
 
 " You hounds ! I'll kill the first man who dares enter !" was the 
 furious answer; and Hayne had snatched from the wall his long in- 
 fantry sword and flashed the blade in the lamplight. Rayner made 
 a step forward, half irresolute. Hayne leaped at him like a tiger. 
 " Fire ! Quick !" shouted Buxton, in wild excitement. Bang ! went 
 the carbine, and the bullet crashed through the plaster overhead, and, 
 seeing the gleaming steel at his superior's throat, the corporal had sent 
 the heavy butt crashing upon the lieutenant's skull only just in time : 
 there would have been murder in another second. The next instant he 
 was standing on his own head in the corner, seeing a multitude of 
 twinkling, whirling stars, from the midst of which Captain Rayner 
 was reeling backward over a chair and a number of soldiers were rush • 
 
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134 . THE DESERTER. 
 
 ing upon a powerful picture of furious manhood, — a stranger in shirt- 
 sleeves, who had leaped from the bedroom. 
 
 Told as it was — as it had to be — all over the department, there 
 seemed but one thing to say, and that referred to Buxton : " Well ! 
 isnH he a phenomenal ass ?" 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Mr. Hayne was up and around again. The springtime was coming, 
 and the prairie roads were good and dry, and the doctor had told him 
 he must live in the open air awhile and ride and walk and drive. He 
 stood in no want of " mounts," for three or four of his cavalry friends 
 were ready to lend him a saddle-horse any day. Mr. and Mrs. Hurley, 
 after making many pleasant acquaintances, had gone on to Denver, and 
 Captain Buxton was congratulating himself that he, at least, had not 
 run foul of the engineer's powerful fists. Buxton was not in arrest, 
 for the case had proved a singular " poser." It occurred during the 
 temporary absence of the colonel : he could not well place the captain 
 under arrest for things he had done when acting as post commander. 
 In obedience to his orders from department head-quarters, he made his 
 report of the affair, and indicated that Captain Buxton's conduct had 
 been inexcusable. Rayner had done nothing but, as was proved, re- 
 luctantly obey the captain's orders, so he could not be tried. Hayne, 
 who had committed one of the most serious crimes in the military cata- 
 logue, — that of drawing and raising a weapon against an officer who 
 was in discharge of his duty (Rayner), — had the sympathy of the whole 
 command, and nobody would prefer charges against him. The general 
 decided to have the report go up to division head-quarters, and thence 
 it went with its varied comments and endorsements to Washington ; 
 and now a court of inquiry was talked of. Meantime, poor bewildered 
 Buxton was let severely alone. What made him utterly miserable was 
 the fact that in his own regiment, the — th, nobody spoke of it except 
 as something that everybody knew was sure to happen the moment he 
 got in command. If it hadn't been that 'twould have been something 
 else. The only certainty was that Buxton would never lose a chance 
 of making an ass of himself. Instead of being furious with him, the 
 whole regiment — officers and men — simply ridiculed and laughed at 
 him. He had talked of preferring charges against Blake for insubordi- 
 nation, and asked the adjutant what he thought of it. It was the first 
 
THE DESERTER. 135 
 
 time he had spoken to the adjutant for weeks, and the adjutant rushed 
 out of the office to tell the crowd to come in and " hear Buxton's latest." 
 It began to look as though nothing serious would ever come of the 
 affair, until Rayner reappeared and people saw how very ill he was. Dr. 
 Pease had been consulted ; and it was settled that he as well as his wife 
 must go away for several months and have complete rest and change. 
 It was decided that they would leave by the 1st of May. All this Mr. 
 Hayne heard through his kind friend Mrs. Waldron. 
 
 One day when he first began to sit up, and before he had been out 
 at all, she came and sat with him in his sunshiny parlor. There had 
 been a silence for a moment as she looked around upon the few pictures 
 and upon that bareness and coldness which, do what he will, no man 
 can eradicate from his abiding-place until he calls in the deft and dainty 
 hand of woman. 
 
 " I shall be so glad when you have a wife, Mr. Hayne !" was her 
 quiet comment. 
 
 " So shall I, Mrs. Waldron," was the response. 
 
 " And isn't it high time we were beginning to hear of a choice ? 
 Forgive my intrusiveness, but that was the very matter of which the 
 major and I were talking as he brought me over." 
 
 " There is something to be done first, Mrs. Waldron," he answered. 
 " I cannot offer any woman a clouded name. It is not enough that 
 people should begin to believe that I was innocent and my persecutors 
 utterly in error, if not perjured. I must be able to show who was the 
 real culprit, and that is not easy. The doctor and I thought we saw a 
 way not long ago ; but it proved delusive." And he sighed deeply. " I 
 had expected to see the major about it the very day he got back from 
 the court ; but we have had no chance to talk." 
 
 " Mr. Hayne," she said, impulsively, " a woman's intuition is not 
 always at fault. Tell me if you believe that any one on the post has 
 any inkling of the truth. I have a reason for asking." 
 
 " I did think it possible, Mrs. Waldron. I cannot be certain now ; 
 and it's too late, anyway." 
 
 " How, too late ? What's too late ?" 
 
 He paused a moment, a deeper shadow than usual on his face ; then 
 he lifted his head and looked fairly at her : 
 
 " I should not have said that, Mrs. Waldron. It can never be too 
 late. But what I mean is that — just now I spoke of offering no woman 
 
136 THE DESERTER. 
 
 a clouded name. Even if it were unclouded, I could not offer it where 
 I would." 
 
 " Because you have heard of the engagement ?" was the quick, eager 
 question. There was no instant of doubt in the woman as to where the 
 offering would be made, if it only could. 
 
 " I knew of the engagement only a day ago," he answered, with 
 stern effort at self-control. " Blake was speaking of her, and it came 
 out all of a sudden." 
 
 He turned his head away again. It was more than Mrs. Waldron 
 could stand. She leaned impetuously towards him, and put her hand 
 on his : 
 
 " Mr. Hayne, that is no engagement of heart to heart. It is entirely 
 a thing of Mrs. Rayner's doing ; and I know it. She is poor, — depend- 
 ent, — and has been simply sold into bondage." 
 
 " And you think she cares nothing for the position, the wealth and 
 social advantages, this would give her? Ah, Mrs. Waldron, consider." 
 
 " I have considered. Mr. Hayne, if I were a man, like you, that 
 child should never go back to him. And they are going next week. 
 You must get well." 
 
 It was remarked that Mr. Hayne was out surprisingly quick for 
 a fellow who had been so recently threatened with brain-fever. The 
 Rayners were to go East at once, so it was said, though the captain's 
 leave of absence had not yet been ordered. The colonel could grant 
 him seven days at any time, and he had telegraphic notification that 
 there would be no objection when the formal application reached the 
 War Department. Rayner called at the colonel's office and asked that 
 he might be permitted to start with his wife and sister. His second 
 lieutenant would move in and occupy his quarters and take care of all 
 his personal effects during their absence ; and Lieutenant Hayne was a 
 most thorough officer, and he felt that in turning over his company to 
 him he left it in excellent hands. The colonel saw the misery in the 
 captain's face, and he was touched by both looks and words : 
 
 "You must not take this last affair too much to heart, Captain 
 Rayner. We in the — th have known Captain Buxton so many years 
 that with us there is no question as to where all the blame lies. It 
 seems, too, to be clearly understood by Mr. Hayne. As for your 
 previous ideas of that officer, I consider it too delicate a matter to 
 speak of. Yoa must see, however, how entirely beyond reproach his 
 general character appears to have been. But here's another matter : 
 
THE DESERTER. 137 
 
 Clancy's discharge has arrived. Does the old fellow know you had 
 requested it?" 
 
 "No, sir," answered Rayner, with hesitation and embarrassment. 
 "We wanted to keep him straight, as I told you we would, and he 
 would probably get on a big tear if he knew his service-days were 
 numbered. I didn't look for its being granted for forty-eight hours 
 yet." 
 
 "Weil, he will know it before night; and no doubt he will be 
 badly cut up. Clancy was a fine soldier before he married that har- 
 ridan of a woman." 
 
 " She has made him a good wife since they came into the Riflers, 
 colonel, and has taken mighty good care of the old fellow." 
 
 " It is more than she did in the — th, sir. She was a handsome, 
 showy woman when I first saw her, — before my promotion to the regi- 
 ment, — and Clancy was one of the finest soldiers in the brigade the last 
 year of the war. She ran through all his money, though, and in the 
 — th we looked upon her as the real cause of his break-down, — especially 
 after her affair with that sergeant who deserted. You've heard of him, 
 probably. He disappeared after the Battle Butte campaign, and we 
 hoped he'd run off with Mrs. Clancy ; but he hadn't. She was there 
 when we got back, big as ever, and growing ugly." 
 
 " Do you mean that Mrs. Clancy had a lover when she was in the 
 — th?" 
 
 " Certainly, Captain Rayner; We supposed it was commonly known. 
 He was a fine-looking, black-eyed, dark-haired, dashing fellow, of good 
 education, a great swell among the men the short time he was with us, 
 and Mrs. Clancy made a dead set at him from the start. He never 
 seemed to care for her very much." 
 
 " This is something I never heard of," said Rayner, with grave face, 
 " and it will be a good deal of a shock to my wife, for she had arranged 
 to take her East with Clancy and Kate, and they were to invest their 
 money in some little business at her old home." 
 
 " Yes : it was mainly on the woman's account we wouldn't re-enlist 
 Clancy in the — th. We could stand him, but she was too much for us, 
 — and for the other sergeant, too. He avoided her before we started on 
 the campaign, I fancy. Odd ! I can't think of his name. — Billings, 
 what was the name of that howling swell of a sergeant who was in 
 Hull's troop at Battle Butte, — time Hull was killed ? I mean the man 
 that Mrs. Clancy was said to have eloped with." 
 
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138 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " Sergeant Gower, sir," said the adjutant, without looking up from 
 liis work. He did look up, however, when a moment after the captain 
 hurriedly left the office, and he saw that Rayner's face was deathly 
 white : it was ghastly. 
 
 " What took Rayner off so suddenly ?" said the colonel, wheeling 
 around in his chair. 
 
 " I don't know, sir, unless there was something to startle him in 
 the name." 
 
 "Why should there be?" 
 
 " There are those who think that Gower got away with more than 
 his horse and arms, colonel : he was not at Battle Butte, though, and 
 that is what made it a mystery." 
 
 "Where was he then?" 
 
 "Back with the wagon- train, sir; and he never got in sight of the 
 Buttes or Rayner's battalion. You know Rayner had four companies 
 there." 
 
 " I don't see how Gower could have taken the money, if that's 
 what you mean, if he never came up to the Buttes : Rayner swore it 
 was there in Hull's original package. Then, too, how could Gower's 
 name affect him if he had never seen him?" 
 
 " Possibly he has heard something. Clancy has been talking." 
 
 " I have looked into that," said the colonel. " Clancy denies know- 
 ing anything, — says he was drunk and didn't know what he was talk- 
 ing about." 
 
 All the same it was queer, thought the adjutant, and he greatly 
 wanted to see the doctor and talk with him ; but by the time his office- 
 work was done the doctor had gone to town, and when he came back 
 he was sent for to the laundress's quarters, where Mrs. Clancy was in 
 hysterics and Michael had again been very bad. 
 
 Soon after the captain's return to his quarters, it seems, a messenger 
 was sent from Mrs. Rayner requesting Mrs. Clancy to come and see 
 her at once. She was ushered up-stairs to madame's own apartment, 
 much to Miss Travers's surprise, and that young lady was further as- 
 tonished, when Mrs. Clancy reappeared, nearly an hour later, to see 
 that she had been weeping violently. The house was in some disorder, 
 most of the trunks being packed and in readiness for the start, and 
 Miss Travers was entertaining two or three young officers and waiting 
 for her sister to come down to luncheon. " The boys" were lachrymose 
 over her prospective departure, — at least they affected to be, — and wer<; 
 
THE DESERTER. 139 
 
 variously sprawled about the parlor when Mrs. Clancy descended, and 
 the inflamed condition of her eyes and nose became apparent to all. 
 There was much chaff and fun, therefore, when Mrs. Rayner finally 
 appeared, over the supposed affliction of the big Irishwoman at the 
 prospect of parting with her patroness. Miss Travers saw with sin- 
 gular sensations that both the captain and her usually self-reliant sister 
 were annoyed and embarrassed by the topic and strove to change it ; 
 but Foster's propensity for mimicry and his ability to imitate Mrs. 
 Clancy's combined brogue and sniffle proved too much fur their efforts. 
 Kate was in a royally bad temper by the time the youngsters left the 
 house, and when Nellie would have made some laughing allusion to 
 the fun the young fellows had been having over her morning caller, she 
 was suddenly and tartly checked with — 
 
 " We've had too much of that already. Just understand now that 
 you have no time to waste, if your packing is unfinished. We start 
 to-morrow afternoon." 
 
 " Why, Kate ! I had no idea we were to go for two days yet ! Of 
 course I can be ready ; but why did you not tell me before ?" 
 
 " I did not know it — at least it was not decided — until this morn- 
 ing, after the captain came back from the office. There is nothing to 
 prevent our going, now that he has seen the colonel.' ' 
 
 " There was not before, Kate ; for Mr. Billings told me yesterday 
 morning, and I told you, that the colonel had said you could start at 
 once, and you replied that the captain could not be ready for several 
 days, — three at least." 
 
 " Well, now he is; and that ends it. Never mind what changed 
 his mind." 
 
 It was unsafe to trifle with Nellie Travers, as Mrs. Rayner might 
 have known. She saw that something had occurred to make the cap- 
 tain eager to start at once ; and then there was that immediate sending 
 for Mrs. Clancy, the long, secret talk up in Kate's room, the evident 
 mental disturbance of both feminines on their respective reappearances, 
 and the sudden announcement to her. While there could be no time 
 to make formal parting calls, there were still some two or three ladies 
 in the garrison whom she longed to see before saying adieu ; and then 
 there was Mr. Hayne, whom she had wronged quite as bitterly as any- 
 one else had wronged him. He was out that day for the first time, and 
 she longed to see him and longed to fulfil the neglected promise. That 
 she must do at the very least. If she could not see him, she must write, 
 
140 THE DESERTER. 
 
 that he might have the note before they went away. All these thoughts 
 were rushing through her brain as she busied herself about her little 
 room, stowing away dresses and dropping everything from time to time 
 to dart into her sister's room in answer to some querulous call. Yet 
 never did she leave without a quick glance from her window up and 
 down the row. For whom was she looking ? 
 
 It was just about dusk when she heard crying down-stairs, — a child, 
 and apparently in the kitchen. Mrs. Rayner was with the baby, and 
 Miss Travers started for the stairs, calling that she would go and see 
 what it meant. She was down in the hall before Mrs. Rayner' s imper- 
 ative and repeated calls brought her to a full stop. 
 
 " What is it ?" she inquired. 
 
 " You come back here and hold baby. I know perfectly what it is. 
 It is Kate Clancy ; and she wants me. You can do nothing." 
 
 Too late, madame ! The intervening doors were opened, and in 
 marched cook, leading the poor little Irish girl, who was sobbing 
 piteously. Mrs. Rayner came down the stairs with all speed, bringing 
 her burly son and heir in her arms. She would have ordered Nell aloft, 
 but what excuse could she give ? and Miss Travers was already bending 
 over the child and striving to still her heart-breaking cries. 
 
 " What is it ? Where's your father ?" demanded Mrs. Rayner. 
 
 "Oh, ma'am, I don't know. I came here to tell the captain. 
 Shure he's discharged, ma'am, an' his heart's broke entirely, an' 
 mother says we're all to go with the captain to-morrow, an' he swears 
 he'll kill himself before he'll go, an' I can't find him, ma'am. It's 
 almost dark now." 
 
 " Go back and tell your mother I want her instantly. We'll find 
 your father. Go !" she repeated, as the child shrank and hesitated. 
 " Here, — the front way !" And little Kate sped away into the shadows 
 across the dim level of the parade. 
 
 Then the sisters faced each other. There was a fire in the younger's 
 eye that Mrs. Rayner would have escaped if she could. 
 
 " Kate, it is to get Clancy away from the possibility of revealing 
 what he knows that you have planned this sudden move, and I know 
 it," said Miss Travers. " You need not answer." 
 
 She seized a wrap from the hat-rack and stepped to the door- way. 
 Mrs. Rayner threw herself after her. 
 
 " Nellie, where are you going ? What will you do ?" 
 
 " To Mrs. Waldron's, Kate ; if need be, to Mr. Hayne's." 
 
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 A bright fire was burning in Major Waldron's cosey parlor, where 
 he and his good wife were seated in earnest talk. It was just after 
 sunset when Mr. Hayne dropped in to pay his first visit after the few 
 days in which he had been confined to his quarters. He was looking 
 thin, paler than usual, and far more restless and eager in manner than 
 of old. The Waldrons welcomed him with more than usual warmth, 
 and the major speedily led the conversation up to the topic which was 
 so near to his heart. 
 
 " You and I must see the doctor and have a triangular council over 
 this thing, Hayne. Three heads are better than none ; and if, as he 
 suspects, old Clancy really knows anything when he's drunk that he 
 cannot tell when he's sober, I shall depart from Mrs. Waldron's prin- 
 ciples and join the doctor in his pet scheme of getting him drunk again. 
 'In vino Veritas? you know. And we ought to be about it, too, for it 
 won't be long before his discharge comes, and, once away, we should be 
 in the lurch." 
 
 " There seems so little hope there, major. Even the colonel has 
 called him up and questioned him." 
 
 " Ay, very true, but always when the old sergeant was sober. It 
 is when drunk that Clancy's conscience pricks him to tell what he 
 either knows or suspects." 
 
 A light, quick footstep was heard on the piazza, the hall door 
 opened, and without knock or ring, bursting impetuously in upon them, 
 there suddenly appeared Miss Travers, her eyes dilated with excite- 
 ment. At sight of the group she stopped short, and colored to the 
 very roots of her shining hair. 
 
 " How glad I am to see you, Nellie !" exclaimed Mrs. Waldron, as 
 all rose to greet her. An embarrassed, half-distraught reply was her 
 only answer. She had extended both hands to the elder lady; but 
 now, startled, almost stunned, at finding herself in the presence of the 
 very man she most wanted to see, she stood with downcast eyes, irreso- 
 lute. He, too, had not stepped forward, — had not offered his hand. 
 She raised her blue eyes for one quick glance, and saw his pale, pain- 
 thinned face, read anew the story of his patience, his suffering, his 
 heroism, and realized how she too had wronged him and that her very 
 awkwardness and silence might tell him that shameful fact. It was 
 more than she could stand. 
 
 " I came — purposely. I hoped to find you, Mr. Hayne. You — 
 you remember that I had something to tell you. It was about Clancy. 
 
142 THE DESERTER. 
 
 You ought to see him. I'm sure you ought, for he must kuow — he or 
 Mrs. Clancy — something about your — your trouble ; and I've just this 
 minute heard that they — that he's going away to-morrow ; and you 
 must find him to-night, Mr. Hayne : indeed you must." 
 
 Who can paint her as she stood there, blushing, pleading, eager, 
 frightened, yet determined ? Who can picture the wild emotion in his 
 heart, reflected in his face ? He stepped quickly to her side with the 
 light leaping to his eyes, his hands extended as though to grasp hers ; 
 but it was Waldron that spoke first : 
 
 "Where is he going? — how?" 
 
 "Oh, with us, major. We go to-morrow, and they go with us. 
 My sister has some reason — I cannot fathom it. She wants them 
 away from here, and Clancy's discharge came to-day. He must see 
 him first," she said, indicating Mr. Hayne by the nod of her pretty 
 head. "They say Clancy has run off and got away from his wife. 
 He doesn't want to be discharged. They cannot find him now ; but 
 perhaps Mr. Hayne can. — Mr. Hayne, try to. Yon — you must." 
 
 " Indeed we must, Hayne, and quick about it," said the major. 
 " Now is our chance, I verily believe. Let us get the doctor first ; 
 then little Kate will best know where to look for Clancy. Come, man, 
 get your overcoat." And he hastened to the hall. 
 
 Hayne followed as though in a dream, reached the threshold, 
 turned, looked back, made one quick step toward Miss Travers with 
 outstretched hand, then checked himself as suddenly. His yearning 
 eyes seemed fastened on her burning face, his lips quivered with the 
 intensity of his emotion. She raised her eyes and gave him one quick 
 look, half entreaty, half command ; he seemed ineffectually struggling 
 to speak, — to thank her. One moment of irresolution, then, without 
 a word of any kind, he sprang to the door. She carried his parting 
 glance in her heart of hearts all night long. There was no mistaking 
 what it told. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The morning report of the following day showed some items under 
 the head of " Alterations" that involved several of the soldier characters 
 of this story. Ex-Sergeant Clancy had been dropped from the column 
 of present " on daily duty" and taken up on that of absent without leave. 
 Lieutenant Hayne was also reported absent. Dr. Pease and Lieutenant 
 Billings drove into the garrison from town just before the cavalry 
 
THE DESERTER. 143 
 
 trumpets were sounding first call for guard-mounting, and the adjutant 
 sent one of the musicians to give his compliments to Mr. Royce and ask 
 him to mount the guard for him, as he had just returned and had im- 
 portant business with the colonel. The doctor and the adjutant 
 together went into the colonel's quarters, and for the first time on 
 record the commanding officer was not at the desk in his office when 
 the shoulder-straps began to gather for the matinee. 
 
 Ten minutes after the usual time the adjutant darted in and plunged 
 with his characteristic impetuosity into the pile of passes and other papers 
 stacked up by the sergeant-major at his table. To all questions as to 
 where he had been and what was the matter with the colonel he replied, 
 with more than usual asperity of manner, — the asperity engendered of 
 some years of having to answer the host of questions propounded by 
 vacant minds at his own busiest hour of the day, — that the colonel 
 would tell them all about it himself; he had no time for a word. The 
 evident manner of suppressed excitement, however, was something few 
 failed to note ; and every man in the room felt certain that when the 
 colonel came there would be a revelation. It was with something bor- 
 dering on indignation, therefore, that the assemblage heard the words 
 that intimated to them that all might retire. The colonel had come in 
 very quietly, received the report of the officer of the day, relieved him, 
 and dismissed the new officer of the day with the brief formula, " Usual 
 orders, sir," then glanced quickly around the silent circle of grave, 
 bearded or boyish faces. His eyes rested for an instant with something 
 like shock and trouble upon one face, pale, haggard, with almost blood- 
 less lips, and yet full of fierce determination, — a face that haunted him 
 long afterwards, it was so full of agony, of suspense, almost of pleading, 
 — the face of Captain Rayner. 
 
 Then, dispensing with the customary talk, he quietly spoke the 
 disappointing words, — 
 
 " I am somewhat late this morning, gentlemen, and several matters 
 will occupy my attention : so I will not detain you further." 
 
 The crowd seemed to find their feet very slowly. There was visible 
 disinclination to go. Every man in some inexplicable way appeared 
 to know that there was a new mystery hanging over the garrison, and 
 that the colonel held the key. Every man felt that Billings had 
 given him the right to expect to be told all about it when the colonel 
 came. Some looked reproachfully at Billings, as though to remind him 
 of their expectations : Stannard, his old stand-by, passed him with a 
 
144 THE DESERTER. 
 
 gruff " Thought you said the colonel had something to tell us," and 
 went out with an air of injured and defrauded dignity. Rayner arose, 
 and seemed to be making preparations to depart with the others, and 
 some of the number, connecting him unerringly with the prevailing 
 sensation, appeared to hold back and wait for him to precede them and 
 so secure to themselves the satisfaction of knowing that, if it was a 
 matter connected with Rayner, they "had him along" and nothing 
 could take place without their hearing it. These men were very few, 
 however; but Buxton was one of them. Rayner's eyes were fixed 
 upon the colonel and searching for a sign, and it came, — a little motion 
 of the hand and a nod of the head that signified " Stay." Then, as 
 Buxton and one or two of his stamp still dallied irresolute, the colonel 
 turned somewhat sharply to them : " Was there any matter on which 
 you wished to see me, gentlemen ?" and, as there was none, they had to 
 go. Then Rayner was alone with the colonel ; for Mr. Billings quickly 
 arose, and, with a significant glance at his commander, left the room 
 and closed the door. 
 
 Mrs. Rayner, gazing from her parlor windows, saw that all the 
 officers had come out except one, — her husband, — and with a moan of 
 misery she covered her face with her hands and sank upon the sofa. 
 With cheeks as white as her sister's, with eyes full of trouble and per- 
 plexity, but tearless, Nellie Travers stepped quickly into the room and 
 put a trembling white hand upon the other's shoulder : 
 
 " Kate, it is no time for so bitter an estrangement as this. I have 
 done simply what our soldier father would have done had he been here. 
 I am fully aware of what it must cost me. I knew when I did it that 
 you would never again welcome me to your home. Once East again, 
 you and I can go our ways ; I won't burden you longer ; but is it not 
 better that you should tell me in what way your husband or you can 
 have been injured by what I have done?" 
 
 Mrs. Rayner impatiently shook away the hand. 
 
 " I don't want to talk to you," was the blunt answer. " You have 
 carried out your threat and — ruined us : that's all." 
 
 " What can you mean ? Do you want me to think that because 
 Mr. Hayne's innocence may be established your husband was the guilty 
 man ? Certainly your manner leads to that inference ; though his does 
 not, by any means." 
 
 " I don't want to talk, I tell you. You've had your way, — done 
 your work. You'll see soon enough the hideous web of trouble you've 
 
THE DESERTER. 145 
 
 entangled about my husband. Don't you dare say — don't you dare 
 think" — and now she rose with sudden fury — " that he was the — that 
 he lost the money ! But that's what all others will think." 
 
 " If that were true, Kate, there would be this difference between 
 his trouble and Mr. Hayne's : Captain Rayner would have wife, wealth, 
 and friends to help him bear the cross ; Mr. Hayne has borne it five 
 long years unaided. I pray God the truth has been brought to light." 
 
 What fierce reply Mrs. Rayner might have given, who knows? 
 but at that instant a quick step was heard on the piazza, the door opened 
 suddenly, and Captain Rayner entered with a rush. The pallor had 
 gone ; a light of eager, half-incredulous joy beamed from his eyes, he 
 threw his cap upon the floor, and his wife had risen and thrown her 
 arms about his neck. 
 
 " Have they found him ?" was her breathless question. " What has 
 happened ? You look so different." 
 
 " Found him ? Yes ; and he has told everything ?" 
 
 "Told— what?" 
 
 " Told that he and Gower were the men. They took it all." 
 
 "Clancy! — and Gower! The thieves, do you mean? Is that — 
 is that what he confessed ?" she asked, in wild wonderment, in almost 
 stupefied amaze, releasing him from her arms and stepping back, her 
 eyes searching his face. 
 
 " Nothing else in the world, Kate. I don't understand it at all. 
 I'm all a-tremble yet. It clears Hayne utterly. It at least explains 
 how I was mistaken. But what — what could she have meant ?" 
 
 Mrs. Rayner stood like one in a dream, her eyes staring, her lips 
 quivering ; and Nellie, with throbbing pulses and clasping hands, looked 
 eagerly from husband to wife, as though beseeching some explanation. 
 
 " What did she mean ? What did she mean ? I say again," asked 
 Rayner, pressing his hand to his forehead and gazing fixedly at his wife. 
 
 A moment longer she stood there, as though a light — a long-hidden 
 truth — were slowly forcing itself upon her mind. Then, with impulsive 
 movement, she hurried through the dining-room, threw open the kitchen 
 door, and startled the domestics at their late breakfast. 
 
 " Ryan," she called to the soldier-servant who rose hastily from the 
 table, " go and tell Mrs. Clancy I want her instantly. Do you under- 
 stand ? Instantly !" And Ryan seized his forage-cap and vanished. 
 
 It was perhaps ten minutes before he returned. When he did so it 
 was apparent that Mrs. Rayner had been crying copiously, and that 
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146 THE DESERTER. 
 
 Miss Travers, too, was much affected. The captain was pacing the 
 room with nervous strides in mingled relief and agitation. All looked 
 up expectant as the soldier re-entered. He had the air of a man who 
 knew he bore tidings of vivid and mysterious interest, but he curbed 
 the excitement of his manner until it shone only through his snapping 
 eyes, saluted, and reported with professional gravity : 
 
 " Mrs. Clancy's clean gone, sir." 
 
 "Gone where?" 
 
 " Nobody knows, sir. She's just lit out with her trunk and best 
 clothes some time last night." 
 
 " Gone to her husband in town, maybe ?" 
 
 "No, sir. Clancy's all right: he was caught last evening, and 
 hadn't time to get more'n half drunk before they lodged him. Loo- 
 tenant Hayne got him, sir. They had him afore a justice of the peace 
 early this morning " 
 
 " Yes, I know all that. What I want is Mrs. Clancy. What has 
 become of her ?" 
 
 " Faith, I don't know, sir, but the women in Sudsville they all say 
 she's run away, sir, — taken her money and gone. She's afraid of 
 Clancy's peaching on her." 
 
 " By heavens ! the thing is clearing itself !" exclaimed Rayner to 
 his gasping and wild-eyed wife. " I must go to the colonel at once 
 with his news." And away he went. 
 
 And then again, as the orderly retired, and the sisters were left 
 alone, Nellie Travers with trembling lips asked the question, — 
 
 " Have I done so much harm, after all, Kate ?" 
 
 " Oh, Nellie ! Nellie ! forgive me, for I have been nearly mad with 
 misery !" was Mrs. Rayner's answer, as she burst into a fresh paroxysm 
 of tears. " That — that woman has — has told me fearful lies." 
 
 There was a strange scene that day at Warrener when, towards noon, 
 two carriages drove out from town and, entering the east gate, rolled 
 over towards the guard-house. The soldiers clustered about the barrack 
 porches and stared at the occupants. In the first — a livery hack from 
 town — were two sheriffs officers, while cowering on the back seat, his hat 
 pulled down over his eyes, was poor old Clancy, to whom clung faithful 
 little Kate. In the rear carriage — Major Waldron's — were Mr. Hayne, 
 the major, and a civilian whom some of the men had no difficulty in 
 recognizing as the official charged with the administration of justice 
 towards offenders against the peace. Many of the soldiers strolled 
 
THE DESERTER. 147 
 
 slowly up the road, in hopes of hearing all about the arrest, and what 
 it meant, from straggling members of the guard. All knew it meant 
 something more than a mere " break" on the part of Clancy ; all felt 
 that it had some connection with the long-continued mystery that hung 
 about the name of Lieutenant Hayne. Then, too, it was being noised 
 abroad that Mrs. Clancy had " skipped" and between two suns had fled 
 for parts unknown. She could be overhauled by telegraph if she had 
 left on either of the night freights or gone down towards Denver by 
 the early morning passenger-train ; it would be easy enough to capture 
 her if she were "wanted," said the garrison; but what did it mean 
 that Clancy was pursued by officers of the post and brought back 
 under charge of officers of the law ? He had had trouble enough, poor 
 fellow ! 
 
 The officer of the guard looked wonderingly at the carriages and 
 their occupants. He saluted Major Waldron as the latter stepped 
 briskly down. 
 
 " You will take charge of Clancy, Mr. Graham," said the major. 
 " His discharge will be recalled : at least it will not take effect to-day. 
 You will be interested in knowing that his voluntary confession fully 
 establishes Mr. Hayne's innocence of the charges on which he was 
 tried." 
 
 Mr. Graham's face turned all manner of colors. He glanced at 
 Hayne, who, still seated in the carriage, was as calmly indifferent to 
 him as ever : he was gazing across the wide parade at the windows in 
 officers' row. Little Kate's sobs as the soldiers were helping her 
 father from the carriage suddenly recalled his wandering thoughts. He 
 sprang to the ground, stepped quickly to the child, and put his arms 
 about her. 
 
 " Clancy, tell her to come with us. Mrs. Waldron will take loving 
 care of her, and she shall come to see you every day. The guard-house 
 is no place for her to follow you. Tell her so, man, and she will go 
 with us. — Come, Katie, child !" And he bent tenderly over the sob- 
 bing little waif. 
 
 "Thank ye, sir. I know ye'll be good to her. Go with the 
 lootenant, Kate darlin' ; go. Shure I'll be happier then." 
 
 And, trembling, he bent and kissed her wet cheeks. She threw her 
 arms around his neck and clung to him in an agony of grief. Gently 
 they strove to disengage her clasping arms, but she shrieked and strug- 
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148 THE DESERTER. 
 
 standing by who turned their heads away to hide the unbidden tears, 
 and with a quiver in his kind voice the major interposed : 
 
 " Let her stay awhile : it will be better for both. Don't put him in 
 the prison-room, Graham. Keep them by themselves for a while. We 
 will come for her by and by." And then, before them all, lie held 
 forth his hand and gave Clancy's a cordial grasp : 
 
 " Cheer up, man. You've taken the right step at last. You are a 
 free man to-day, even if you are a prisoner for the time being. Bette: 
 this a thousand times than what you were." 
 
 Hayne, too, spoke a few kind words in a low tone, and gave the old 
 soldier his hand at parting. Then the guard closed the door, and father 
 and daughter were left alone. As the groups around the guard-house 
 began to break up and move away, and the officers, re-entering the 
 carriages, drove over to head-quarters, a rollicking Irishman called to 
 the sergeant of the guard, — 
 
 " Does he know the ould woman's skipped, sargent ? Shure you'd 
 better tell him. 'Twill cheer him, like." 
 
 But when, a few moments after, the news was imparted to Clancy, 
 the eifect was electric and startling. With one bound and a savage cry 
 he sprang to the door. The sergeant threw himself upon him and 
 strove to hold him back, but was no match for the frenzied man. Deaf 
 to Kate's entreaties and the sergeant's commands, he hurled him aside, 
 leaped through the door-way, shot like a deer past the lolling guards- 
 men on the porch, and, turning sharply, went at the top of his speed 
 down the hill towards Sudsville before man could lay hand on him. 
 The sentry on Number One cocked his rifle and looked inquiringly at 
 the officer of the guard, who came running out. With a wild shriek 
 little Kate threw herself upon the sentry, clasping his knees and im- 
 ploring him not to shoot. The lieutenant and the sergeant both shouted, 
 " Never mind ! Don't fire !" and with others of the guard rushed in 
 pursuit. But, old and feeble as he was, poor Clancy kept the lead, 
 never swerving, never flagging, until he reached the door- way of his 
 abandoned cot ; this he burst in, threw himself upon his knees by the 
 bedside, and dragged to light a little wooden chest that stood by an 
 open trap in the floor. One look sufficed : the mere fact that the trap 
 was open and the box exposed was enough. With a wild cry of rage, 
 despair, and baffled hatred, he clinched his hands above his head, rose to 
 his full height, and with a curse upon his white lips, with glaring eyes 
 and gasping breath, turned upon his pursuers as they came running 
 
THE DESERTER. 149 
 
 in, and hurled his fists at the foremost. " Let me follow her, I say ! 
 She's gone with it all, — his money ! Let me go !" he shrieked ; and 
 then his eyes turned stony, a gasp, a clutch at his throat, and, plunging 
 headlong, he fell upon his face at their feet. 
 
 Poor little Kate ! The old man was, indeed, free at last. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 There had been a scene of somewhat dramatic nature at the colonel's 
 office but a short time before, and one that had fewer witnesses. Agi- 
 tated, nervous, and eventually astonished as Captain Rayner had been 
 when the colonel had revealed to him the nature of Clancy's confession, 
 he was far more excited and tremulous when he returned a second time. 
 The commanding officer had been sitting deep in thought. It was but 
 natural that a man should show great emotion on learning that the evi- 
 dence he had given, which had condemned a brother officer to years of 
 solitary punishment, was now disproved. It was to be expected that 
 Rayner should be tremulous and excited. He had been looking worse 
 and worse for a long time past ; and now that it was established that 
 he must have been mistaken in what he thought he saw and heard at 
 Battle Butte, it was to be expected that he should show the utmost con- 
 sternation and an immediate desire to make amends. He had shown 
 great emotion ; he was white and rigid as the colonel told him Clancy 
 had made a full confession ; but the expression on his face when in- 
 formed that the man had admitted that he and Sergeant Gower were 
 the only ones guilty of the crime — that Clancy and Gower divided the 
 guilt as they had the money — was a puzzle to the colonel. Captain 
 Rayner seemed daft : it was a look of wild relief, half unbelief, half 
 delight, that shot across his haggard features. It was evident that he 
 had not heard at all what he expected. This was what puzzled the 
 colonel. He had been pondering over it ever since the captain's hurried 
 departure " to tell his wife." 
 
 " We — we had expected — made all preparations to take this after- 
 noon's train for the East," he stammered. " We are all torn up, all 
 ready to start, and the ladies ought to go ; but I cannot feel like going 
 in the face of this." 
 
 " There is no reason why you should not go, captain. I am told 
 Mrs. Rayner should leave at once. If need be, you can return from 
 Chicago. Everything will be attended to properly. Of course you 
 
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150 THE DESERTER. 
 
 will know what to do towards Mr. Hayne. Indeed, I think it might 
 be best for yon to go." 
 
 But Rayner seemed hardly listening ; and the eolonel was not a 
 man to throw his words away. 
 
 " You might see Mrs. Rayner at once, and return by and by," he 
 said ; and Rayner gladly escaped, and went home with the wonderful 
 news he had to tell his wife. 
 
 And now a second time he was back, and was urging upon the 
 commanding officer the necessity of telegraphing and capturing Mrs. 
 Clancy. In plain words he told the colonel he believed that she had 
 escaped with the greater part of the money. The colonel smiled : 
 
 "That w r as attended to early this morning, captain. Hayne and 
 the major asked that she be secured, and the moment we found her 
 fled it confirmed their suspicions, and Billings sent despatches in every 
 direction. She can't get away ! She was his temptress, and I mean to 
 make her share all the punishment." 
 
 " Colonel," exclaimed Rayner, while beads of sweat stood out on 
 his forehead, " she is worse, — a thousand times worse ! The woman 
 is a fiend. She is the devil in petticoats — and ingenuity. My God ! 
 sir, I have been in torment for weeks past, — my poor wife and I. I 
 have been criminally, cowardly weak ; but I did not know what to do, 
 — where to turn, — how to take it, — how to meet it. Let me tell you." 
 And now great tears were standing in his eyes and beginning to trickle 
 down his cheeks. He dashed them away. His lips were quivering, 
 and he strode nervously up and down the matted floor. " When you 
 refused to let Clancy re-enlist in the — th, two years after Battle Butte, 
 lie came to me and told me a story. He, too, had declared, as I did, 
 that he had seen the money-packages in Hayne's hands; and he said 
 the real reason he was kicked out of the — th was because the officers 
 and men took sides with Hayne and thought he had sworn his reputa- 
 tion away. He begged me not to ' go back on him' as his own regi- 
 ment had, and I thought he was being persecuted because he told the 
 truth. God knows I fully believed Hayne guilty for more than three 
 years, — it is only within the last year or so I began to have doubts ; 
 and so I took Clancy into B Company and soon made Mrs. Clancy a 
 laundress. But she made trouble for us all, and there was something 
 uncanny about them. She kept throwing out mysterious hints I could 
 not understand when rumors of them reached me ; and at last came 
 the fire that burned them out, and then the stories of what Clancy 
 
THE DESERTER. 151 
 
 had said in his delirium ; and then she came to my wife and told her a 
 yarn that — she swore to its truth, and nearly drove Mrs. Rayner wild 
 with anxiety. She swore that when Clancy got to drinking he 
 imagined he had seen me take that money from Captain Hull's saddle- 
 hags and replace the sealed package : she said he was ready to swear 
 that he and Gower — the deserter — and two of our men, honorably 
 discharged now and living on ranches down in Nebraska, could all 
 swear — would all swear — to the same thing, — that I was the thief. 
 1 Sure you know it couldn't be so, ma'am ; and yet he wants to go 
 and tell Mr. Hayne,' she would say : ' there's the four of 'em would 
 swear to it, though Gower's evidence would be no good ; but the two 
 men could hurt the captain.' Her ingenuity was devilish ; for one of 
 the men I had severely punished once in the Black Hills, and both 
 hated me and had sworn they would get even with me yet. God help 
 me, colonel ! seeing every day the growing conviction that Hayne was 
 innocent, that somebody else must be guilty, I thought, what if this 
 man should, in drunken gratitude to Hayne for saving his life, go to 
 him and tell him this story, then back it up before the officials and 
 call in these two others ? I was weak, but it appalled me. I deter- 
 mined to get him out of the way of such a possibility. I got his dis- 
 charge, and meantime strove to prevent his drinking or going near 
 Hayne. She knew the real story he would tell. This was her devilish 
 plan to keep me on watch against him. I never dreamed the real 
 truth. She swore to me that three hundred dollars was all the money 
 they had. I believed that when he confessed it would be what she 
 declared. I never dreamed that Clancy and his confederate were the 
 thieves : I never believed the money was taken until after Hayne 
 received it. I saw how Hayne's guilt was believed in even in the face 
 of contradictory evidence before the court. What would be the ten- 
 dency if three men together were to swear against me, now that every- 
 body thought him wronged ? I know very well what you will think 
 of my cowardice. I know you and your officers will say I should have 
 given him every chance, — should have courted investigation ; and I 
 meant to do so, but first I wanted to hear from those discharged men in 
 Nebraska. The whole scheme would have been exploded two months 
 ago had I not been a coward ; but night after night something kept 
 whispering to me, 'You have wrecked and ruined a friendless young 
 soldier's life. You shall be brought as low.' " 
 
 The colonel was, as he afterwards remarked, hardly equal to the 
 
152 THE DESERTER. 
 
 occasion. He had as much contempt for moral weakness in a soldier 
 as he had for physical cowardice ; but Rayner's almost abject recital of 
 his months of misery really left him nothing to say. Had the captain 
 sought to defend or justify any detail of his conduct, he would have 
 pounced on him like a panther. Twice the adjutant, sitting an absorbed 
 and silent listener, thought the chief on the verge of an outbreak ; but 
 it never came. For some minutes after Rayner ceased the colonel sat 
 steadily regarding him. At last he spoke : 
 
 " You have been so frank in your statement, captain, that I feel you 
 fully appreciate how such deplorable weakness must be regarded in an 
 officer. It is unnecessary for me to speak of that. The full partic- 
 ulars of Clancy's confession are not yet with me. Major Waldron has 
 it all in writing, and Mr. Billings has merely told me the general 
 features. Of course you shall have a copy of it in good time. As you 
 go East to-day and have your wife and household to think for, it may 
 be as well that you do not attempt to see Mr. Hayne before starting. 
 And this matter will not be discussed." 
 
 And so it happened that when the Rayners drove to the station that 
 bright afternoon, and a throng of ladies and officers gathered to see 
 them off, some of the youngsters going with them into town to await 
 the coming of the train, Nellie Travers had been surrounded by chat- 
 tering friends of both sexes, constantly occupied, and yet constantly 
 looking for the face of one who came not. For an hour before their 
 departure every tongue in garrison that wagged at all — and few there 
 were that wagged not — was discoursing on the exciting events of the 
 morning, — Hayne's emancipation from the last vestige of suspicion, 
 Clancy's capture, confession, and tragic death, Mrs. Clancy's flight 
 and probable future. At Rayner's, people spoke of these things very 
 guardedly, because every one saw that the captain was moved to the 
 depths of his nature. He was solemnity itself, and Mrs. Rayner 
 watched him with deep anxiety, fearful that he might be exposed to 
 some thoughtless or malicious questioning. Her surveillance was need- 
 less, however : even Ross made no allusion to the events of the morn- 
 ing, though he communicated to his fellows in the subsequent confi- 
 dences of the club-room that Midas looked as though he'd been pulled 
 through a series of knot-holes. " Looks more's though he were going 
 to his own funeral than on leave," he added. 
 
 As for Hayne, he had been closeted with the colonel and Major 
 Waldron for some time after his return, — a conference that was broken 
 
THE DESERTER. 153 
 
 in upon by the startling news of Clancy's death. Then he had joined 
 his friend the doctor at the hospital, and was still there, striving to 
 comfort little Kate, who could not be induced to leave her father's 
 rapidly stiffening form, when Mrs. Waldron re-entered the room 
 Drawing the child to her side and folding her motherly arms about her, 
 she looked up in Hayne's pale face : 
 
 " They are going in five minutes. Don't you mean to see her?" 
 
 " Not there, — not under his roof or in that crowd. I will go to 
 the station." 
 
 " I must run over and say good-by in a moment, — when the car- 
 riage goes around. Shall — shall I say you will come?" 
 
 There was a light in his blue eyes she was just beginning to notice 
 now as she studied his face. A smile flickered one instant about the 
 corners of his mouth, and then he held out his hand : 
 
 " She knows by this time, Mrs. Waldron." 
 
 An hour later Mrs. Rayner was standing on the platform at the 
 station, Ross and others of her satellites hanging about her ; Captain 
 Rayner was talking in subdual tones with one or two of the senior 
 officers; Miss Travers, looking feverishly pretty, was chatting busily 
 with Royce and Foster, though a close observer could have noted that 
 her dark eyes often sought the westward prairie over which wound the 
 road to the distant post. It was nearly train-time, and three or four 
 horsemen could be seen at various distances, while, far out towards the 
 fort, long skirmish-lines and fluttering guidons were sweeping over the 
 slopes in mimic war-array. 
 
 " I have missed all this," she said, pointing to the scene ; " and I 
 do love it so that it seems hard to go just as all the real soldier life is 
 beginning." 
 
 " Goodness knows you've had offers enough to keep you here," 
 said Foster, with not the blithest laugh in the world. " Any girl who 
 will go East and marry a ' cit' and leave six or seven penniless subs 
 sighing behind her, I have my opinion of: she's eminently level- 
 headed," he added, with rueful and unexpected candor. 
 
 " I have hopes of Miss Travers yet," boomed Royce, in his pon- 
 derous basso, — " not personal hopes, Foster ; you needn't feel for your 
 pistol, — but I believe that her heart is with the army, like the soldier's 
 daughter she is." And, audacious as was the speech and deserving of 
 instant rebuke, Mr. Royce was startled to see her reddening vividly. 
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154 THE DESERTER. 
 
 He would have plunged into hasty apology, but Foster plucked his 
 sleeve : 
 
 " Look who's coming, you galoot ! She hasn't heard a word either 
 of us has said." 
 
 And though Nellie Travers, noting the sudden silence, burst into 
 an immediate and utterly irrelevant lament over the loss of the Maltese 
 kitten, — which had not been seen all that day and was not to be found 
 when they came away, — it was useless. The effort was gallant, but the 
 flame in her cheeks betrayed her as, throwing his reins to the orderly 
 who followed him, Mr. Hayne dismounted at the platform and came 
 directly towards her. To Mrs. Rayner's unspeakable dismay, he walked 
 up to the trio, bowed low over the little gloved hand that was extended 
 in answer to the proffer of his own, and next she saw that Royce and 
 Foster had, as though by tacit consent, fallen back, and, coram publico, 
 Mr. Hayne was sole claimant of the regards of her baby sister. There 
 was but one comfort in the situation : the train was in sight. Forget- 
 ful, reckless for the moment, of what was going on around her, she 
 stood gazing at the pair. No woman could fail to read the story ; no 
 woman could see his face, his eyes, his whole attitude and expression, 
 and not read therein that old, old story that grows sweeter with every 
 century of its life. That he should be inspired with sudden, vehement 
 love for her exquisite Nell was something she could readily understand ; 
 but what — what meant her downcast eyes, the flutter of color on her 
 soft and rounded cheek, the shy uplifting of the fringed lids from time 
 to time as though in response to eager question or appeal ? Heavens ! 
 would that train never come? The whistle was sounding in the distance, 
 but it would take ages to drag those heavy Pullmans up the grade from 
 the bridge where they had yet to stop. She could almost have darted 
 forward, seized her sister by the wrist, and whispered again the baleful 
 reminder that of late had had no mention between them, — " Thou art 
 another's ;" but in her distress her weak blue eyes sought her husband's 
 face. He saw it all, and shook his head. Then there was nothing to 
 be done. 
 
 As the train came rumbling finally into the station, she saw him 
 once more clasp her sister's hand ; then, with one long look into the 
 sweet face that was hidden from her jealous eyes, he raised his forage- 
 cap and stepped quickly back to where his horse was held. Her 
 husband hastened to her side : 
 
THE DESERTER, 155 
 
 u Kate, I must speak to him. I don't care how he may take it ; I 
 cannot go without it." 
 
 They all watched the tall captain as he strode across the platform. 
 Every man in uniform seemed to know instinctively that Rayner at last 
 was seeking to make open reparation for the bitter wrong he had done. 
 One or two strove to begin a general chat and affect an interest in some- 
 thing else, for Mrs, Rayner's benefit, but she, with trembling lips, stoo<l 
 gazing after her husband and seemed to beg for silence. Then all 
 abandoned other occupation, and every man stood still and watched 
 them. Hayne had quickly swung into saddle, and had turned for one 
 more look, when he saw his captain with ashen face striding towards 
 him, and heard him call his name. 
 
 "By Jove!" muttered Ross, "what command that fellow has over 
 himself!" for, scrupulously observant of military etiquette, Mr. Hayne 
 on being addressed by his superior officer had instantly dismounted, and 
 now stood silently facing him. Even at the distance, there were some 
 who thought they could see his features twitching ; but his blue eyes 
 were calm and steady, — far clearer than they had been but a moment 
 agone when gazing good-by into the sweet face they worshipped. None 
 could hear what passed between them. The talk was very brief; but 
 Ross almost gasped with amaze, other officers looked at one another in 
 utter astonishment, and Mrs. Rayner fairly sobbed with excitement and 
 emotion, when Mr. Hayne was seen to hold forth his hand, and Rayner, 
 grasping it eagerly in both his own, shook it once, then strode hastily 
 away towards the rear of the train. His eyes were filled with tears he 
 could not repress and could not bear to show. 
 
 That evening, as the train wound steadily eastward into the shadows 
 of the night, and they looked out in farewell upon the slopes they had 
 last seen when a wintry gale swept fiercely over the frozen surface and 
 the shallow ravines were streaked with snow, Kate Rayner, after a long 
 talk with her husband, and abandoning her boy to the sole guardian- 
 ship of his nurse, settled herself by Nellie's side, and Nellie knew that 
 she either sought confidences or had them to impart. Something of 
 the old, quizzical look was playing about the corner of her pretty mouth 
 as her elder sister, with feminine indirectness, began her verbal skir- 
 mishing with the subject. It was some time before the question was 
 reached which led to her real objective : 
 
 " Did he — did Mr. Hayne tell you much about Clancy ?" 
 
 " Not much. There was no time." 
 
156 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " You had fully ten minutes, I'm sure. It seemed even longer." 
 
 " Four by the clock, Kate." 
 
 " Well, four, then. He must have had something of greater in- 
 terest." 
 
 No answer. Cheeks reddening, though. 
 
 " Didn't he ?"— persistently. 
 
 " I will, tell you what he told me of Clancy, Kate. Mrs. Clancy 
 had utterly deceived you as to what he had to tell, had she not?" 
 
 " Utterly." And now it was Mrs. Rayner's turn to color painfully. 
 
 "Mr. Hayne tells me that Clancy's confession really explained how 
 Captain Rayner was mistaken. It was not so much the captain's fault, 
 after all." 
 
 " So Mr. Hayne told him. You knew they — you saw Mr. Hayne 
 offer him his hand, didn't you?" 
 
 " I did not see : I knew he would." More vivid color, and much 
 hesitation now. 
 
 "Knew he would ! Why, Nellie, what do you mean? He didn't 
 tell you that he was to see Captain Rayner. He couldn't have known." 
 
 " But I knew, Kate ; and I told him how the captain had suffered." 
 
 " But how could you know that he would shake hands with him ?" 
 
 " He promised me." 
 
 The silence was unbroken for a moment. Nellie Travers could 
 hear the beating of her own heart as she nestled closer to her sister and 
 stole a hand into hers. Mrs. Rayner was trying hard to be dutiful, 
 stern, unbending, to keep her faith with the distant lover in the East, 
 whether Nell was true or no ; but she had been so humbled, so changed, 
 so shaken, by the events of the past few weeks, that she felt all her old 
 spirit of guardianship ebbing away. " Must I give you up, Nell ? and 
 must he, too ? — Mr. Van Antwerp ?" 
 
 " He has not answered my last letter, Kate. It is nearly a week 
 since I have heard from him." 
 
 "What did you write, Nellie?" 
 
 " What I had done twice before, — that he ought to release me." 
 " And — is Clancy's the only confession you have heard to-day ?" 
 " The only one." A pause : then, " I know what you mean, 
 Kate ; but he is not the man to — to offer his love to a girl he knows is 
 pledged to another." 
 
 " But if you were free, Nellie ? Tell me." 
 
 " I have no right to say, Kate ; but" — and two big tears were well- 
 
THE DESERTER. 157 
 
 ing up into her brave eyes, as she clasped her hands and stretched them 
 yearningly before her — "shall I tell you what I think a girl would 
 say if she were free and had won his love?" 
 
 "What, Nellie?" 
 
 " She would say, ' Ay.' No woman with a heart could leave a man 
 who has borne so much and come through it all so bravely." 
 
 Poor Mrs. Rayner ! Humbled and chastened as she was, what refuge 
 had she but tears, and then — prayer? 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Within the week succeeding the departure of the Rayners and Miss 
 Travers, Lieutenant Hayne's brother-in-law and his remarkably at- 
 tractive sister were with him in garrison and helping him fit up the 
 new quarters which the colonel had rather insisted on his moving into 
 and occupying, even though two unmarried subalterns had to move 
 out and make way for him. This they seemed rather delighted to do. 
 There was a prevailing sentiment at Warrener that nothing was too 
 good for Hayne nowadays ; and he took all this adulation so quietly 
 and modestly that there was difficulty in telling just how it affected 
 him. Towards those who had known him well in the days of his early 
 service he still maintained a dignity and reserve of manner that kept 
 them at some distance. To others, especially to the youngsters in the 
 — th as well as to those in the Riflers, he unbent entirely, and was 
 frank, unaffected, and warm-hearted. He seemed to bask in the sun- 
 shine of the respect and consideration accorded him on every side. 
 Yet no one could say he seemed happy. Courteous, grave far beyond 
 his years, silent and thoughtful, he impressed them all as a man who 
 had suffered too much ever again to be light-hearted. Then it was 
 more than believed he had fallen deeply in love with Nellie Travers; 
 and that explained the rarity and sadness of his smile. To the women 
 he was a centre of intense and romantic interest. Mrs. Waklron was 
 an object of jealousy because of the priority of her claims to his re- 
 gard. Mrs. Hurley — the sweet sister who so strongly resembled him 
 — was the recipient of universal attention from both sexes. Hayne 
 and the Hurleys, indeed, would have been invited to several places an 
 evening could they have accepted. And yet, with it all, Mr. Hayne 
 seemed at times greatly preoccupied. He had a great deal to think of. 
 
 To begin with, the widow Clancy had been captured in one of the 
 
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158 THE DESERTER. 
 
 mining towns, where she had sought refuge, and brought back by the 
 civil authorities, nearly three thousand dollars in greenbacks having 
 been found in her possession. She had fought like a fury and proved 
 too much for the sheriff's posse when first arrested, and not until three 
 days after her incarceration was the entire amount brought to light. 
 There was no question what ought to be done with it. Clancy's con- 
 fession established the fact that almost the entire amount was stolen 
 from Captain Hull nearly six years before, the night previous to his 
 tragic death at Battle Butte. Mrs. Clancy at first had furiously de- 
 clared it all a lie ; but Waldron's and Billings's precaution in having 
 Clancy's entire story taken down by a notary public and sworn to 
 before him eventually broke her down. She made her miserable, 
 whining admissions to the sheriff's officers in town, — the colonel would 
 not have her on the post even as a prisoner, — and there she was still 
 held, awaiting further disclosures, while little Kate was lovingly cared 
 for at Mrs. Waldron's. Poor old Clancy was buried and on the way 
 to be forgotten. 
 
 What proved the hardest problem for the garrison to solve was the 
 fact that, while Mr. Hayne kept several of his old associates at a dis- 
 tance, he had openly offered his hand to Rayner. This was something 
 the Riflers could not account for. The intensity of his feeling at the time 
 of the court-martial none could forget : the vehemence of his denuncia- 
 tion of the captain was still fresh in the memory of those who heard it. 
 Then there were all those years in which Rayner had continued to crowd 
 him to the w r all ; and finally there was the almost tragic episode of 
 Buxton's midnight visitation, in which Rayner, willingly or not, had 
 been in attendance. Was it not odd that in the face of all these con- 
 siderations the first man to whom Mr. Hayne should have offered his 
 hand was Captain Rayner ? Odd indeed ! But then only one or two 
 were made acquainted with the full particulars of Clancy's con- 
 fession, and none had heard Nellie Travers's request. Touched as he 
 was by the sight of Rayner's haggard and trouble- worn face, relieved 
 as he was by Clancy's revelation of the web that had been woven to 
 cover the tracks of the thieves and ensnare the feet of the pursuers, 
 Hayne could not have found it possible to offer his hand ; but when 
 he bent over the tiny glove and looked into her soft and brimming 
 eyes at the moment of their parting he could not say no to the one 
 thing she asked of him : it was that if Rayner came to say, " Forgive 
 me," before they left, he would not repel him. 
 
THE DESERTER. 159 
 
 There was one man in garrison whom Hayne cut entirely, and for 
 whom no one felt the faintest sympathy ; and that, of course, was 
 Buxton. "With Rayner gone, he hardly had an associate, though the 
 esjyrit de corps of the — th prompted the cavalry officers to be civil to 
 him when he appeared at the billiard-room. As Mr. Hurley was fond 
 of the game, an element of awkwardness was manifest the first time 
 the young officers appeared with their engineer friend. Hayne had not 
 set foot in such a place for five years, and quietly declined all invita- 
 tions to take a cue again. It was remembered of him that he played 
 the prettiest game of French caroms of all the officers at the station 
 when he joined the Riflers as a boy. Hurley could only stay a very 
 short time, and the subalterns were doing their best to make it lively 
 for him. Some, indeed, showed strong inclination to devote themselves 
 to Mrs. Hurley ; but she was too busy with her brother's household 
 affairs to detect their projects. Hurley had turned very red and 
 glared at Buxton the first time the two met at the club-room, but the 
 bulky captain speedily found cover under which to retire, and never 
 again showed himself in general society until the engineer with the 
 scientific attainments as a boxer as well as road-builder was safely out 
 of the post. 
 
 And yet there came a day very soon when Mr. Hayne wished that 
 he could go to Buxton's quarters. He had in no wise changed his 
 opinion of the man himself, but the Rayners had not been gone a fort- 
 night before Mrs. Buxton began to tell the ladies of the charming letters 
 she was receiving from Mrs. Rayner, — all about their travels. There 
 were many things he longed to know, yet could not ask. 
 
 There came to him a long and sorrowful letter from the captain 
 himself, but, beyond a few matters relating to the company and the 
 transfer of its property, it was all given up to a recapitulation of the 
 troubles of the past few years and to renewed expressions of his deep 
 regret. Of the ladies he made but casual mention. They were jour- 
 neying down the Mississippi on one of its big steamers when he wrote, 
 and Mrs. Rayner was able to enjoy the novelties of the trip, and was 
 getting better, but still required careful nursing. Miss Travers was 
 devoted to her. They would go to New Orleans, then possibly by sea 
 around to New York, arriving there about the 5th of June : that, how- 
 ever, was undecided. He closed by asking Hayne to remind Major 
 Waldron that his copy of Clancy's confession had not yet reached him, 
 and he was anxious to see it in full. 
 
160 THE DESERTER. 
 
 " The one thing lacking to complete the chain is Gower," said the 
 major, as he looked up over his spectacles. " It would be difficult to 
 tell what became of him. We get tidings of most of the deserters who 
 were as prominent among the men as he appears to have been ; but I 
 have made inquiry, and so has the colonel, and not a word has ever been 
 heard of him since the night he appeared before Mrs. Clancy and handed 
 over the money to her. He was a strange character, from all accounts, 
 and must have had some conscience, after all. Do you remember him 
 at all, Hayne?" 
 
 "I remember him well. We made the march from the Big Horn 
 over to Battle Butte together, and he was a soldier one could not help 
 remarking. Of course I never had anything to say to him ; but we 
 heard he was an expert gambler when the troop was over there at 
 Miners' Delight." 
 
 "Of course his testimony isn't necessary. Clancy and his wife be- 
 tween them have cleared you, after burying you alive five years. But 
 nothing but his story could explain his singular conduct, — planning the 
 whole robbery, executing it with all the skill of a professional jail-bird, 
 deserting and covering several hundred miles with his plunder, then 
 daring to go to the old fort, find Mrs. Clancy, and surrender every 
 cent, the moment he heard of your trial. What a fiend that woman 
 was ! No wonder she drove Clancy to drink !" 
 
 " Will you send copies of her admission with Clancy's affidavits ?" 
 asked Hayne. 
 
 " Here they are in full," answered the major. " The colonel talks 
 of having them printed and strewn broadcast as warnings against ' snap 
 judgment' and too confident testimony in future." 
 
 Divested of the legal encumbrances with which such documents are 
 usually weighted, Clancy's story ran substantially as follows : 
 
 " I was sergeant in K troop, and Gower was in F. We had been 
 stationed together six months or so when ordered out on the Indian 
 campaign that summer. I was dead-broke. All my money was gone, 
 and my wife kept bothering me for more. I owed a lot of money 
 around head-quarters, too, and Gower knew it, and sometimes asked 
 me what I was going to do when we got back from the campaign. We 
 were not good friends, him and I. There was money dealings between us, 
 and then there was talk about Mrs. Clancy fancying him too much. The 
 pay master came up with a strong escort and paid off the boys late in 
 October, just as the expedition was breaking up and going for home, 
 
THE DESERTER. 161 
 
 and all the officers and men got four months' pay. There was Lieu- 
 tenant Crane and twenty men of F troop out on a scout, but the lieu- 
 tenant had left his pay-rolls with Captain Hull, and the men had all 
 signed before they started, and so the captain he drew it all for them 
 and put each man's money in an envelope marked with his name, and 
 the lieutenant's too, and then crowded it all into some bigger envelopes. 
 I was there where I coidd see it all, and Gower was watching him close. 
 1 It's a big pile the captain's got,' says he. f I'd like to be a road-agent 
 and nab him.' When I told him it couldn't be over eleven hundred 
 dollars, he says, ' That's only part. He has his own pay, and six hun- 
 dred dollars company fund, and a wad of greenbacks he's been carry in' 
 around all summer. It's nigh on to four thousand dollars he's got in his 
 saddle-bags this day.' 
 
 " And that night, instead of Lieutenant Crane's coming back, he 
 sent word he had found the trail of a big band of Indians, and the 
 whole crowd went in pursuit. There was four companies of infantry, 
 under Captain Rayner, and F and K troops, — what was left of them, — 
 that were ordered to stay by the wagons and bring them safely down ; 
 and we started with them over towards Battle Butte, keeping south of 
 the way the regiment had gone to follow Mr. Crane. And the very 
 next day Captain Rayner got orders to bring his battalion to the river 
 and get on the boat, while the wagons kept on down the bank with us 
 to guard them. And Mr. Hayne was acting quartermaster, and he 
 stayed with us ; and him and Captain Hull was together a good deal. 
 There was some trouble, we heard, because Captain Rayner thought 
 another officer should have been made quartermaster and Mr. Hayne 
 should have stayed with his company, and they had some words ; but 
 Captain Hull gave Mr. Hayne a horse and seemed to keep him with 
 him ; and that night, in sight of Battle Butte, the steamboat was out of 
 sight ahead when we went into camp, and I was sergeant of the guard 
 and had my fire near the captain's tent, and twice in the evening 
 Gower came to me and said now was the time to lay hands on the 
 money and skip. At last he says to me, ' You are flat-broke, and 
 they'll all be down on you when you get back to the post. No man in 
 America wants five hundred dollars more than you do. I'll give you 
 five hundred in one hour from now if you'll get the captain out of 
 his tent for half an hour.' Almost everybody was asleep then ; the 
 captain was, and so was Mr. Hayne, and he went on to tell me how he 
 could do it. He'd been watching the captain. It made such a big 
 
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16*2 THE DESERTER. 
 
 bundle, did the money, in all the separate envelopes that he had done it 
 all up different, — made a memorandum of the amount due each man, 
 and packed the greenbacks all together in one solid pile, — his own 
 money, the lieutenant's, and the men's, — done it up in paper and tied it 
 firmly and put big blotches of green sealing-wax on it and sealed them 
 with the seal on his watch-chain. Says Gower, ' You get the captain 
 out, as I tell you, and I'll slip right in, get the money, stuff some other 
 paper with a few ones and twos in the package ; his seal, his watch, and 
 everything is there in the saddle-bags under his head, and I can reseal 
 and replace it in five minutes, and he^l never suspect the loss until the 
 command all gets together again next week. By that time I'll be three 
 hundred miles away. Everybody will say 'twas Gower that robbed 
 hini, and you with your five hundred will never be suspected.' I asked 
 hini how could he expect the captain to go and leave so much money 
 in his bags with no one to guard it ; and he said he'd bet on it if I did 
 it right. The captain had had no luck tracking Indians that summer, 
 and the regiment was laughing at him. He knew they were scatter- 
 ing every which way now, and was eager to strike them. All I had to 
 do was to creep in excited-like, wake him up sudden, and tell him I was 
 sure I had heard an Indian drum and their scalp-dance song out beyond 
 the pickets, — that they were over towards Battle Butte, and he could 
 hear them if he would come out on the river-bank. ' He'd go quick,' 
 says Gower, ' and think of nothing.' 
 
 "And — I wouldn't believe it, but he did. He sprang up and went 
 right out with me, just flinging his overcoat round him ; and he never 
 seemed to want to come in. The wind was blowing soft-like from the 
 southeast, and he stood there straining his ears trying to hear the sounds 
 I told him of ; but at last he gave it up, and we went back to camp, and 
 he took his lantern and looked in his saddle-bags, and I shook for fear ; 
 but he seemed to find everything all right, and in the next ten minutes 
 he was asleep, and Gower came and whispered to me, and I went with 
 him, and he gave me five hundred dollars, in twenties. l Now you're 
 bound,' says he ; ' keep the sentries off while I get my horse.' And 
 that's the last I ever saw of him. Then a strange thing happened. 
 'Twas hardly daylight when a courier came galloping up, and I called 
 the captain, and he read the despatch, and says he, ' By heaven, Clancy, 
 you were right after all. There are Indians over there. Why didn't I 
 trust your ears? Call up the whole command. The Riflers have treed 
 Ihem at Battle Butte, and Captain Rayner has gone with his battalion. 
 
THE DESERTER, 163 
 
 We are to escort the wagons to where the boat lies beyond the bend, and 
 then push over with all the horsemen we can take/ It was after day- 
 light when we got started, but we almost ran the wagons 'cross country 
 to the boat, and there Captain Hull took F troop and what there was 
 of his own, leaving only ten men back with the wagons ; and not till 
 then was Grower missed ; but all were in such a hurry to get to the 
 Indians that no one paid attention. Mr. Hayne he begged the captain 
 to let him go too : so the train was left with the wagon-master and the 
 captain of the boat, and away we went. You know all about the fight, 
 and how 'twas Mr. Hayne the captain called to and gave his watch and 
 the two packages of money when he was ordered to charge. I was right 
 by his side ; and I swore — God forgive me ! — that through the crack 
 and tear in the paper I could see the layers of greenbacks, when I knew 
 'twas only some ones and twos Gower had slipped in to make it look 
 right ; and Captain Rayner stood there and saw the packet, too, and 
 Sergeant Walshe and Bugler White ; but them two were killed with 
 him : so that 'twas only Captain Rayner and I was left as witnesses, 
 and never till we got to Laramie after the campaign did the trouble 
 come. I never dreamed of anything ever coming of it but that every 
 one would say Gower stole the money and deserted ; but when the 
 captain turned the packages over to Mr. Hayne, and then got killed, 
 and Mr. Hayne carried the packages, with the watch, seal, saddle-bags, 
 and all, in to Cheyenne, and never opened them till he got there, — two 
 weeks after, when we were all scattered, — then they turned on him, his 
 own officers did, and said he stole it and gambled or sent it away in 
 Cheyenne. 
 
 " I had lost much of my money then, and Mrs. Clancy got the 
 rest, and it made me crazy to think of that poor young gentleman 
 accused of it all ; but I was in for it, and knew it meant prison for 
 years for me, and perhaps they couldn't prove it on him. I got to 
 drinking then, and told Captain Rayner that the — th was down on me 
 for swearing away the young officer's character ; and then he took me to 
 Company B when the colonel wouldn't have me any more in the — th ; 
 and one night when Mrs. Clancy had been raising my hair and I wanted 
 money to drink and she'd give me none, little Kate told me her mother 
 had lots of money in a box, and that Sergeant Gower had come and 
 given it to her while they were getting settled in the new post after the 
 Battle Butte carnj)aign, and he had made her promise to give it to me 
 the moment I got back, — that somebody was in trouble, and that I must 
 
164 THE DESERTER. 
 
 save him ; and I believed Kate, and charged Mrs. Clancy with it, and 
 she beat me and Kate, and swore it was all a lie ; and I never could 
 get the money. And at last came the fire ; and it was the lieutenant 
 that saved my life and Kate's, and brought back to her all that pile of 
 money through the flames. It broke my heart then, and I vowed I'd go 
 and tell him the truth ; but they wouldn't let me. She told me the 
 captain said he would kill me if I blabbed, and she would kill Kate. 
 I didn't dare, until they told me my discharge had come ; and then I 
 was glad when the lieutenant and the major caught me in town. When 
 they promised to take care of little Kate I didn't care what happened 
 to me. The money Mrs. Clancy lias — except perhaps two hundred 
 dollars — all belongs to Lieutenant Hayne, since he paid off every cent 
 that was stolen from Captain Hull." 
 
 Supplemented by Mrs. Clancy's rueful and incoherent admissions, 
 Clancy's story did its work. Mrs. Clancy could not long persist in her 
 various denials after her husband's confession was brought to her ears, 
 and she was totally unable to account satisfactorily for the possession 
 of so much money. Little Kate had been too young to grasp the full 
 meaning of what Gower said to her mother in that hurried interview ; 
 but her reiterated statements that he came late at night, before the regi- 
 ment got home, and knocked at the door until he waked them up, and 
 her mother cried when he came in, he looked so different, and had 
 spectacles, and a patch on his cheek, and ranch clothes, and he only 
 stayed a little while, and told her mother he must go back to the moun- 
 tains, the police were on liis track, — she knew now he spoke of having 
 deserted, — and he gave her mother lots of money, for she opened and 
 counted it afterwards and told her it must all go to papa to get some 
 one out of trouble, — all were so clear and circumstantial that at last 
 the hardened woman began to break down and make reluctant ad- 
 missions. When an astute sheriff's officer finally told her that he knew 
 where he could lay hands on Sergeant Gower, she surrendered utterly. 
 So long as he was out of the way, — could not be found, — she held out ; 
 but the prospect of dragging into prison with her the man who had 
 spurned her in years gone by and was proof against her fascinations 
 was too alluring. She told all she could at his expense. He had 
 ridden eastward after his desertion, and, making his way down the Mis- 
 souri, had stopped at Yankton and gone thence to Kansas City, spend- 
 ing much of his money. He had reached Denver with the rest, and 
 there — she knew not how — had made or received more, when he heard 
 
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 of the fact that Captain Hull had turned over his property to Lieu- 
 tenant Hayne just before he was killed, and that the lieutenant was now 
 to be tried for failing to account for it. He brought her enough to 
 cover all he had taken, but — here she lied — strove to persuade her to go 
 to San Francisco with him. She promised to think of it if he would 
 leave the money, — which he did, swearing he would come for her and 
 it. That was why she dared not tell Mike when he got home. He 
 was so jealous of her. 
 
 To this part of her statement Mrs. Clancy stoutly adhered; but 
 the officers believed Kate. 
 
 One other thing she told. Kate had declared he wore a heavy 
 patch on his right cheek and temple. Yes, Mrs. Clancy remembered 
 it. Some scoundrels had sought to rob him in Denver. He had to 
 fight for life and money both, and his share of the honors of the fray 
 was a deep and clean cut extending across the cheek-bone and up above 
 the right ear. 
 
 As these family revelations were told throughout the garrison and 
 comment of every kind was made thereon, there is reason for the be- 
 lief that Mrs. Buxton found no difficulty in filling her letters with 
 particulars of deep interest to her readers, who by this time had carried 
 out the programme indicated by Captain Rayner. Mid-June had come ; 
 the ladies, apparently benefited by the sea-voyage, had landed in New 
 York and were speedily driven to their old quarters at the Westminster ; 
 and while the captain went to head-quarters of the department to re- 
 port his arrival on leave and get his letters, a card was sent up to Miss 
 Travers which she read with cheeks that slightly paled : 
 
 " He is here, Kate." 
 
 " Nellie, you — you won't throw him over, after all he has done and 
 borne for you ?" 
 
 " I shall keep my promise/' was the answer. 
 
 XX. 
 
 "And so she's really going to marry Mr. Van Antwerp," said 
 Mrs. Buxton to Mrs. Waldron a few days later in the month of sun- 
 shine and roses. 
 
 " I did not think it possible when she left," was the reply. " Why 
 do you say so now ?" 
 
 " Oh, Mrs. Rayner writes that the captain had to go to Washing- 
 
166 THE DESERTER. 
 
 ton on some important family matters, and that she and Nellie were at 
 the sea-shore again, and Mr. Van Antwerp was with them from morn- 
 ing till night. He looked so worn and haggard, she said, that Nellie 
 could not but take pity on him. Heavens ! think of having five 
 hundred thousand dollars sighing its life away for you ! — especially 
 when he's handsome. Mrs. Rayner made me promise to send it right 
 back, because he would never give her one before, but she sent his 
 pictuie. It's splendid. Wait, and I'll show you." And Mrs. Bux- 
 ton darted into the house. 
 
 When she reappeared, three or four young cavalrymen were at the 
 gate, chatting with Mrs. Waldron, and the picture was passed from 
 hand to hand, exciting varied comment. It was a simple carte de visile, 
 of the style once spoken of as vignette, — only the head and shoulders 
 being visible, — but it was the picture of a strong, clear-cut face, with 
 thick, wavy black hair just tingeing with gray, a drooping moustache, 
 and long English whiskers. The eyes were heavy-browed, and, though 
 partially shaded by the gold-rimmed j)ince-nez, were piercing and fine. 
 Mr. Van Antwerp was unquestionably a fine-looking man. 
 
 " Here comes Hayne," said Royce. " Show it to him. He likes 
 pictures ; though I wouldn't like this one if I were in his place." 
 
 Mr. Hayne stopped in some surprise when hailed, greeted Mrs. 
 Waldron warmly, and bowed courteously to Mrs. Buxton, who was 
 watching him narrowly. 
 
 " Want to see a picture of the man you ought to go and perforate ?" 
 asked Webster, with that lofty indifference which youngsters have to 
 the ravages of the tender passion on subjects other than themselves. 
 
 " To whom do you refer ?" asked Hayne, smiling gravely, and 
 little imagining what was in store for l;im. 
 
 "This," said Webster, holding out the card. Hayne took it, gave 
 one glance, started, seized it witli both hands, studied it eagerly, while 
 his own face rapidly paled, then looked up with quick, searching eyes. 
 
 "Who is this?" he asked. 
 
 "The man who's engaged to Miss Travers, — Mr. Van Antwerp." 
 
 " This — this — Mr. Van Antwerp !" exclaimed Hayne, his face 
 white as a sheet. " Here, take it, Royce !" And in an instant he 
 had turned and gone. 
 
 " Well, I'll be hanged if I knew he was that hard hit," drawled 
 Webster. " Did you, Royce ?" 
 
 But Royce did not answer. 
 
THE DESERTER. ]G7 
 
 A gorgeous moonlight is bathing the Jersey coast in sparkling 
 silver. The tumbling billows come thundering in to the shining 
 strand, and sending their hissing, seething, whirling waters, all shim- 
 mer and radiance, to the very feet of the groups of spectators. There 
 are hundreds of people scattered here and there along the shingle, and 
 among the groups a pale-faced young man in tw r eed travelling-suit has 
 made his way to a point where he can command a view of all the 
 passers-by. It is nearly eleven o'clock before they begin to break up 
 and seek the broad corridors of the brilliantly-lighted hotel. A great 
 military band of nearly forty pieces is playing superbly at intervals, 
 and every now and then, as some stirring martial strains come thrilling 
 through the air, a young girl in a group near at hand beats time with 
 her pretty foot and seems to quiver with the influence of the soldier 
 melodies. A tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired man bends devotedly over 
 her, but he, too, seems to rise to his full height at times, and there is 
 something in the carriage and mien that tells that soldier songs have 
 thrilled his veins ere now. And this man the young traveller in gray 
 watches as though his eyes were fascinated. Standing in the shade of 
 a little summer-house, he never ceases his scrutiny of the group. 
 
 At last the musicians go, and the people follow. The sands are 
 soon deserted ; the great piazzas are emptied of their promenaders ; the 
 halls and corridors are still patronized by the few belated chaperons 
 and their giddy charges. The music-loving girl has gone aloft to her 
 room, and her aunt, the third member of the group that so chained the 
 attention of the young man in gray, lingers for a moment to exchange 
 a few words with their cavalier. He seems in need of consolation. 
 
 " Don't be so down-hearted, Mr. Van Antwerp. It is very early in 
 the summer, and you have the whole season before you." 
 
 " No, Mrs. Rayner : it is very different from last year. I cannot 
 explain it, but I know there has been a change. I feel as — as I used 
 to in my old, wild days when a change of luck was coming. It's like 
 the gambler's superstition ; but I cannot shake it off. Something told 
 me she was lost to me when you boarded that Pacific Express last Feb- 
 ruary. I was a fool ever to have let her go." 
 
 " Is she still so determined ?" 
 
 " I cannot shake her resoluti m. She says that at the end of the 
 year's time originally agreed upon she will keep her promise ; but she 
 will listen to no earlier marriage. I have about given up all hope. 
 Something again — that fearful something I cannot shake off— tells me 
 
168 THE DESERTER. 
 
 that my only chance lay in getting her to go with me this month. Once 
 abroad with her, I could make her happy ; but " 
 
 He breaks off irresolutely, looking about him in the strange, hunted 
 manner she has noted once or twice already. 
 
 " You are all unstrung, Mr. Van Antwerp. Why not go to bed 
 and try and sleep ? You will be so much brighter to-morrow." 
 
 " I cannot sleep. But don't let me keep you. I'll go out and smoke 
 a cigar. Good-night, Mrs. Rayner. Whatever comes of it all, I shall 
 not forget your kindness." 
 
 So he turns away, and she still stands at the foot of the staircase, 
 watching him uneasily. He has aged greatly in the past few months. 
 She is shocked to see how gray, how fitful, nervous, irritable, he has 
 become. As he moves towards the door-way, she notes how thin his 
 cheek has grown, and wonders at the irresolution in his movements 
 when he reaches the broad piazza. He stands there an instant, the 
 massive door- way forming a frame for a picture en silhouette, his tall 
 spare figure thrown black upon the silver sea beyond. He looks up and 
 down the now-deserted galleries, fumbles in his pockets for his cigar-case, 
 bites off with nervous clip the end of a huge " Regalia," strikes a light, 
 and before the flame is half applied to his weed throws it away, then 
 turns sharply and strides out of sight towards the office. 
 
 Another instant, and, as though in pursuit, a second figure, erect, 
 soldierly, with quick and bounding step strides across the glittering 
 moon-streak, and Mrs. Rayner's heart stands still. 
 
 Only for an instant, though. She has seen and recognized Lawrence 
 Hayne. Concealed from them he is following Mr. Van Antwerp, and 
 there can be but one purpose in his coming here, — Nellie. But what 
 can he want with her — her rightful lover ? She springs from the lower 
 step on which she has been standing, runs across the tessellated floor, 
 and stops short in the door-way, gazing after the two figures. She is 
 startled to find them close at hand, — one, Van Antwerp, close to the 
 railing, facing towards her, his features ghastly in the moonlight, his 
 left hand resting, and supporting him, on one of the tall wooden pil- 
 lars ; the other, Hayne, with white clinching fists, advancing upon 
 him. Above the low boom and roar of the surf she distinctly hears the 
 clear tenor ring of his voice in the tone of command she last heard 
 under the shadow of the Rockies, two thousand miles away : 
 
 " Halt !" 
 
 No wonder a gentleman in civil life looks amazed at so peremptory 
 
THE DESERTER. 169 
 
 a summons from a total stranger. In his high indignation will he not 
 strike the impertinent subaltern to earth ? As a well-bred woman, it 
 occurs to her that she ought to rush out and avert hostilities by in- 
 troducing them, or something ; but she has no time to act. The next, 
 words simply take her breath away : 
 
 " Sergeant Gower, I arrest you as a deserter and thief ! You de- 
 serted from F troop, — th Cavalry, at Battle Butte !" 
 
 She sees the fearful gleam on the dark man's face ; there is a sudden 
 spring, a clinch, a straining to and fro of two forms, — one tall, black', 
 snaky, the other light, lithe, agile, and trained; muttered curse, panting 
 breath, and then, sure as fate, the taller man is being borne backward 
 against the rail. She sees the dark arm suddenly relax its grasp of the 
 gray form and disappear an instant. Then, there it comes again, and 
 with it a gleam of steel. "With one shriek of warning and terror she 
 springs towards them, — just in time. Hayne glances up, catches the 
 lifted wrist, hurls his whole weight upon the tottering figure, and over 
 goes the Knickerbocker prone upon the floor. Hayne turns one in- 
 stant : " Go in-doors, Mrs. Rayner. This is no place for you. Leave 
 him to me." 
 
 And in that instant, before either can prevent, Steven Van Antwerp, 
 alw£ Gower, springs to his feet, leaps over the balcony rail, and disap- 
 pears in the depths below. It is a descent of not more than ten feet to 
 the sands beyond the dark passage that underlies the piazza, but he has 
 gone down into the passage itself. When Mr. Hayne, running down 
 the steps, gains his way to the space beneath the piazza, no trace of the 
 
 fugitive can he find. 
 
 * * * * ****** 
 
 Nor does Mr. Van Antwerp appear at breakfast on the following 
 morning, nor again to any person known to this story. An officer of 
 the — th Cavalry, spending a portion of the following winter in Paris, 
 writes that he met him face to face one day in the galleries of the Louvre. 
 Being in civilian costume, of course, and much changed in appearance 
 since he was a youth in the straps of a second lieutenant, it was possible 
 for him to take a good long look at the man he had not seen since he 
 wore the chevrons of a dashing sergeant in the Battle Butte campaign. 
 "He has grown almost white," wrote the lieutenant, "and I'm told he 
 has abandoned his business in New York and never will return to the 
 United States." 
 
 Rayner, too, has grown gray. A telegram from his wife sum- 
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170 THE DESERTER. 
 
 moned him to the sea-side from Washington the day after this strange 
 adventure of hers. He found her somewhat prostrate, his sister-in- 
 law very pale and quiet, and the clerks of the hotel unable to account 
 for the disappearance of Mr. Van Antwerp. Lieutenant Hayne, they 
 said, had told them he received news which compelled him to go back 
 to New York at once ; but the gentleman's traps were all in his room. 
 Mr. Hayne, too, had gone to New York; and thither the captain 
 followed. A letter came to him at the Westminster which he read and 
 handed in silence to Hayne. It was as follows : 
 
 " By the time this reaches you I shall be beyond reach of the law 
 and on my way to Europe to spend what may be left of my days. I 
 hope they may be few ; for the punishment that has fallen upon me is 
 more than I can bear, though no more than I deserve. Yon have heard 
 that my college days were wild, and that after repeated warnings my 
 father drove me from home, sending me to Wyoming to embark in the 
 cattle-business. I preferred gambling, and lost what he gave me. There 
 was nothing then left but to enlist ; and I joined the — th. Mother 
 still believed me in or near Denver, and wrote regularly there. The 
 life was horrible to me after the luxury and lack of restraint I had 
 enjoyed, and I meant to desert. Chance threw in my way that tempta- 
 tion. I robbed poor Hull the night before he was killed, repacked the 
 paper so that even the torn edges would show the greenbacks, resealed 
 it, — all just as I have had to hear through her pure and sacred lips it 
 was finally told and her lover saved. 
 
 " God knows I was shocked when I heard in Denver he was to be 
 tried for the crime. I hastened to Cheyenne, not daring to show my- 
 self to him or any one, and restored every cent of the money, placing 
 it in Mrs. Clancy's hands, as I dared not stay ; but I had hoped to 
 give it to Clancy, who had not arrived. The police knew me, and I 
 hid to go. I gave every cent I had, and walked back to Denver, then 
 got word to mother of my fearful danger ; and, though she never knew 
 I was a deserter, she sent me money, and I came East and went 
 abroad. Then my whole life changed. I was appalled to think how 
 low I had fallen. I shunned companionship, studied, did well at 
 Heidelberg ; father forgave me, and died ; but God has not forgiven, 
 and at the moment when I thought my life redeemed this retribution 
 overtakes me. 
 
 " If I may ask anything, it is that mother may never know the 
 
THE DESERTER. 171 
 
 truth. I will tell her that Nellie could not love me, and I could not 
 bear to stay." 
 
 Some few weeks later that summer Miss Travers stood by the same 
 balcony rail, with an open letter in her hand. There was a soft flush 
 on her pretty, peachy cheek, and a far-away look in her sweet blue 
 eyes. 
 
 " What news from Warrener, Nellie ?" asked Mrs. Rayner. 
 
 " Fluffy has reappeared." 
 
 "Indeed! Where?" 
 
 " At Mr. Hayne's. He writes that as he returned, the moment he 
 entered the hall she came running up to him, arching her back and 
 purring her delight and welcoming him just as though she belonged 
 there now ; and " 
 
 "And what, Nellie?" 
 
 "He says he means to keep her until I come to claim her." 
 
FROM THE RANKS 
 
FKOM THE BANKS. 
 
 A STRANGE thing had happened at the old fort during the still 
 watches of the night. Even now, at nine in the morning, no 
 one seemed to be in possession of the exact circumstances. The officer 
 of the day was engaged in an investigation, and all that appeared to be 
 generally known was the bald statement that the sentry on " Number 
 Five" had fired at somebody or other about half after three ; that he 
 had fired by order of the officer of the day, who was on his post at 
 the .time ; and that now he flatly refused to talk about the matter. 
 
 Garrison curiosity, it is perhaps needless to say, was rather stimu- 
 lated than lulled by this announcement. An unusual number of officers 
 were chatting about head-quarters when Colonel Maynard came over to 
 his office. Several ladies, too, who had hitherto shown but languid 
 interest in the morning music of the band, had taken the trouble to 
 stroll down to the old quadrangle, ostensibly to see guard-mounting. 
 Mrs. Maynard was almost always on her piazza at this time, and her 
 lovely daughter was almost sure to be at the gate with two or three 
 young fellows lounging about her. This morning, however, not a soul 
 appeared in front of the colonel's quarters. 
 
 Guard-mounting at the fort was not held until nine o'clock, con- 
 trary to the somewhat general custom at other posts in our scattered 
 army. Colonel Maynard had ideas of his own upon the subject, and 
 it was his theory that everything worked more smoothly if he had 
 finished a leisurely breakfast before beginning office-work of any kind, 
 and neither the colonel nor his family cared to breakfast before eight 
 o'clock. In view of the fact that Mrs. Maynard had borne that name 
 but a very short time and that her knowledge of army life dated only 
 from the month of May, the garrison was disposed to consider her en- 
 
176 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 titled to much latitude of choice in such matters, even while it did say 
 that she was old enough to be above bride-like sentiment. The women- 
 folk at the fort were of opinion that Mrs. Maynard was fifty. It must 
 be conceded that she was over forty, also that this was her second entry 
 into the bonds of matrimony. 
 
 That no one should now appear on the colonel's piazza was obvi- 
 ously a disappointment to several people. In some way or other most 
 of the breakfast-tables at the post had been enlivened by accounts of 
 the mysterious shooting. The soldiers going the rounds with the 
 " police-cart," the butcher and grocer and baker from town, the old 
 milkwoman with her glistening cans, had all served as newsmongers 
 from kitchen to kitchen, and the story that came in with the coffee to 
 the lady of the house had lost nothing in bulk or bravery. The groups 
 of officers chatting and smoking in front of head-quarters gained acces- 
 sions every moment, while the ladies seemed more absorbed in chat and 
 confidences than in the sweet music of the band. 
 
 What fairly exasperated some men was the fact that the old officer 
 of the day was not out on the parade where he belonged. Only the 
 new incumbent was standing there in statuesque pose as the band 
 trooped along the line, and the fact that the colonel had sent out word 
 that the ceremony would proceed without Captain Chester only served 
 to add fuel to the flame of popular conjecture. It was known that the 
 colonel was holding a consultation with closed doors with the old 
 officer of the day, and never before since he came to the regiment had 
 the colonel been known to look so pale and strange as when he glanced 
 out for just one moment and called his orderly. The soldier sprang up, 
 saluted, received his message, and, with every eye following him, sped 
 off towards the old stone guard-house. In three minutes he was on 
 his way back, accompanied by a corporal and private of the guard in 
 full dress uniform. 
 
 " That's Leary, — the man who fired the shot," said Captain Wilton 
 to his senior lieutenant, who stood by his side. 
 
 "Belongs to B Company, doesn't he?" queried the subaltern. 
 " Seems to me I have heard Captain Armitage say he was one of his 
 best men." 
 
 "Yes. He's been in the regiment as long as I can remember. 
 What on earth can the colonel want him for ? Near as I can learn, he 
 only fired by Chester's order." 
 
 " And neither of them knows what he fired at." 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 177 
 
 It was perhaps ten minutes more before Private Leary came forth 
 from the door-way of the colonel's office, nodded to the corporal, and, 
 raising their white-gloved hands in salute to the group of officers, the 
 two men tossed their rifles to the right shoulder and strode back to the 
 guard. 
 
 Another moment, and the colonel himself opened his door and ap- 
 peared in the hall-way. He stopped abruptly, turned back and spoke 
 a few words in low tone, then hurried through the groups at the en- 
 trance, looking at no man, avoiding their' glances, and giving faint and 
 impatient return to the soldierly salutations that greeted him. The 
 sweat was beaded on his forehead ; his lips were white, and his face full 
 of a trouble and dismay no man had ever seen there before. He spoke 
 to no one, but walked rapidly homeward, entered, and closed the gate 
 and door behind him. 
 
 For a moment there was silence in the group. Few men in the 
 service were better loved and honored than the veteran soldier who 
 
 commanded the th Infantry ; and it was with genuine concern 
 
 that his officers saw him so deeply and painfully affected, — for affected 
 he certainly was. Never before had his cheery voice denied them a 
 cordial " Good-morning, gentlemen." Never before had his blue eyes 
 flinched. He had been their comrade and commander in years of 
 frontier service, and his bachelor home had been the rendezvous of all 
 genial spirits when in garrison. They had missed him sorely when he 
 went abroad on long leave the previous year, and were almost indig- 
 nant when they received the news that he had met his fate in Italy and 
 would return married. "She" was the widow of a wealthy New- 
 Yorker who had been dead some three years only, and, though over 
 forty, did not look her years to masculine eyes when she reached the 
 fort in May. After knowing her a week, the garrison had decided to 
 a man that the colonel had done wisely. Mrs. Maynard was charming, 
 courteous, handsome, and accomplished. Only among the women were 
 there still a few who resented their colonel's capture ; and some of 
 these, oblivious of the fact that they had tempted him with rela- 
 tions of their own, were sententious and severe in their condemnation 
 of second marriage ; for the colonel, too, was indulging in a second ex- 
 periment. Of his first, only one man in the regiment, besides the com- 
 mander, could tell anything ; and he, to the just indignation of almost 
 everybody, would not discuss the subject. It was rumored that in the 
 old days when Maynard was senior captain and Chester junior sub- 
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178 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 altera m their former regiment the two had very little in common. It 
 was known that the first Mrs. Maynard, while still young and beautiful, 
 had died abroad. It was hinted that the resignation of a dashing 
 lieutenant of the regiment, which was synchronous with her departure 
 for foreign shores, was demanded by his brother officers ; but it was 
 useless asking Captain Chester. He could not tell; and — wasn't it 
 odd? — here was Chester again, the only man in the colonel's confi- 
 dence in an hour of evident trouble. 
 
 " By Jove ! what's gone wrong with the chief?" was the first 
 exclamation from one of the older officers. " I never saw him look so 
 broken." 
 
 As no explanation suggested itself, they began edging in towards 
 the office. The door stood open ; a hand-bell banged ; a clerk darted 
 in from the sergeant-major's rooms, and Captain Chester was revealed 
 seated at the colonel's desk. This in itself was sufficient to induce 
 several officers to stroll in and look inquiringly around. Captain 
 Chester, merely nodding, went on with some writing at which he was 
 engaged. 
 
 After a moment's awkward silence and uneasy glancing at one an- 
 other, the party seemed to arrive at the conclusion that it was time to 
 speak. The band had ceased, and the new guard had marched away 
 behind its pealing bugles. Lieutenant Hall winked at his comrades, 
 strolled hesitatingly over to the desk, balanced unsteadily on one leg, 
 and, with his hands sticking in his trousers-pockets and his forage-cap 
 swinging from protruding thumb and forefinger, cleared his throat, and, 
 with marked lack of confidence, accosted his absorbed superior : 
 
 " Colonel gone home ?" 
 
 "Didn't you see him?" was the uncompromising reply; and the 
 captain did not deign to raise his head or eyes. 
 
 " Well — er — yes, I suppose I did," said Mr. Hall, shifting uncom- 
 fortably to his other leg, and prodding the floor with the toe of his 
 boot. 
 
 " Then that wasn't what you wanted to know, I presume," said 
 Captain Chester, signing his name with a vicious dab of the pen and 
 bringing his fist down with a thump on the blotting-pad, while he 
 wheeled around in his chair and looked squarely up into the perturbed 
 features of the junior. 
 
 "No, it wasn't," answered Mr. Hall, in an injured tone, while an 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 179 
 
 audible snicker at the door added to his sense of discomfort. " What 
 I mainly wanted was to know could I go to town." 
 
 " That matter is easily arranged, Mr. Hall. All you have to do is 
 to get out of that uncomfortable and unsold ierly position, stand in the 
 attitude in which you are certainly more at home and infinitely more 
 picturesque, proffer your request in respectful words, and there is no 
 question as to the result." 
 
 " Oh ! you're in command, then?" said Mr. Hall, slowly wriggling 
 into the position of the soldier and flushing through his bronzed 
 cheeks. "I thought the colonel might be only gone for a minute." 
 
 " The colonel may not be back for a week ; but you be here for 
 
 dress-parade all the same, and Mr. Hall !" he called, as the young 
 
 officer was turning away. The latter faced about again. 
 
 " Was Mr. Jerrold going with you to town ?" 
 
 " Yes, sir. He was to drive me in his dog-cart, and it's over here 
 now." 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold cannot go, — at least not until I have seen him." 
 
 "Why, captain, he got the colonel's permission at breakfast this 
 morning." 
 
 " That is true, no doubt, Mr. Hall." And the captain dropped his 
 sharp and captious manner, and his voice fell, as though in sympathy 
 with the cloud that settled on his face. " I cannot explain matters just 
 now. There are reasons why the permission is withdrawn for the time 
 being. The adjutant will notify him." And Captain Chester turned 
 to his desk again as the new officer of the day, guard-book in hand, 
 entered to make his report. 
 
 " The usual orders, captain," said Chester, as he took the book from 
 his hand and looked over the list of prisoners. Then, in bold and 
 rapid strokes, he wrote across the page the customary certificate of the 
 old officer of the day, winding up with this remark : 
 
 " He also inspected guard and visited sentries between 3 and 3.35 
 A.M. The firing at 3.30 a.m. was by his order." 
 
 * Meantime, those officers who had entered and who had no immediate 
 duty to perform were standing or seated around the room, but all ob- 
 serving profound silence. For a moment or two no sound was heard 
 but the scratching of the captain's pen. Then, with some embarrass- 
 ment and hesitancy, he laid it down and glanced around him. 
 
 "Has any one here anything to ask, — any business to transact?" 
 
 Two or three mentioned some routine matters that required the 
 
180 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 action of the post-commander, but did so reluctantly, as though they 
 preferred to await the orders of the colonel himself. Captain Wilton, 
 indeed, spoke his sentiments : 
 
 " I wanted to see Colonel Maynard about getting two men of my 
 company relieved from extra duty ; but, as he isn't here, I fancy I had 
 better wait." 
 
 " Not at all. Who are your men ? — Have it done at once, Mr. 
 Adjutant, and supply their places from my company, if need be. Now 
 is there anything else ?" 
 
 The group was apparently "nonplussed," as the adjutant afterwards 
 put it, by such unlooked-for complaisance on the part of the usually 
 crotchety senior captain. Still, no one offered to lead the others and 
 leave the room. After a moment's nervous rapping with his knuckles 
 on the desk, Captain Chester again abruptly spoke : 
 
 " Gentlemen, I am sorry to incommode you, but, if there be nothing 
 more that you desire to see me about, I shall go on with some other 
 matters, which — pardon me — do not require your presence." 
 
 At this very broad hint the party slowly found their legs, and with 
 much wonderment and not a few resentful glances at their temporary 
 commander the officers sauntered to the door-way. There, however, 
 several stopped again, still reluctant to leave in the face of so pervading 
 a mystery, for Wilton turned. 
 
 " Am I to understand that Colonel Maynard has left the post to be 
 gone any length of time ?" he asked. 
 
 " He has not yet gone. I do not know how long he will be gone 
 or how soon he will start. For pressing personal reasons he has turned 
 over the command to me ; and, if he decide to remain away, of course 
 some field-officer will be ordered to come to head-quarters. For a day 
 or two you will have to worry along with me ; but I shan't worry you 
 more than I can help. I've got mystery and mischief enough here to 
 keep me busy, God knows. Just ask Sloat to come back here to me, 
 will you? And — Wilton, I did not mean to be abrupt with you. 
 I'm all upset to-day. Mr. Adjutant, notify Mr. Jerrold at once that 
 he must not leave the post until I have seen him. It is the colonel's 
 last order. Tell him so." 
 
 ir. 
 
 The night before had been unusually dark. A thick veil of clouds 
 overspread the heavens and hid the stars. Moon there was none, for 
 
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 the faint silver crescent that gleamed for a moment through the swift- 
 sailing wisps of vapor had dropped beneath the horizon soon after 
 tattoo, and the mournful strains of "taps," borne on the rising wind, 
 seemed to signal " extinguish lights" to the entire firmament as well as 
 to Fort Sibley. There was a dance of some kind at the quarters of 
 one of the staff-officers living far up the row on the southern terrace. 
 Chester heard the laughter and chat as the young officers and their 
 convoy of matrons and maids came tripping homeward after midnight. 
 He was a crusty old bachelor, to use his own description, and rarely 
 ventured into these scenes of social gayety, and, besides, he was officer 
 of the day, and it was a theory he was fond of expounding to juniors 
 that when on guard no soldier should permit himself to be drawn from 
 the scene of his duties. With his books and his pipe Chester wdiiled 
 away the lonely hours of the early night, and wondered if the wind 
 would blow up a rain or disperse the clouds entirely. Towards one 
 o'clock a light, bounding footstep approached his door, and the portal 
 flew open as a trim-built young fellow with laughing eyes and an air 
 of exuberant health and spirits came briskly in. It was Rollins, the 
 junior second lieutenant of the regiment, and Chester's own and only 
 pet, — so said the envious others. He was barely a year out of leading- 
 strings at the Point, and as full of hope and pluck and mischief as a 
 colt. Moreover, he was frank and teachable, said Chester, and didn't 
 come to him with the idea that he had nothing to learn and less to do. 
 The boy won upon his gruff captain from the very start, and, to the 
 incredulous delight of the whole regiment, within six months the old 
 cynic had taken him into his heart and home, and Mr. Rollins occupied 
 a pleasant room under Chester's roof-tree, and was the sole accredited 
 sharer of the captain's mess. To a youngster just entering service, 
 whose ambition it was to stick to business and make a record for zeal 
 and efficiency, these were manifest advantages. There were men in the 
 regiment to whom such close communion with a watchful senior would 
 have been most embarrassing, and Mr. Rollins's predecessor as second 
 lieutenant of Chester's company was one of these. Mr. Jerrold was a 
 happy man when promotion took him from under the wing of " Crusty 
 Jake" and landed him in Company B. More than that, it came just at 
 a time when, after four years of loneliness and isolation at an up-river 
 stockade, his new company and his old one, together with four others 
 from the regiment, were ordered to join head-quarters and the band at 
 the most delightful station in the Northwest. Here Mr. Rollins had 
 
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 reported for duty during the previous autumn, and here they were with 
 troops of other arms of the service, enjoying the close proximity of all 
 the good things of civilization. 
 
 Chester looked up with a quizzical smile as his " plebe" came in : 
 
 " Well, sir, how many dances had you with ' Sweet Alice, Ben 
 Bolt' ? Not many, I fancy, with Mr. Jerrold monopolizing everything, 
 as usual. By gad ! some good fellow could make a colossal fortune 
 in buying that young man at my valuation and selling him at his 
 own." 
 
 " Oh, come, now, captain," laughed Rollins, " Jerrold's no such 
 slouch as you make him out. He's lazy, and he likes to spoon, and 
 he puts up with a good deal of petting from the girls, — who wouldn't, 
 if he could get it ? — but he is jolly and big-hearted, and don't put on 
 any airs, — with us, at least, — and the mess like him first-rate. 'Tain't 
 his fault that he's handsome and a regular lady-killer. You must 
 admit that he had a pretty tough four years of it up there at that cussed 
 old Indian graveyard, and it's only natural he should enjoy getting 
 here, where there are theatres and concerts and operas and dances and 
 dinners " 
 
 " Yes, dances and dinners and daughters, — all delightful, I know, 
 but no excuse for a man's neglecting his manifest duty, as he is doing 
 and has been ever since we got here. Any other time the colonel would 
 have straightened him out ; but no use trying it now, when both women 
 in his household are as big fools about the man as anybody in town, — 
 bigger, unless I'm a born idiot." And Chester rose excitedly. 
 
 " I suppose he had Miss Renwick pretty much to himself to-night ?" 
 he presently demanded, looking angrily and searchingly at his junior, 
 as though half expecting him to dodge the question. 
 
 " Oh, yes. Why not ? It's pretty evident she would rather dance 
 and be with him than with any one else : so what can a fellow do? Of" 
 course we ask her to dance, and all that, and I think he wants us to ; 
 but I cannot help feeling rather a bore to her, even if she is only 
 eighteen, and there are plenty of pleasant girls in the garrison who 
 don't get any too much attention, now we're so near a big city, and I 
 like to be with them." 
 
 " Yes, and it's the right thing for you to do, youngster. That's one 
 trait I despise in Jerrold. When we were up there at the stockade two 
 winters ago, and Captain Gray's little girl was there, he hung around 
 her. from morning till night, and the poor little thing fairly beamed and 
 
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 blossomed with delight. Look at her now, man ! He don't go near 
 her. He hasn't had the decency to take her a walk, a drive, or any- 
 thing, since we got here. He began, from the moment we came, with 
 that gang in town. He was simply devoted to Miss Beaubien until 
 Alice Renwick came ; then he dropped her like a hot brick. By the 
 Eternal, Rollins, he hasn't gotten off with that old love yet, you mark 
 my words. There's Indian blood in her veins, and a look in her eye 
 that makes me wriggle, sometimes. I watched her last night at parade 
 when she drove out here with that copper-faced old squaw, her mother. 
 For all her French and Italian education and her years in New York 
 and Paris, that girl's got a wild streak in her somewhere. She sat there 
 watching him as the officers marched to the front, and then her, as he 
 went up and joined Miss Renwick ; and there was a gleam of her white 
 teeth and a flash in her black eyes that made me think of the leap of a 
 knife from the sheath. Not but what 'twould serve him right if she 
 did play him some devil's trick. It's his own doing. Were any people 
 out from town ?" he suddenly asked. 
 
 " Yes, half a dozen or so," answered Mr. Rollins, who was pulling 
 off his boots and inserting his feet into easy slippers, while old 
 " Crusty" tramped excitedly up and down the floor. " Most of them 
 stayed out here, I think. Only one team went back across the bridge." 
 
 "Whose was that?" 
 
 "The Suttons', I believe. Young Cub Sutton was out with his 
 sister and another girl." 
 
 " There's another damned fool !" growled Chester. " That boy has 
 ten thousand a year of his own, a beautiful home that will be his, a 
 doting mother and sister, and everything wealth can buy, and yet, by 
 gad ! he's unhappy because he can't be a poor devil of a lieutenant, 
 with nothing but drills, debts, and rifle-practice to enliven him. That's 
 what brings him out here all the time. He'd swap places with you in 
 a minute. Isn't he very thick with Jerrold ?" 
 
 " Oh, yes, rather. Jerrold entertains him a good deal." 
 
 "Which is returned with compound interest, I'll bet you. Mr. 
 Jerrold simply makes a convenience of him. He won't make love to 
 his sister, because the poor, rich, unsophisticated girl is as ugly as she 
 is ubiquitous. His majesty is fastidious, you see, and seeks only the 
 caress of beauty, and while he lives there at the Suttons' when he goes 
 to town, and dines and sleeps and smokes and wines there, and uses 
 their box at the opera-house, and is courted and flattered by the old 
 
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 lady because dear Cabby worships the ground he walks on and poor 
 Fanny Sutton thinks him adorable, he turns his back on the girl at 
 every dance because she can't dance, and leaves her to you fellows wdio 
 have a conscience and some idea of decency. He gives all Ms devotions 
 to Nina Beaubien, who dances like a coryphee, and drops her when Alice 
 Renwick comes with her glowing Spanish beauty. Oh, damn it, I'm 
 an old fool to get worked up over it as I do, but you young fellows 
 don't see what I see. You haven't seen what I've seen; and pray 
 God you never may ! That's where the shoe pinches, Rollins. It is 
 what he reminds me of — not so much what he is, I suppose — that I get 
 rabid about. He is for all the world like a man we had in the old 
 regiment when you were in swaddling-clothes ; and I never look at 
 Mamie Gray's sad, white face that it doesn't bring back a girl I knew 
 just then whose heart was broken by just such a shallow, selfish, adora- 
 ble scoun No, I won't use tliat word in speaking of Jerrold ; but 
 
 it's what I fear. Rollins, you call him generous. Well, so he is, — 
 lavish, if you like, with his money and his hospitality here in the post. 
 Money comes easily to him, and goes ; but you boys misuse the term. 
 / call him selfish to the core, because he can deny himself no luxury, 
 no pleasure, though it may wring a woman's life — or, more than that, 
 her honor — to give it him." The captain was tramping up and down 
 the room now, as was his wont when excited ; his face was flushed, 
 and his hand clinched. He turned suddenly and faced the younger 
 officer, who sat gazing uncomfortably at the rug in front of the fire- 
 place : 
 
 " Rollins, some day I may tell you a story that I've kept to myself 
 all these years. You won't wonder at my feeling as I do about these 
 goings-on of your friend Jerrold when you hear it all, but it was just 
 such a man as he who ruined one woman, broke the heart of another, 
 and took the sunshine out of the life of two men from that day to this. 
 One of them was your colonel, the other your captain. Now go to bed. 
 I'm going out." And, throwing down his pipe, regardless of the 
 scattering sparks and ashes, Captain Chester strode into the hall-way, 
 picked up the first forage-cap he laid hands on, and banged himself out 
 of the front door. 
 
 Mr. Rollins remained for some moments in the same attitude, still 
 gazing abstractedly at the rug, and listening to the nervous tramp of 
 his senior officer on the piazza without. Then he slowly and thought- 
 rally went to his room, where his perturbed spirit was soon soothed in 
 
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 sleep. " His conscience being clear and his health perfect, there were no 
 deep cares to keep him tossing on a restless pillow. 
 
 To Chester, however, sleep was impossible : he tramped the piazza 
 a full hour befbre he felt placid enough to go and inspect his guard. 
 The sentries were calling three o'clock, and the wind had died away, 
 as he started on his round. Dark as was the night, he carried no 
 lantern. The main garrison was well lighted by lamps, and the road 
 circling the old fort was broad, smooth, and bordered by a stone coping 
 wall where it skirted the precipitous descent into the river-bottom. As 
 he passed down the plank walk west of the quadrangle wherein lay the 
 old barracks and the stone quarters of the commanding officer and the 
 low one-storied row of bachelor dens, he could not help noting the 
 silence and peace of the night. Not a light was visible at any window 
 as he strode down the line. The challenge of the sentry at the old 
 stone tower sounded unnecessarily sharp and loud, and his response of 
 " Officer of the day" was lower than usual, as though rebuking the 
 unseemly outcry. The guard came scrambling out and formed hur- 
 riedly to receive him, but the captain's inspection was of the briefest 
 kind. Barely glancing along the prison corridor to see that the bars 
 were in place, he turned back into the night, and made for the line of 
 posts along the river-bank. The sentry at the high bridge across the 
 gorge, and the next one, well around to the southeast flank, Avere suc- 
 cessively visited and briefly questioned as to their instructions, and then 
 the captain plodded sturdily on until he came to the sharp bend around 
 the outermost angle of the fort and found himself passing behind the 
 quarters of the commanding officer, a substantial two-storied stone house 
 with mansard roof and dormer-windows. The road in the rear was 
 some ten feet below the level of the parade inside the quadrangle, and 
 consequently, as the house faced the parade, what was the ground-floor 
 from that front became the second story at the rear. The kitchen, store- 
 room, and servants' rooms were on this lower stage, and opened upon 
 the road ; an outer stairway ran up to the centre door at the back, but 
 at the east and w T est flanks of the house the stone walls stood without 
 port or window except those above the eaves, — the dormers. Light and 
 air in abundance streamed through the broad Venetian windows north 
 and south when light and air were needed. This night, as usual, all 
 was tightly closed below, all darkness aloft as he glanced up at the 
 dormers high above his head. As he did so, his foot struck a sudden 
 and sturdy obstacle; he stumbled and pitched heavily forward, and 
 
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 found himself sprawling at full length upon a ladder lying on the 
 ground almost in the middle of the roadway. 
 
 " Damn those painters !" he growled between his set teeth. " They 
 leave their infernal man-traps around in the very hope of catching me, 
 I believe. Now, who but a painter would have left a ladder in such a 
 place as this ?" 
 
 Rising ruefully and rubbing a bruised knee with his hand, he 
 limped painfully ahead a few steps, until he came to the side-wall of 
 the colonel's house. Here a plank walk passed from the roadway along 
 the western wall until almost on a line with the front piazza, where by 
 a flight of steps it was carried up to the level of the parade. Here he 
 paused a moment to dust off his clothes and rearrange his belt and 
 sword. He stood leaning against the wall and facing the gray stone 
 gable end of the row of old-fashioned quarters that bounded the parade 
 upon the southwest. All was still darkness and silence. 
 
 " Confound this sword !" he muttered again : " the thing made rat- 
 tle and racket enough to wake the dead. Wonder if I disturbed any- 
 body at the colonel's." 
 
 As though in answer to his suggestion, there suddenly appeared, 
 high on the blank wall before him, the reflection of a faint light. Had 
 a little night-lamp been turned on in the front room of the upper story? 
 The gleam came from the north window on the side : he saw plainly 
 the shadow of the pretty lace curtains, looped loosely back. Then the 
 shade was gently raised, and there was for an instant the silhouette of 
 a slender hand and wrist, the shadow of a lace-bordered sleeve. Then 
 the light receded, as though carried back across the room, waned, as 
 though slowly extinguished, and the last shadows showed the curtains 
 still looped back, the rolling shade still raised. 
 
 " I thought so," he growled. " One tumble like that is enough 
 to wake the Seven Sleepers, let alone a love-sick girl who is prob- 
 ably dreaming over Jerrold's parting words. She is spirited and blue- 
 blooded enough to have more sense, too, that same superb brunette. 
 Ah, Miss Alice, I wonder if you think that fellow's love worth having. 
 It is two hours since he left you, — more than that, — and here you are 
 awake yet, — cannot sleep, — want more air, and have to come and raise 
 your shade. JSTo such warm night, either." These were his reflections 
 as he picked up his offending sword and, more slowly and cautiously 
 now, groped his way along the western terrace. He passed the row 
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 before he came upon the next sentry, — "Number Five," — and recog- 
 nized, in the stern " Who comes there ?" and the sharp rattle of the 
 bayonet as it dropped to the charge, the well-known challenge of 
 Private Leary, one of the oldest and most reliable soldiers in the regi- 
 ment, 
 
 " All right on your post, Leary ?" he asked, after having given the 
 countersign. 
 
 " All right, I think, sor ; though if the captain had asked me that 
 half an hour ago I'd not have said so. It was so dark I couldn't see 
 me hand afore me face, sor ; but about half-past two I was walkin' 
 very slow down back of the quarters, whin just close by Loot'nant 
 Jerrold's back gate I seen somethin' movin', and as I come softly along 
 it riz up, an' sure I thought 'twas the loot'nant himself, whin he 
 seemed to catch sight o' me or hear me, and he backed inside the gate 
 an' shut it. I was sure 'twas he, he was so tall and slim like, an' so I 
 niver said a word until I got to thinkin' over it, and then I couldn't 
 spake. Sure if it had been the loot'nant he wouldn't have backed 
 away from a sintry ; he'd 'a' come out bold and given the countersign ; 
 but I didn't think o' that. It looked like him in the dark, an' 'twas 
 his quarters, an' I thought it was him, until I thought ag'in, and then, 
 sor, I wint back and searched the yard ; but there was no one there." 
 
 " Hm ! Odd tiling that, Leary ! Why didn't you challenge at first ?" 
 
 "Sure, sor, he lept inside the fince quick as iver we set eyes on 
 each other. He was beiidin' down, and I thought it was one of the 
 hound pups when I first sighted him." 
 
 " And he hasn't been around since ?" 
 
 " No, sor, nor nobody, till the officer of the day came along." 
 
 Chester walked away puzzled. Sibley was a most quiet and orderly 
 garrison. Night prowlers had never been heard from, especially over 
 here at the south and southwest fronts. The enlisted men going to or 
 from town passed across the big, high bridge or went at once to their 
 own quarters on the east and north. This southwestern terrace behind 
 the bachelors' row was the most secluded spot on the whole post, — so 
 much so that when a fire broke out there among the fuel-heaps one sharp 
 winter's night a year agone it had well nigh enveloped the whole line 
 before its existence was discovered. Indeed, not until after this occur- 
 rence was a sentry posted on that front at all ; and, once ordered there, 
 he had so little to do and was so comparatively sure to be undisturbed 
 that the old soldiers eagerly sought the post in preference to any other, 
 
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 and were given it as a peace privilege. For months, relief after relief 
 tramped around the fort and found the terrace post as humdrum and 
 silent as an empty church ; but this night " Number Five" leaped sud- 
 denly into notoriety. 
 
 Instead of going home, Chester kept on across the plateau and took 
 a long walk on the northern side of the reservation, where the quarter- 
 master's stables and corrals were placed. He was affected by a strange 
 unrest. His talk with Rollins had roused the memories of years long 
 gone by, — of days when he, too, was young and full of hope and faith, 
 ay, full of love, — all lavished on one fair girl who knew it well, but 
 gently, almost entreatingly, repelled him. Her heart was wrapped 
 up in another, the Adonis of his day in the gay old seaboard garrison. 
 She was a soldier's child, barrack-born, simply taught, knowing little 
 of the vice and temptations, the follies and the frauds, of the whirling 
 life of civilization. A good and gentle mother had reared her and been 
 called hence. Her father, an officer whose sabre-arm was left at Molino 
 del Rey, and whose heart was crushed when the loving wife was taken 
 from him, turned to the child who so resembled her, and centred there 
 all his remaining love and life. He welcomed Chester to his home, and 
 tacitly favored his suit, but in his blindness never saw how a few 
 moonlit strolls on the old moss-grown parapet, a few evening dances in 
 the casemates with handsome, wooing, winning Will Forrester, had 
 done their work. She gave him all the wild, enthusiastic, worshipping 
 love of her girlish heart just about the time Captain and Mrs. Maynard 
 came back from leave, and then he grew cold and negligent there, but 
 lived at Maynard's fireside ; and one day there came a sensation, — a 
 tragedy, — and Mrs. Maynard went away, and died abroad, and a 
 shocked and broken-hearted girl hid her face from all and pined at 
 home, and Mr. Forrester's resignation was sent from — no one knew 
 just w r here, and no one would have cared to know, except Maynard. He 
 would have followed him, pistol in hand, but Forrester gave him no 
 chance. Years afterwards Chester again sought her and offered her his 
 love and his name. It was useless, she told him, sadly. She lived 
 only for her father now, and would never leave him till he died, and 
 then — she prayed she might go too. Memories like this will come up 
 at such times in these same " still watches of the night." Chester was 
 in a moody frame of mind when about half an hour later he came back 
 past the guard-house. The sergeant was standing near the lighted en- 
 trance, and the captain called him : 
 
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 " There's a ladder lying back of the colonel's quarters on the road- 
 way. Some of those painters left it, I suppose. It's a wonder some 
 of the reliefs have not broken their necks over it going around to-night. 
 Let the next one pick it up and move it out of the way. Hasn't it 
 been reported?" 
 
 " Not to me, sir. Corporal Schreiber has command of this relief, 
 and he has said nothing about it. Here he is, sir." 
 
 " Didn't you see it or stumble over it when posting your relief, 
 corporal ?" asked Chester. 
 
 " No indeed, sir. I — I think the captain must have been mistaken 
 in thinking it a ladder. We would surely have struck it if it hail been." 
 
 "No mistake at all, corporal. I lifted it. It is a long, heavy 
 ladder, — over twenty feet, I should say." 
 
 "There is such a ladder back there, captain," said the sergeant, 
 "but it always hangs on the fence just behind the young officers' 
 quarters, — Bachelors' Row, sir, I mean." 
 
 " And that ladder was there an hour ago when I went my rounds," 
 said the corporal, earnestly. " I had my hurricane-lamp, sir, and saw 
 it on the fence plainly. And there was nothing behind the colonel's at 
 that hour." 
 
 Chester turned away, thoughtful and silent. Without a word he 
 walked straight into the quadrangle, past the low line of stone build- 
 ings, the offices of the adjutant and quartermaster, the home of the 
 sergeant-major, the club- and billiard-room, past the long, piazza-shaded 
 row of bachelor quarters, and came upon the plank walk at the corner 
 of the colonel's fence. Ten more steps, and he stood stock-still at the 
 head of the flight of wooden stairs. 
 
 There, dimly visible against the southern sky, its base on the plank 
 walk below him, its top resting upon the eaves midway between the 
 dormer-window and the roof of the piazza, so that one could step easily 
 from it into the one or on to the other, was the very ladder that half an 
 hour before was lying on the ground behind the house. 
 
 His heart stood still. He seemed powerless to move, — even to 
 think. Then a slight noise roused him, and with every nerve tingling 
 he crouched ready for a spring. With quick, agile movements, noise- 
 less as a cat, sinuous and stealthy as a serpent, the dark figure of a man 
 issued from Alice Renwick's chamber window and came gliding down. 
 
 One second more, and, almost as noiselessly, he reached the ground, 
 then quickly raised and turned the ladder, stepped with it to the edge 
 
190 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 of the roadway, and peered around the angle as though to see that no 
 sentry was in sight, then vanished with his burden around the corner. 
 Another second, and down the steps went Chester, three at a bound, tip- 
 toeing it in pursuit. Ten seconds brought hirn close to the culprit, — a 
 tall, slender shadow. 
 
 "You villain! Halt!" 
 
 Down went the ladder on the dusty road. The hand that Chester 
 had clinched upon the broad shoulder was hurled aside. There was a 
 sudden whirl, a lightning blow that took the captain full in the chest 
 and staggered him back upon the treacherous and entangling rungs, 
 and, ere he could recover himself, the noiseless stranger had fairly 
 whizzed into space and vanished in the darkness up the road. Chester 
 sprang in pursuit. He heard the startled challenge of the sentry, and 
 then Leary's excited " Halt, I say ! Halt !" and then he shouted, — 
 
 " Fire on him, Leary ! Bring him down !" 
 
 Bang went the ready rifle with sharp, sullen roar that woke the 
 echoes across the valley. Bang again, as Leary sent a second shot after 
 the first. Then, as the captain came panting to the spot, they followed 
 up the road. No sign of the runner. Attracted by the shots, the 
 sergeant of the guard and one or two men, lantern-bearing, came run- 
 ning to the scene. Excitedly they searched up and down the road in 
 mingled hope and dread of finding the body of the marauder, or some 
 clue or trace. Nothing ! Whoever he was, the fleet runner had van- 
 ished and made good his escape. 
 
 " Who could it have been, sir ?" asked the sergeant of the officer of 
 the day. " Surely none of the men ever come round this way." 
 
 " I don't know, sergeant ; I don't know. Just take your lamp and 
 see if there is anything visible down there among the rocks. He may 
 have been hit and leaped the wall. — Do you think you hit him, 
 Leary?" 
 
 " I can't say, sor. He came by me like a flash. I had just a 
 second's look at him, and Sure I niver saw such runnin'." 
 
 " Could you see his face?" asked Chester, in a low tone, as the other 
 men moved away to search the rocks. 
 
 " Not his face, sor. 'Twas too dark." 
 
 " Was there— did he look like anybody you knew, or had seen ? — 
 anybody in the command ?" 
 
 " Well, sor, not among the men, that is. There's none so tall and 
 slim both, and so light. Sure he must 'a' worn gums, sor. You 
 wouldn't hear the whisper of a footfall." 
 
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 " But whom did he seem to resemble ?" 
 
 " Well, if the captain will forgive me, sor, it's unwillin' I am to 
 say the worrd, but there's no one that tall and light and slim here, sor, 
 but Loot'nant Jerrold. Sure it couldn't be him, sor." 
 
 " Leary, will you promise me something on your word as a man ? M 
 
 "I will, sor." 
 
 " Say not one word of this matter to any one, except I tell you, or 
 you have to, before a court." 
 
 " I promise, sor." 
 
 " And I believe you. Tell the sergeant I will soon be back." 
 
 With that he turned and walked down the road until once more 
 he came to the plank crossing and the passage-way between the colonel's 
 and Bachelors' Row. Here again he stopped short, and waited with 
 bated breath and scarcely-beating heart. The faint light he had seen 
 before again illumined the room and cast its gleam upon the old gray 
 wall. Even as he gazed, there came silently to the window a tall, 
 white-robed form, and a slender white hand seized and lowered the 
 shade, noiselessly. Then, as before, the light faded away ; but — she 
 was awake. 
 
 Waiting one moment in silence, Captain Chester then sprang up the 
 wooden steps and passed under the piazza which ran the length of the 
 bachelor quarters. Half-way down the row he turned sharply to his 
 left, opened the green-painted door, and stood in a little dark hall-way. 
 Taking his match-box from his pocket, he struck a light, and by its 
 glare quickly read the card upon the first door-way to his right : 
 
 "Mr. Howard F. Jerrold, 
 
 « th Infantry, U.S.A." 
 
 Opening this door, he bolted straight through the little parlor to 
 the bedroom in the rear. A dim light was burning on the mantel. 
 The bed was unruffled, untouched, and Mr. Jerrold was not there. 
 
 Five minutes afterwards, Captain Chester, all alone, had laboriously 
 and cautiously dragged the ladder from the side to the rear of the 
 colonel's house, stretched it in the roadway where he had first stumbled 
 upon it, then returned to the searching-party on " Number Five." 
 
 " Send two men to put that ladder back," he ordered. " It is where 
 I told you, — on the road behind the colonel's." 
 
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 III. 
 
 When Mrs. Maynard came to Sibley in May and the officers with 
 their wives were making their welcoming call, she had with motherly 
 pride and pleasure yielded to their constant importunities and shown to 
 one party after another an album of photographs, — likenesses of her 
 only daughter. There were little cartes de visite representing her in 
 long dresses and baby-caps; quaint little pictures of a chubby-faced, 
 chubby-legged infant a few months older ; charming studies of a little 
 girl with great black eyes and delicate features; then of a tall, slender 
 slip of a maiden, decidedly foreign-looking ; then of a sweet and pensive 
 face, with great dark eyes, long, beautiful curling lashes, and very heavy, 
 low-arched brows, exquisitely moulded mouth and chin, and most luxu- 
 riant dark hair ; then others, still older, in every variety of dress, — even 
 in fancy costume, such as the girl had worn at fair or masquerade. 
 These and others still had Mrs. Maynard shown them, with repressed 
 pride and pleasure and with sweet acknowledgment of their enthusiastic 
 praises. Alice still tarried in the East, visiting relatives whom she had 
 not seen since her father's death three years earlier, and, long before she 
 came to join her mother at Sibley and to enter upon the life she so 
 eagerly looked forward to, " 'way out in the West, you know, with 
 officers and soldiers and the band, and buffalo and Indians all around 
 you," there was not an officer or an officer's wife who had not delight- 
 edly examined that album. There was still another picture, but that 
 one had been shown to only a chosen few just one week after her daugh- 
 ter's arrival, and rather an absurd scene had occurred, in which that 
 most estimable officer, Lieutenant Sloat, had figured as the hero. A 
 more simple-minded, well-intentioned fellow than Sloat there did not 
 live. He was so full of kindness and good nature and readiness to do 
 anything for anybody that it never seemed to occur to him that every- 
 body on earth was not just as ready to be equally accommodating. He 
 was a perpetual source of delight to the colonel, and one of the most loyal 
 and devoted of subalterns, despite the fact that his locks were long sil- 
 vered with the frosts of years and that he had fought through the war 
 of the rebellion and risen to the rank of a field-officer in Maynard's old 
 brigade. The most temperate of men, ordinarily, the colonel had one 
 anniversary he loved to celebrate, and Sloat was his stand-by when the 
 
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 3d of July came round, just as he had been at his shoulder at that 
 supreme moment when, heedless of the fearful sweep of shell and canis- 
 ter through their shattered ranks, Pickett's heroic Virginians breasted 
 the slope of Cemetery Hill and surged over the low stone wall into 
 dishing' s guns. Hard, stubborn fighting had Maynard's men to do 
 that day, and for serene courage and determination no man had beaten 
 Sloat. Both officers had bullet-hole mementos to carry from that 
 field ; both had won their brevets for conspicuous gallantry, and Sloat 
 was a happy and grateful man when, years afterwards, his old com- 
 mander secured him a lieutenancy in the regular service. He was the 
 colonel's henchman, although he never had brains enough to win a place 
 on the regimental staff, and when Mrs. Maynard came he overwhelmed 
 her with cumbrous compliments and incessant calls. He was, to his 
 confident belief, her chosen and accepted knight for full two days after 
 her arrival. Then Jerrold came back from a brief absence, and, as in 
 duty bound, went to pay his respects to his colonel's wife; and that 
 night there had been a singular scene. Mrs. Maynard had stopped 
 suddenly in her laughing chat with two ladies, had started from her 
 seat, wildly staring at the tall, slender subaltern who entered the gate- 
 way, and then fell back in her chair, fairly swooning as he made his bow. 
 Sloat had rushed into the house to call the colonel and get some 
 water, while Mr. Jerrold stood paralyzed- at so strange a reception of 
 his first call. Mrs. Maynard revived presently, explained that it was 
 her heart, or the heat, or something, and the ladies on their way home 
 decided that it was possibly the heart, it was certainly not the heat, it 
 was unquestionably something, and that something was Mr. Jerrold, 
 for she never took her eyes off him during the entire evening, and 
 seemed unable to shake off the fascination. Next day Jerrold dined 
 there, and from that time on he was a daily visitor. Every one noted 
 Mrs. Maynard's strong interest in him, but no one could account for it. 
 She was old enough to be his mother, said the garrison; but not until 
 Alice Renwick came did another consideration appear : he was singu- 
 larly like the daughter. Both were tall, lithe, slender ; both had dark, 
 lustrous eyes, dark, though almost perfect, skin, exquisitely-chiselled 
 features, and slender, shapely hands and feet. Alice was "the picture 
 of her father," said Mrs. Maynard, and Mr. Renwick had lived all his 
 life in New York ; while Mr. Jerrold was of an old Southern family, 
 and his mother a Cuban beauty who was the toast of the New Orleans 
 clubs not many years before the war. 
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 Poor Sloat ! He did not fancy Jerrold, and was as jealous as so 
 unselfish a mortal could be of the immediate ascendency the young 
 fellow established in the colonel's household. It was bad enough be- 
 fore Alice joined them ; after that it was wellnigh unbearable. Then 
 came the 3d-of-July dinner and the colonel's one annual jollification. 
 No man ever heard of Sloat's being intoxicated ; he rarely drank at 
 all ; but this evening the reminiscences of the day, the generous wine, 
 the unaccustomed elegance of all his surroundings, due to Mrs. May- 
 nard's taste and supervision, and the influence of Alice Renwick's 
 exquisite beauty, had fairly carried him away. 
 
 They were chatting in the parlor, while Miss Renwick was enter- 
 taining some young-lady friends from town and listening to the band 
 on the parade. Sloat was expatiating on her grace and beauty and 
 going over the album for the twentieth time, when the colonel, with a 
 twinkling eye, remarked to Mrs. Maynard, — 
 
 " I think you ought to show Major* Sloat the ' Directoire' picture, 
 my dear." 
 
 " Alice would never forgive me," said madame, laughing ; " though 
 I consider it the most beautiful we have of her." 
 
 " Oh, where is it ?" " Oh, do let us see it, Mrs. Maynard !" was 
 the chorus of exclamations from the few ladies present. " Oh, I insist 
 on seeing it, madame," was Sloat's characteristic contribution to the 
 clamor. 
 
 " I want you to understand it," said Mrs. Maynard, pleased, but 
 still hesitating. " We are very daft about Alice at home, you know, 
 and it's quite a wonder she has not been utterly spoiled by her aunts 
 and uncles; but this picture was a specialty. An artist friend of ours 
 fairly made us have it taken in the wedding-dress worn by her grand- 
 mother. You know the Josephine Beauharnais ' Directoire' style 
 that was worn in seventeen ninety-something. Her neck and shoul- 
 ders are lovely, and that was why we consented. I went, and so did 
 the artist, and we posed her, and the photograph is simply perfect of 
 her face, and neck too, but when Alice saw it she blushed furiously 
 and forbade my having them finished. Afterwards, though, she 
 yielded when her aunt Kate and I begged so hard and promised that 
 
 * By act of Congress, officers may be addressed by the title of the highest 
 rank held by them in the volunteer service during the war. The colonel always 
 punctiliously so addressed his friend and subordinate, although in the army liis 
 grade was simply that of first lieutenant. 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 195 
 
 none should be given away, and so just half a dozen were finished. 
 Indeed, the dress is by no means as decollete" as many girls wear theirs 
 at dinner now in New York ; but poor Alice was scandalized when she 
 saw it last month, and she never would let me put one in the album." 
 
 " Oh, do go and get it, Mrs. Maynard I" pleaded the ladies. " Oh, 
 please let me see it, Mrs. Maynard !" added Sloat ; and at last the 
 mother-pride prevailed. Mrs. Maynard rustled up-stairs, and presently 
 returned holding in her hands a delicate silver frame in filigree- work, 
 a quaint foreign affair, and enclosed therein was a cabinet photograph 
 en vignette, — the head, neck, and shoulders of a beautiful girl ; and the 
 dainty, diminutive, what- there- was-of-it waist of the old-fashioned gown, 
 sashed almost immediately under the exquisite bust, revealed quite 
 materially the cause of Alice Renwick's blushes. But a more beauti- 
 ful portrait was never photographed. The women fairly gasped with 
 delight and envy. Sloat could not restrain his impatience to get it in 
 his own hands, and finally he grasped it and then eyed it in rapture. 
 It was two minutes before he spoke a word, while the colonel sat laugh- 
 ing at his worshipping gaze. Mrs. Maynard somewhat uneasily stretched 
 forth her hand, and the other ladies impatiently strove to regain posses- 
 sion. 
 
 " Come, Major Sloat, you've surely had it long enough. We want 
 it again." 
 
 " Never !" said Sloat, with melodramatic intensity. " Never ! This 
 is my ideal of perfection, — of divinity in woman. I will bear it home 
 with me, set it above my fireside, and adore it day and night." 
 
 " Nonsense, Major Sloat !" said Mrs. Maynard, laughing, yet far 
 from being at her ease. " Come, I must take it back. Alice may be in 
 any minute now, and if she knew I had betrayed her she would never 
 forgive me. Come, surrender !" And she strove to take it from him. 
 
 But Sloat was in one of his utterly asinine moods. He would have 
 been perfectly willing to give any sum he possessed for so perfect a 
 picture as this. He never dreamed that there were good and sufficient 
 reasons why no man should have it. He so loved and honored his 
 colonel that he was ready to lay down his life for any of his household. 
 In laying claim to this picture he honestly believed that it was the 
 highest proof he could give of his admiration and devotion. A tame 
 surrender now meant that his protestations were empty words. " There- 
 fore," argued Sloat, " I must stand firm." 
 
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 " Madame," said he, " I'd die first." And witji that he began back- 
 ing to the door: 
 
 Alarmed now, Mrs. Maynard sprang after him, and the little major 
 leaped upon a chair, his face aglow, jolly, rubicund, beaming with bliss 
 and triumph. She looked up, almost wringing her hands, and turned 
 half appealingly to the colonel, who was laughing heartily on the sofa, 
 never dreaming Sloat could be in earnest. 
 
 " Here, I'll give you back the frame : I don't want that," said 
 Sloat, and began fumbling at the back of the photograph. This was 
 too much for the ladies. They, too, rushed to the rescue. One of 
 them sprang to and shut the door, the other seized and violently shook 
 the back of his chair, and Sloat leaped to the floor, still clinging to his 
 prize, and laughing as though he had never had so much entertainment 
 in his life. The long Venetian windows opened upon the piazza, and 
 towards the nearest one he retreated, holding aloft the precious gage and 
 waving off the attacking party with the other hand. He was within 
 a yard of the blinds, when they were suddenly thrown open, a tall, 
 slender form stepped quickly in, one hand seized the uplifted wrist, the 
 other the picture, and in far less time than it takes to tell it Mr. Jerrold 
 had wrenched it away and, with quiet bow, restored it to its rightful 
 owner. 
 
 " Oh, I say, now, Jerrold, that's downright unhandsome of you !" 
 gasped Sloat. " I'd have been on my way home with it." 
 
 "Shut up, you fool !" was the sharp, hissing whisper. "Wait till 
 I go home, if you want to talk about it." And, as quickly as he came, 
 Mr. Jerrold slipped out again upon the piazza. 
 
 Of course the story was told with varied comment all over the post. 
 Several officers were injudicious enough to chaff the old subaltern about 
 it, and — he was a little sore-headed the next day, anyway — the usually 
 placid Sloat grew the more indignant at Jerrold. He decided to go 
 and upbraid him ; and, as ill luck would have it, they met before noon 
 on the steps of the club-room. 
 
 " I want to say to you, Mr. Jerrold, that from an officer of your 
 age to one of mine I think your conduct last night a piece of imperti- 
 nence." 
 
 " I had a perfect right to do what I did," replied Jerrold, coolly. 
 " You were taking a most unwarrantable liberty in trying to carry off 
 that picture." 
 
 " How did you know what it was ? You had never seen it !" 
 
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 " There's where you are mistaken, Mr. Sloat" (and Jerrold purposely 
 and exasperatingly refused to recognize the customary brevet) : " I had 
 seen it, — frequently." 
 
 Two officers were standing by, and one of them turned sharply and 
 faced Jerrold as he spoke. It was his former company commander. 
 Jerrold noted the symptom, and flushed, but set his teeth doggedly. 
 
 " Why, Mr. Jerrold ! Mrs. Maynard said she never showed that to 
 any one," said Sloat, in much surprise. " You heard her, did you not, 
 Captain Chester?" 
 
 "I did, certainly," was the reply. 
 
 " All the same, I repeat what I've said," was Jerrold's sullen 
 
 answer. " I have seen it frequently, and, what's more " He 
 
 suddenly stopped. 
 
 " Well, what's more ?" -said Sloat, suggestively. 
 
 " Never mind. I don't care to talk of the matter," replied Jerrold, 
 and started to walk away. 
 
 But Sloat was angry, nettled, jealous. He had meant to show his 
 intense loyalty and admiration for everything that was his coloneFs, 
 and had been snubbed and called a fool by an officer many years, 
 though not so many " files," his junior. He never had liked him, and 
 now there was an air of conscious superiority about Jerrold that fairly 
 exasperated him. He angrily followed and called to him to stop, but 
 Jerrold walked on. Captain Chester stood still and watched them. 
 The little man had almost to run before he overtook the tall one. 
 They were out of earshot when he finally did so. There were a few 
 words on both sides. Then Jerrold shifted his light cane into his left 
 hand, and Chester started forward, half expecting a fracas. To his 
 astonishment, the two officers shook hands and parted. 
 
 " Well," said he, as Sloat came back with an angry yet bewildered 
 face, "I'm glad you shook hands. I almost feared a row, and was 
 just going to stop it. So he apologized, did he ?" 
 
 " No, nothing like it." 
 
 " Then what did you mean by shaking hands ?" 
 
 "That's nothing — never you mind," said Sloat, confusedly. "I 
 haven't forgiven him, by a good deal. The man's conceit is enough to 
 disgust anything — but a woman, I suppose," he finished, ruefully. 
 
 " Well, it's none of my business, Sloat, but pardon my saying I 
 don't see what there was to bring about the apparent reconciliation. 
 That hand-shake meant something." 
 
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 " Oh, well — damn it ! we had some words, and he — or I "Well, 
 
 there's a bet, and we shook hands on it." 
 
 " Seems to me that's pretty serious business, Sloat, — a bet follow- 
 ing such a talk as you two have had. I hope " 
 
 " Well, captain," interrupted Sloat, " I wouldn't have done it if I 
 hadn't been mad as blazes ; but I made it, and must stick to it, — that's 
 all." 
 
 " You wouldn't mind telling me what it was, I suppose ?" 
 
 " I can't ; and that ends it." 
 
 Captain Chester found food for much thought and speculation over 
 this incident. So far as he was concerned, the abrupt remark of Sloat 
 by no means ended it. In his distrust of Jerrold, he too had taken 
 alarm at the very substantial intimacy to which that young man was 
 welcomed at the colonel's quarters. Prior to his marriage old Maynard 
 had not liked him at all, but it was mainly because he had been so 
 negligent of his duties and so determined a beau in city society after 
 his arrival at Sibley. He had, indeed, threatened to have him trans- 
 ferred to a company still on frontier service if he did not reform ; but 
 then the rifle-practice season began, and Jerrold was a capital shot and 
 sure to be on the list of competitors for the Department team, so what 
 was the use? He would be ordered in for the rifle-camp anyway, and 
 so the colonel decided to keep him at head-quarters. This was in the 
 summer of the year gone by. Then came the colonel's long leave, 
 his visit to Europe, his meeting with his old friend, now the widow of 
 the lamented Renwick, their delightful winter together in Italy, his 
 courtship, her consent, their marriage and return to America. When 
 Maynard came back to Sibley and the old regiment, he was so jolly and 
 content that every man was welcomed at his house, and it was really a 
 source of pride and pleasure to him that his accomplished wife should 
 find any of his young officers so thoroughly agreeable as she pronounced 
 Mr. Jerrold. Others were soldierly, courteous, well bred, but he had 
 the air of a foreign court about him, she privately informed her lord ; 
 and it seems, indeed, that in days gone by Mr. Jerrold's father had 
 spent many years in France and Spain, once as his country's represen- 
 tative near the throne. Though the father died long before the boy 
 was out of his knickerbockers, he had loft the impress of his grand 
 manner, and Jerrold, to women of any age, was at once a courtier and 
 a knight. But the colonel never saw how her eyes followed the tall 
 young officer time and again. There were women who soon noted it, 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 199 
 
 and one of them said it was such a yearning, longing look. Was Mrs. 
 Maynard really happy? they asked each other. Bid she really want 
 to see Alice mate with him, the handsome, the dangerous, the selfish 
 fellow they knew him to be? If not, could anything be more impru- 
 dent than that they should be thrown together as they were being, day 
 after day? Had Alice wealth of her own? If not, did the mother 
 know that nothing would tempt Howard Jerrold into an alliance with 
 a dowerless daughter? These, and many more, were questions that 
 came up every day. The garrison could talk of little else ; and Alice 
 Ren wick had been there just three weeks, and was the acknowledged 
 Queen of Hearts at Sibley, when the rifle-competitions began again, 
 and a great array of officers and men from all over the Northwest came 
 to the post by every train, and their canvas tents dotted the broad 
 prairie to the north. 
 
 One lovely evening in August, just before the practice began, Col- 
 onel Maynard took his wife to drive out and see the camp. Mr. Jer- 
 rold and Alice Ren wick followed on horseback. The carriage was 
 surrounded as it halted near the range, and half a score of officers, old 
 and young, were chatting with Mrs. Maynard, while others gathered 
 about the lovely girl who sat there in the saddle. There came march- 
 ing up from the railway a small squad of soldiers, competitors arriving 
 from the far West. Among tliem — apparently their senior non-com- 
 missioned officer — was a tall cavalry sergeant, superbly built, and with 
 a bronzed and bearded and swarthy face that seemed to tell of years of 
 campaigning over mountain and prairie. They were all men of perfect 
 physique, all in the neat, soldierly fatigue-dress of the regular service, 
 some wearing the spotless white stripes of the infantry, others the less 
 artistic and equally destructible yellow of the cavalry. Their swinging 
 stride, erect carriage, and clear and handsome eyes all spoke of the per- 
 fection of health and soldierly development. Curious glances were 
 turned to them as they advanced, and Miss Renwick, catching sight of 
 the party, exclaimed, — 
 
 " Oh, who are these? And what a tall soldier that sergeant is !" ^ 
 
 " That sergeant, Miss Renwick," said a slow, deliberate voice, " is 
 the man I believe will knock Mr. Jerrold out of the first prize. That 
 is Sergeant McLeod." 
 
 As though he heard his name pronounced, the tall cavalryman 
 glanced for the first time at the group, brought his rifle to the carry 
 
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 as if about to salute, and was just stepping upon the roadside, where 
 he came in full view of the occupants of the carriage, when a sudden 
 pallor shot across his face, and he plunged heavily forward and went 
 down like a shot. Sympathetic officers and comrades surrounded the 
 prostrate form in an instant. The colonel himself sprang from his 
 carriage and joined the group ; a blanket was quickly brought from a 
 neighboring tent, and the sergeant was borne thither and laid upon a 
 cot. A surgeon felt his pulse and looked inquiringly around : 
 
 " Any of you cavalrymen know him well ? Has he been affected 
 this way before ?" 
 
 A young corporal who had been bending anxiously over the sergeant 
 straightened up and saluted : 
 
 " I know him well, sir, and have been with him five years. He's 
 only had one sick spell in all that time, — 'twas just like this, — and then 
 he told me he'd been sunstruck once." 
 
 " This is no case of sunstroke," said the doctor. " It looks more 
 like the heart. How long ago was the attack you speak of?" 
 
 " Three years ago last April, sir. I remember it because we'd just 
 got into Fort Raines after a long scout. He'd been thesolidest man in 
 the troop all through the cold and storm and snow we had in the 
 mountains, and we were in the reading-room, and he'd picked up a 
 newspaper and was reading while the rest of us were talking and 
 laughing, and, first thing we knew, he was down on the floor, just like 
 he was to-night." 
 
 " Hm !" said the surgeon. " Yes. That's plenty, steward. Give 
 him that. Raise his head a little, corporal. Now he'll come round 
 all right." 
 
 Driving homeward that night, Colonel Maynard musingly re- 
 marked, — 
 
 " Did you see that splendid fellow who fainted away ?" 
 
 " No," answered his wife, " you all gathered about him so quickly 
 and carried him away. I could not even catch a glimpse of him. 
 But he had recovered, had he not?" 
 
 " Yes. Still, I was thinking what a singular fact it is that occa- 
 sionally a man slips through the surgeon's examinations with such a 
 malady as this. Now, here is one of the finest athletes and shots in 
 the whole army, a man who has been through some hard service and 
 stirring fights, has won a tip-top name for himself and was on the 
 highroad to a commission, and yet this will block him effectually." 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 201 
 
 " Why, what is the trouble?" 
 
 " Some affection of the heart. Why ! Halloo ! Stop, driver ! 
 Orderly, jump down and run back there. Mrs. Maynard has dropped 
 her fan. — What was it, dear ?" he asked, anxiously. " You started ; 
 and you are white, and trembling." 
 
 " I — I don't know, colonel. Let us go home. It will be over in 
 a minute. Where are Alice and Mr. Jerrold? Call them, please. 
 She must not be out riding after dark." 
 
 But they were not in sight; and it was considerably after dark 
 when they reached the fort. Mr. Jerrold explained that his horse had 
 picked up a stone and he had had to walk him all the way. 
 
 IV. 
 
 There was no sleep for Captain Chester the rest of the night. He 
 went home, threw off his sword-belt, and seated himself in a big easy- 
 chair before his fireplace, deep in thought. Once or twice he arose and 
 paced restlessly up and down the room, as he had done in his excited 
 talk with Rollins some few hours before. Then he was simply angry 
 and argumentative, — or declamatory. Now he had settled down into 
 a very different frame of mind. He seemed awed, — stunned, — crushed. 
 He had all the bearing and mien of one who, having defiantly pre- 
 dicted a calamity, was thunderstruck by the verification of his prophecy. 
 In all his determined arraignment of Mr. Jerrold, in all the harsh 
 things he had said and thought of him, he had never imagined any 
 such depth of scoundrelism as the revelations of the night foreshadowed. 
 Chester differed from many of his brotherhood : there was no room for 
 rejoicing in his heart that the worst he had ever said of Jerrold was 
 unequal to the apparent truth. He took no comfort to his soul that 
 those who called him cynical, crabbed, unjust, even malicious, wxmld 
 now be compelled to admit he was right in his estimate. Like the best 
 of us, Chester could not ordinarily say " Vade retro" to the temptation 
 to think, if not to say, " Didn't I tell you so ?" when in every-day 
 affairs his oft-disputed views were proved well founded. But in the 
 face of such a catastrophe as now appeared engulfing the fair fame of 
 his regiment and the honor of those whom his colonel held dear, 
 Chester could feel only dismay and grief. What was his duty in the 
 light of the discoveries he had made? To the best of his belief, he 
 was the only man in the garrison who had evidence of Jerrold's 
 absence from his own quarters and of the presence of some one at her 
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202 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 window. He had taken prompt measures to prevent its being sus- 
 pected by others. He purposely sent his guards to search along the 
 cliff in the opposite direction while he went to Jerrold's room and 
 thence back to remove the tell-tale ladder. Should he tell any one 
 until he had confronted Jerrold with the evidences of his guilt, and, 
 wringing from him his resignation, send him far from the post before 
 handing it in ? Time and again he wished Frank Armitage were here. 
 The youngest captain in the regiment, Armitage had been for years its 
 adjutant and deep in the confidence of Colonel Maynard. He was a 
 thorough soldier, a strong, self-reliant, courageous man, and one for 
 whom Chester had ever felt a warm esteem. Armitage was on leave 
 of absence, however, — had been away some time on account of family 
 matters, and would not return, it was known, until he had effected the 
 removal of his mother and sister to the new home he had purchased 
 for them in the distant East. It was to his company that Jerrold had 
 been promoted, and there was friction from the very 'week that the 
 handsome subaltern joined. 
 
 Armitage had long before "taken his measure," and was in nowise 
 pleased that so lukewarm a soldier should have come to him as senior 
 subaltern. They had a very plain talk, for Armitage was straight- 
 forward as a dart, and then, as Jerrold showed occasional lapses, the 
 captain shut down on some of his most cherished privileges, and, 
 to the indignation of society, the failure of Mr. Jerrold to appear at 
 one or two gatherings where he was confidently expected was speedily 
 laid at his captain's door. The recent death of his father kept Armi- 
 tage from appearing in public, and, as neither he nor the major (who 
 commanded the regiment while Maynard was abroad) vouchsafed the 
 faintest explanation, society was allowed to form its own conclusions, 
 and did, — to the effect that Mr. Jerrold was a wronged and persecuted 
 man. It w T as just as the Maynards arrived at Sibley that Armitage 
 departed on his leave, and, to his unspeakable bliss, Mr. Jerrold suc- 
 ceeded to the command of his company. This fact, coupled with the 
 charming relations which were straightway established with the colonel's 
 family, placed him in a position of independence and gave him oppor- 
 tunities he had never known before. It was speedily evident that he 
 was neglecting his military duties, — that Company B was running 
 down much faster than Armitage had built it up, — and yet no man felt 
 like speaking of it to the colonel, who saw it only occasionally on dress- 
 parade. Chester had just about determined to write to Armitage him- 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 203 
 
 self and suggest his speedy return, when this eventful night arrived. 
 Now he fully made up his mind that it must be done at once, and had 
 seated himself at his desk, when the roar of the sunrise gun and the 
 blare of the bugles warned him that reveille had come and he must again 
 go to his guard. Before he returned to his quarters another complica- 
 tion, even more embarrassing, had arisen, and the letter to Armitage 
 was postponed. 
 
 He had received the " present" of his guard and verified the pres- 
 ence of all his prisoners, when he saw Major Sloat still standing out in 
 the middle of the parade, where the adjutant usually received the re- 
 ports of the roll-calls. Several company officers, having made their 
 reports, were scurrying back to quarters for another snooze before break- 
 fast-time or to get their cup of coffee before going out to the range. 
 Chester strolled over towards him. 
 
 " What's the matter, Sloat?" 
 
 "Nothing much. The colonel told me to receive the reveille re- 
 ports for Hoyt this week. He's on general court- martial." 
 
 " Yes, I know all that. I mean, what are you waiting for ?" 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold again. There's no report from his company." 
 
 " Have you sent to wake him ?" 
 
 " No ; I'll go myself, and do it thoroughly, too." And the little 
 major turned sharply away and walked direct to the low range of 
 bachelor quarters, dove under the piazza, and into the green door- 
 way. 
 
 Hardly knowing how to explain his action, Chester quickly fol- 
 lowed, and in less than a minute was standing in the self-same parlor 
 which, by the light of a flickering match, he had searched two hours 
 before. Here he halted and listened, while Sloat pushed on into the 
 bedroom and was heard vehemently apostrophizing some sleeper : 
 
 " Does the government pay you for this sort of thing, I want to 
 know? Get up, Jerrold! This is the second time you've cut reveille 
 in ten days. Get up, I say !" And the major was vigorously shaking 
 at something, for the bed creaked and groaned. 
 
 " Wake up ! I say, I'm blowed if I'm going to get up here day 
 after day and have you sleeping. Wake, Nicodemus ! Wake, you 
 snoozing, snoring, open-mouthed masher. Come, now ; I mean it." 
 
 A drowsy, disgusted yawn and stretch finally rewarded his efforts. 
 Mr. Jerrold at last opened his eyes, rolled over, yawned sulkily again, 
 
204 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 and tried to evade his persecutor, but to no purpose. Like a little 
 terrier, Sloat hung on to him and worried and shook. 
 
 " Oh, don't ! damn it, don't !" growled the victim. " What do you 
 want, anyway? Has that infernal reveille gone?" 
 
 " Yes, and you're absent again, and no report from B Company. 
 By the holy poker, if you don't turn out and get it and report to me 
 on the parade I'll spot the whole gang absent, and then no matinee for 
 you to-day, my buck. Come, out with you ! I mean it. Hall says 
 you and he have an engagement in town ; and 'pon my soul I'll bust 
 it if you don't come out." 
 
 And so, growling and complaining, and yet half laughing, Adonis 
 rolled from his couch and began to get into his clothes. Chester's 
 blood ran cold, then boiled. Think of a man who could laugh like 
 that, — and remember ! When, how, had he returned to the house ? 
 Listen ! 
 
 " Confound you, Sloat, I wouldn't rout you out in this shabby way. 
 Why couldn't you let a man sleep ? I'm tired half to death." 
 
 " What have you done to tire you ? Slept all yesterday afternoon, 
 and danced perhaps a dozen times at the doctor's last night. You've 
 had more sleep than I've had, begad ! You took Miss Renwick home 
 before 'twas over, and mean it was of you, too, with all the fellows 
 that wanted to dance with her." 
 
 " That wasn't my fault : Mrs. Maynard made her promise to be 
 home at twelve. You old cackler, that's what sticks in your crop 
 yet. You are persecuting me because they like me so much better than 
 they do you," he went on, laughingly now. " Come, now, Sloat, con- 
 fess, it is all because you're jealous. You couldn't have that picture, 
 and I could." 
 
 Chester fairly started. He had urgent need to see this young 
 gallant, — he was staying for that purpose, — buttshould he listen to 
 further talk like this? Too late to move, for Sloat's answer came like 
 a shot : 
 
 " I bet you you never could !" 
 
 " But didn't I tell you I had ?— a week ago ?" 
 
 u Ay, but I didn't believe it. You couldn't show it!" 
 
 " Pshaw, man ! Look here. Stop, though ! Remember, on your 
 honor, you never tell." 
 
 " On my honor, of course." 
 
 " Well, there !" 
 
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 A drawer was opened. Chester heard*a gulp of dismay, of genuine 
 astonishment and conviction mixed, as Sloat muttered some half-articu- 
 late words and then came into the front room. Jerrold followed, caught 
 sight of Chester, and stopped short, with sudden and angry change of 
 color. 
 
 " I did not know you were here," he said. 
 
 " It was to find where you were that I came," was the quiet answer. 
 
 There was a moment's silence. Sloat turned and looked at the 
 two men in utter surprise. Up to this time he had considered Jerrold \s 
 absence from reveille as a mere dereliction of duty which was ascriba- 
 ble to the laziness and indifference of the young officer. So far as 
 lay in his power, he meant to make him attend more strictly to busi- 
 ness, and had therefore come to his quarters and stirred him up. But 
 there was no thought of any serious trouble in his mind. His talk 
 had all been roughly good-humored until — until that bet was men- 
 tioned, and then it became earnest. Now, as he glanced from one man 
 to the other, he saw in an instant that something new — something of 
 unusual gravity — was impending. Chester, buttoned to the throat in 
 his dark uniform, accurately gloved and belted, with pale, set, almost 
 haggard face, was standing by the centre-table under the drop-light. 
 Jerrold, only half dressed, his feet thrust into slippers, his fingers 
 nervously working at the studs of his dainty white shirt, had stopped 
 short at his bedroom door, and, with features that grew paler every 
 second and a dark scowl on his brow, was glowering at Chester. 
 
 " Since when has it been the duty of the officer of the day to corat 
 around and hunt up officers who don't happen to be out at reveille ?" 
 he asked. 
 
 " It is not your absence from reveille I want explained, Mr. Jerrold, " 
 was the cold and deliberate answer. " I wanted you at 3.30 this morn- 
 ing, and you were not and had not been here." 
 
 An unmistakable start and shock ; a quick, nervous, hunted glance 
 around the room, so cold and pallid in the early light of the August 
 morning; a clutch of Jerrold's slim brown hand at the bared throat. 
 But he rallied gamely, strode a step forward, and looked his superior 
 full in the face. Sloat marked the effort with which he cleared awav 
 the huskiness that seemed to clog his larynx, but admired the spunk 
 with which the young officer returned the senior's shot : 
 
 "What is your authority here, I would like to know? What 
 business has the officer of the day to want me or any other man not on 
 
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 guard ? Captain Chester, you seem to forget that I am no longer your 
 second lieutenant, and that I am a company commander like yourself. 
 Do you come by Colonel Maynard's order to search my quarters and 
 question me ? If so, say so at once ; if not, get out." And Jerrold's 
 face was growing black with wrath, and his big lustrous eyes were wide 
 awake now and fairly snapping. 
 
 Chester leaned upon the table and deliberated a moment. He stood 
 there coldly, distrustfully eying the excited lieutenant, then turned to 
 Sloat : 
 
 " I will be responsible for the roll-call of Company B this morning, 
 Sloat. I have a matter of grave importance to bring up to this — this 
 gentleman, and it is of a private nature. Will you let me see him 
 alone?" 
 
 " Sloat," said Jerrold, " don't go yet. I want you to stay. These 
 are my quarters, and I recognize your right to come here in search of 
 me, since I was not at reveille ; but I want a witness here to bear me 
 out. I'm too amazed yet — too confounded by this intrusion of Captain 
 Chester's to grasp the situation. I never heard of such a thing as this. 
 Explain it, if you can." 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold, what I have to ask or say to you concerns you alone. 
 It is not an official matter. It is as man to man I want to see you, 
 alone and at once. Now will you let Major Sloat retire?" 
 
 Silence for a moment. The angry flush on Jerrold's face was dying 
 away, and in its place an ashen pallor was spreading from throat to 
 brow ; his lips were twitching ominously. Sloat looked in consterna- 
 tion at the sudden change. 
 
 "Shall I go?" he finally asked. 
 
 Jerrold looked long, fixedly, searchingly in the set face of the officer 
 of the day, breathing hard and heavily. What he saw there Sloat could 
 not imagine. At last his hand dropped by his side; he made a little 
 motion with it, a slight wave towards the door, and again dropped it 
 nervously. His lips seemed to frame the word " Go," but he never 
 glanced at the man whom a moment before he so masterfully bade to 
 stay ; and Sloat, sorely puzzled, left the room. 
 
 Not until his footsteps had died out of hearing did Chester speak : 
 
 " How soon can you leave the post ?" 
 
 " I don't understand you." 
 
 " How soon can you pack up what you need to take and — get 
 Away?" 
 
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 " Get away where? "What on earth do you mean ?" 
 
 u You must know what I mean ! You must know that after last 
 night's work you quit the service at once and forever." 
 
 " I don't know anything of the kind ; and I defy you to prove the 
 faintest thing." But Jerrold's fingers were twitching, and his eyes had 
 lost their light. 
 
 " Do you suppose I did not recognize you ?" asked Chester. 
 
 " When ? — where ?" gulped Jerrold. 
 
 " When I seized you and you struck me !" 
 
 " I never struck you. I don't know what you mean." 
 
 " My God, man, let us end this useless fencing. The evidence I 
 have of your last night's scoundrelism would break the strongest record. 
 For the regiment's sake, — for the colonel's sake, — let us have no public 
 scandal. It's awful enough as the thing stands. Write your resignation, 
 give it to me, and leave, — before breakfast if you can." 
 
 " I've done nothing to resign for. You know perfectly well I 
 haven't." 
 
 " Do you mean that such a crime — that a woman's ruin and disgrace 
 — isn't enough to drive you from the service?" asked Chester, tingling 
 in every nerve and longing to clinch the shapely, swelling throat in his 
 clutching fingers. " God of heaven, Jerrold ! are you dead to all sense 
 of decency?" 
 
 " Captain Chester, I won't be bullied this way. I may not be im- 
 maculate, but no man on earth shall talk to me like this ! I deny your 
 insinuations. I've done nothing to warrant your words, even if — if you 
 did come sneaking around here last night and find me absent. You 
 can't prove a thing. You " 
 
 " What ! When I saw you, — almost caught you ! By heaven ! 
 I wish the sentry had killed you then and there. I never dreamed of 
 such hardihood." 
 
 " You've done nothing but dream. By Jove, I believe you're sleep- 
 walking yet. What on earth do you mean by catching and killing me? 
 'Pon my soul I reckon you're crazy, Captain Chester." And color was 
 gradually coming back again to Jerrold's face, and confidence to his 
 tone. 
 
 " Enough of this, Mr. Jerrold. Knowing what you and I both 
 know, do you refuse to hand me your resignation ?" 
 
 " Of course I do." 
 
 " Do you mean to deny to me where I saw you last night ?" 
 
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 " I deny your right to question me. I deny anything, — everything. 
 I believe you simply thought you had a clue and could make me tell. 
 Suppose I teas out last night. I don't believe you know the faintest 
 thing about it." 
 
 " Do you want me to report the whole thing to the colonel ?" 
 
 " Of course I don't. Naturally, I want him to know nothing 
 about my being out of quarters ; and it's a thing that no officer would 
 think of reporting another for. You'll only win the contempt of ever)' 
 gentleman in the regiment if you do it. What good will it do you ? — 
 Keep me from going to town for a few days, I suppose. What earthly 
 business is it of yours, anyway?" 
 
 " Jerrold, I can stand this no longer. I ought to shoot you in your 
 tracks, I believe. You've brought ruin and misery to the home of my 
 warmest friend, and dishonor to the whole service, and you talk of two 
 or three days' stoppage from going to town. If I can't bring you to 
 your senses, by God ! the colonel shall." And he wheeled and left the 
 room. 
 
 For a moment Jerrold stood stunned and silent. It was useless to 
 attempt reply. The captain was far down the walk when he sprang to 
 the door to call him again. Then, hurrying back to the bedroom, he 
 hastily dressed, muttering angrily and anxiously to himself as he did 
 so. He was thinking deeply, too, and every movement betrayed ner- 
 vousness and trouble. Returning to the front door, he gazed out upon 
 the parade, then took his forage-cap and walked rapidly down towards 
 the adjutant's office. The orderly bugler was tilted up in a chair, lean- 
 ing half asleep against the whitewashed front, but his was a weasel nap, 
 for he sprang up and saluted as the young officer approached. 
 
 " Where did Major Sloat go, orderly ?" was the hurried question. 
 
 "Over towards the stables, sir. Him and Captain Chester was 
 here together, and they're just gone." 
 
 "Run over to the quarters of B Company and tell Merrick I want 
 him right away. Tell him to come to my quarters." And thither Mr. 
 Jerrold returned, seated himself at his desk, wrote several lines of a note, 
 tore it into fragments, began again, wrote another which seemed not en- 
 tirely satisfactory, and was in the midst of a third when there came a 
 quick step and a knock at the door. Opening the shutters, he glanced 
 out of the window. A gust of wind sent some of the papers whirling 
 and flying, and the bedroom door banged shut, but not before some few 
 half-sheets of paper had fluttered out upon the parade, where other little 
 
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 flurries of the morning breeze sent them sailing over towards the colonel's 
 quarters. Anxious only for the coming of Merrick and no one else, Mr. 
 Jerrold no sooner saw who was at the front door than he closed the 
 shutters, called, " Come in !" and a short, squat, wiry little man, dressed 
 in the fatigue-uniform of the infantry, stood at the door-way to the hall. 
 
 " Come in here, Merrick," said the lieutenant, and Merrick came. 
 
 " How much is it you owe me now ? — thirty-odd dollars, I think ?" 
 
 " I believe it is, lieutenant," answered the man, with shifting eyes 
 and general uneasiness of mien. 
 
 " You are not ready to pay it, I suppose ; and you got it from me 
 when we left Fort Raines, to help you out of that scrape there." 
 
 The soldier looked down and made no answer. 
 
 " Merrick, I want a note taken to town at once. I want you ta 
 take it and get it to its address before eight o'clock. I want you to say 
 no word to a soul. Here's ten dollars. Hire old Murphy's horse 
 across the river and go. If you are put in the guard-house when you 
 get back, don't say a word ; if you are tried by garrison court for 
 crossing the bridge or absence without leave, plead guilty, make no 
 defence, and I'll pay you double your fine and let you oil' the thirty 
 dollars. But if you fail me, or tell a soul of your errand, I'll write to 
 — you know who, at Raines. Do you understand, and agree ?" 
 
 "I do. Yessir." 
 
 " Go and get ready, and be here in ten minutes." 
 
 Meantime, Captain Chester had followed Sloat to the adjutant's 
 office. He was boiling over with indignation which he hardly knew 
 how to control. He found the gray-moustached subaltern tramping in 
 great perplexity up and down the room, and the instant he entered was 
 greeted with the inquiry, — 
 
 " What's gone wrong ? What's Jerrold been doing ?" 
 
 " Don't ask me any questions, Sloat, but answer. It is a matter 
 of honor. What was your bet with Jerrold ?" 
 
 " I oughtn't to tell that, Chester. Surely it cannot be a matter 
 mixed up with this." 
 
 " I can't explain, Sloat. What I ask is unavoidable. Tell me 
 about that bet." 
 
 " Why, he was so superior and airy, you know, and was trying to 
 make me feel that he was so much more intimate with them all at the 
 colonel's, and that he could have that picture for the mere asking ; and 
 I got mad, and bet him he never could." 
 
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 " Was that the clay you shook hands on it ?" 
 
 "Yes." 
 
 " And that was her picture — the picture, then — he showed you this 
 morning." 
 
 " Chester, you heard the conversation : you were there : you know 
 that I'm on honor not to tell." 
 
 " Yes, I know. That's quite enough." 
 
 V. 
 
 Before seven o'clock that same morning Captain Chester had come 
 to the conclusion that only one course was left open for him. After the 
 brief talk with Sloat at the office he had increased the perplexity and 
 distress of that easily-muddled soldier by requesting his company in a 
 brief visit to the stables and corrals. A " square" and reliable old 
 veteran was the quartermaster sergeant who had charge of those es- 
 tablishments ; Chester had known him for years, and his fidelity and 
 honesty were matters the officers of his former regiment could not too 
 highly commend. When Sergeant Parks made an official statement 
 there was no shaking its solidity. He slept in a little box of a house 
 close by the entrance to the main stable, in which were kept the private 
 horses of several of the officers, and among them Mr. Jerrold's ; and 
 it was his boast that, day or night, no horse left that stable without his 
 knowledge. The old man was superintending the morning labors of 
 the stable-hands, and looked up in surprise at so early a visit from the 
 officer of the day. 
 
 " Were you here all last night, sergeant ?" was Chester's abrupt 
 question. 
 
 " Certainly, sir, and up until one o'clock or more." 
 
 " Were any horses out during the night, — any officers' horses, I 
 mean ?" 
 
 " No, sir, not one." 
 
 " I thought possibly some officers might have driven or ridden to 
 town." 
 
 " No, sir. The only horses that crossed this threshold going out 
 last night were Mr. Sutton's team from town. They w T ere put up here 
 until near one o'clock, and then the doctor sent over for them. I 
 locked up right after that, and can swear nothing else went out." 
 
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 his eye lighted on a tall, rangy bay horse that was being groomed in a 
 wide stall near the door-way. 
 
 "That's Mr. Jerrold's Roderick, isn't it?" 
 
 " Yes, sir. He's fresh as a daisy, too, — hasn't been out for three 
 days, — and Mr. Jerrold's going to drive the dog-cart this morning." 
 
 Chester turned away. 
 
 " Sloat," said he, as they left the stable, " if Mr. Jerrold was away 
 from the post last night, — and you heard me say he was out of his 
 quarters, — could he have gone any way except afoot, after what you 
 heard Parks say ?" 
 
 "Gone in the Suttons' outfit, I suppose," was Sloat's cautious 
 answer. 
 
 "In which event he would have been seen by the sentry at the 
 bridge, would he not ?" 
 
 " Ought to have been, certainly." 
 
 " Then we'll go back to the guard-house." And, wonderingly and 
 uncomfortably, Sloat followed. He had long since begun to wish he 
 had held his peace and said nothing about the confounded roll-call. 
 He hated rows of any kind. He didn't like Jerrold, but he would 
 have crawled ventre a teire across the wide parade sooner than see a 
 scandal in the regiment he loved ; and it was becoming apparent to his 
 sluggish faculties that it was no mere matter of absence from quarters 
 that was involving Jerrold. Chester was all aflame over that picture- 
 business, he remembered, and the whole drift of his present inves- 
 tigation was to prove that Jerrold was not absent from the post, but 
 absent only from his quarters. If so, where had he spent his time 
 until nearly four ? Sloat's heart was heavy with vague apprehension. 
 He knew that Jerrold had borne Alice Renwick away from the party 
 at an unusually early hour for such things to break up. He knew 
 that he and others had protested against such desertion, but she de- 
 clared it could not be helped. He remembered another thing, — a 
 matter that he thought of at the time, only from another point of view. 
 It now seemed to have significance bearing on this very matter; for 
 Chester suddenly asked, — 
 
 " Wasn't it rather odd that Miss Beaubien was not here at the 
 dance ? She has never missed one, seems to me, since Jerrold began 
 spooning with her last year." 
 
 " Why, she was here." 
 
 " She was ? Are you sure ? Rollins never spoke of it ; and we 
 
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 had been talking of her. I inferred from what he said that she was r 
 not there at all. And I saw her drive homeward with her mother 
 right after parade : so it didn't occur to me that she could have come 
 out again, all that distance, in time for the dance. Singular ! Why 
 shouldn't Rollins have told me?" 
 
 Sloat grinned : a dreary sort of smile it was, too. " You go into 
 society so seldom you don't see these things. I've more than half sus 
 pected Rollins of being quite ready to admire Miss Beaubien himself; 
 and since Jerrold dropped her he has had plenty of opportunity." 
 
 " Great guns ! I never thought of it ! If I'd known she was to 
 be there I'd have gone myself last night. How did she behave to 
 Miss Ren wick ?" 
 
 " Why, sweet and smiling, and chipper as you please. If anything, 
 I think Miss Renwick was cold and distant to her. I couldn't make 
 it out at all." 
 
 " And did Jerrold dance with her ?" 
 
 " Once, I think, and they had a talk out on the piazza, — -just a 
 minute. I happened to be at the door, and couldn't help seeing it ; 
 and what got me was this : Mr. Hall came out with Miss Renwick on 
 his arm ; they were chatting and laughing as they passed me, but the 
 moment she caught sight of Jerrold and Miss Beaubien she stopped, 
 and said, ' I think I won't stay out here ; it's too chilly,' or something 
 like it, and went right in ; and then Jerrold dropped Miss Beaubien 
 and went after her. He just handed the young lady over to me, saying 
 he was engaged for next dance, and skipped." 
 
 " How did she like that ? Wasn't she furious ?" 
 
 " No. That's another thing that got me. She smiled after him, all 
 sweetness, and — well, she did say, ( I count upon you, — you'll be there/ 
 and he nodded. Oh, she was bright as a button after that." 
 
 " What did she mean ? — be ' where,' do you suppose ? Sloat, this all 
 means more to me, and to us all, than I can explain." 
 
 " I don't know. I can't imagine." 
 
 " Was it to see her again that night ?" 
 
 " I don't know at all. If it was, he fooled her, for he never went 
 near her again. Rollins put her in the carriage." 
 
 " Whose ? Did she come out with the Suttons ?" 
 
 " Why, certainly. I thought you knew that." 
 
 " And neither old Madame Beaubien nor Mrs. Sutton with them ? 
 What was the old squaw thinking of?" 
 
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 By this time they had neared the guard -house, where several of the 
 men were seated awaiting the call for the next relief. All arose at 
 the shout of the sentry on Number One, turning out the guard for the 
 officer of the day. Chester made hurried and impatient acknowledg- 
 ment of the salute, and called to the sergeant to send him the sentry 
 who was at the bridge at one o'clock. It turned out to be a young 
 soldier who had enlisted at the post only six months before and was 
 already known as one of the most intelligent and promising candidates 
 for a corporalship in the garrison. 
 
 " Were you on duty at the bridge at one o'clock, Carey ?" asked the 
 captain. 
 
 " I was, sir. My relief went on at 11.45 and came off at 1.45." 
 
 " What persons passed your post during that time ?" 
 
 " There was a squad or two of men coming back from town on pass. 
 I halted them, sir, and Corporal Murray came down and passed them in." 
 
 "I don't mean coming from town. Who went the other way?" 
 
 " Only one carriage, sir, — Mr. Sutton's." 
 
 " Could you see who were in it?" 
 
 " Certainly, sir : it was right under the lamp-post this end of the 
 bridge that I stood when I challenged. Lieutenant Rollins answered 
 for them and passed them out. He was sitting beside Mr. Sutton as 
 they drove up, then jumped out and gave me the countersign and bade 
 them good-night right there." 
 
 " Itollins again," thought Chester. " Why did he keep this from 
 me?" 
 
 " Who were in the carriage ?" he asked. 
 
 " Mr. Sutton, sir, on the front seat, driving, and two young ladies 
 on the back seat." 
 
 "Nobody else?" 
 
 " Not a soul, sir. I could see in it plain as day. One lady was 
 Miss Sutton, and the other Miss Beaubien. I know I was surprised at 
 seeing the latter, because she drove home in her own carriage last even- 
 ing right after parade. I was on post there at that hour too, sir. The 
 second relief is on from 5.45 to 7.45." 
 
 " That will do, Carey. I see your relief is forming now." 
 
 As the officers walked away and Sloat silently plodded along beside 
 his dark-browed senior, the latter turned to him : 
 
 " I should say that there was no way in which Mr. Jerrold could 
 have gone town wards last night. Should not you ?" 
 
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 " He might have crossed the bridge while the third relief was on, 
 and got a horse at the other side." 
 
 " He didn't do that, Sloat. I had already questioned the sentry on 
 that relief. It was the third that I inspected and visited this morning." 
 
 " Well, how do you know he wanted to go to town ? Why couldn't 
 he have gone up the river, or out to the range ? Perhaps there was a 
 little game of ' draw' out at camp." 
 
 " There was no light in camp, much less a little game of draw, 
 after eleven o'clock. You know well enough that there is nothing of 
 that kind going on with Gaines in command. That isn't Jerrold's 
 game, even if those fellows were bent on ruining their eyesight and 
 nerve and spoiling the chance of getting the men on the division and 
 army teams. I wish it were his game, instead of what it is !" 
 
 " Still, Chester, he may have been out in the country somewhere. 
 You seem bent on the conviction he was up to mischief here, around 
 this post. I won't ask you what you mean ; but there's more than one 
 way of getting to town if a man wants to very bad." 
 
 "How? Of course he can take a skiff and row down the river; 
 but he'd never be back in time for reveille. There goes six o'clock, 
 and I must get home and shave and think this over. Keep your own 
 counsel, no matter who asks you. If you hear any questions or talk 
 about shooting last night, you know nothing, heard nothing, and saw 
 nothing." 
 
 " Shooting last night !" exclaimed Sloat, all agog with eagerness 
 and excitement now. " Where was it ? Who was it ?" 
 
 But Chester turned a deaf ear upon him, and walked away. He 
 wanted to see Rollins, and went straight home. 
 
 " Why didn't you tell me Miss Beaubien was out here last night?" 
 was the question he asked as soon as he had entered the room where, 
 all aglow from his cold bath, the youngster was dressing for breakfast. 
 He colored vividly, then laughed. 
 
 " Well, you never gave me much chance to say anything, did you ? 
 You talked all the time, as I remember, and suddenly vanished and 
 slammed the door. I would have told you had you asked me." But 
 all the same it was evident for the first time that here was a subject 
 Rollins was shy of mentioning. 
 
 " Did you go down and see them across sentry post ?" 
 
 " Certainly. Jerrold asked me to. He said he had to take Miss 
 
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 Ren wick home, and was too tired to come back, — was going to turn in. 
 I was glad to do anything to be civil to the Suttons." 
 
 " Why, I'd like to know ? They have never invited you to the 
 house or shown you any attention whatever. You are not their style 
 at all, Rollins, and I'm glad of it. It wasn't for their sake you stayed 
 there until one o'clock instead of being here in bed. I wish — " and he 
 looked wistfully, earnestly, at his favorite now, " I wish I could think 
 it wasn't for the sake of Miss Beaubien's black eyes and aboriginal 
 beauty." 
 
 " Look here, captain," said Rollins, with another rush of color to 
 his face ; " you don't seem to fancy Miss Beaubien, and — she's a friend 
 of mine, and one I don't like to hear slightingly spoken of. You said a 
 good deal last night that — well, wasn't pleasant to hear." 
 
 "I know it, Rollins. I beg your pardon. I didn't know then that 
 you were more than slightly acquainted with her. I'm an old bat, and 
 go out very little, but some things are pretty clear to my eyes, and — 
 don't you be falling in love with Nina Beaubien. That is no match for 
 you." 
 
 " I'm sure you never had a word to say against her father. The 
 old colonel was a perfect type of the French gentleman, from all I 
 hear," 
 
 " Yes, and her mother is as perfect a type of a Chippewa squaw, if 
 she is only a half-breed and claims to be only a sixteenth. Rollins, 
 there's Indian blood enough in Nina Beaubien's little finger to make 
 me afraid of her. She is strong as death in love or hate, and you must 
 have seen how she hung on Jerrold's every word all last winter. You 
 must know she is not the girl to be lightly dropped now." 
 
 " She told me only a day or two ago they were the best of friends 
 and had never been anything else," said Rollins, hotly. 
 
 w Has it gone that far, my boy ? I had not thought it so bad, by 
 any means. It's no use talking with a man who has lost his heart : 
 his reason goes with it." And Chester turned away. 
 
 " You don't know anything about it," was all poor Rollins could 
 think of as a suitable thing to shout after him ; and it made no more 
 impression than it deserved. 
 
 As has been said, Captain Chester had decided before seven o'clock 
 that but one course lay open to him in the matter as now developed. 
 Had Armitage been there he would have had an adviser, but there was no 
 other man whose counsel he cared to seek. Old Captain Gray was an 
 
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 bitter against Jerrold as Chester himself, and with even better reason, 
 for he knew well the cause of his little daughter's listless manner and 
 tearful eyes. She had been all radiance and joy at the idea of coming 
 to Sibley and being near the great cities, but not one happy look had 
 he seen in her sweet and wistful face since the day of her arrival. 
 Wilton, too, was another captain who disliked Jerrold ; and Chester's 
 rugged sense of fair play told him that it was not among the enemies 
 of the young officer that he should now seek advice, but that if he had 
 a friend among the older and wiser heads in the regiment it was due to 
 him that that older and wiser head be given a chance to think a little 
 for Jerrold's sake. And there was not one among the seniors whom he 
 could call upon. As he ran over their names, Chester for the first time 
 realized that his ex-subaltern had not a friend among the captains and 
 senior officers now on duty at the fort. His indifference to duties, his 
 airy foppishness, his conceit and self-sufficiency, had all served to create 
 a feeling against him ; and this had been intensified by his conduct 
 since coming to Sibley. The youngsters still kept up jovial relations 
 with and professed to like him, but among the seniors there were many 
 men who had only a nod for him on meeting. Wilton had epitomized 
 the situation by saying he " had no use for a masher," and poor old 
 Gray had one day scowlingly referred to him as "the professional 
 beauty." 
 
 In view of all this feeling, Chester would gladly have found some 
 man to counsel further delay; but there was none. He felt that he 
 must inform the colonel at once of the fact that Mr. Jerrold was absent 
 from his quarters at the time of the firing, of his belief that it was 
 Jerrold who struck him and sped past the sentry in the dark, and of 
 his conviction that the sooner the young officer was called to account 
 for his strange conduct the better. As to the episodes of the ladder, 
 the lights, and the form at the dormer-window, he meant, for the present 
 at least, to lock them in his heart. 
 
 But he forgot that others too must have heard those shots, and that 
 others too would be making inquiries. 
 
 VI. 
 
 A lovely morning it was that beamed on Sibley and the broad and 
 beautiful valley of the Cloudwater when once the sun got fairly above 
 the moist horizon. Mist and vapor and heavy cloud all seemed swal- 
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 Day had risen athirst and drained the welcoming cnp of nature. It 
 must have rained at least a little during the darkness of the night, for 
 dew there could have been none with skies so heavily overcast, and yet the 
 short smooth turf on the parade, the leaves upon the little shade-trees 
 -around the quadrangle, and all the beautiful vines here on the trellis- 
 work of the colonel's veranda, shone and sparkled in the radiant light. 
 The roses in the little garden, and the old-fashioned morning-glory 
 vines over at the east side, were all a-glitter in the flooding sunshine 
 when the bugler came out from a glance at the clock in the adjutant's 
 office and sounded "sick-call" to the indifferent ear of the garrison. 
 Once each day, at 7.30 a.m., the doctor trudged across to the hospital 
 and looked over the half-dozen " hopelessly healthy" but would-be in- 
 valids who wanted to get off guard duty or a morning at the range. 
 Thanks to the searching examination to which every soldier must be 
 subjected before he can enter the service of Uncle Sam, and to the dis- 
 ciplined order of the lives of the men at Sibley, maladies of any serious 
 nature were almost unknown. It was a gloriously healthy post, as 
 everybody admitted, and, to judge from the specimen of young- woman- 
 hood that came singing, " blithe and low," out among the roses this 
 same joyous morning, exuberant physical well-being was not restricted 
 to the men. 
 
 A fairer picture never did dark beauty present than Alice Renwick, 
 as she bent among the bushes or reached high among the vines in search 
 of her favorite flowers. Tall, slender, willowy, yet with exquisitely- 
 rounded form ; slim, dainty little hands and feet ; graceful arms and 
 wrists all revealed in the flowing sleeves of her snowy, web-like gown, 
 fitting her and displaying her sinuous grace of form as gowns so seldom 
 do to-day. And then her face ! — a glorious picture of rich, ripe, tropi- 
 cal beauty, with its great, soulful, sunlit eyes, heavily shaded though 
 they were with those wondrous lashes ; beautiful, too, in contour as 
 was the lithe body, and beautiful in every feature, even to the rare and 
 dewy curve of her red lips, half opened as she sang. She was smiling 
 to herself, as she crooned her soft, murmuring melody, and every 
 little while the great dark eyes glanced over towards the shaded doors 
 of Bachelors' Row. There was no one up to watch and tell : why 
 should she not look thither, and even stand one moment peering under 
 the veranda at a darkened window half-way down the row, as though 
 impatient at the non-appearance of some familiar signal ? How came 
 the laggard late? How slept the knight while here his ladv stood im- 
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 patient? She twined the leaves and roses in a fragrant knot, ran 
 lightly within and laid them on the snowy cloth beside the colonel's 
 seat at table, came forth and plucked some more and fastened them, 
 blushing, blissful, in the lace-fringed opening of her gown, through 
 which, soft and creamy, shone the perfect neck. 
 
 " Daisy, tell my fortune, pray : 
 He loves me not, — he loves me," 
 
 she blithely sang, then, hurrying to the gate, shaded her eyes with the 
 shapely hand and gazed intently. 'Twas nearing eight, — nearing 
 breakfast-time. But some one was coming. Horrid ! Captain Chester, 
 of all men ! Coming, of course, to see papa, and papa not yet down, 
 and mamma had a headache and had decided not to come down at all, 
 she would breakfast in her room. What girl on earth when looking 
 and longing and waiting for the coming of a graceful youth of twenty- 
 six would be anything but dismayed at the substitution therefor of a 
 bulky, heavy-hearted captain of forty-six, no matter if he were still 
 unmarried ? And yet her smile was sweet and cordial. 
 
 "Why, good-morning, Captain Chester. I'm so glad to see you 
 this bright day. Do come in and let me give you a rose. Papa will 
 soon be down." And she opened the gate and held forth one long, 
 slim hand. He took it slowly, as though in a dream, raising his forage- 
 cap at the same time, yet making no reply. He was looking at her far 
 more closely than he imagined. How fresh, how radiant, how fair and 
 gracious and winning ! Every item of her attire was so pure and white 
 and spotless ; every fold and curve of her gown seemed charged with 
 subtile, delicate fragrance, as faint and sweet as the shy and modest wood- 
 violet's. She noted his silence and his haggard eyes. She noted the 
 intent gaze, and'the color mounted straightway to her forehead. 
 
 " And have you no word of greeting for me?" she blithely laughed,, 
 striving to break through the awkwardness of his reserve, " or are you 
 worn out with your night watch as officer of the day ?" 
 
 He fairly started. Had she seen him, then ? Did she know it was 
 he who stood beneath her window, he who leaped in chase of that 
 scoundrel, he who stole away with that heavy tell-tale ladder? and, 
 knowing all this, could she stand there smiling in his face, the incarna- 
 tion of maiden innocence and beauty? Impossible ! Yet what could 
 she mean ? 
 
 " How did you know I had so long a vigil ?" he asked, and the 
 
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 cold, strained tone, the half-averted eyes, the pallor of his face, all 
 struck her at once. Instantly her manner changed : 
 
 " Oh, forgive me, captain. I see you are all worn out ; and I'm 
 keeping you here at the gate. Come to the piazza and sit down. I'll 
 tell papa you are here, for I know you want to see hini." And she 
 tripped lightly away before he could reply, and rustled up the stairs. 
 He could hear her light tap at the colonel's door, and her soft, clear, 
 flute-like voice : " Papa, Captain Chester is here to see you." 
 
 Papa indeed ! She spoke to him and of him as though he were 
 her own. He treated her as though she were his flesh aud blood, 
 — as though he loved her devotedly. Even before she came had not 
 they been prepared for this? Did not Mrs. Maynard tell them that 
 Alice had become enthusiastically devoted to her step-father and con- 
 sidered him the most knightly and chivalric hero she had ever seen ? 
 He could hear the colonel's hearty and loving tone in reply, and then 
 she came fluttering down again : 
 
 " Papa will be with you in five minutes, captain. But won't you let 
 me give you some coffee ? It's all ready, and you look so tired, — even 
 ill." 
 
 " I have had a bad night," he answered, " but I'm growing old, and 
 cannot stand sleeplessness as you young people seem to." 
 
 Was she faltering? He watched her eagerly, narrowly, almost 
 wonderingly. Not a trace of confusion, not a sign of fear; and yet 
 had he not seen her, and that other figure? 
 
 " I wish you could sleep as I do," was the prompt reply. " I was 
 in the land of dreams ten minutes after my head touched the pillow, 
 and mamma made me come home early last night because of our 
 journey to-day. You know we are going down to visit Aunt Grace, 
 Colonel Maynard 's sister, at Lake Sablon, and mamma wanted me to 
 be looking my freshest and best," she said, " and I never heard a thing 
 till reveille." 
 
 His eyes, sad, penetrating, doubting, — yet self-doubting, too, — 
 searched her very soul. Unflinchingly the dark orbs looked into his, — 
 even pityingly ; for she quickly spoke again : 
 
 " Captain, do come into the breakfast-room and have some coffee. 
 You have not breakfasted, I'm sure." 
 
 He raised his hand as though to repel her offer, — even to put her 
 aside. He must understand her. He could not be hoodwinked in this 
 way. 
 
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 " Pardon me, Miss Renwick, but did } r ou hear nothing strange last 
 night or early this morning? Were you not disturbed at all?" 
 
 " I ? No, indeed !" True, her face had changed now, but there 
 was no fear in her eyes. It was a look of apprehension, perhaps, of 
 concern and curiosity mingled, for his tone betrayed that something 
 had happened which caused him agitation. 
 
 " And you heard no shots fired ?" 
 
 "Shots! No! Oh, Captain Chester ! what does it mean? Wh^ 
 was shot ? Tell me !" 
 
 And now, with paling face and wild apprehension in her eyes, she 
 turned and gazed beyond him, past the vines and the shady veranda, 
 across the sunshine of the parade and under the old piazza, searching 
 that still closed and darkened window. 
 
 "Who?" she implored, her hands clasping nervously, her eyes 
 returning eagerly to his face. 
 
 " It was not Mr. Jerrold," he answered, coldly. " He is unhurt, 
 so far as shot is concerned." 
 
 " Then how is he hurt ? Is he hurt at all ?" she persisted ; and 
 then as she met his gaze her eyes fell, and the burning blush of maiden 
 shame surged up to her forehead. She sank upon a seat and covered 
 her face with her hands. 
 
 " I thought of Mr. Jerrold, naturally. He said he would be over 
 early this morning," was all she could find to say. 
 
 " I have seen him, and presume he will come. To all appearances, 
 he is the last man to suffer from last night's affair," he went on, relent- 
 lessly, — almost brutally, — but she never winced. "It is odd you did 
 not hear the shots. I thought yours was the northwest room, — this 
 one?" he indicated, pointing overhead. 
 
 " So it is, and I slept there all last night and heard nothing, — not 
 a thing. Do tell me what the trouble was." 
 
 Then what was there for him to say ? The colonel's footsteps were 
 heard upon the stair, and the colonel, with extended hand and beaming 
 face and cheery welcome, came forth from the open door- way : 
 
 " Welcome, Chester ! I'm glad you've come just in time for break- 
 fast. Mrs. Maynard won't be down. She slept badly last night, and 
 is sleeping now* What was the firing last night? I did not hear it at 
 the time, but the orderly and old Maria the cook were discussing it as 
 I was shaving." 
 
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 " It is that I came to see you about, colonel. I am the man to hold 
 responsible." 
 
 " No prisoners got away, I hope ?" 
 
 " No, sir. Nothing, I fear, that would seem to justify my action. 
 I ordered Number Five to fire." 
 
 " Why, what on earth could have happened around there, — almost 
 back of us ?" said the colonel, in surprise. 
 
 " I do not know what had happened, or what was going to happen." 
 And Chester paused a moment, and glanced towards the door through 
 which Miss Renwick had retired as soon as the colonel arrived. The 
 old soldier seemed to understand the glance. " She would not listen," 
 he said, proudly. 
 
 " I know," explained Chester. " I think it best that no one but you 
 should hear anything of the matter for the present until I have investi- 
 gated further. It was nearly half-past three this morning as I got 
 around here on Five's post, inspecting sentinels, and came suddenly in 
 the darkness upon a man carrying a ladder on his shoulder. I ordered 
 him to halt. The reply was a violent blow, and the ladder and I were 
 dropped at the same instant, while the man sprang into space and 
 darted off in the direction of Number Five. I followed quick as I 
 could, heard the challenge and the cries of halt, and shouted to Leary 
 to fire. He did, but missed his aim in the haste and darkness, and the 
 man got safely away. Of course there is much talk and speculation 
 about it around the post this morning, for several people heard the 
 shots besides the guard, and, although I told Leary and others to say 
 nothing, I know it is already generally known." 
 
 " Oh, well, come in to breakfast," said the colonel. " We'll talk it 
 over there." 
 
 " Pardon me, sir, I cannot. I must get back home before guard- 
 mount, and Rollins is probably waiting to see me now. I — I could 
 not discuss it at the table, for there are some singular features about 
 the matter." 
 
 " Why, in God's name, what ?" asked the colonel, with sudden and 
 deep anxiety. 
 
 " Well, sir, an officer of the garrison is placed in a compromising 
 position by this affair, and cannot or will not explain." 
 
 "Who?" 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold, sir." 
 
 " Jerrold ! Why, I got a note from him not ten minutes ago saying 
 
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 he had an engagement in town and asking permission to go before 
 guard-mounting, if Mr. Hall was ready. Hall wanted to go with him, 
 Jerrold wrote, but Hall has not applied for permission to leave the 
 post." 
 
 " It is Jerrold who is compromised, colonel. I may be all wrong 
 in my suspicions, all wrong in reporting the matter to you at all, but in 
 my perplexity and distress I see no other way. Frankly, sir, the mo- 
 ment I caught sight of the man he looked like Jerrold ; and two minutes 
 after the shots were fired I inspected Jerrold's quarters. He was not 
 there, though the lamps were burning very low in the bedroom, and his 
 bed had not been occupied at all. When you see Leary, sir, he will 
 tell you that he also thought it must be Mr. Jerrold." 
 
 " The young scapegrace ! — been off to town, I suppose." 
 
 " Colonel," said Chester, quickly, " you — not I — must decide that. 
 I went to his quarters after reveille, and he was then there, and resented 
 my visit and questions, admitted that he had been out during the night, 
 but refused to make any statement to me." 
 
 " Well, Chester, I will haul him up after breakfast. Possibly he 
 had been up to the rifle-camp, or had driven to town after the doctor's 
 party. Of course that must be stopped ; but I'm glad you missed him. 
 It, of course, staggers a man's judgment to be knocked down, but if you 
 had killed him it might have been as serious for you as this knock-down 
 blow will be for him. That is the worst phase of the matter. What 
 could he have been thinking of? He must have been either drunk or 
 mad ; and he rarely drank. Oh, dear, dear, dear, but that's very bad, 
 — very bad, — striking the officer of the day ! Why, Chester, that's the 
 worst thing that's happened in the regiment since I took command of 
 it. It's about the worst thing that could have happened to us. Of 
 course he must go in arrest. I'll see the adjutant right after breakfast. 
 I'll be over early, Chester." And with grave and worried face the 
 colonel bade him adieu. 
 
 As he turned away, Chester heard him saying again to himself, 
 " About the worst thing he could have done ! — the worst thing he could 
 have done !" And the captain's heart sank within him. What would 
 the colonel say when he knew how far, far worse was the foul wrong 
 Mr. Jerrold had done to him and his ? 
 
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 VII. 
 
 Before guard-mounting — almost half an hour before his usual time 
 for appearing at the office — Colonel Maynard hurried in to his desk, 
 sent the orderly for Captain Chester, and then the clerks in the ser- 
 geant-major's room heard him close and lock the door. As the subject 
 of the shooting was already under discussion among the men there 
 assembled, this action on the part of the chief was considered highly 
 significant. It was hardly five minutes before Chester came, looked 
 surprised at finding the door locked, knocked, and was admitted. 
 
 The look on the haggard face at the desk, the dumb misery in the 
 eyes, the wrath and horror in it all, carried him back twenty years to 
 that gloomy morning in the casemates when the story was passed 
 around that Captain Maynard had lost a wife and an intimate friend 
 during the previous night. Chester saw at a glance that, despite his 
 precautions, the blow had come, the truth been revealed at one fell 
 swoop. 
 
 " Lock the door again, Chester, and come here. I have some 
 questions to ask you." 
 
 The captain silently took the chair which was indicated by a wave 
 of the colonel's hand, and waited. For a moment no word more was 
 spoken. The old soldier, white and trembling strangely, reseated him- 
 self at the desk, and covered his face with his hands. Twice he drew 
 them with feebly stroking movement over his eyes, as though to rally 
 the stunned faculties and face the trying ordeal. Then a shiver passed 
 through his frame, and with sudden lift of the head he fixed his gaze 
 on Chester's face and launched the question, — 
 
 " Chester, is there any kindness to a man who has been through 
 what I have in telling only half a tale, as you have done?" 
 
 The captain colored red. " I am at a loss to answer you, colonel," 
 he said, after brief reflection. " You know far more than you did half 
 an hour ago, and what I knew I could not bear to tell you as yet." 
 
 " My God ! my God ! Tell me all, and tell me at once. Here, 
 man, if you need stimulant to your indignation and cannot speak with- 
 out it, read this. I found it, open, among the rose-bushes in the gar- 
 den, where she must have dropped it when out there with you. Read 
 it. Tell me what it means ; for, God knows, I can't believe such a 
 thing of her." 
 
 He handed Chester a sheet of note-paper. It was moist and blurred 
 
224 • FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 on the first page, but the inner pages, though damp, were in good con- 
 dition. The first, second, and third pages were closely covered in a 
 bold, nervous hand that Chester knew well. It was Jerrold's writing, 
 beyond a doubt, and Chester's face grew hot as he read, and his heart 
 torned cold as stone when he finished the last hurried line. 
 
 " My Darling, — 
 
 " I must see you, if only for a moment, before you leave. Do not 
 let this alarm you, for the more I think the more I am convinced it is 
 only a bluif, but Captain Chester discovered my absence early this 
 morning when spying around as usual, and now he claims to have 
 knowledge of our secret. Even if he was on the terrace when I got 
 back, it was too dark for him to recognize me, and it seems impossible 
 that he can have got any real clue. He suspects, perhaps, and thinks 
 to force me to confession ; but I would guard your name with my life. 
 Be wary. Act as though there were nothing on earth between us, and 
 if we cannot meet until then I will be at the depot with the others to 
 see you oif, and will then have a letter ready with full particulars 
 and instructions. It will be in the first thing I hand to you. Hide it 
 until you can safely read it. Your mother must not be allowed a 
 glimmer of suspicion, and then you are safe. As for me, even Chester 
 cannot make the colonel turn against me now. My jealous one, my 
 fiery sweetheart, do you not realize now that I was wise in showing her 
 so much attention? A thousand kisses. Come what may, they cannot 
 rob us of the past. Howard. 
 
 " I fear you heard and were alarmed by the shots just after I left 
 you. All was quiet when I got home." 
 
 It was some seconds before Chester could control himself suf- 
 ficiently to speak. " I wish to God the bullet had gone through his 
 heart !" he said. 
 
 " It has gone through mine, — through mine ! Tliis will kill her 
 mother. Chester," cried the colonel, springing suddenly to his feet, 
 " she must not know it. She must not dream of it. I tell you it 
 would stretch her in the dust, dead, for she loves that child with all her 
 strength, with all her being, I believe, for it is two mother-loves in one. 
 She had a son, older than Alice by several years, her first-born, — her 
 glory, he was ; — but the boy inherited the father's passionate and im- 
 
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 pulsive nature. He loved a girl utterly beneath him, and would have 
 married her when he was only twenty. There is no question that he 
 loved her well, for he refused to give her up, no matter what his father 
 threatened. They tried to buy her off, and she scorned them. Then 
 they had a letter written, while he was sent abroad under pretence that 
 he should have his will if he came back in a year unchanged. By Jove, 
 it seems she was as much in love as he, and it broke her heart. She 
 went off and died somewhere, and he came back ahead of time because 
 her letters had ceased, and found it all out. There was an awful scene. 
 He cursed them both, — father and mother, — and left her senseless at 
 his feet; and from that day to this they never heard of him, never 
 could get the faintest report. It broke Ren wick, — killed him, I guess, 
 for he died in two years ; and as for the mother, you would not think 
 that a woman so apparently full of life and health was in desperate 
 danger. She had some organic trouble with the heart years ago, they 
 tell her, and this experience has developed it so that now any great emo- 
 tion or sudden shock is perilous. Do you not see how doubly fearful 
 this comes to us ? Chester, I have weathered one awful storm, but I'm 
 old and broken now. This — this beats me. Tell me what to do." 
 
 The captain was silent a few moments. He was thinking intently. 
 
 " Does she know you have that letter ?" he asked. 
 
 Maynard shook his head : " I looked back as I came away. She 
 was in the parlor, singing softly to herself, at the very moment I 
 picked it up, lying open as it was right there among the roses, the first 
 words staring me in the face. I meant not to read it, — never dreamed 
 it was for her, — and had turned over the page to look for the super- 
 scription. There was none, but there I saw the signature and that 
 postscript about the shots. That startled me, and I read it here just 
 before you came, and then could account for your conduct, — something 
 I could not do before. God of heaven ! would any man believe it of 
 her ? It is incredible ! Chester, tell me everything you know now, — 
 even everything you suspect. I must see my way clear." 
 
 And then the captain, with halting and reluctant tongue, told his 
 story : how he had stumbled on the ladder back of the colonel's 
 quarters and learned from Number Five that some one had been prowl- 
 ing back of Bachelors' Row ; how he returned there afterwards, found 
 the ladder at the side-wall, and saw the tall form issue from her win- 
 dow ; how he had given chase and been knocked breathless, and of his 
 suspicions, and Leary's, as to the identity of the stranger. 
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 The colonel bowed his head still deeper, and groaned aloud. But 
 he had still other questions to ask. 
 
 " Did you see — any one else at the window ?" 
 
 " Not while he was there." 
 
 "At any time, then, — before or after?" And the colonel's eyes 
 would take no denial. 
 
 " I saw," faltered Chester, " nobody. The shade was pulled up 
 while I was standing there, after I had tripped on the ladder. I sup- 
 posed the noise of my stumble had awakened her." 
 
 " And was that all ? Did you see nothing more ?" 
 
 " Colonel, I did see, afterwards, a woman's hand and arm closing 
 the shade." 
 
 " My God ! And she told me she slept the night through, — never 
 waked or heard a sound !" 
 
 " Did you hear nothing yourself, colonel ?" 
 
 " Nothing. When she came home from the party she stopped a 
 moment, saying something to him at the door, then came into the 
 library and kissed me good-night. I shut up the house and went 
 to bed about half-past twelve, and her door was closed when I went to 
 our room." 
 
 " So there were two closed doors, yours and hers, and the broad hall 
 between you ?" 
 
 " Certainly. We have the doors open all night that lead into the 
 rear rooms, and their windows. This gives us abundant air. Alice 
 always has the hall door closed at night." 
 
 " And Mrs. Maynard, — was she asleep ?" 
 
 " No. Mrs. Maynard was lying awake, and seemed a little restless 
 and disturbed. Some of the women had been giving her some hints 
 about Jerrold and fretting her. You know she took a strange fancy to 
 him at the start. It was simply because he reminded her so strongly 
 of the boy she had lost. She told me so. But after a little she began 
 to discover traits in him she did not like, and then his growing in- 
 timacy with Alice worried her. She would have put a stop to the doc- 
 tor's party, — to her going with him, I mean, — but the engagement was 
 made some days ago. Two or three days since, she warned Alice not 
 to trust him, she says ; and it is really as much on this as any other 
 account that we decided to get her away, off to see her aunt Grace. 
 Oh, God ! how blind we are ! how blind we are !" And poor old 
 Maynard bowed his head and almost groaned aloud. 
 
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 Chester rose, and, in his characteristic way, began tramping ner- 
 vously up and down. There was a knock at the door. " The adjutant's 
 compliments, and 'twas time for guard-mount. Would the colonel 
 wish to see him before he went out ?" asked the orderly. 
 
 " I ought to go, sir," said Chester. " I am old officer of the day, 
 and there will be just time for me to get into full uniform." 
 
 " Let them go on without you," said Maynard. " I cannot spare 
 you now. Send word to that effect. Now, — now about this man, — 
 this Jerrold. What is the best thing we can do ? — of course I know 
 what he most deserves ; — but what is the best thing under all the circum- 
 stances ? Of course my wife and Alice will leave to-day. She was still 
 sleeping when I left, and, pray God, is not dreaming of this. It was 
 nearly two before she closed her eyes last night ; and I, too, slept 
 badly. You have seen him. What does he say ?" 
 
 " Denies everything, — anything, — challenges me to prove that he 
 was absent from his house more than five minutes, — indeed, I could 
 not, for he may have come in just after I left, — and pretended utter 
 ignorance of my meaning when I accused him of striking me before I 
 ordered the sentry to fire. Of course it is all useless now. When I 
 confront him with this letter he must give in. Then let him resign and 
 get away as quietly as possible before the end of the week. No one 
 need know the causes. Of course shooting is what he deserves ; but 
 shooting demands explanation. It is better for your name, hers, and 
 all, that he should be allowed to live than that the truth were sus- 
 pected, as it would be if he were killed. Indeed, sir, if I were you I 
 would take them to Sablon, keep them away for a fortnight, and leave 
 him to me. It may be even judicious to let him go on with all his 
 duties as though nothing had happened, as though he had simply been 
 absent from reveille, and let the whole matter drop like that until all 
 remark and curiosity is lulled ; then you can send her back to Europe 
 or the East, — time enough to decide on that ; but I will privately tell 
 him he must quit the service in six months, and show him why. It 
 isn't the way it ought to be settled ; it probably isn't the way Armitage 
 would do it ; but it is the best thing that occurs to me. One thing is 
 certain : you and they ought to get away at once, and he should not be 
 permitted to see her again. I can run the post a few days and explain 
 matters after you go." 
 
 The colonel sat in wretched silence a few moments ; then he arose : 
 
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 the matter here, — never ! I would see it through to the bitter end. 
 But you are probably right as to the prudent course to take. I'll get 
 them away on the noon train : he thinks they do not start until later. 
 Now I must go and face it. My God, Chester ! could you look at that 
 child and realize it? Even now, even now, sir, I believe — I believe, 
 someway — somehow — she is innocent." 
 
 " God grant it, sir I" 
 
 And then the colonel left the office, avoiding, as has been told, a 
 word with any man. Chester buttoned the tell-tale letter in an inner 
 pocket, after having first folded the sheet lengthwise and then enclosed 
 it in a long official envelope. The officers, wondering at the colonel's 
 distraught appearance, had come thronging in, hoping for information, 
 and then had gone, unsatisfied and disgusted, practically turned out by 
 their crabbed senior captain. The ladies, after chatting aimlessly about 
 the quadrangle for half an hour, had decided that Mrs. Maynard must 
 be ill, and, while most of them awaited the result, two of their number 
 went to the colonel's house and rang at the bell. A servant appeared : 
 " Mrs. Maynard wasn't very well this morning, and was breakfasting 
 in her room, and Miss Alice was with her, if the ladies would please 
 excuse them." And so the emissaries returned unsuccessful. Then, 
 too, as we have seen, despite his good intention of keeping matters 
 hushed as much as possible, Chester's nervous irritability had got the 
 better of him, and he had made damaging admissions to Wilton of 
 the existence of a cause of worriment and perplexity, and this Wilton 
 told without compunction. And then there was another excitement, 
 that set all tongues wagging. Every man had heard what Chester said, 
 that Mr. Jerrold must not quit the garrison until he had first come and 
 seen the temporary commanding officer, and Hall had speedily carried 
 the news to his friend. 
 
 "Are you ready to go?" asked Mr. Jerrold, who was lacing his 
 boots in the rear room. 
 
 " No. I've got to go and get into i cits' first." 
 
 "All right. Go, and be lively! I'll wait for you at Murphy's, 
 beyond the bridge, provided you say nothing about it." 
 
 "You don't mean you are going against orders?" 
 
 " Going ? Of course I am. I've got old Maynard's permission, 
 and if Chester means to revoke it he's got to get his adjutant here inside 
 of ten seconds. What you tell me isn't official. I'm off now /" 
 
 And when the adjutant returned to Captain Chester it was with the 
 
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 information that he was too late : Mr. Jerrold's dog-cart had crossed 
 the bridge five minutes earlier. 
 
 Perhaps an hour later the colonel sent for Chester, and the captain 
 went to his house. The old soldier was pacing slowly up and down the 
 parlor floor. 
 
 " I wanted you a moment. A singular tiling has happened. You 
 know that 'Directoire' cabinet photo of Alice? My wife always kept 
 it on her dressing-table, and this morning it's gone. That frame — the 
 silver filigree thing — was found behind a sofa-pillow in Alice's room, 
 and she declares she has no idea how it got there. Chester, is there 
 any new significance in this?" 
 
 The captain bowed assent. 
 
 "What is it?" 
 
 " That photograph was seen by Major Sloat in Jerrold's bureau- 
 drawer at reveille this morning." 
 
 And such was the situation at Sibley the August day the colonel 
 took his wife and her lovely daughter to visit Aunt Grace at Lake 
 Sablon. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 In the big red omnibus that was slowly toiling over the dusty road 
 several passengers were making their way from the railway-station to 
 the hotel at Lake Sablon. Two of them were women of mature years, 
 whose dress and bearing betokened lives of ease and comfort ; another 
 was a lovely brunette of less than twenty, the daughter, evidently, of 
 one of these ladies, and an object of loving pride to both. These three 
 seemed at home in their surroundings, and were absorbed in the packet 
 of letters and papers they had just received at the station. It was evi- . 
 dent that they were not new arrivals, as were the other passengers, who 
 studied them with the half-envious feelings with which new-comers at 
 a summer resort are apt to regard those who seem to have been long 
 established there, and who gathered from the scraps of conversation 
 that they had merely been over to say good-by to friends leaving on the 
 very train which brought in the rest of what we good Americans term 
 " the 'bus-load." There were women among the newly-arrived who 
 inspected the dark girl with that calm, unflinching, impertinent scrutiny 
 and half-audibly whispered comment which, had they been of the oppo- 
 site sex, would have warranted their being kicked out of the conveyanee, 
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 as were the commentators themselves. There were one or two men in 
 the omnibus who might readily have been forgiven an admiring glance 
 or two at so bright a vision of girlish beauty as was Miss Renwick this 
 August afternoon, and they had looked ; but the one who most attracted 
 the notice of Mrs. Maynard and Aunt Grace — a tail, stalwart, dis- 
 tinguished-looking party in gray travelling-dress — had taken his seat 
 close to the door and was deep in the morning's paper before they were 
 fairly away from the station. 
 
 Laying down the letter she had just finished reading, Mrs. Maynard 
 glanced at her daughter, who was still engaged in one of her own, and 
 evidently with deep interest. 
 
 "From Fort Sibley, Alice?" 
 
 "Yes, mamma, all three, — Miss Craven, Mrs. Hoyt, and — Mr. 
 Jerrold. Would you like to see it f And, with rising color, she held 
 forth the one in her hand. 
 
 "Not now," was the answer, with a smile that told of confidence 
 and gratification both. " It is about the german, I suppose?" 
 
 " Yes. He thinks it outrageous that we should not be there, — says 
 it is to be the prettiest ever given at the fort, and that Mrs. Hoyt and 
 Mrs. Craven, who are the managers for the ladies, had asked him to 
 lead. He wants to know if we cannot possibly come." 
 
 " Are you not very eager to go, Alice ? I should be," said Aunt 
 Grace, with sympathetic interest. 
 
 " Yes, I am," answered Miss Renwick, reflectively. " It had been 
 arranged that it should come off next week, when, as was supposed, we 
 would be home after this visit. It cannot be postponed, of course, 
 because it is given in honor of all the officers who are gathered there 
 for the rifle-competition, and that will be all over and done with to-day, 
 and they cannot stay beyond Tuesday next. We must give it up, 
 auntie," and she looked up smilingly, "and you have made it so 
 lovely for me here that I can do it without a sigh. Think of that ! — 
 an army german ! — and Fanny Craven says the favors are to be simply 
 lovely. Yes, I did want to go, but papa said he felt unequal to it the 
 moment he got back from Chicago, day before yesterday, and he cer- 
 tainly does not look at all well : so that ended it, and I wrote at once 
 to Mrs. Hoyt. This is her answer now." 
 
 "What does she say?" 
 
 " Oh, it is very kind of her : she wants me to come and be her 
 guest if the colonel is too ill to come and mamma will not leave him. 
 
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 She says Mr. Hoyt will come down and escort me. But I would not 
 like to go without mamiiia," and the big dark eyes looked up wistfully, 
 " and I know she does not care to urge papa when he seems so indis- 
 posed to going." 
 
 Mrs. Maynard's eyes were anxious and troubled now. She turned 
 to her sister-in-law : 
 
 " Do you think he seems any better, Grace? I do not." 
 
 " It is hard to say. He was so nervously anxious to get away to 
 see the general the very day you arrived here that there was not a 
 moment in which I could ask him about himself; and since his return 
 he lias avoided all mention of it beyond saying it is nothing but indi- 
 gestion and he would be all right in a few days. I never knew him to 
 suffer in that way in my life. Is there any regimental matter that can 
 be troubling him ?" she asked, in lower tone. 
 
 " Nothing of any consequence whatever. Of course the officers 
 feel chagrined over their defeat in the rifle-match. They had expected 
 to stand very high, but Mr. Jerrold's shooting was unexpectedly below 
 the average, and it threw their team behind. But the colonel didn't 
 make the faintest allusion to it. That hasn't worried him anywhere 
 near as much as it has the others, I should judge." 
 
 "I do not think it was all Mr. Jerrold's fault, mamma," said 
 Miss Renwiek, with gentle reproach and a very becoming flush. " I'm 
 going to stand up for him, because I think they all blame him for 
 other men's poor work. He was not the only one on our team whose 
 shooting was below former scores." 
 
 " They claim that none fell so far below their expectations as he, 
 Alice. You know I am no judge of such matters, but Mr. Hoyt and 
 Captain Gray both write the colonel that Mr. Jerrold had been taking 
 no care of himself whatever and was entirely out of form." 
 
 " In any event I'm glad the cavalry did no better," was Miss Ren- 
 wick's loyal response. " You remember the evening we rode out to 
 the range and Captain Gray said that there was the man who would 
 win the first prize from Mr. Jerrold, — that tall cavalry sergeant who 
 fainted away, — Sergeant McLeod ; don't you remember, mother? 
 Well, he did not even get a place, and Mr. Jerrold beat him easily." 
 
 Something in her mother's eyes warned her to be guarded, and, in 
 that indefinable but unerring system of feminine telegraphy, called her 
 attention to the man sitting by the door. Looking quickly to her 
 right, Miss Renwiek saw that he was intently regarding her. At the 
 
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 mention of Fort Sibley the stranger had lowered his paper, revealing 
 a bronzed face clean-shaven except for the thick blonde moustache, 
 and a pair of clear, steady, searching blue eyes under heavy brows 
 and lashes, and these eyes were very deliberately yet respectfully fixed 
 upon her own ; nor were they withdrawn in proper confusion when 
 detected. It was Miss Renwick whose eyes gave up the contest and 
 returned in some sense of defeat to her mother's face. 
 
 " What letters have you for the colonel ?" asked Mrs. Maynard, 
 coming au secours. 
 
 " Three, — two of them from his devoted henchman Captain Chester, 
 who writes by every mail, I should imagine ; and these he will go oif 
 into some secluded nook with and come back looking blue and worried. 
 Then here's another, forwarded from Sibley, too. I do not know this 
 hand. Perhaps it is from Captain Armitage, who, they say, is to come 
 back next month. Poor Mr. Jerrold !" 
 
 " Why poor Mr. Jerrold ?" asked Aunt Grace, with laughing in- 
 terest, as she noted the expression on her niece's pretty face. 
 
 " Because he can't bear Captain Armitage, and " 
 
 " Now, Alice !" said her mother, reprovingly. " You must not take 
 his view of the captain at all. Remember what the colonel said of 
 him » 
 
 "Mother dear," protested Alice, laughing, "I have no doubt Cap- 
 tain Armitage is the paragon of a soldier, but he is unquestionably a 
 most unpleasant and ungentlemanly person in his conduct to the young 
 officers. Mr. Hall has told me the same thing. I declare, I don't see 
 how they can speak to him at all, he has been so harsh and discourteous 
 and unjust." The color was rising in earnest now, but a warning glance 
 in her mother's eye seemed to check further words. There was an in- 
 stant's silence. Then Aunt Grace remarked, — 
 
 " Alice, your next-door neighbor has vanished. I think your vehe- 
 mence has frightened him." 
 
 Surely enough, the big, blue-eyed man in tweeds had disappeared. 
 During this brief controversy he had quickly and noiselessly let him- 
 self out of the open door, swung lightly to the ground, and was out of 
 sight among the trees. 
 
 " Why, what a strange proceeding !" said Aunt Grace again. 
 " We are fully a mile and a half from the hotel, and he means to walk 
 it in this glaring sun." 
 
 Evidently he did. The driver reined up at the moment in response 
 
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 to a suggestion from some one in a forward seat, and there suddenly ap- 
 peared by the wayside, striding out from the shelter of the sumachs, the 
 athletic figure of the stranger. 
 
 "Go ahead!" he called, in a deep chest-voice that had an unmis- 
 takable ring to it, — the tone that one so readily recognizes in men 
 accustomed to prompt action and command. " I'm going across lots." 
 And, swinging his heavy stick, with quick, elastic steps and erect car- 
 riage the man in gray plunged into a wood-path and was gone. 
 
 " Alice," said Aunt Grace, again, " that man is an officer, I'm suic, 
 and you have driven him into exik and lonely wandering. I've seen 
 so much of them when visiting my brother in the old days before my 
 marriage that even in civilian dress it is easy to tell some of them. 
 Just look at that back, and those shoulders ! He has been a soldier all 
 his life. Horrors ! suppose it should be Captain Armitage himself!" 
 
 Miss Renwick looked genuinely distressed, as well as vexed. Cer- 
 tainly no officer but Captain Armitage would have had reason to leave 
 the stage. Certainly officers and their families occasionally visited 
 Sablon in the summer-time, but Captain Armitage could hardly be 
 here. There was comforting assurance in the very note she held in 
 her hand. 
 
 " It cannot be," she said, " because Mr. Jerrold writes that they 
 have just heard from him at Sibley. He is still at the sea-shore, and 
 will not return for a month. Mr. Jerrold says he implored Captain 
 Chester to let him have three days' leave to come down here and have 
 a sail and a picnic with us, and was told that it would be out of the 
 question." 
 
 " Did he tell you any other news ?" asked Mrs. Maynard, looking 
 up from her letter again, — " anything about the german ?" 
 
 " He says he thinks it a shame we are to be away and — well, read 
 it yourself." And she placed it in her mother's hands, the dark eyes 
 seriously, anxiously studying her face as she read. Presently Mrs. 
 Maynard laid it down and looked again into her own, then, pointing to 
 a certain passage with her finger, handed it to her daughter. 
 
 " Men were deceivers ever," she said, laughing, yet oracularly 
 significant. 
 
 And Alice Renwick could not quite control the start with which 
 she read, — 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold is to lead with his old love, Nina Bcaubien. They 
 
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 make a capital pair, and she, of course, will be radiant — with Alice out 
 of the way." 
 
 " That is something Mr. Jerrold failed to mention, is it not ?" 
 
 Miss Renwick's cheeks were flushed, and the dark eyes were filled 
 with sudden pain, as she answered, — 
 
 "I did not know she was there. She was to have gone to the 
 Lakes the same day we left." 
 
 " She did go, Alice," said her mother, quietly, " but it was only for 
 a brief visit, it seems." 
 
 The colonel was not at their cottage when the omnibus reached the 
 lake. Over at the hotel were the usual number of loungers gathered to 
 see the new arrivals, and Alice presently caught sight of the colonel 
 coming through the park. If anything, he looked more listless and 
 dispirited than he had before they left. She ran down the steps to 
 meet him, smiling brightly up into his worn and haggard face. 
 
 "Are you feeling a little brighter, papa? Here are letters for 
 you." 
 
 He took them wearily, barely glancing at the superscriptions. 
 
 " I had hoped for something more," lie said, and passed on into the 
 little frame house which was his sister's summer home. " Is your 
 mother here ?" he asked, looking back as he entered the door. 
 
 " In the north room, with Aunt Grace, papa," she answered ; and 
 then once more and with graver face she began to read Mr. Jerrold's 
 letter. It was a careful study she was making of it this time, and not 
 altogether a pleasant one. Aunt Grace came out and made some laugh- 
 ing remark at seeing her still so occupied. She looked up, pluckily 
 smiling despite a sense of wounded pride, and answered, — 
 
 " I am only convincing myself that it was purely on general prin- 
 ciples that Mr. Jerrold seemed so auxious I should be there. He never 
 wanted me to lead with him at all." All the same it stung, and Aunt 
 Grace saw and knew it, and longed to take her to her heart and com- 
 fort her ; but it was better so. She was finding him out unaided. 
 
 She was still studying over portions of that ingenious letter, when 
 the rustle of her aunt's gown indicated that she was rising. She saw 
 her move towards the steps, heard a quick, firm tread upon the narrow 
 planking, and glanced up in surprise. There, uncovering his close- 
 en >pped head, stood the tall stranger, looking placidly up as he addressed 
 Aunt Grace : 
 
 " Pardon me, can I see Colonel Maynard ?" 
 
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 " He is at home. Pray come up and take a chair. I will let him 
 know. I — I felt sure you must be some friend of his when I saw you 
 in the stage," said the good lady, with manifest and apologetic uneasiness. 
 
 " Yes," responded the stranger, as he quickly ascended the steps 
 and bowed before her, smiling quietly the while. " Let me intro- 
 duce myself. I am Captain Armitage, of the colonel's regiment." 
 
 " There ! I knew it !" was Aunt Grace's response, as with both 
 hands uplifted in tragic despair she gave one horror-stricken glance at 
 Alice and rushed into the house. 
 
 There was a moment's silence ; then, with burning cheeks, but 
 with brave eyes that looked frankly into his, Alice Ren wick arose, 
 rame straight up to him, and held out her pretty hand. 
 
 " Captain Armitage, I beg your pardon." 
 
 He took the extended hand and gazed earnestly into her face, while 
 a kind — almost merry — smile lighted up his own. 
 
 " Have the boys given me such an uncanny reputation as all that?" 
 he asked ; and then, as though tickled with the comicality of the situ- 
 ation, he began to laugh. " What ogres some of us old soldiers do 
 become in the course of years ! Do you know, young lady, I might 
 never have suspected what a brute I was if it had not been for you ? 
 What a blessed thing it was the colonel did not tell you I w r as coming! 
 You would never have given me this true insight into my character." 
 
 But she saw nothing to laugh at, and would not laugh. Her lovely 
 face was still burning with blushes and dismay and full of trouble? 
 
 " I do not look upon it lightly at all," she said. " It was unpardon- 
 able in me to — to " 
 
 " To take so effective and convincing a method of telling a man of 
 his grievous sins ! Nut a bit of it. I like a girl w r ho has the courage 
 to stand up for her friends. I shall congratulate Jerrold and Hall both 
 when I get back, lucky fellows that they are !" And evidently Captain 
 Armitage was deriving altogether too much jolly entertainment from her 
 awkwardness. She rallied and strove to put an end to it. 
 
 " Indeed, Captain Armitage, I do think the young officers sorely 
 need friends and advocates at times. I never would have knowingly 
 spoken to you of your personal responsibilities in the woes of Mr. Jer- 
 rold and Mr. Hall, but since I have done so unwittingly I may as well 
 define my position, especially as you are so good-natured with it all." 
 And here, it must be admitted, "Miss Renwick's beautiful eyes were 
 shyly lifted to his in a most telling way. Once there, they looked 
 
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 squarely into the clear blue depths of his, and never flinched. " It 
 seemed to me several times at Sibley that the young officers deserved 
 more consideration and courtesy than their captains accorded them. It 
 was not you alone that I heard of." 
 
 " I am profoundly gratified to learn that somebody else is a brute/' 
 he answered, trying to look grave, but with that irrepressible merriment 
 twitching at the corners of his mouth and giving sudden gleams of his 
 firm white teeth through the thick moustache. " You are come to us 
 just in time, Miss Renwick, and if you will let me come and tell you 
 all my sorrows the next time the colonel pitches into me for something 
 wrong in B Company, I'll give you full permission to overhaul me for 
 everything or anything I say and do to the youngsters. Is it a 
 bargain ?" And he held out his big, firm hand. 
 
 " I think you are — very different from what I heard," was all her 
 answer, as she looked up in his eyes, twinkling as they were with fun. 
 " Oh, we are to shake hands on it as a bargain ? Is that it ? Very 
 well, then." 
 
 IX. 
 
 When Captain Armitage left the cottage that night he did not go 
 at once to his own room. Brief as was the conversation he had enjoyed 
 with Miss Renwick, it was all that Fate vouchsafed him for that date 
 at least. The entire party went to tea together at the hotel, but im- 
 mediately thereafter the colonel carried Armitage away, and for two 
 long hours they were closeted over some letters that had come from 
 Sibley, and when the conference broke up and the wondering ladies saw 
 the two men come forth it was late, — almost ten o'clock, — and the 
 captain did not venture beyond the threshold of the sitting-room. He 
 bowed and bade them a somewhat ceremonious good-night. His eyes 
 rested — lingered — on Miss Ren wick's uplifted face, and it was the 
 picture he took with him into the stillness of the summer night. 
 
 The colonel accompanied him to the steps, and rested his hand upon 
 the broad gray shoulder. 
 
 " God only knows how I have needed you, Armitage. This trouble 
 has nearly crushed me, and it seemed as though I were utterly alone. 
 I had the haunting fear that it was only weakness on my part and my 
 love for my wife that made me stand out against Chester's propositions. 
 He can only see guilt and conviction in every new phase of the case, 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 237 
 
 and, though you see how he tries to spare me, his letters give no hope 
 of any other conclusion." 
 
 Armitage pondered a moment before lie answered. Then he slowly 
 spoke : 
 
 " Chester has lived a lonely and an unhappy life. His first experi- 
 ence after graduation was that wretched affair of which you have told 
 me. Of course I knew much of the particulars before, but not all. I 
 respect Chester as a soldier and a gentleman, and I like him and trust 
 him as a friend ; but, Colonel Maynard, in a matter of such vital im- 
 portance as this, and one of such delicacy, I distrust, not his motives, 
 but his judgment. All his life, practically, he has been brooding over 
 the sorrow that came to him when your trouble came to you, and his 
 mind is grooved : he believes he sees mystery and intrigue in matters 
 that others might explain in an instant." 
 
 "But think of all the array of evidence he has." 
 
 " Enough, and more than enough, I admit, to warrant everything 
 he has thought or said of the man ; but " 
 
 " He simply puts it this way. If he be guilty, can she be less ? 
 Is it possible, Armitage, that you are unconvinced ?" 
 
 " Certainly I am unconvinced. The matter has not yet been sifted. 
 As I understand it, you have forbidden his confronting Jerrold with the 
 proofs of his rascality until I get there. Admitting the evidence of the 
 ladder, the picture, and the form at the window, — ay, the letter, too, — 
 I am yet to be convinced of one thing. You must remember that his 
 judgment is biassed by his early experiences. He fancies that no 
 woman is proof against such fascinations as Jerrold's." 
 
 " And your belief?" 
 
 " Is that some women — many women — are utterly above such a 
 possibility." 
 
 Old Maynard wrung his comrade's hand. "You make me hope 
 in spite of myself, — my past experiences, — my very senses, Armitage. 
 I have leaned on you so many years that I missed you sorely when 
 this trial camp, ff you had been there, things might not have taken 
 this shape. He looks upon Chester — and it's one thing Chester 
 hasn't forgiven in him — as a meddling old granny; you remember the 
 time he so spoke of him last year ; but he holds you in respect, or is 
 afraid of you, — which in a man of his calibre is about the same thing. 
 It may not be too late for you to act. Then when he is disposed of once 
 and ibr all, I can know what must be done — where she is concerned." 
 
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 " And under no circumstances can you question Mrs. Maynard ?" 
 
 " No ! no ! If she suspected anything of this it would kill her. 
 In any event, she must have no suspicion of it now." 
 
 "But does she not ask? Has she no theory about the missing 
 photograph ? Surely she must marvel over its disappearance." 
 
 " She does ; at least, she did ; but — Fin ashamed to own it, Armi- 
 tage — we had to quiet her natural suspicions in some way, and I told her 
 that it was my doing, — that I took it to tease. Alice, put the photograph 
 in the drawer of my desk, and hid the frame behind her sofa-pillow. 
 Chester knows of the arrangement, and we had settled that when the 
 picture was recovered from Mr. Jerrold he would send it to me." 
 
 Armitage was silent. A frown settled on his forehead, and it was 
 evident that the statement was far from welcome to him. Presently he 
 held forth his hand. 
 
 " Well, good-night, sir. I must go and have a quiet think over 
 this. I hope you will rest well. You need it, colonel." 
 
 But Maynard only shook his head. His heart was too troubled 
 for rest of any kind. He stood gazing out towards the park, where 
 the tall figure of his ex-adjutant had disappeared among the trees. He 
 heard the low-toned, pleasant chat of the ladies in the sitting-room, but 
 he was in no mood to join them. He wished that Armitage had not 
 gone, he felt such strength and comparative hope in his presence ; 
 but it was plain that even Armitage was confounded by the array of 
 facts and circumstances that he had so painfully and slowly communi- 
 cated to him. The colonel went drearily back to the room in which 
 they had had their long conference. His wife and sister both hailed 
 him as he passed the sitting-room door, and urged him to come and 
 join them, — they wanted to ask about Captain Armitage, with whom 
 it was evident they were much impressed ; but he answered that he 
 had some letters to put away, and he must attend first to that. 
 
 Among those that had been shown to the captain, mainly letters 
 from Chester telling of the daily events at the fort and of his surveil- 
 lance in the case of Jerrold, was one which Alice had brought him two 
 days before. This had seemed to him of unusual importance, as the 
 others contained nothing that tended to throw new light on the case. 
 It said, — 
 
 " I am glad you have telegraphed for Armitage, and heartily ap- 
 prove yonr decision to lay the whole case before him. I presume he 
 can reach you by Sunday, and that by Tuesday he will be here at the 
 
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 fort and ready to act. This will be a great relief to me, for, do what 
 I could to allay it, there is no concealing the fact that much speculation 
 and gossip is afloat concerning the events of that unhappy night. 
 Leary declares he has been close-mouthed ; the other men on guard 
 know absolutely nothing, and Captain Wilton is the only officer to 
 whom in my distress of mind I betrayed that there was a mystery, and 
 he has pledged himself to me to say nothing. Sloat, too, has an ink- 
 ling, and a big one, that Jerrold is the suspected party ; but I never 
 dreamed that anything had been seen or heard which in the faintest 
 way connected your household with the matter, until yesterday. Then 
 Leary admitted to me that two women, Mrs. Clifford's cook and the 
 doctor's nursery-maid, had asked him whether it wasn't Lieutenant 
 Jerrold he fired at, and if it was true that he was trying to get in at 
 the colonel's back door. Twice Mrs. Clifford has asked me very sig- 
 nificant questions, and three times to-day have officers made remarks to 
 me that indicated their knowledge of the existence of some grave 
 trouble. What makes matters worse is that Jerrold, when twitted 
 about his absence from reveille, loses his temper and gets confused. 
 There came near being a quarrel between him and Rollins at the mess 
 a day or two since. He was saying that the reason he slept through 
 roll-call was the fact that he had been kept up very late at the doctor's 
 party, and Rollins happened to come in at the moment and blurted out 
 that if he was up at all it must have been after he left the party, and 
 reminded him that he had left before midnight with Miss lien wick. 
 This completely staggered Jerrold, who grew confused and tried to 
 cover it with a display of anger. Now, two weeks ago Rollins was 
 most friendly to Jerrold and stood up for him when I assailed him, 
 but ever since that night he has had no word to say for him. When 
 Jerrold played wrathful and accused Rollins of mixing in other men's 
 business, Rollins bounced up to him like a young bull-terrier, and I 
 believe there would have been a row had not Sloat and Hoyt promptly 
 interfered. Jerrold apologized, and Rollins accepted the apology, but 
 has avoided him ever since, — won't speak of him to me, now that I 
 have reason to want to draw him out. As soon as Armitage gets here 
 he can do what I cannot, — find out just what and who is suspected and 
 talked about. 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold, of course, avoids me. He has been attending strictly 
 to his duty, and is evidently confounded that I did not press the matter 
 of his going to town as he did the day I forbade it. Mr. Hoyt's being 
 
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 too late to see him personally gave me sufficient grounds on which to ex- 
 cuse it; but he seems to understand that something is impending, and 
 is looking nervous and harassed. He has not renewed his request for 
 leave of absence to run down to Sablon. I told him curtly it was out 
 of the question." 
 
 The colonel took a few strides up and down the room. It had 
 come, then. The good name of those he loved was already besmirched 
 by garrison gossip, and he knew that nothing but heroic measures could 
 ever silence scandal. Impulse and the innate sense of " fight" urged 
 him to go at once to the scene, leaving his wife and her fair daughter 
 here under his sister's roof; but Armitage and common sense said no. 
 He had placed his burden on those broad gray shoulders, and, though 
 ill content to wait, he felt that he was bound. Stowing away the 
 letters, too nervous to sleep, too worried to talk, he stole from the 
 cottage, and, with hands clasped behind his back, with low-bowed head 
 he strolled forth into the broad vista of moonlit road. 
 
 There were bright lights still burning at the hotel, and gay voices 
 came floating through the summer air. The piano, too, was thrumming 
 a waltz in the parlor, and two or three couples were throwing em- 
 bracing, slowly-twirling shadows on the windows. Over in the bar- and 
 billiard-rooms the click of the balls and the refreshing rattle of cracked 
 ice told suggestively of the occupation of the inmates. Keeping on be- 
 yond these distracting sounds, he slowly climbed a long, gradual ascent 
 to the " bench," or plateau above the wooded point on which were 
 grouped the glistening white buildings of the pretty summer resort, and, 
 having reached the crest, turned silently to gaze at the beauty of the 
 scene, — at the broad, flawless bosom of a summer lake all sheen and 
 silver from the unclouded moon. Far to the southeast it wound among 
 the bold and rock-ribbed bluffs rising from the forest growth at their 
 base to shorn and rounded summits. Miles away to the southward 
 twinkled the lights of one busy little town ; others gleamed and 
 sparkled over towards the northern shore, close under the pole-star; 
 while directly opposite frowned a massive wall of palisaded rock, 
 that threw, deep and heavy and far from shore, its long reflection in 
 the mirror of water. There was not a breath of air stirring in the 
 heavens, not a ripple on the face of the waters beneath, save where, close 
 under the bold headland down on the other side, the signal-lights, 
 white and crimson and green, creeping slowly along in the shadows, re- 
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 below. Nearer at hand, just shaving the long strip of sandy, wooded 
 point that jutted far out into the lake, a broad raft of timber, pushed 
 by a hard-working, black-funnelled stern-wheeler, was slowly forging 
 its way to the outlet of the lake, its shadowy edge sprinkled here and 
 there with little sparks of lurid red, — the pilot-lights that gave warning 
 of its slow and silent coming. Far down along the southern shore, 
 under that black bluff-line, close to the silver water-edge, a glowing 
 meteor seemed whirling through the night, and the low, distant rumble 
 told of the "Atlantic Express" thundering on its journey. Here, 
 along with him on the level plateau, were other roomy cottages, some 
 dark, some still sending forth a guiding ray ; while long lines of white- 
 washed fence gleamed ghostly in the moonlight and were finally lost iu 
 the shadow of the great bluff that abruptly shut in the entire point 
 and plateau and shut out all further sight of lake or land in that direc- 
 tion. Far beneath he could hear the soft plash upon the sandy shore 
 of the little wavelets that came sweeping in the wake of the raft-boat 
 and spending their tiny strength upon the strand ; far down on the 
 hotel point he could still hear the soft melody of the waltz ; he re- 
 membered how the band used to play that same air, and wondered why 
 it was he used to like it ; it jarred him now. Presently the distant 
 crack of a whip and the low rumble of wheels were heard : the omni- 
 bus coming back from the station with passengers from the night train. 
 He was in no mood to see any one. He turned away and walked 
 northward along the edge of the bench, towards the deep shadow of 
 the great shoulder of the bluff, and presently he came to a long flight 
 of wooden stairs, leading from the plateau down to the hotel, and here 
 he stopped and seated himself awhile. He did not want to go home 
 yet. He wanted to be by himself, — to think and brood over his 
 trouble. He saw the omnibus go round the bend and roll up to the 
 hotel door- way with its load of pleasure-seekers, and heard the joyous 
 welcome with which some of their number were received by waiting 
 friends, but life had little of joy to him this night. He longed to go 
 away, — anywhere, anywhere, could he only leave this haunting misery 
 behind. He was so proud of his regiment ; he had been so happy in 
 bringing home to it his accomplished and gracious wife ; he had been 
 so joyous in planning for the lovely times Alice was to have, — the 
 social successes, the girlish triumphs, the garrison gayeties of which 
 she was to be the queen, — and now, so very, very soon, all had turned 
 to ashes and desolation ! She was so beautiful, so sweet, winning, 
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 graceful. Oh, God ! could it be that one so gifted could possibly be 
 so base? He rose in nervous misery and clinched his hands high in 
 air, then sat down again with hiding, hopeless face, rocking to and fro 
 as sways a man in mortal pain. It was long before he rallied and 
 again wearily arose. Most of the lights were gone; silence had settled 
 down upon the sleeping point ; he was chilled with the night air and 
 the dew, and stiff and heavy as he tried to walk. Down at the foot of 
 the stairs he could see the night-watchman making his rounds. He did 
 not want to explain matters and talk with him : he would go around. 
 There was a steep pathway down into the ravine that gave into the 
 lake just beyond his sister's cottage, and this he sought and followed, 
 moving slowly and painfully, but finally reaching the grassy level of 
 the pathway that connected the cottages with the wood-road up the 
 bluff. Trees and shrubbery were thick on both sides, aud the path 
 was shaded. He turned to his right, and came down until once more 
 he was in sight of the white walls of the hotel standing out there on 
 the point, until close at hand he could see the light of his own cottage 
 glimmering like faithful beacon through the trees ; and then he stopped 
 short. 
 
 A tall, slender figure — a man in dark, snug-fitting clothing — was 
 creeping stealthily up to the cottage window. 
 
 The colonel held his breath : his heart thumped violently : he 
 waited, — watched. He saw the dark figure reach the blinds ; he saw 
 them slowly, softly turned, and the faint light gleaming from within ; 
 he saw the figure peering in between the slats, and then — God ! was it 
 possible? — a low voice, a man's voice, whispering or hoarsely mur- 
 muring a name : he heard a sudden movement within the room, as 
 though the occupant had heard and were replying, "Coming." His 
 blood froze : it was not Alice's room : it was his, — his and hers — his 
 -wife's, — and that was surely her step approaching the window. Yes, 
 the blind was quickly opened. A white-robed figure stood at the 
 casement. He could see, hear, bear no more : with one mad rush he 
 sprang from his lair and hurled himself upon the shadowy stranger. 
 
 " You hound ! who are you ?" 
 
 But 'twas no shadow that he grasped. A muscular arm was round 
 him in a trice, a brawny hand at his throat, a twisting, sinewy leg was 
 curled in his, and lie went reeling back upon the springy turf, stunned 
 and wellnigh breathless. 
 
 When he could regain his feet and reach the casement the strangei 
 
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 had vanished ; but Mrs. Maynard lay there on the floor within, a white 
 and senseless heap. 
 
 X. 
 
 Perhaps it was as well for all parties that Frank Armitage con- 
 cluded that he must have another whiff of tobacco that night as an 
 incentive to the "think" he had promised himself. He had strolled 
 through the park to the grove of trees out on the point and seated 
 himself in the shadows. Here his reflections were speedily interrupted 
 by the animated flirtations of a few couples who, tiring of the dance, 
 came out into the coolness of the night and the seclusion of the grove, 
 where their murmured words and soft laughter soon gave the captain's 
 nerves a strain they could not bear. He broke cover and betook him- 
 self to the very edge of the stone retaining wall out on the point. 
 
 He wanted to think calmly and dispassionately ; he meant to weigh 
 all he had read and heard and form his estimate of the gravity of the 
 case before going to bed. He meant to be impartial, — to judge her as 
 he would judge any other woman so compromised ; but for the life of 
 him he could not. He bore with him the mule image of her lovely 
 face, with its clear, truthful, trustful dark eyes. He saw her as she 
 stood before him on the little porch when they shook hands on their 
 laughing — or his laughing — compact, for she would not laugh. How 
 perfect she was ! — her radiant beauty, her uplifted eyes, so full of their 
 self-reproach and regret at the speech she had made at his expense ! 
 How exquisite was the grace of her slender, rounded form as she stood 
 there before him, one slim hand half shyly extended to meet the cordial 
 clasp of his own ! He wanted to judge and be just ; but that image 
 dismayed him. How could he look on this picture and then — on that, 
 — the one portrayed in the chain of circumstantial evidence which the 
 colonel had laid before him ? It was monstrous ! it was treason to 
 womanhood ! One look in her eyes, superb in their innocence, was too 
 much for his determined impartiality. Armitage gave himself a mental 
 kick for what he termed his imbecility, and went back to the hotel. 
 
 " It's no use," he muttered. " I'm a slave of the weed, and can't 
 be philosophic without my pipe." 
 
 Up to his little box of a room he climbed, found his pipe-case and 
 tobacco-pouch, and in five minutes was strolling out to the point once 
 more, when he came suddenly upon the night-watchman, — a personage 
 of whose functions and authority he was entirely ignorant. The man 
 
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 eyed him narrowly, and essayed to speak. Not knowing him, and 
 desiring to be alone, Armitage pushed past, and was surprised to find 
 that a hand was on his shoulder and the man at his side before he had 
 gone a rod. 
 
 " Beg pardon, sir," said the watchman, gruffly, " but I don't know 
 you. Are you stopping at the hotel ?" 
 
 " I am," said Armitage, coolly, taking his pipe from his lips and 
 blowing a cloud over his other shoulder. " And who may you be ?" 
 
 " I am the watchman ; and I do not remember seeing you come 
 to-dav.' , 
 
 " Nevertheless I did." 
 
 " On what train, sir?" 
 
 " This afternoon's up-train." 
 
 " You certainly were not on the omnibus when it got here." 
 
 " Very true. I walked over from beyond the school-house." 
 
 "You must excuse me, sir. I did not think of that ; and the 
 manager requires me to know everybody. Is this Major Armitage?" 
 
 " Armitage is my name, but I'm not a major." 
 
 " Yes, sir ; I'm glad to be set right. And the other gentleman, — 
 him as was inquiring for Colonel Maynard to-night? He's in the 
 army, too, but his name don't seem to be on the book. He only came 
 in on the late train." 
 
 " Another man to see Colonel Maynard ?" asked the captain, with 
 sudden interest. "Just come in, you say. I'm sure I've no idea. 
 AVhat was he like?" 
 
 " I don't know, sir. At first I thought you was him. The driver 
 told me he brought a gentleman over who asked some questions about 
 Colonel Maynard, but he didn't get aboard at the depot, and he didn't 
 come down to the hotel, — got off somewhere up there on the bench, and 
 Jim didn't see him." 
 
 " Where's Jim ?" said Armitage. " Come with me, watchman. I 
 want to interview him." 
 
 Together they walked over to the barn, which the driver was just 
 locking up after making everything secure for the night. 
 
 " Who was it inquiring for Colonel Maynard?" asked Armitage. 
 
 " I don't know, sir," was the slow answer. " There was a man got 
 aboard as I was coming across the common there in the village at the 
 station. There were several passengers from the train, and some bag- 
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 to ride. As soon as I saw him get in I reined up and asked where he 
 was going ; he had no baggage nor nuthin', and my orders are not to 
 haul anybody except people of the hotel : so he came right forward 
 through the 'bus and took the seat behind me and said 'twas all right, 
 he was going to the hotel ; and he passed up a half-dollar. I told him 
 that I couldn't take the money, — that 'bus-fares were paid at the office, 
 — and drove ahead. Then he handed me a cigar, and pretty soon he 
 asked me if there were many people, and who had the cottages ; and 
 when I told him, he asked which was Colonel Maynard's, but he didn't 
 say he knew him, and the next tiling I knew was when we got here to 
 the hotel he wasn't in the 'bus. He must have stepped back through 
 all those passengers and slipped off up there on the bench. He was in 
 it when we passed the little brown church up on the hill." 
 
 "What was he like?" 
 
 " I couldn't see him plain. He stepped out from behind a tree as 
 we drove through the common, and came right into the 'bus. It was 
 dark in there, and all I know is he was tali and had on dark clothe?. 
 Some of the people inside must have seen him better ; but they are all 
 gone to bed, I suppose." 
 
 " I will go over to the hotel and inquire, anyway," said Armitage, 
 and did so. The lights were turned down, and no one was there, but he 
 could hear voices chatting in quiet tones on the broad, sheltered veranda 
 without, and, going thither, found three or four men enjoying a quiet 
 smoke. Armitage was a man of action. He stepped at once to the 
 group : 
 
 " Pardon me, gentlemen, but did any of you come over in the 
 omnibus from the station to-night?" 
 
 "I did, sir," replied one of the party, removing his cigar and 
 twitching off the ashes with his little finger, then looking up with the 
 air of a man expectant of question. 
 
 " The watchman tells me a man came over who was making in- 
 quiries for Colonel Maynard. May I ask if you saw or heard of such 
 a person ?" 
 
 " A gentleman got in soon after we left the station, and when the 
 driver hailed him he went forward and took a seat near him. They 
 had some conversation, but I did not hear it. I only know that he got 
 out again a little while before we .reached the hotel." 
 
 " Could you see him, and describe him ? I am a friend of Colo- 
 
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 nel Maynard's, an officer of his regiment, — which will account for my 
 inquiry." 
 
 "Well, yes, sir. I noticed he was very tall and slim, was dressed 
 in dark clothes, and wore a dark slouched hat well down over his fore- 
 head. He was what I would call a military-looking man, for I noticed 
 his walk as he got off; but he wore big spectacles, — blue or brown 
 glass, I should say, — and had a heavy beard." 
 
 " Which way did he go when he left the 'bus ?" 
 
 " He walked northward along the road at the edge of the bluff, 
 right up towards the cottages on the upper level," was the answer. 
 
 Armitage thanked him for his courtesy, explained that he had left 
 the colonel only a short time before and that he was then expecting no 
 visitor, and if one had come it was perhaps necessary that he should 
 be hunted up and brought to the hotel. Then he left the porch and 
 walked hurriedly through the park towards its northernmost limit. 
 There to his left stood the broad roadway along which, nestling under 
 shelter of the bluff, was ranged the line of cottages, some two-storied, 
 with balconies and verandas, others low, single-storied affairs with a 
 broad hall-way in the middle of each and rooms on both north and 
 south sides. Farthermost north on the row, almost hidden in the trees, 
 and nearest the ravine, stood Aunt Grace's cottage, where were domi- 
 ciled the colonel's household. It was in the big bay- windowed north 
 room that he and the colonel had had their long conference earlier in 
 the evening. The south room, nearly opposite, was used as their parlor 
 and sitting-room. Aunt Grace and Miss Eenwick slept in the little 
 front rooms north and south of the hall-way, and the lights in their 
 rooms were extinguished; so, too, was that in the parlor. All w r as 
 darkness on the south and east. All was silence and peace as Armi- 
 tage approached ; but just as he reached the shadow of the stunted oak- 
 tree growing in front of the house his ears were startled by an agonized 
 cry, a woman's half-stifled shriek. He bounded up the steps, seized 
 the knob of the door and threw his weight against it. It was firmly 
 bolted within. Loud he thundered on the panels. "'Tis I, — Armi- 
 tage!" he called. He heard the quick patter of little feet; the bolt 
 was slid, and he rushed in, almost stumbling against a trembling, terror- 
 stiicken, yet welcoming white-robed form, — Alice Ren wick, barefooted, 
 with her glorious wealth of hair tumbling in dark luxuriance all down 
 over the dainty night-dress, — Alice Ren wick, with pallid face and wild 
 imploring eyes. 
 
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 " What is wrong ?" he asked, in haste. 
 
 " It's mother, — her room, — and it's locked, and she won't answer," 
 was the gasping reply. 
 
 Armitage sprang to the rear of the hall, leaned one second against 
 the opposite wall, sent his foot with mighty impulse and muscled im- 
 pact against the opposing lock, and the door flew open with a crash. 
 The next instant Alice was bending over her senseless mother, and the 
 captain was giving a hand in much bewilderment to the panting colonel, 
 ttLd was striving to clamber in at the window. The ministrations of 
 Aunt Grace and Alice were speedily sufficient to restore Mrs. Maynard. 
 A teaspoonful of brandy administered by the colonel's trembling hand 
 helped matters materially. Then he turned to Armitage. 
 
 " Come outside," he said. 
 
 Once again in the moonlight the two men faced each other. 
 
 " Armitage, can you get a horse ?" 
 
 " Certainly. What then ?" 
 
 " Go to the station, get men, if possible, and head this fellow off. 
 He was here again to-night, and it was not Alice he called, but my — 
 but Mrs. Maynard. I saw him ; I grappled with him right here at 
 the bay-window where she met him, and he hurled me to grass as 
 though I'd been a child. I want a horse ! I want that man to-night. 
 How did he get away from Sibley ?" 
 
 " Do you mean — do you think it was Jerrold ?" 
 
 " Good God, yes ! Who else could it be ? Disguised, of course, 
 and bearded ; but the figure, the carriage, were just the same, and he 
 came to this window, — to her window, — and called, and she answered. 
 My God, Armitage, think of it !" 
 
 " Come with me, colonel. You are all unstrung," was the captain's 
 answer as he led his broken friend away. At the front door he stopped 
 one moment, then ran up the steps and into the hall, where he tapped 
 lightly at the casement. 
 
 " What is it ?" was the low response from an invisible source. 
 
 "Miss Alice?" 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " The watchman is here now. I will send him around to the win- 
 dow to keep guard until our return. The colonel is a little upset by 
 the shock, and I want to attend to him. We are going to the hotel a 
 moment before I bring him home. You are not afraid to have him 
 leave you?" 
 
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 " Not now, captain." 
 
 " Is Mrs. Maynard better ?" 
 
 " Yes. She hardly seems to know what has happened. Indeed, 
 none of us do. What was it ?" 
 
 " A tram]), looking for something to eat, tried to open the blinds, 
 and the colonel was out here and made a jump at him. They had a 
 scuffle in the shrubbery, and the tramp got away. It frightened your 
 mothar : that's the sum of it, I think." 
 
 "Is papa hurt?" 
 
 "No: a little bruised and shaken, and mad as a hornet. I think 
 perhaps I'll get him quieted down and sleepy in a few minutes, if you 
 and Mrs. Maynard will be content to let liim stay with me. I can 
 talk almost any man drowsy." 
 
 " Mamma seems to worry for fear he is hurt." 
 
 "Assure her solemnly that he hasn't a scratch. He is simply 
 fighting mad, and I'm going to try and find the tramp. Does Mrs. 
 Maynard remember how he looked ?" 
 
 " She could not see the face at all. She heard some one at the 
 shutters, and a voice, and supposed of course it was papa, and threw 
 open the blind." 
 
 " Oh, I see. That's all, Miss Alice. I'll go back to the colonel. 
 Good-night !" And Armitage went forth with a lighter step. 
 
 " One sensation knocked endwise, colonel. I have it on the best 
 of authority that Mrs. Maynard so fearlessly went to the window in 
 answer to the voice and noise at the shutters simply because she knew 
 you were out there somewhere and she supposed it was you. How 
 simple these mysteries become when a little daylight is let in on them, 
 after all ! Come, I'm going to take you over to my room for a stiff 
 glass of grog, and then after his trampship while you go back to 
 bed." 
 
 " Armitage, you seem to make very light of this night's doings. 
 What is easier than to connect it all with the trouble at Sibley ?" 
 
 " Nothing was ever more easily explained than this thing, colonel, 
 and all I want now is a chance to get that tramp. Then I'll go to 
 Sibley ; and 'pon my word I believe that mystery can be made as com- 
 monplace a piece of petty larceny as this was of vagrancy. Come." 
 
 But when Armitage left the colonel at a later hour and sought his 
 own room for a brief rest he was in no such buoyant mood. A night- 
 search for a tramp in the dense thickets among the bluffs and woods of 
 
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 Sablon could hardly be successful. It was useless to make the attempt. 
 He slept but little during the cool August night, and early in the morn- 
 ing mounted a horse and trotted over to the railway-station. 
 
 " Has any train gone northward since last night ?" he inquired at 
 the office. 
 
 " None that stop here," was the answer. " The first train up comes 
 along at 11.56." 
 
 " I want to send a despatch to Fort Sibley and get an answer with- 
 out delay. Can you work it for me ?" 
 
 The agent nodded, and pushed over a package of blanks. Armi- 
 tage wrote rapidly as follows : 
 
 " Captain Chester, 
 
 " Commanding Fort Sibley. 
 " Is Jerrold there ? Tell him I will arrive Tuesday. Answer. 
 
 " F. Armitage." 
 
 It was along towards nine o'clock when the return message came 
 clicking in on the wires, was written out, and handed to the tall soldier 
 with the tired blue eyes. 
 
 He read, started, crushed the paper in his hand, and turned from 
 the office. The answer was significant : 
 
 " Lieutenant Jerrold left Sibley yesterday afternoon. Not yet re- 
 turned. Absent without leave this morning. 
 
 " Chester." 
 
 XI. 
 
 Nature never vouchsafed to wearied man a lovelier day of rest than 
 the still Sunday on which Frank Armitage rode slowly back from the 
 station. The soft, mellow tone of the church-bell, tolling the summons 
 for morning service, floated out from the brown tower, and was echoed 
 back from the rocky cliff glistening in the August sunshine on the 
 northern bluff. Groups of villagers hung about the steps of the little 
 sanctuary and gazed with mild curiosity at the arriving parties from the 
 cottages and the hotel. The big red omnibus came up with a load of 
 worshippers, and farther away, down the vista of the road, Armitage 
 could see others on foot and in carriages, all wending their way to church. 
 He was in no mood to meet them. The story that he had been out 
 pursuing a tramp during the night was pretty thoroughly circulated by 
 this time, he felt assured, and every one would connect his early ride to 
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 the station, in some way, with the adventure that the grooms, hostlers, 
 cooks, and kitchen-maids had all been dilating upon ever since daybreak. 
 He dreaded to meet the curious glances of the women, and the questions 
 of the few men whom he had taken so far into his confidence as to ask 
 about the mysterious person who came over in the stage with them. He 
 reined up his. horse, and then, seeing a little pathway leading into the 
 thick wood to his right, he turned in thither and followed it some fifty 
 yards among bordering treasures of coreopsis and golden-rod and wild 
 luxuriance of vine and foliage. Dismounting in the shade, he threw 
 the reins over his arm and let his horse crop the juicy grasses, while he 
 seated himself on a little stump and fell to thinking again. He could 
 hear the reverent voices of one or two visitors strolling about among the 
 peaceful, flower-decked graves behind the little church and only a short 
 stone's-throw away through the shrubbery. He could hear the low, 
 solemn voluntary of the organ, and presently the glad outburst of 
 young voices in the opening hymn, but he knew that belated ones would 
 still be coming to church, and he would not come forth from his covert 
 until all were out of the way. Then, too, he was glad of a little longer 
 time to think : he did not want to tell the colonel the result of his 
 morning investigations. 
 
 To begin with : the watchman, the driver, and the two men whom 
 he had questioned were all of an opinion as to the character of the 
 stranger: "he was a military man." The passengers described his 
 voice as that of a man of education and social position ; the driver 
 and passengers declared his walk and carriage to be that of a soldier : 
 he was taller, they said, than the tall, stalwart Saxon captain, but by 
 no means so heavily built. As to age, they could not tell : his beard 
 was black and curly, — no gray hairs ; his movements were quick and 
 elastic ; but his eyes were hidden by those colored glasses, and his fore- 
 head by the slouch of that broad-brimmed felt hat. 
 
 At the station, while awaiting the answer to his despatch, Armitage 
 iiad questioned the agent as to whether any man of that description had 
 arrived by the night train from the north. He had seen none, he said, 
 but there was Larsen over at the post-office store, who came down on 
 that train ; perhaps he could tell. Oddly enough, Mr. Larsen recalled 
 just such a party, — tall, slim, dark, dark-bearded, with blue glasses 
 and dark hat and clothes, — but he was bound for Lakeville, the station 
 beyond, and he remained in the car when he, Larsen, got off. Larsen 
 remembered the man well, because he sat in the rear corner of the 
 
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 smoker and had nothing to say to anybody, but kept reading a news- 
 paper ; and the way he came to take note of him was that while stand- 
 ing with two friends at that end of the car they happened to be right 
 around the man. The Saturday evening train from the city is always 
 crowded with people from the river towns who have been up to market 
 or the matinees, and even the smoker was filled with standing men 
 until they got some thirty miles down. Larsen wanted to light a fresh 
 cigar, and offered one to each of his friends : then it was found they 
 had no matches, and one of them, who had been drinking a little and 
 felt jovial, turned to the dark stranger and asked him for a light, and 
 the man, without speaking, handed out a little silver match-box. It 
 was just then that the conductor came along, and Larsen saw his ticket. 
 It was a " round trip" to Lakeville : he was evidently going there for 
 a visit, and therefore, said Larsen, he didn't get off at Sablon Station, 
 which was six miles above. 
 
 But Armitage knew better. It was evident that he had quietly 
 slipped out on the platform of the car after the regular passengers had 
 got out of the way, and let himself oft' into the darkness on the side 
 opposite the station. Thence he had an open and unimpeded walk of 
 a few hundred yards until he reached the common, and then, when 
 overtaken by the hotel omnibus, he could jump aboard and ride. 
 There was only one road, only one way over to the hotel, and he could 
 not miss it. There was no doubt now that, whoever he was, the night 
 visitor had come down on the evening train from the city ; and his 
 return ticket would indicate that he meant to go back the way he came. 
 It was half-past ten when that train arrived. It was nearly midnight 
 when the man appeared at the cottage window. It was after two when 
 Armitage gave up the search and went to bed. It was possible for the 
 man to have walked to Lakeville, six miles south, and reached the 
 station there in abundant time to take the up-train which passed Sablon, 
 without stopping, a little before daybreak. If he took that train, and 
 if he was Jerrold, he would have been in the city before seven, and 
 could have been at Fort Sibley before or by eight o'clock. But Chester's 
 despatch showed clearly that at 8.30 — the hour for signing the company 
 morning reports — Mr. Jerrold was not at his post. Was he still in the 
 neighborhood and waiting for the noon train ? If so, could he be con- 
 fronted on the cars and accused of his crime? He looked at his watch ; 
 it was nearly eleven, and he must push on to the hotel before that hour, 
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 feet, and was just about to mount, when a vision of white and scarlet 
 came suddenly into view. There, within twenty feet of him, making 
 her dainty way through the shrubbery from the direction of the church, 
 sunshine and shadow alternately flitting across her lovely face and form, 
 Alice Ren wick stepped forth into the pathway, and, shading her eyes 
 with her hand, gazed along the leafy lane towards the road, as though 
 expectant of another's coming. Then, attracted by the beauty of the 
 golden-rod, she bent and busied herself with gathering in the yellow 
 sprays. Armitage, with one foot in the stirrup, stood stock-still, half 
 in surprise, half stunned by a sudden and painful thought. Could it 
 be that she was there in hopes of meeting — any one ? 
 
 He retook his foot from the stirrup, and, relaxing the rein, still 
 stood gazing at her over his horse's back. That placid quadruped, 
 whose years had been spent in these pleasant by-Avays and were too 
 many to warrant an exhibition of coltish surprise, promptly lowered 
 his head and resumed his occupation of grass-nibbling, making a little 
 crunching noise which Miss Renwick might have heard, but apparently 
 did not. She was singing very softly to herself, — 
 
 " Daisy, tell my fortune, pray : 
 He loves me not, — lie loves me." 
 
 And still Armitage stood and gazed, while she, absorbed in her 
 pleasant task, still pulled and plucked at the golden-rod. In all his 
 life no " vision of fair women" had been to him fair and sacred and 
 exquisite as this. Down to the tip of her arched and slender foot, 
 peeping from beneath the broidered hem of her snowy skirt, she stood 
 the lady born and bred, and his eyes looked on and worshipped her, — 
 worshipped, yet questioned, Why came she here? Absorbed, he re- 
 leased his hold on the rein, and Dobbin, nothing loath, reached with 
 his long, lean neck for further herbage, and stepped in among the 
 trees. Still stood his negligent master, fascinated in his study of the 
 lovely, graceful girl. Again she raised her head and looked north- 
 ward along the winding, shaded wood -path. A few yards away were 
 other great clusters of the wild flowers she loved, more sun-kissed 
 golden-rod, and, with a little murmur of delight, gathering her dainty 
 skirts in one hand, she flitted up the pathway like an unconscious 
 humming-bird garnering the sweets from every blossom. A little 
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 from his sight; but still he stood and studied her every movement, 
 drank in the soft, cooing melody of her voice as she sang, and then 
 there came a sweet, solemn strain from the brown, sunlit walls just 
 visible through the trees, and reverent voices and the resonant chords of 
 the organ thrilled through the listening woods the glorious anthem of 
 the church militant. 
 
 At the first notes she lifted up her queenly head and stood, listen- 
 ing and appreciative. Then he saw her rounded throat swelling like a 
 bird's, and the rich, full tones of her voice rang out through the 
 welcoming sunshine, and the fluttering wrens, and proud red-breasted 
 robins, and rival song-queens, the brown-winged thrushes, — even the 
 impudent shrieking jays, — seemed to hush and listen. Dobbin, fairly 
 astonished, lifted up his hollow-eyed head and looked amazedly at the 
 white songstress whose scarlet sash and neck-ribbons gleamed in such 
 vivid contrast to the foliage about her. A wondering little "cotton- 
 tail" rabbit, shy and wild as a hawk, came darting through the bushes 
 into the sunshiny patchwork on the path, and then, uptilted and witL 
 quivering ears and nostrils and wide-staring eyes, stood paralyzed with 
 helpless amaze, ignoring the tall man in gray as did the singer herself. 
 Kicher, rounder, fuller grew the melody, as, abandoning herself to the 
 impulse of the saored hour, she joined with all her girlish heart in the 
 words of praise and thanksgiving, — in the glad and triumphant chorus 
 of the Te Deum. From beginning to end she sang, now ringing and 
 exultant, now soft and plaintive, following the solemn words of the 
 ritual, — sweet and low and suppliant in the petition, " AVe therefore 
 pray Thee help Thy servants whom Thou hast redeemed with Thy 
 precious blood," confident and exulting in the declaration, " Thou 
 art the King of Glory, O Christ," and then rich with fearless trust 
 and faith in the thrilling climax, " Let me never be confounded." 
 Armitage listened as one in a trance. From the depth of her heart 
 the girl had joined her glorious voice to the chorus of praise and ado- 
 ration, and now that all was stilled once more her head had fallen 
 forward on her bosom, her hands, laden with golden-rod, were joined 
 together : it seemed as though she were lost in praver. 
 
 And this was the girl, this the pure, God-worshipping, God-fearing 
 woman, who for one black instant he had dared to fancy had come here 
 expectant of a meeting with the man whose aim had been frustrated 
 but the night before ! He could have thrown himself at her feet and 
 implored her pardon. He did step forth, and then, hat in hand, baring 
 
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 his proud Saxon head as his forefathers would have uncovered to their 
 monarch, he waited until she lifted up her eyes and saw him, and 
 knew by the look in his frank face that he had stood by, a mute listener 
 to her unstudied devotions. A lovely flush rose to her very temples, 
 and her eyes drooped their pallid lids until the long lashes swept the 
 crimson of her cheeks. 
 
 " Have you been here, captain ? I never saw you," was her flutter- 
 ing question. 
 
 " I rode in here on my way back from the station, not caring to 
 meet all the good people going to church. I felt like an outcast." 
 
 " I, too, am a recreant to-day. It is the first time I have missed 
 service in a long while. Mamma felt too unstrung to come, and I 
 had given up the idea, but both she and Aunt Grace urged me. I was 
 too late for the omnibus, and walked up, and then I would not go in 
 because service was begun, and I wanted to be home again before noon. 
 I cannot bear to be late at church, or to leave it until everything is over, 
 but I can't be away from mother so long to-day. Shall we walk that 
 way now ?" 
 
 " In a minute. I must find my horse. He is in here somewhere. 
 Tell me how the colonel is feeling, and Mrs. Maynard." 
 
 " Both very nervous and worried, though I see nothing extraordi- 
 nary in the adventure. We read of poor hungry tramps everywhere, 
 and they rarely do harm." 
 
 " I wonder a little at your venturing here in the wood-paths, after 
 what occurred last night." 
 
 " Why, Captain Armitage, no one would harm me here, so close to 
 the church. Indeed, I never thought of such a thing until you men- 
 tioned it. Did you discover anything about the man ?" 
 
 " Nothing definite ; but I must be at the station again to meet the 
 up-train, and have to see the colonel meantime. Let me find Dobbin, 
 or whatever they call tl\is venerable relic I'm riding, and then I'll 
 escort you home." 
 
 But Dobbin had strayed deeper into the wood. It was some 
 minutes before the captain could find and catch him. The rich melody 
 of sacred music was again thrilling through the perfumed woods, the 
 glad sunshine was pouring its warmth and blessing over all the earth, 
 glinting on bluff and brake and palisaded cliif, the birds were all sing- 
 ing their rivalling psaltery, and Nature seemed pouring forth its homage 
 to the Creator and Preserver of all on this His holy day, when Frank 
 
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 Arnritage once more reached the bowered lane where, fairest, sweetest 
 sight of all, his lady stood waiting him. She turned to him as she 
 heard the hoof-beat on the turf, and smiled. 
 
 " Can we wait and hear that hymn through ?" 
 
 "Ay. Sing it." 
 
 She looked suddenly in his face. Something in the very tone in 
 which he spoke startled her, — something deeper, more fervent, than she 
 had ever heard before, — and the expression in the steady, deep-blue eyes 
 was another revelation. Alice Renwick had a woman's intuition, and 
 yet she had not known this man a day. The color again mounted to 
 her temples, and her eyes fell after one quick glance. 
 
 " I heard you joining in the Te Deum," he urged. " Sing once 
 more : I love it. There, they are just beginning again. Do you 
 know the words ?" 
 
 She nodded, then raised her head, and her glad young voice carolled 
 through the listening woods : 
 
 "Holy, holy, holy! All 
 
 Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
 When the ransomed nations fall 
 At the footstool of their King : 
 Then shall saints and seraphim, 
 Hearts and voices, swell one hymn 
 Round the throne with full accord, 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord !" 
 
 There was silence when the music ceased. She had turned her face 
 towards the church, and, as the melody died away in one prolonged, 
 triumphant chord, she still stood in reverent attitude, as though listen- 
 ing for the words of benediction. He, too, was silent, but his eyes were 
 fixed on her. He was thirty-five, she not twenty. He had lived his 
 soldier life wifeless, but, like other soldiers, his heart had had its rubs 
 and aches in the clays gone by. Years before he had thought life a 
 black void when the girl he fancied while yet he wore the Academic 
 gray calmly told him she preferred another. Nor had the intervening 
 years been devoid of their occasional yearnings for a mate of his own in 
 the isolation of the frontier or the monotony of garrison life ; but flitting 
 fancies had left no trace upon his strong heart. The love of his life 
 only dawned upon him at this late day when lie looked into her glo- 
 rious eyes and his whole soul went out in passionate worship of the fair 
 
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 girl whose presence made that sunlit lane a heaven. "Were he to live a 
 thousand years, no scene on earth could rival in his eyes the love- 
 haunted woodland pathway wherein like forest queen she stood, the 
 sunshine and leafy shadows dancing over her graceful form, the golden- 
 rod enhancing her dark and glowing beauty, the sacred influences of the 
 day throwing their mystic charm about her as though angels guarded 
 and shielded her from harm. His life had reached its climax ; his fate 
 was sealed ; his heart and soul were centred in one sweet girl, — and all 
 in one brief hour in the woodland lane at Sablon. 
 
 She could not fail to see the deep emotion in his eyes as at last she 
 turned to break the silence. 
 
 " Shall we go ?" she said, simply. 
 " It is time ; but I wish we could remain." 
 " You do not go to church very often at Sibley, do you ?" 
 "I have not, heretofore; but you would teach me to worship." 
 " You have taught me," he muttered below his breath, as he extended 
 a hand to assist her down the sloping bank towards the avenue. She 
 looked up quickly once more, pleased, yet shy, and shifted her great 
 bunch of golden-rod so that she could lay her hand in his and lean upon 
 its steady strength down the incline; and so, hand in hand, with old 
 Dobbin ambling placidly behind, they passed out from the shaded path- 
 way to the glow and radiance of the sunlit road. 
 
 XII. 
 
 " Colonel Maynard, I admit everything you say as to the weight of 
 the evidence," said Frank Armitage, twenty minutes later, " but it is 
 my faith — understand me : my faith, I say — that she is utterly inno- 
 cent. As for that damnable letter, I do not believe it was ever written 
 to her. It is some other woman." 
 
 "What other is there, or was there?" was the colonel's simple 
 reply. 
 
 " That is what I mean to find out. "Will you have my baggage 
 sent after me to-night ? I am going at once to the station, and thence 
 to Sibley. I will write you from there. If the midnight visitor should 
 prove to have been Jerrold, he can be made to explain. I have always 
 held him to be a conceited fop, but never either crack-brained or devoid 
 of principle. There is no time for explanation now. Good-by ; and 
 keep a good lookout. That fellow may be here again." 
 
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 river-side en route to Sibley. He had searched the train from pilot to 
 rear platform, and no man who in the faintest degree resembled Mr. 
 JeiTold was on board. He had wired to Chester that he would reach 
 the fort that evening, but would not resume duty for a few days. He 
 made another search through the train as they neared the city, and still 
 there was no one who in stature or appearance corresponded with the 
 descriptions given him of the sinewy visitor. 
 
 Late in the afternoon Chester received him as he alighted from the 
 train at the little station under the cliff. It was a beautiful day, and 
 numbers of people were driving or riding out to the fort, and the high 
 bridge over the gorge was constantly resounding to the thunder of 
 hoofs. Many others, too, had come out on the train ; for the evening 
 dress-parade always attracted a swarm of visitors. A corporal of the 
 guard, with a couple of men, was on hand to keep vigilant eye on the 
 arrivals and to persuade certain proscribed parties to re-enter the cars 
 and go on, should they attempt to revisit the post, and the faces of 
 these were lighted up as they saw their old adjutant; but none others 
 of the garrison appeared. 
 
 " Let us wait a moment and get these people out of the way," said 
 Armitage. " I want to talk with you. Is Jerrold back ?" 
 
 " Yes. He came in just ten minutes after I telegraphed to you, 
 was present at inspection, and if it had not been for your despatch thia 
 morning I should not have known he had remained out of quarters 
 He appeared to resent my having been to his quarters, — calls it spying, 
 I presume." 
 
 " What permission had he to be away ?" 
 
 "I gave him leave to visit town on personal business yesterday 
 afternoon. He merely asked to be away a few hours to meet friends in 
 town, and Mr. Hall took tattoo roll-call for him. As I do not require 
 any other officer to report the time of his return, I did not exact it of 
 him ; but of course no man can be away after midnight without special 
 permission, and he was gone all night. What is it, Armitage ? Has 
 he followed her down there ?" 
 
 " Somebody was there last night and capsized the colonel pretty much 
 as he did you the night of the ladder episode," said Arrnitage, coolly. 
 
 " By heaven ! and I let him go !" 
 
 " How do you know 'twas he ?" 
 
 " Who else could it be, Armitage ?" 
 
 " That's what the colonel asks ; but it isn't clear to me yet awhile." 
 
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 " I wish it were less clear to me," said Chester, gloomily. " The 
 worst is that the story is spreading like a pestilence all over the post. 
 The women have got hold of it, and there is all manner of talk. I 
 shouldn't be surprised if Mrs. Hoyt had to be taken violently ill. She 
 has written to invite Miss Renwick to visit her, as it is certain that 
 Colonel and Mrs. Maynard cannot come, and Hoyt came to me in a 
 horror of amaze yesterday to know if there were any truth in the rumor 
 that I had caught a man coming out of Mrs. Maynard's window the 
 other night. I would tell him nothing, and he says the ladies declare 
 they won't go to the german if she does. Heavens ! I'm thankful you 
 are come. The thing has been driving me wild these last twelve hours. 
 I wanted to go away myself. Is she coming up ?" 
 
 " No, she isn't ; but let me say this, Chester : that whenever she is 
 ready to return I shall be ready to escort her." 
 
 Chester looked at his friend in amazement, and without speaking. 
 
 " Yes, I see you are astonished, but you may as well understand the 
 situation. I have heard all the colonel could tell, and have even seen 
 the letter, and since she left here a mysterious stranger has appeared by 
 night at Sablon, at the cottage w T indow, though it happened to be her 
 mother's this time, and I don't believe Alice Renwick knows the first 
 thing about it." 
 
 " Armitage, are you in love?" 
 
 " Chester, I am in my sound senses. Now come and show me the 
 ladder, and where you found it, and tell me the whole story over again. 
 I think it grows interesting. One moment : has he that picture yet ?" 
 
 u I suppose so. I don't know. In these last few days everybody 
 is fighting shy of him. He thinks it is my doing, and looks black 
 and sulky at me, but is too proud or too much afraid of consequences to 
 ask the reason of the cold shoulders and averted looks. Gray has taken 
 seven days' leave and gone oft' with that little girl of his to place her 
 with relatives in the East. He has heard the stories, and it is pre- 
 sumed that some of the w T omen have told her. She was down sick 
 here a day or two." 
 
 " Well, now for the window and the ladder. I want to see the 
 outside through your eyes, and then I will view the interior with my 
 own. The colonel bids me do so." 
 
 Together they slowly climbed the long stairway leading up the face 
 of the cliff. Chester stopped for a breathing-spell more than once. 
 
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 "You're all out of condition, man," said the younger captain, 
 pausing impatiently. " What has undone you ?" 
 
 " This trouble, and nothing else. By gad ! it has unstrung the 
 whole garrison, I believe. You never saw our people fall off so in 
 their shooting. Of course we expected Jerrold to go to pieces, but 
 nobody else." 
 
 "There were others that seemed to fall away, too. Where was 
 that cavalry-team that was expected to take the skirmish medal away 
 from us ?" 
 
 " Sound as a dollar, every man, with the single exception of their 
 big sergeant. I don't like to make ugly comparisons to a man whom 
 I believe to be more than half interested in a woman, but it makes 
 me think of the old story about Medusa. One look at her face is too 
 much for a man. That Sergeant McLeod went to grass the instant he 
 caught sight of her, and never has picked up since." 
 
 " Consider me considerably more than half interested in the woman 
 in this case, Chester : make all the comparisons that you like, provided 
 they illumine matters as you are doing now, and tell me more of this 
 Sergeant McLeod. What do you mean by his catching sight of her and 
 going to grass ?" 
 
 " I mean he fell flat on his face the moment he saw her, and hasn't 
 been in good form from that moment to this. The doctor says it's 
 heart-disease." 
 
 " That's what the colonel says troubles Mrs. Maynard. She was 
 senseless and almost pulseless some minutes last night. What manner 
 of man is McLeod ?" 
 
 "A tall, slim, dark-eyed, swarthy fellow, — a man with a history 
 and a mystery, I judge." 
 
 " A man with a history, — a mystery, — who is tall, slim, has dark 
 eyes and swarthy complexion, and faints away at sight of Miss Ren- 
 wick, might be said to possess peculiar characteristics, — family traits, 
 some of them. Of course you've kept an eye on McLeod. Where is 
 he?" 
 
 Chester stood leaning on the rail, breathing slowly and heavily. 
 His eyes dilated as he gazed at Armitage, who was surveying him 
 coolly, though the tone in which he spoke betrayed a new interest and 
 a vivid one. 
 
 " I confess I never thought of him in connection with this affair," 
 said Chester. 
 
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 " There's the one essential point of difference between us," was the 
 reply. " You go in on the supposition that there is only one solution 
 to this thing, and that a woman must be dishonored to begin with. I 
 believe there can be several solutions, and that there is only one thing 
 in the lot that is at all impossible." 
 
 " What's that?" 
 
 "Miss Renwick's knowledge of that night's visitor, or of any 
 other secret or sin. I mean to work other theories first ; and the 
 McLeod trail is a good one to start on. Where can I get a look at 
 him?" 
 
 " Somewhere out in the Rockies by this time. He was ordered back 
 to his troop five days ago, and they are out scouting at this moment, 
 unless I'm vastly mistaken. You have seen the morning despatches ?" 
 
 "About the Indians? Yes. Looks squally at the Spirit Rock 
 reservation. Do you mean that McLeod is there ?" 
 
 " That's where his troop ought to be by this time. There is too 
 small a force on the trail now, and more will have to go if a big out- 
 break is to be prevented." 
 
 " Then he has gone, and I cannot see him. Let me look at the 
 window, then." 
 
 A few steps brought them to the terrace, and there, standing by the 
 west wall and looking up at the closed slats of the dormer-window, 
 Captain Chester retold the story of his night-adventure. Armitage 
 listened attentively, asking few questions. When it was finished, the 
 latter turned and walked to the rear door, which opened on the terrace. 
 It was locked. 
 
 "The servants are having a holiday, I presume," he said. "So 
 much the better. Ask the quartermaster for the key of the front door, 
 and I'll go in while everybody is out looking at dress-parade. There 
 goes first call now. Let your orderly bring it to me here, will you ?" 
 
 Ten minutes later, with beating heart, he stood and uncovered his 
 handsome head and gazed silently, reverently around him. He was in 
 her room. 
 
 It was dainty as her own dainty self. The dressing-table, the 
 windows, the pretty little white bed, the broad, inviting lounge, the 
 work-table and basket, the very wash-stand, were all trimmed and 
 decked alike, — white and yellow prevailing. White lace curtains 
 draped the window on the west — that fateful window — and the two 
 that opened out on the roof of the piazza. White lace curtains draped 
 
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 the bed, the dressing-table, and the wash-stand ; white lace, or some 
 equally flimsy and feminine material, hung about her book-shelves and 
 work-table and over the lounge; and bows of bright yellow ribbon 
 were everywhere, yellow pin-cushions and wall-pockets hung about the 
 toilet-table, soft yellow rugs lay at the bed- and lounge-side, and a sun- 
 shiny tone was given to the whole apartment by the shades of yellow 
 silk that hung close to the windows. 
 
 On the wall were some choice etchings and a few foreign photographs. 
 On the book-shelves were a few volumes of poetry, and the prose of 
 George Eliot and our own Hawthorne. Hanging on pegs in the corner 
 of the simple army room, covered by a curtain, were some heavy outer- 
 garments, — an ulster, a travelling coat and cape of English make, and 
 one or two dresses that were apparently too thick to be used at this 
 season of the year. He drew aside the curtain one moment,, took a 
 brief glance at the garments, raised the hem of a skirt to his lips, and 
 turned quickly away. A door led from the room to the one behind it, 
 — a spare bedroom, evidently, that was lighted only from the back of 
 the house and had no side-window at all. Another door led to the hall, 
 a broad, old-fashioned affair, and crossing this he stood in the big front 
 room occupied by the colonel and his wife. This was furnished almost 
 as luxuriously (from an army point of view) as that of Miss Benwick, 
 but not in white and yellow. Armitage smiled to see the evidences of 
 Mrs. Maynard's taste and handiwork on every side. In the years he 
 had been the old soldier's adjutant nothing could have exceeded the 
 simplicity with which the colonel surrounded himself. Now it was 
 something akin to Sybaritish elegance, thought the captain ; but all the 
 same he made his deliberate survey. There was the big dressing-table 
 and bureau on which had stood that ravished picture, — that photograph 
 of the girl he loved which others were able to speak of, and one man to 
 appropriate feloniously, while yet he had never seen it. His impulse 
 was to go to Jerrold's quarters and take him by the throat and demand 
 it of him ; but what right had he? How knew he, even, that it was 
 now there? In view of the words that Chester had used towards him, 
 Jerrold must know of the grievous danger in which he stood. That 
 photograph would prove most damaging evidence if discovered. Very 
 probably, after yielding to his vanity and showing it to Sloat he meant 
 to get it back. Very certainly, after hearing Chester's words he must 
 have determined to lose no time in getting rid of it. He was no fool, 
 if he was a coxcomb. 
 
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 Looking around the half-darkened room, Armitage lingered long 
 over the photographs which hung about the dressing-table and over the 
 mantel, — several prettily- framed duplicates of those already described 
 as appearing in the album. One after another he took them in his 
 hands, bore them to the window, and studied them attentively : some 
 were not replaced without a long, lingering kiss. He had not ventured 
 to disturb an item in her room. He would not touch the knob of a 
 drawer or attempt to open anything she had closed, but here in quarters 
 where his colonel could claim joint partnership he felt less sentiment or 
 delicacy. He closed the hall door and tried the lock, turning the knob 
 to and fro. Then he reopened the door and swung it upon its hinges. 
 For a wonder, neither lock nor hinges creaked. The door worked 
 smoothly and with little noise. Then he similarly tried the door of 
 her room. It was in equally good working order, — quite free from the 
 squeak and complaint with which quarter in asters' locks and hinges 
 are apt to do their reluctant duty. The discovery pleased him. It 
 was possible for one to open and close these portals noiselessly, if need 
 be, and without disturbing sleepers in either room. Returning to the 
 east chamber, he opened the shades, so as to get more light, and his eye 
 fell upon an old album lying on a little table that stood by the bedside. 
 There was a night-lamp upon the table, too, — a little affair that could 
 hold only a thimbleful of oil and was intended, evidently, to keep 
 merely a faint glow during the night hours. Other volumes — a Bible, 
 some devotional books, like " The Changed Cross/' and a Hymnal or 
 two — were also there ; but the album stood most prominent, and Armi- 
 tage curiously took it up and opened it. 
 
 There were only half a dozen photographs in the aifair. It was 
 rather a case than an album, and was intended apparently for only a 
 few family pictures. There was but one that interested him, and this 
 he examined intently, almost excitedly. It represented a little girl of 
 nine or ten years, — Alice, undoubtedly, — with her arms clasped about 
 the neck of a magnificent St. Bernard dog and looking up into the 
 handsome features of a tall, slender, dark-eyed, black-haired boy of 
 sixteen or thereabouts ; and the two were enough alike to be brother 
 and sister. Who, then, was this boy ? 
 
 Armitage took the photograph to the window and studied it care- 
 fully. Parade was over, and the troops were marching back to their 
 quarters. The band was playing gloriously as it came tramping into 
 the quadrangle, and the captain could not but glance out at his own old 
 
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 company as in compact column of fours it entered the gras&y diamond 
 and swung off towards the barracks. He saw a knot of officers, too, 
 turning the corner by the adjutant's office, and for a moment he lowered 
 the album to look. Mr. Jerrold was not of the number that came 
 sauntering up the walk, dropping away by ones or twos as they 
 reached their doors and unbuckled their belts or removed their helmets 
 in eager haste to get out of the constraint of full dress. But in an- 
 other moment Jerrold, too, appeared, all alone, walking rapidly and 
 nervously. Armitage w T atched him, and could not but see how other 
 men turned away or gave him the coolest possible nod as he passed. 
 The tall, slender lieutenant was handsomer even than when he last saw 
 him ; and yet there was gloom and worry on the dark beauty of his 
 face. Nearer and nearer he came, and had passed the quarters of the 
 other officers and was almost at the door of his own, when Armitage 
 saw a little, wiry soldier in full dress uniform running across the parade 
 as though in pursuit. He recognized Merrick, one of the scapegraces 
 of his company, and wondered why he should be chasing after his tem- 
 porary commander. Just as Jerrold was turning under the piazza the 
 soldier seemed to make himself heard, and the lieutenant, with an angry 
 frown on his face, stopped and confronted him. 
 
 " I told you not to come to me again," he said, so loud that every 
 word was audible to the captain standing by the open window above. 
 " What do you mean, sir, by following me in this way ?" 
 
 The reply was inaudible. Armitage could see the little soldier 
 standing in the respectful position of " attention," looking up and evi- 
 dently pleading. 
 
 " I won't do it until I'm ready," was again heard in Jerrold's angry 
 tones, though this time the lieutenant glanced about, as though to see if 
 others were within earshot. There was no one, apparently, and he grew 
 more confident. " You've been drinking again to-day, Merrick ; you're 
 not sober now ; and I won't give you money to get maudlin and go to 
 blabbing secrets on. No, sir ! Go back to your quarters, and stay there." 
 
 The little soldier must indeed have been drinking, as the lieutenant 
 declared. Armitage saw that he hesitated, instead of obeying at once, 
 and that his flushed face was angrily working, then that he was argu- 
 ing with his superior and talking louder. This was contrary to all the 
 captain's ideas of proper discipline, even though he was indignant at the 
 officer for permitting himself to be placed in so false and undignified a 
 position. Jerrold's words, too, had acquired a wide significance ; but 
 
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 they were feeble as compared with the sudden outburst that came from 
 the soldier's lips : 
 
 " By God, lieutenant, you bribed me to silence to cover your tracks, 
 and then you refuse to pay. If you don't want me to tell what I know, 
 the sooner you pay that money the better." 
 
 This was more than Armitage could stand. He went down-stairs 
 three at a jump and out through the colonel's garden with quick, im- 
 petuous steps. Jerrold's furious face turned ashen at the sight, and 
 Merrick, with one amazed and frightened look at his captain, faced 
 about and slunk silently away. To him Armitage paid no further 
 attention. It was to the officer he addressed himself: 
 
 " Mr. Jerrold, I have heard pretty much all this conversation. It 
 simply adds to the evil report with which you have managed to sur- 
 round yourself. Step into your quarters. I must see you alone." 
 
 Jerrold hesitated. He was thunderstruck by the sudden appearance 
 of the captain whom he had believed to be hundreds of miles away. He 
 connected his return unerringly with the web of trouble which had been 
 weaving about him of late. He conceived himself to have been most 
 unjustly spied upon and suspected, and was full of resentment at the 
 conduct of Captain Chester. But Chester was an old granny, who 
 sometimes made blunders and had to back down. It was a different 
 thing when Armitage took hold. Jerrold looked sulkily into the clear, 
 stern, blue eyes a moment, and the first impulse of rebellion wilted. 
 He gave one irresolute glance around the quadrangle, then motioned 
 with his hand to the open door. Something of the old, jaunty, Creole 
 lightness of manner reasserted itself. 
 
 " After you, captain," he said. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Once within-doors, it was too dark for Armitage to sec the features 
 of his lieutenant; and ho had his own reasons for desiring to read 
 them. Mr. Jerrold, on the other hand, seemed disposed to keep in 
 the shadows as much as possible. He made no movement to open the 
 shutters of the one window which admitted light from the front, and 
 walked back to his bedroom door, glanced in there as though to see 
 that there were no occupants, then carefully closed it as he returned to 
 face his captain. He took off his helmet and placed it on the centre- 
 table, then, thrusting his thumbs inside the handsome, gold-broidered 
 sword-belt, stood in a jaunty attitude but with a very uneasy look in 
 
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 his eyes to hear what his senior might have to say. Between the two 
 men an invitation to sit would have been a superfluity. Neither had 
 ever remained long enough in the other's quarters, since the exchange 
 of the first calls when Jerrold came to the garrison, to render a chair 
 at all necessary. 
 
 " Be good enough to strike a light, Mr. Jerrold," said Armitage, 
 presently, seeing that his unwilling host made no effort on his own 
 account. 
 
 " I proposed going out at once, captain, and presume you cannot 
 have any very extended remarks to make." 
 
 " You cannot see the writing I have to call your attention to with- 
 out a light. I shall detain you no longer than is necessary. Had you 
 an engagement?" 
 
 " Nothing of great consequence. I presume it will keep." 
 
 " It will have to. The matter I have come upon will admit no 
 further delay. Light your lamp, if you please." 
 
 And Jerrold did so, slowly and with much reluctance. He wiped 
 his forehead vigorously the iustant the flame began to splutter, but as 
 the clear, steady light of the argand gradually spread over the little 
 room Armitage could see the sweat again beading his forehead, and the 
 dark eyes were glancing nervously about, and the hands that were so 
 firm and steady and fine the year before and held the Springfield in so 
 light yet immovable an aim were twitching now. It was no wonder 
 JerrokPs score had dropped some thirty per cent. His nerve had gone 
 to pieces. 
 
 Armitage stood and watched him a moment. Then he slowly 
 spoke : 
 
 "I have no desire to allude to the subject of your conversation 
 with Merrick. It was to put an end to such a thing — not to avail 
 myself of any information it might give — that I hurried in. We will 
 put that aside and go at once to the matter that brings me back. You 
 are aware, of course, that your conduct has compromised a woman's 
 name, and that the garrison is talking of nothing else." 
 
 Jerrold grasped the back of a chair with one slender brown hand, 
 and looked furtively about as though for some hope of escape. Some- 
 thing like a startled gulp seemed to work his throat-muscles an instant ; 
 then he stammered his reply : 
 
 rt I don't know what you mean." 
 
 " You do know what I mean. Captain Chester has already told you." 
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 " Captain Chester came in here and made an unauthorized inspec- 
 tion of my quarters because lie heard a shot fired by a sentry. I was 
 out : I don't deny that. But he proceeded to say all manner of insult- 
 ing and unwarrantable things, and tried to force me to hand in a resig- 
 nation, simply because I was out of quarters after taps. I could ac- 
 count for his doing something so idiotic, but I'm at a loss to compre- 
 hend your taking it up." 
 
 " The most serious allegation ever made against an officer of the 
 regiment is made against you, the senior lieutenant of my company, 
 and the evidence furnished me by the colonel and by Captain Chester 
 is of such a character that, unless you can refute it and clear her name, 
 you will have a settlement with me to start with, and your dismissal 
 from the regiment " 
 
 "Settlement with you? What concern have you in the matter ?" 
 interrupted Jerrold. 
 
 " Waste no words on that, Mr. Jerrold. Understand that where 
 her name is concerned no man on earth is more interested than I. Now 
 answer me. You were absent from your quarters for some hours after 
 the doctor's party. Somebody believed to have been you was seen and 
 fired at for refusing to halt at the order of Captain Chester at 3.30 in 
 the morning. The ladder that usually hung at your fence was found at 
 the colonel's while you were out, and that night a woman's name was 
 compromised beyond repair unless you can repair it. Unless you prove 
 beyond peradventure where you were both that night and last night, — 
 prove beyond question that you were not where you are believed to 
 have been, — her name is stained and yours blackened forever. There 
 are other things you must fully explain ; but these first." 
 
 Jerrold's face was growing gray and sickly. He stared at the stern 
 eyes before him, and could make no answer. His -lips moved dryly, 
 but made no sound. 
 
 " Come, I want to hear from you. Where were you, if not with, or 
 seeking, her? Name your place and witnesses." 
 
 "By God, Captain Armitage, the army is no longer a place for a 
 gentleman, if his every movement is to be spied upon like this !" 
 
 " The world is no place for a man of your stamp, is perhaps a better 
 way of putting it," said Armitage, whose fingers were- twitching con- 
 vulsively, and whose whole frame quivered with the effort he was 
 making to restrain the rage and indignation that consumed him. He 
 could not — he would not — believe in her guilt. He must have this 
 
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 man's proof, no matter how it might damn him for good and all, no 
 matter whom else it might involve, so long as it cleared her precious 
 name. He must be patient, he must be calm and resolute ; but the 
 man's cold-blooded, selfish, criminal concealment nearly maddened 
 him. With infinite effort he controlled himself, and went on : 
 
 " But it is of her I'm thinking, not of you. It is the name you 
 have compromised and can clear, and should clear, even at the expense 
 of your own, — in fact, Mr. Jerrold, must clear. Now will you tell 
 me where you were and how you can prove it ?" 
 
 " I decline to say. I won't be cross-questioned by men who have 
 no authority. Captain Chester said he would refer it to the colonel ; 
 and when he asks I will answer, — not until then." 
 
 " I ask in his name. I am authorized by him, for he is not well 
 enough to meet the ordeal." 
 
 " You say so, and I don't mean to dispute your word, Captain 
 Armitage, but I have a right to demand some proof. How am I to 
 know he authorized you ?" 
 
 " He himself gave me this letter, in your handwriting," said Armi- 
 tage; and, opening the long envelope, he held forth the missive over 
 which the poor old colonel had gone nearly wild. "He found it the 
 morning they left, — in her garden." 
 
 If Jerroid's face had been gray before, it was simply ghastly now. 
 He recoiled from the sight after one fruitless effort to grasp the letter, 
 then rallied with unlooked-for spirit : 
 
 " By heaven, Armitage, suppose I did write that letter ? What 
 does it prove but what I say, — that somebody has been prying and 
 spying into my affairs ? How came the colonel by it, if not by fraud 
 or treachery ?" 
 
 " He picked it up in the garden, I tell you, — among the rose-bushes, 
 where she — where Miss Ren wick had been but a few moments before, 
 and where it might appear that she had dropped it." 
 
 "She! That letter ! What had she to do with it? What right 
 had she to read it ?" 
 
 Armitage stepped impulsively forward. A glad, glorious light was 
 bursting upon his soul. He could almost have seized Jerroid's hand and 
 thanked him ; but proofs — proofs were what he needed. It was not his 
 mind that was to be convinced, it was " society" that must be satisfied 
 of her utter innocence, that it might be enabled to say, " Well, I never 
 
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 for a moment believed a word of it." Link by link the chain of cir- 
 cumstantial evidence must be destroyed, and this was only one. 
 
 "You mean that that letter was not intended for Miss Renwick?" 
 he asked, with eagerness he strove hard to repress. 
 
 " It was never meant for anybody," said Jerrold, the color coming 
 back to his face and courage to his eyes. " That letter was nevei 
 sent by me to any woman. It's my writing, of course, I can't deny 
 that ; but I never even meant it to go. If it left that desk it must 
 have been stolen. I've been hunting high and low for it. I knew 
 that such a thing lying around loose would be the cause of mischief. 
 God! is that what all this fuss is about?" And he looked warily, 
 yet with infinite anxiety, into his captain's eyes. 
 
 "There is far more to it, as you well know, sir," was the stern 
 answer. " For wdiom was this written, if not for her? It won't do to 
 half clear her name." 
 
 " Answer me this, Captain Armitage. Do you mean that that letter 
 has compromised Miss Renwick ? — that it is she whose name has been 
 involved, and that it was of her that Chester meant to speak ?" 
 
 " Certainly it was, — and I too." 
 
 There was an instant's silence ; then Jerrold began to laugh ner- 
 vously : 
 
 " Oh, well, I fancy it isn't the first time the revered and respected 
 captain has got away off the track. All the same I do not mean to 
 overlook his language to me; and I may say right now, Captain Armi- 
 tage, that yours, too, calls for explanation." 
 
 "Yon shall have it in short order, Mr. Jerrold, and the sooner yon 
 understand the situation the better. So far as I am concerned, Miss 
 Renwick needed no defender ; but, thanks to your mysterious and un- 
 warranted absence from quarters two very unlucky nights, and to other 
 circumstances I have no need to name, and to your penchant for letter- 
 writing of a most suggestive character, it is Miss Renwick whose name 
 has been brought into question here at this post, and most prominently 
 so. In plain words, Mr, Jerrold, you who brought this trouble upon 
 her by your own misconduct must clear her, no matter at whose ex- 
 pense, or- 
 
 "Or what?" 
 
 " I make no threats. I prefer that you should make the proper 
 explanations from a proper sense of what is duQ. ,) 
 
 " And suppose I say that no man is called upon to explain a situa- 
 
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 tion which has been distorted and misrepresented by the evil imagination 
 of his fellows ?" 
 
 "Then I may have to wring the truth out of you, — and wiU ; but, 
 for her sake, I want as little publicity as possible. After this display 
 on your part, I am not bound to show you any consideration whatever. 
 Understand this, however : the array of evidence that you were felo- 
 niously inside Colonel Maynard's quarters that night and at his cottage 
 window last night is of such a character that a court would convict you 
 unless your alibi was conclusive. Leave the service you certainly shall, 
 unless this whole thing is cleared up." 
 
 " I never was anywhere near Colonel Maynard's either last night 
 or the other night I was absent." 
 
 "You will have to prove it. Mere denials won't help you in the 
 face of such evidence as we have that you were there the first time." 
 
 "What evidence?" 
 
 " The photograph that was stolen from Mrs. Maynard between two 
 and four o'clock that morning was seen in your drawer by Major Sloat 
 at reveille. You were fool enough to show it to him." 
 
 " Captain Armitage, I shall be quite able to show, when the proper 
 time comes, that the photograph I showed Major Sloat was not stolen : 
 it was given me." 
 
 " That is beyond belief, Mr. Jerrold. Once and for all, understand 
 this case. You have compromised her good name by the very mystery 
 of your actions. You have it in your power to clear her by proving 
 where you were, since you were not near her, — by showing how you got 
 that photograph, — by explaining how you came to write so strange a 
 letter. Now I say to you, will you do it, instantly, or must we wring 
 it from you ?" 
 
 A sneering smile was the only answer for a moment ; then, — 
 
 " I shall take great pleasure in confounding my enemies should the 
 matter be brought before a court, — I'm sure if the colonel can stand 
 that sort of thing I can, — but as for defending myself or anybody else 
 from utterly unjust and proofless suspicions, it's quite another thing." 
 
 " Good God, Jerrold ! do you realize what a position you are taking ? 
 Do you— — " 
 
 " Oh, not at all, captain," was the airy reply, " not at all. It ia 
 not a position I have taken : it is one into which you misguided con- 
 spirators have forced me. I certainly am not required to compromise 
 anybody else in order to relieve a suspicion which you, not I, have 
 
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 created. How do you know that there may not be some other woman 
 whose name I propose to guard ? You have been really very nattering 
 in your theories so far." 
 
 Armitage could bear no more. The airy conceit and insolence of 
 the man overcame all self-restraint and resolution. With one bound 
 he was at his throat, his strong white hands grasping him in a sudden, 
 vice-like grip, then hurling him with stunning, thundering force to 
 the floor. Down, headlong, went the tall lieutenant, his sword clat- 
 tering by his side, his slim brown hands clutching wildly at anything 
 that miglit bear him up, and dragging with him in his catastrophe a 
 rack of hunting-pouches, antlers, and one heavy double-barrelled shot- 
 gun. All came tumbling down about the struggling form, and Armi- 
 tage, glaring down at him with clinching fists and rasping teeth, had 
 only time to utter one deep-drawn malediction when he noted that 
 the struggles ceased and Jerrold lay quite still. Then the blood began 
 to ooze from a jagged cut near the temple, and it was evident that the 
 hammer of the gun had struck him. 
 
 Another moment, and the door opened, and with anxious face Ches- 
 ter strode into the room. " You haven't killed him, Armitage? Is it 
 as bad as that ?" 
 
 " Pick him up, and we'll get him on the bed. He's only stunned. 
 I didn't even hit him. Those things tumbled afterwards," said Armi- 
 tage, as between them they raised theVlead weight of the slender Adonis 
 in their arms and bore him to the bedroom. Here they bathed the 
 wound with cold water and removed the uniform coat, and presently 
 the lieutenant began to revive and look about him. 
 
 " Who struck me?" he faintly asked. 
 
 " Your shot-gun fell on your head, but I threw you down, Jerrold. 
 I'm sorry I touched you, but you're lucky it was no worse. This 
 thing is going to raise a big bump here. Shall I send the doctor ?" 
 
 " No. I'll come round presently. We'll see about this thing after- 
 wards." 
 
 " Is there any friend you want to see ? Shall I send word to any- 
 body ?" asked Chester. 
 
 " No. Don't let anybody come. Tell my striker to bring my 
 breakfast ; but I want nothing to-night but to be let alone." 
 
 " At least you will let me help you undress and get to bed?" said 
 Chester. 
 
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 " No. I wish you'd go, — both of you. I want quiet, — peace, — 
 and there's none of it with either of you." 
 
 And so they left him. Later Captain Chester had gone to the 
 quarters, and, after much parleying from without, had gained admission. 
 Jerrold's head was bound in a bandage wet with arnica and water. ^Tle 
 had been solacing himself with a pipe and a whiskey toddy, and was in 
 a not unnaturally ugly mood. 
 
 " You may consider yourself excused from duty until your face is 
 well again, by which time this matter will be decided. I admonish 
 you to remain here and not leave the post until it is." 
 
 " You can prefer charges and see what you'll make of it," was the 
 vehement reply. " Devil a bit will I help you out of the thing, after 
 this night's work." 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Tuesday, and the day of the long-projected german had come ; and 
 if ever a lot of garrison-people were wishing themselves well out of a 
 flurry it was the social circle at Sibley. Invitations had been sent to 
 all the prominent people in town who had shown any interest in the 
 garrison since the regiment's arrival ; beautiful favors had been pro- 
 cured ; an elaborate supper had been prepared, — the ladies contributing 
 their elforts to the salads and other solids, the officers wisely confining 
 their donations to the wines. It was rumored that new and original 
 figures were to be danced, and much had been said about this feature 
 in town, and much speculation had been indulged in ; but the Beau- 
 bien residence had been closed until the previous day, Nina was away 
 with her mother and beyond reach of question, and Mr. Jerrold had 
 not shown his face in town since her departure. Nor was he accessible 
 when visitors inquired at the fort. They had never known such mys- 
 terious army people in their lives. What on earth could induce them 
 to be so close-mouthed about a mere german ? one might suppose they 
 had something worth concealing ; and presently it became noised abroad 
 that there was genuine cause for perplexity, and possibly worse. 
 
 To begin with, every one at Sibley now knew something of the 
 night adventure at the colonel's, and, as no one could give the true 
 statement of the case, the stories in circulation were gorgeous embellish- 
 ments of the actual facts. It would be useless, even if advisable, to 
 attempt to reproduce these wild theories, but never was army garrison 
 so tumultuously stirred by the whirlwind of rumor. It was no longer 
 
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 denied for an instant that the absence of the colonel and his household 
 was the direct result of that night's discoveries ; and when, to Mrs. 
 Hoyt's inexpressible relief, there came a prettily-worded note from 
 Alice on Monday evening informing her that neither the colonel nor 
 her mother felt well enough to return to Sibley for the german, and that 
 she'herself preferred not to leave her mother at a time when she needed 
 her care, Mrs. Hoyt and her intimates, with whom she instantly con- 
 ferred, decided that there could be no doubt whatever that the colonel 
 knew of the affair, had forbidden their return, and was only waiting 
 for further evidence to decide what was to be done with his erring step- 
 daughter. Women talked with bated breath of the latest stories in 
 circulation, of Chester's moody silence and preoccupation, of Jerrold's 
 ostracism, and of Frank Armitage's sudden return. 
 
 On Monday morning the captain had quietly appeared in uniform 
 at the office, and it was known that he had relinquished the remainder 
 of his leave of absence and resumed command of his company. There 
 were men in the garrison who well knew that it was because of the 
 mystery overhanging the colonel's household that Armitage had so 
 suddenly returned. They asked no questions and sought no explana- 
 tion. All men marked, however, that Jerrold was not at the office 
 on Monday, and many curiously looked at the morning report in the 
 adjutant's office. No, he was not in arrest ; neither was he on sick- 
 report. He was marked present for duty, and yet he was not at the 
 customary assembly of all the commissioned officers at head-quarters. 
 More mystery, and most exasperating, too, it was known that Armitage 
 and Jerrold had held a brief talk in the latter's quarters soon after 
 Sunday's evening parade, and that the former had been reinforced for a 
 time by Captain Chester, with whom he was afterwards closeted. Offi- 
 cers who heard that he had suddenly returned and was at Chester's 
 went speedily to the latter's quarters, — at least two or three did, — and 
 were met by a servant at the door, who said that the gentlemen had 
 just gone out the back way. And, sure enough, neither Chester nor 
 Armitage came home until long after taps ; and then the colonel's 
 cook told several people that the two gentlemen had spent over an hour 
 up-stairs in the colonel's and Miss Alice's room and " was foolin' 
 around the house till near ten o'clock." 
 
 Another thing that added to the flame of speculation and curiosity 
 was this. Two of the ladies, returning from a moonlit stroll on the ter- 
 race just after tattoo, came through the uarrow passage-way on the west 
 
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 side of the colonel's quarters, and there, at the foot of the little flight 
 of steps leading up to the parade, they came suddenly upon Captain 
 Chester, who was evidently only moderately pleased to see them and 
 nervously anxious to expedite their onward movement. With the per- 
 versity of both sexes, however, they stopped to chat and inquire what 
 he was doing there, and in the midst of it all a faint light gleamed on 
 the opposite wall and the reflection of the curtains in Alice -Ren wick's 
 window was distinctly visible. Then a sturdy masculine shadow ap- 
 peared, and there was a rustling above, and then, with exasperating, 
 mysterious, and epigrammatic terseness, a deep voice propounded the 
 utterly senseless question, — 
 "How's that?" 
 
 To which, in great embarrassment, Chester replied, — 
 " Hold on a minute. I'm talking with some interested spectators." 
 Whereat the shadow of the big man shot out of sight, and the 
 ladies found that it was useless to remain,— there would be no further 
 developments so long as they did ; and so they came away, with many 
 a lingering backward look. " But the idea of asking such a fool ques- 
 tion as ' How's that ?' Why couldn't the man say what he meant ?" It 
 was gathered, however, that Armitage and Chester had been making 
 some experiments that bore in some measure on the mystery. And all 
 this time Mr. Jerrold was in his quarters, only a stone's-throw away. 
 How interested he must have been ! 
 
 But, while the garrison was relieved at knowing that Alice Renwick 
 would not be on hand for the german and it was being fondly hoped 
 she might never return to the post, there was still another grievous 
 embarrassment. How about Mr. Jerrold ? 
 
 He had been asked to lead when the german was first projected, 
 and had accepted. That was fully two weeks before ; and now — no 
 one knew just what ought to be done. It was known that Nina 
 Beaubicn had returned on the previous day from a brief visit to the 
 upper lakes, and that she had a costume of ravishing beauty in which 
 to carry desolation to the hearts of the garrison belles in leading that 
 german with Mr. Jerrold. Old Madame Beaubien had been reluctant, 
 said her city friends, to return at all. She heartily disapproved of Mr. 
 Jerrold, and was bitterly set against Nina's growing infatuation for him. 
 But Nina was headstrong and determined : moreover, she was far more 
 than a match for her mother's vigilance, and it was known at Sibley 
 that two or three times the girl had been out at the fort with the Suttons 
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 and other friends when the old lady believed her in quarters totally 
 different. Cub Sutton had confided to Captain Wilton that Madame 
 Beaubien was in total ignorance of the fact that there was to be a party 
 at the doctor's the night he had driven out with Nina and his sister, 
 and that Nina had " pulled the wool over her mother's eyes" and made 
 her believe she was going to spend the evening with friends in town, 
 naming a family with whom the Beaubiens were intimate. A long 
 drive always made the old lady sleepy, and, as she had accompanied 
 Nina to the fort that afternoon, she went early to bed, having secured her 
 wild birdling, as she supposed, from possibility of further meetings with 
 Jerrold. For nearly a week, said Cub, Madame Beaubien had dogged 
 Nina so that she could not get a moment with the man with whom 
 she was evidently so smitten, and the girl was almost at her wits' end 
 with seeing the depth of his flirtation with Alice Renwick and the 
 knowledge that on the morrow her mother would spirit her off to the 
 cool breezes and blue waves of the great lake. Cub said she so worked 
 on Fanny's feelings that they put up the scheme together and made 
 him bring them out. Gad ! if old Maman only found it out there'd 
 be no more germans for Nina. She'd ship her off to the good Sisters 
 at Creve-Coeur and slap her into a convent and leave all her money to 
 the Church. 
 
 And yet, said city society, old Maman idolized her beautiful daugh- 
 ter and could deny her no luxury or indulgence. She dressed her 
 superbly, though with a somewhat barbaric taste where Nina's own 
 good sense and Eastern teaching did not interfere. What she feared 
 was that the girl would fall in love with some adventurer, or — what 
 was quite as bad — some army man who would carry her darling away 
 to Arizona or other inaccessible spot. Her plan was that Nina should 
 marry here — at home — some one of the staid young merchant princes 
 rising into prominence in the Western metropolis, and from the very 
 outset Nina had shown a singular infatuation for the buttons and straps 
 and music and heaven-knows-what-all out at the fort. She gloried in 
 seeing her daughter prominent in all scenes of social life. She rejoiced 
 in her triumphs, and took infinite pains with all preparations. She 
 would have set her foot against Nina's simply dancing the german at 
 the fort with Jerrold as a partner, but she could not resist it that the 
 papers should announce on Sunday morning that " the event of the 
 season at Fort Sibley was the german given last Tuesday night by 
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 Lieutenant or Captain Anybody. There were a dozen bright, graceful, 
 winning women among the dames and damsels at the fort, and Alice 
 Renwick was a famous beauty by this time. It was more than Maman 
 Beaubien could withstand, that her Nina should " lead" all these, and 
 so her consent was won. Back they came from Chequamegon, and the 
 stately home on Summit Avenue reopened to receive them. It was 
 Monday noon when they returned, and by three o'clock Fanny Sutton 
 had told Nina Beaubien what she knew of the wonderful rumors 
 that were floating in from Sibley. She was more than half disposed 
 to be in love with Jerrold herself. She expected a proper amount 
 of womanly horror, incredulity, and indignation ; but she was totally 
 unprepared for the outburst that followed. Nina was transformed into 
 a tragedy queen on the instant, and poor, simple-hearted, foolish Fanny 
 Sutton was almost scared out of her small wits by the fire of denuncia- 
 tion and fury with which her story was greeted. She came home with 
 white, frightened face and hunted up Cub and told him that she had 
 been telling Nina some of the queer things the ladies had been saying 
 about Mr. Jerrold, and Nina almost tore her to pieces, and could he 
 go right out to the fort to see Mr. Jerrold? Nina wanted to send a 
 note at once ; and if he couldn't go she had made her promise that she 
 would get somebody to go instantly and to come back and let her know 
 before four o'clock. Cub was always glad of an excuse to go out to 
 the fort, but a coldness had sprung up between him and Jerrold. He 
 had heard the ugly rumors in that mysterious way in which all such 
 things are heard, and, while his shallow pate could not quite conceive 
 of such a monstrous scandal and he did not believe half he heard, he 
 sagely felt that in the presence of so much smoke there was surely 
 some fire, and avoided the man from whom he had been inseparable. 
 Of course he had not spoken to him on the subject, and, singularly 
 enough, this was the case with all the officers at the post except Arnii- 
 tage and the commander. It was understood that the matter was in 
 Chester's hands, to do with as was deemed best. It was believed that 
 his resignation had been tendered ; and all these forty-eight hours since 
 the story might be said to be fairly before the public, Jerrold had been 
 left much to himself, and was presumably in the depths of dismay. 
 
 One or two men, urged by their wives, who thought it was really 
 time something were done to let him understand he ought not to lead 
 the german, had gone to see him and been refused admission. Asked 
 from within what they wanted, the reply was somewhat difficult to 
 
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 frame, and in both cases resolved itself into "Oh, about the german ;" 
 to which Jerrold's voice was heard to say, " The german's all right. 
 I'll lead if I'm well enough and am not bothered to death meantime ; 
 but I've got some private matters to attend to, and am not seeing any- 
 body to-day." And with this answer they were fain to be content. 
 It had been settled, however, that the officers were to tell Captain 
 Chester at ten o'clock that in their opinion Mr. Jerrold ought not to be 
 permitted to attend so long as this mysterious charge hung over him ; 
 and Mr. Rollins had been notified that he must be ready to lead. 
 
 Poor Rollins ! He was in sore perplexity. He wanted nothing 
 better than to dance with Nina Beaubien. He wondered if she would 
 lead with him, or would even come at all when she learned that Jerrold 
 would be unable to attend. " Sickness" was to be the ostensible cause, 
 and in the youth and innocence of his heart Rollins never supposed 
 that Nina would hear of all the other assignable reasons. He meant 
 to ride in and call upon her Monday evening ; but, as ill luck w r ouM 
 have it, old Sloat, who was officer of the day, stepped on a round 
 pebble as he was going down the long flight to the railway-station, and 
 sprained his ankle. Just at five o'clock Rollins got orders to relieve 
 him, and was returning from the guard-house, when who should come 
 driving in but Cub Sutton, and Cub reined up and asked where he 
 would be apt to find Mr. Jerrold. 
 
 " He isn't well, and has been denying himself to all callers to-day," 
 said Rollins, shortly. 
 
 " Well, I've got to see him, or at least get a note to him," said 
 Cub. " It's from Miss Beaubien, and requires an answer." 
 
 " You know the way to his quarters, I presume," said Rollins, 
 coldly: "you have been there frequently. • I will have a man hold 
 your horse, or you can tie him there at the rail, just as you please." 
 
 " Thanks. I'll go over, I believe." And go he did, and poor 
 Rollins was unable to resist the temptation of watching whether the 
 magic name of Nina would open the door. It did not ; but he saw 
 Cub hand in the little note through the shutters, and ere long there 
 came another from within. This Cub stowed in his waistcoat- pocket 
 and drove off with, and Rollins walked jealously homeward. But 
 that evening he went through a worse experience, and it was the last 
 blow to his budding passion for sparkling-eyed Nina. 
 
 It was nearly tattoo, and a dark night, when Chester suddenly 
 came in : 
 
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 " Rollins, you remember my telling you I was sure some of the men 
 had been getting liquor in from the shore down below the station and 
 1 running it' that way? I believe we can nab the smuggler this even- 
 ing. There's a boat down there now. The corporal has just told 
 me." 
 
 Smuggling liquor was one of Chester's horrors. He surrounded the 
 post with a cordon of sentries who had no higher duty, apparently, than 
 that of preventing the entrance of alcohol in any form. He had run a 
 " red-cross" crusade against the post-trader's store in the matter of light 
 wines and small beer, claiming that only adulterated stuff was sold to 
 the men, and forbidding the sale of anything stronger than " pop" over 
 the trader's counter. Then, when it became apparent that liquor was 
 being brought on the reservation, he made vigorous efforts to break up 
 the practice. Colonel Maynard rather poohpoohed the whole business. 
 It was his theory that a man who was determined to have a drink might 
 better be allowed to take an honest one, coram 'publico, than a smug- 
 gled and deleterious article ; but he succumbed to the rule that only 
 " light wines and beer" should be sold at the store, and was lenient to 
 the poor devils who overloaded and deranged their stomachs in conse- 
 quence. But Chester no sooner found himself in command than he 
 launched into the crusade with redoubled energy, and spent hours of 
 the day and night trying to capture invaders of the reservation with a 
 bottle in their pockets. The bridge was guarded, so was the crossing 
 of the Cloud water to the south, and so were the two roads entering from 
 the north and west; and yet there was liquor coming in, and, as though 
 "to give Chester a benefit," some of the men in barracks had a royal 
 old spree on Saturday night, and the captain was sorer-headed than any 
 of the participants in consequence. In some way lie heard that a row- 
 boat came up at night and landed supplies of contraband down by the 
 river-side out of sight and hearing of the sentry at the railway-station, 
 and it was thither he hurriedly led Rollins this Monday evening. 
 
 They turned across the railway on reaching the bottom of the long 
 stairs, and scrambled down the rocky embankment on the other side, 
 Rollins following in reluctant silence and holding his sword so that it 
 would not rattle, but he had no faith in the theory of smugglers. He 
 felt in some vague and unsatisfactory way a sense of discomfort and 
 anxiety over his captain's late proceedings, and this stealthy descent 
 seemed fraught with ill omen. 
 
 Once down in the flats, their footsteps made no noise in the yielding 
 
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 sand, and all was silence save for the plash of the waters along the shores. 
 Far down the river were the reflections of one or two twinkling lights, 
 and close under the bank in the slack- water a few stars were peeping 
 at their own images, but no boat was there, and the captain led still far- 
 ther to a little copse of willow, and there, in the shadows, sure enough, 
 was a row-boat, with a little lantern dimly burning, half hidden in the 
 stern. 
 
 Not only that, but as they halted at the edge of the willows the 
 captain put forth a warning hand and cautioned silence. No need. 
 Ilollins's straining eyes were already fixed on two figures that were 
 standing in the shadows not ten feet away, — one that of a tall, slender 
 man, the other a young girl. It was a moment before Rollins could 
 recognize either; but in that moment the girl had turned suddenly, 
 had thrown her arms about the neck of the tall young man, and, with 
 her head pillowed on his breast, was gazing up in his face. 
 
 " Kiss me once more, Howard. Then I must go," they heard her 
 whisper. 
 
 Rollins seized his captain's sleeve, and strove, sick at heart, to pull 
 him back ; but Chester stoutly stood his ground. In the few seconds 
 more that they remained they saw his arms more closely enfold her. 
 They saw her turn at the brink, and, in an utter abandonment of rap- 
 turous, passionate love, throw her arms again about his neck and stand 
 on tiptoe to reach his face with her warm lips. They could not fail 
 to hear the caressing tone of her every word, or to mark his receptive 
 but gloomy silence. They could not mistake the voice, — the form, 
 shadowy though it was. The girl was Nina Beaubien, and the man, 
 beyond question, Howard Jerrold. They saw him hand her into the 
 light skiff and hurriedly kiss her good-night. Once again, as though 
 she could not leave him, her arms were thrown about his neck and she 
 clung to him with all her strength ; then the little boat swung slowly 
 out into the stream, the sculls were shipped, and with practised hand 
 Nina Beaubien pulled forth into the swirling waters of the river, and 
 the faint light, like slowly-setting star, floated downward with the 
 sweeping tide and finally disappeared beyond the point. 
 
 Then Jerrold turned to leave, and Chester stepped forth and con- 
 fronted him: 
 
 "Mr. Jerrold, did I not instruct you to confine yourself to your 
 quarters until satisfactory explanation was made of the absences with 
 which you are charged ?" 
 
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 Jerrold started at the abrupt and unlooked-for greeting, but his 
 answer was prompt : 
 
 " Not at all, sir. You gave me to understand that I was to remain 
 here — not to leave the post — until you had decided on certain points ; 
 and, though I do not admit the justice of your course, and though you 
 have put me to grave inconvenience, I obeyed the order. I needed to 
 go to town to-day on urgent business, but, between you and Captain 
 Arinitage, am in no condition to go. For all this, sir, there will come 
 proper retribution when my colonel returns. And now, sir, you are 
 spying upon me, — spying, I say, — and it only confirms what I said of 
 you before." 
 
 " Silence, Mr. Jerrold ! This is insubordination." 
 
 " I don't care a damn what it is, sir ! There is nothing contemptuous 
 enough for me to say of you or your conduct to me " 
 
 " Not another word, Mr. Jerrold ! Go to your quarters in arrest. 
 — Mr. Rollins, you are witness to this language." 
 
 But Rollins was not. Turning from the spot in blankness of heart 
 before a word was uttered between them, he followed the waning light 
 with eyes full of yearning and trouble ; he trudged his way down along 
 the sandy shore until he came to the silent waters of the slough and 
 •could go no farther ; and then he sat him down and covered his face 
 with his hands. It was pretty hard to bear. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Tuesday still, and all manner of things had happened and were still 
 to happen in the hurrying hours that followed Sunday night. The 
 garrison woke at Tuesday's reveille in much perturbation of spirit, 
 as has been said, but by eight o'clock and breakfast-time one cause of 
 perplexity was at an end. Relief had come with Monday afternoon 
 and Alice Renwick's letter saying she would not attend the german, 
 and now still greater relief in the news that sped from mouth to mouth : 
 Lieutenant Jerrold was in close arrest. Armitage and Chester had been 
 again in consultation Monday night, said the gossips, and something 
 new had been discovered, — no one knew just what, — and the toils had 
 settled upon Jerrold's handsome head, and now he was to be tried. As 
 usual in such cases, the news came in through the kitchen, and most 
 officers heard it at the breakfast-table from the lips of their better 
 halves, who could hardly find words to express their sentiments as to 
 the inability of their lords to explain the new phase of the situation. 
 
280 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 When the first sergeant of Company B came around to Captain Arrni- 
 tage with the sick-book, soon after six in the morning, the captain 
 briefly directed him to transfer Lieutenant Jerrold on the morning 
 report from present for duty to " in arrest/' and no sooner was it 
 known at the quarters of Company B than it began to work back to 
 Officers' Row through the medium of the servants and strikers. 
 
 It was the sole topic of talk for a full hour. Many ladies who had 
 intended going to town by the early train almost perilled their chances 
 of catching the same in their eagerness to hear further details. 
 
 But the shriek of the whistle far up the valley broke up the group 
 that was so busily chatting and speculating over iu the quadrangle, and, 
 with shy yet curious eyes, the party of at least a dozen — matrons and 
 maids, wives or sisters of the officers — scurried past the darkened win- 
 dows of Mr. Jerrold's quarters, and through the mysterious passage 
 west of the colonel's silent house, and down the long stairs, just in 
 time to catch the train that whirled them away city-ward almost as soon 
 as it had disgorged the morning's mail. Chatting and laughing, and full 
 of blithe anticipation of the glories of the coming german, in prepara- 
 tion for which most of their number had found it necessary to run in 
 for just an hour's shopping, they went jubilantly on their way. Shop- 
 ping done, they would all meet, take luncheon together at the " Woman's 
 Exchange," return to the post by the afternoon train, and have plenty 
 of time for a little nap before dressing for the german. Perhaps the 
 most interesting question now up for discussion was, who would lead 
 with Mr. Ilollins? The train went puffing into the crowded depot: 
 the ladies hastened forth, and in a moment were on the street ; cabs and 
 carriages were passed in disdain ; a brisk walk of a block carried them 
 to the main thoroughfare and into the heart of the shopping district ; a 
 rush of hoofs and wheels and pedestrians there encountered them, and 
 the roar assailed their sensitive and unaccustomed ears, yet high above 
 it all pierced and pealed the shrill voices of the newsboys darting here 
 and there with their eagerly-bought journals. But women bent on 
 germans and shopping have time and ears for no such news as that 
 which demands the publication of extras. Some of them never hear 
 or heed the cry, " Indian Massacree !" " Here y'are ! All about the 
 killin' of Major Thornton an' his sojers !" " Extry ! — extry !" It 
 is not until they reach the broad portals of the great Stewart of the 
 West that one of their number, half incredulously, buys a copy and 
 reads aloud : " Major Thornton, th Infantry, Captain Langham and 
 
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 Lieutenant Bliss, th Cavalry, and thirty men, are killed. Captains 
 
 Wright and Lane and Lieutenants Willard and Brooks, th Cavalry, 
 
 and some forty more men, are seriously wounded. The rest of the 
 command is corralled by an overwhelming force of Indians, and their 
 only hope is to hold out until help can reach them. All troops along 
 the line of the Union Pacific are already under orders." 
 
 "OH, isn't it dreadful T' 
 
 " Yes ; but aren't you glad it wasn't Ours ? Oh, look ! there's Nina 
 Beaubien over there in her carriage. Do let's find out if she's going to 
 lead with Rollins !" 
 
 Vce victis 1 Far out in the glorious Park country in the heart of 
 the Centennial State a little band of blue-coats, sent to succor a perilled 
 agent, is making desperate stand against fearful odds. Less than two 
 hundred men has the wisdom of the Department sent forth through the 
 wilderness to find and, if need be, fight its way through five times its 
 weight in well-armed foes. The officers and men have no special 
 quarrel with those Indians, nor the Indians with them. Only two 
 winters before, when those same Indians were sick and starving, and 
 their lying go-betweens, the Bureau-employees, would give them neither 
 food nor justice, a small band made their way to the railway and were 
 fed on soldier food and their wrongs righted by soldier justice. But 
 another snarl has come now, and this time the Bureau-people are in a 
 pickle, and the army — ever between two fires at least, and thankful 
 when it isn't six — is ordered to send a little force and go out there 
 and help the agent maintain his authority. The very night before the 
 column reaches the borders of the reservation the leading chiefs come 
 in camp to interview the officers, shake hands, beg tobacco, and try on 
 their clothes, then go back to their braves and laugh as they tell there 
 are only a handful, and plan the morrow's ambuscade and massacre. 
 Vce victis ! There are women and children among the garrisons along 
 the Union Pacific whose hearts have little room for thoughts of germans 
 in the horror of this morning's tidings. But Sibley is miles and miles 
 away, and, as Mrs. Wheeler says, aren't you glad it wasn't Ours ? 
 
 Out at the fort there is a different scene. The morning. journals and 
 the clicking telegraph send a thrill throughout the whole command. 
 The train has barely whistled out of sight when the ringing notes of 
 officers' call resound through the quadrangle and out. over the broader 
 drill-ground beyond. Wondering, but prompt, the staid captains and 
 eager subalterns come hurrying to head-quarters, and the band, that 
 
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 had come forth and taken its station on the parade, all ready foi 
 guard-mount, goes quickly back, while the men gather in big squads 
 along the shaded row of their quarters and watch the rapid assembly 
 at the office. And there old Chester, with kindling eyes, reads to the 
 silent company the brief official order. Ay, though it be miles and 
 miles away, fast as steam and wheel can take it, the good old regiment 
 in all its sturdy strength goes forth to join the rescue of the imprisoned 
 comrades far in the Colorado Rockies. " Have your entire command in 
 readiness for immediate field-service in the L.jpartment of the Platte. 
 Special train will be there to take you by noon at latest." And though 
 many a man has lost friend and comrade in the tragedy that calls them 
 forth, and though many a brow clouds for the moment with the bitter 
 news of such useless sacrifice, every eye brightens, every muscle seems 
 to brace, every nerve and pulse to throb and thrill with the glorious 
 excitement of quick assembly and coming action. Ay, we are miles 
 and miles away ; we leave the dear old post, with homes and firesides, 
 wives, children, and sweethearts, all to the care of the few whom sick- 
 ness or old wounds or advancing years render unfit for hard, sharp 
 marching ; and, thank God ! we'll be there to take a hand and help 
 those gallant fellows out of their " corral" or to have one good blow at 
 the cowardly hounds who lured and lied to them. 
 
 How the " assembly" rings on the morning air ! How quick they 
 spring to ranks, those eager bearded faces and trim blue-clad forms ! 
 How buoyant and brisk even the elders seem as the captains speed over 
 to their company quarters and the quick, stirring orders are given ! 
 " Field kits ; all the cooked rations you have on hand ; overcoat, 
 blanket, extra socks and underclothes ; every cartridge you've got ; 
 haversack and canteen, and nothing else. Now get ready, — lively !" 
 How irrepressible is the cheer that goes up ! How we pity the swells 
 of the 'light battery who have to stay ! How wistful those fellows 
 look, and how eagerly they throng about the barracks, yearning to go, 
 and, since that is denied, praying to be of use in some way ! Small 
 wonder is it that all the bustle and excitement penetrates the portals of 
 Mr. Jerrold's darkened quarters, and the shutters are thrown open and 
 his bandaged head comes forth. 
 
 "What is it, Harris?" he demands of a light-batteryman who is 
 hurrying past. 
 
 " Orders fur Colorado, sir. The regiment goes by special train. 
 
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 Major Thornton's command's been massacred, and there's a big fight 
 ahead." 
 
 " My God ! Here ! — stop one moment. Run over to Company 
 B and see if you can find my servant, or Merrick, or somebody. 
 If not, you come back quick. I want to send a note to Captain 
 Arinitage." 
 
 " I can take it, sir. We're not going. The band and the battery 
 have to stay." 
 
 And Jerrold, with trembling hand and feverish haste, seats himself 
 at the same desk whence on that fatal morning he sent the note that 
 wrought such disaster ; and as he rises and hands his missive forth, 
 throwing wide open the shutters as he does so, his bedroom doors fly 
 open, and a whirling gust of the morning wind sweeps through from 
 rear to front, and half a score of bills and billets, letters and scraps of 
 paper, go ballooning out upon the parade. 
 
 " By heaven !" he mutters, " that's how it happened, is it ? Look 
 at them go !" for going they were, in spiral eddies or fluttering skips, 
 up the grassy "quad," and over among the rose-bushes of Alice Ren- 
 wick's garden. Over on the other side of the narrow, old-fashioned 
 frontier fort the men were bustling about, and their exultant, eager 
 voices rang out on the morning air. All was life and animation, and 
 even in Jerrold's selfish soul there rose responsive echo to the soldierly 
 spirit that seemed to pervade the whole command. It was their first 
 summons to active field-duty with prospective battle since he had joined, 
 and, with all his shortcomings as a " duty" officer in garrison and his 
 many frailties of character, Jerrold was not the man to lurk in the rear 
 when there was danger ahead. It dawned on him with sudden and 
 crushing force that now it lay in the power of his enemies to do him 
 vital injury, — that he could be held here at the post like a suspected 
 felon, a mark for every finger, a target for every tongue, while every 
 other officer of his regiment was hurrying with his men to take his 
 knightly share in the coming onset. It was intolerable, shameful. 
 He paced the floor of his little parlor in nervous misery, ever and anon 
 gazing from the window for sight of his captain. It was to him he 
 had written, urging that he be permitted a few moments' talk. " This 
 is no time for a personal misunderstanding," he wrote. " I must see 
 you at once. I can clear away the doubts, can explain my action ; but, 
 for heaven's sake, intercede for me with Captain Chester that I may 
 go with the^command." 
 
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 As luck would have it, Armitage was with Chester at the office 
 when the letter was handed in. He opened it, gave a whistle of sur- 
 prise, and simply held it forth to the temporary commander. 
 
 " Read that," he said. . 
 
 Chester frowned, but took the note and looked it curiously over. 
 
 " I have no patience with the man now," he said. " Of course 
 after what I saw last night I begin to understand the nature of his 
 defence ; but we don't want any such man in the regiment, after this. 
 What's the use of taking him with us ?" 
 
 " That isn't the point," said Armitage. " Now or never, possibly, 
 is the time to clear up this mystery. Of course Maynard will be up 
 to join us by the first train ; and what won't it be worth to him to have 
 positive proof that all his fears were unfounded?" 
 
 "Even if it wasn't Jerrold, there is still the fact that I saw a man 
 clambering out of her window. How is that to be cleared up?" said 
 Chester, gloomily. 
 
 " That may come later, and won't be such a bugbear as you think. 
 If you were not worried into a morbid condition over all this trouble, 
 you would not look so seriously npon a thing which I regard as a piece 
 of mere night prowling, with a possible spice of romance." 
 
 " What romance, I'd like to know ?" 
 
 " Never mind that now : I'm playing detective for the time 
 being. Let me see Jerrold for you and find out what he has to offer. 
 Then you can decide. Are you willing ? All right ! But remember 
 this while I think of it. You admit that the light you saw on the 
 wall Sunday night was exactly like that which you saw the night of 
 your adventure, and that the shadows were thrown in the same way. 
 You thought that night that the light was turned up and afterwards 
 turned out in her room, and that it was her figure you saw at the 
 window. Didn't you?" 
 
 "Yes. What then?" 
 
 " Well, I believe her statement that she saw and heard nothing 
 until reveille. I believe it was Mrs. Maynard who did the whole thing, 
 without Miss Ren wick's knowing anything about it." 
 
 "Why?" 
 
 " Because I accomplished the feat with the aid of the little night? 
 lamp that I found by the colonel's bedside. It is my theory that Mrs. 
 Maynard was restless after the colonel finally fell asleep, that she heard 
 your tumble, and took her little lamp, crossed over into Miss Renwick's 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 285 
 
 room, opened the door without creaking, as I can do to your satisfaction, 
 found her sleeping quietly, but the room a trifle close and warm, set 
 her night-lamp down on the table, as I did, threw her shadow on the 
 wall, as I did, and opened the shade, as you thought her daughter did. 
 Then she withdrew, and left those doors open, — both hers and her 
 daughter's, — and the light, instead of being turned down, as you 
 thought, was simply carried back into her own room." 
 
 " That is all possible. But how about the man in her room ? 
 Nothing was stolen, though money and jewelry were lying around 
 loose. If theft was not the object, what w T as?" 
 
 "Theft certainly was not, and I'm not prepared to say what was, 
 but I have reason to believe it wasn't Miss Renwick." 
 
 "Anything to prove it?" 
 
 " Yes ; and, though time is precious and I cannot show you, you 
 may take my word for it. We must be oif at noon, and both of us 
 have much to do, but there may be no other chance to talk, and before 
 you leave this post I want you to realize her utter innocence." 
 
 " I want to, Armitage." 
 
 " I know you do : so look here. We assume that the same man 
 paid the night visit both here and at Sablon, and that he wanted to see 
 the same person, — if he did not come to steal : do we not ?" 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " We know that at Sablon it was Mrs. Maynard he sought and 
 called. The colonel says so." 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 " Presumably, then, it was she — not her daughter — he had some 
 reasons for wanting to see here at Sibley. What is more, if he wanted 
 to see Miss Renwick there was nothing to prevent his going right into 
 her window ?" 
 
 "Nothing." * 
 
 " Well, I believe I can prove he didn't ; on the contrary, that he 
 went around by the roof of the porch to the colonel's room and tried 
 there, but found it risky on account of the blinds, and that finally he 
 entered the hall window, — what might be called neutral ground. The 
 painters had been at work there, as you said, two days before, and the 
 paint on the slats was not quite dry. The blinds and sills were the 
 only things they had touched up on that front, it seems, and nothing 
 on the sides. Now, on the fresh paint of the colonel's slats are the 
 
286 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 new imprints of masculine thumb and fingers, and on the sill of the 
 hall window is a footprint that I know to be other than Jerrold's." 
 
 "Why?" 
 
 " Because he doesn't own such a thing as this track was made 
 with, and I don't know a man in this command who does. It was the 
 handiwork of the Tonto Apaches, and came from the other side of the 
 continent." 
 
 " You mean it was ?" 
 
 "Exactly. An Indian moccasin." 
 
 Meantime, Mr. Jerrold had been making hurried preparations, as 
 he had fully determined that at any cost he would go with the regi- 
 ment. He had been burning a number of letters, when Captain 
 Armitage knocked and hurriedly entered. Jerrold pushed forward a 
 chair and plunged at once into the matter at issue : 
 
 " There is no time to waste, captain. I have sent to you to ask 
 what I can do to be released from arrest and permitted to go with the 
 command." 
 
 " Answer the questions I put to you the other night, and certify to 
 your answers ; and of course you'll have to apologize to Captain Chester 
 for your last night's language." 
 
 "That of course; though you will admit it looked like spying. 
 Now let me ask you, did he tell you who the lady was ?" 
 
 " No. I told him." 
 
 " How did you know?" 
 
 " By intuition, and my knowledge of previous circumstances." 
 
 "We have no time to discuss it. I make no attempt to conceal it 
 now ; but I ask that, on your honor, neither you nor he reveal it." 
 
 "And continue to let the garrison believe that you were in Miss 
 Ken wick's room that ghastly night?" asked Armitage, dryly. 
 
 Jerrold flushed : " I have denied that, and I would have proved my 
 alibi could I have done so without betraying a woman's secret. Must 
 I tell ?" 
 
 "So far as I am concerned, Mr. Jerrold," said Armitage, with cold 
 and relentless meaning, "you not only must tell — you must prove — 
 both that night's doings and Saturday night's, — both that and how you 
 obtained that photograph." 
 
 " My God ! In one case it is a woman's name ; in the other I have 
 promised on honor not to reveal it." 
 
 "That ends it, then. You remain here in close arrest, and the 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 287 
 
 charges against you will be pushed to the bitter end. I will write them 
 this very hour." 
 
 XVI. 
 
 At ten o'clock that morning, shortly after a smiling interview with 
 the ladies of Fort Sibley, in which, with infinite spirit and the most 
 perfect self-control, Miss Beaubien had informed them that she had 
 promised to lead with Mr. Jerrold, and, since he was in duress, she 
 would lead with no one, and sent them off wondering and greatly ex- 
 cited, there came running up to the carriage a telegraph messenger boy, 
 Mho handed her a despatch. 
 
 " I was going up to the avenue, mum," he explained, " but I seen 
 you here." 
 
 Nina's face paled as she tore it open and read the curt lines : 
 " Come to me, here. Your help needed instantly." 
 She sprang from the carriage. " Tell mother I have gone over to 
 see some Fort friends, — not to wait," she called to the coachman, well 
 knowing he would understand that she meant the ladies with whom she 
 had been so recently talking. Like a frightened deer she sped around 
 the corner, hailed the driver of a cab, lounging with his fellows along 
 the walk, ordered him to drive with all speed to Summit Avenue, and 
 with beating heart decided on her plan. Her glorious eyes were flash- 
 ing : the native courage and fierce determination of her race were 
 working in her woman's heart. She well knew that imminent danger 
 threatened him. She had dared everything for love of his mere pres- 
 ence, his sweet caress. What would she not dare to save him, if save 
 she could ? He had not been true to her. She knew, and knew well, 
 that, whether sought or not, Alice Renwick had been winning him from 
 her, that he was wavering, that he had been cold and negligent ; but with 
 all her soul and strength she loved him, and believed him grand and 
 brave and fine as he was beautiful. Now — now was her opportunity. 
 He needed her. His commission, his honor, depended on her. He 
 had intimated as much the night before, — had told her of the accusa- 
 tions and suspicions that attached to him, — but made no mention of 
 the photograph. He had said that though nothing could drag from 
 him a word that would compromise her, she might be called upon to 
 stand 'twixt him and ruin ; and now perhaps the hour had come. She 
 could free, exonerate, glorify him, and in doing so claim him for her 
 own. Who, after this, could stand 'twixt her and him ? He loved her, 
 
288 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 though he had been cold ; and she ? Had he bidden her bow her 
 
 dusky head to earth and kiss the print of his heel, she would have 
 obeyed could she but feel sure that her reward would be a simple touch 
 of his hand, an assurance that no other woman could find a moment's 
 place in his love. Verily, he had been doing desperate wooing in the 
 long winter, for the very depths of her nature were all athrob with 
 love for him. And now he could no longer plead that poverty with- 
 held his offer of his hand. She would soon be mistress of her own 
 little fortune, and, at her mother's death, of an independence. Go to 
 him she would, and on wings of the wind, and go she did. The cab 
 released her at the gate to her home, and went back with a double fare 
 that set the driver to thinking. She sped through the house, and out 
 the rear doors, much to the amaze of cook and others who were in con- 
 sultation in the kitchen. She flew down a winding flight of stairs to 
 the level below, and her fairy feet went tripping over the pavement of 
 a plebeian street. A quick turn, and she was at a little second-rate 
 stable, whose proprietor knew her and started from his chair. 
 
 " What's wrong to-day, Miss Nina ?" 
 
 " I want the roan mare and light buggy again, — quick as you can. 
 Your own price at the old terms, Mr. Graves, — silence." 
 
 He nodded, called to a subordinate, and in five minutes handed her 
 into the frail vehicle. An impatient chirrup and flap of the reins, and 
 the roan shot forth into the dusty road, leaving old Graves shaking his 
 head at the door. 
 
 " I've known her ever since she was weaned," he muttered, " and 
 she's a wild bird, if ever there was one, but she's never been the like o' 
 this till last month." 
 
 And the roan mare was covered with foam and sweat when Nina 
 Beaubien drove into the bustling fort, barely an hour after her receipt 
 of Jerrold's telegram. A few officers were gathered in front of head 
 quarters, and there were curious looks from face to face as she was 
 recognized. Mr. Rollins was on the walk, giving some instructions to 
 a sergeant of his company, and never saw her until the buggy reined 
 up close behind him and, turning suddenly, he met her face to face as 
 she sprang lightly to the ground. The young fellow reddened to his 
 eyes, and would have recoiled, but she was mistress of the situation. 
 She well knew she had but to command and he would obey, or, at the 
 most, if she could no longer command she had only to implore, and he 
 would be powerless to withstand her entreaty. 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 289 
 
 a I am glad you are here, Mr. Rollins. You can help me. — Ser- 
 geant, will you kindly hitch my horse at that post? — Now," she added, 
 in low, hurried tone, "come with me to Mr. Jerrold's." 
 
 Rollins was too stupefied to answer. Silently he placed himself by 
 her side, and together they passed the group at the office. Miss Beau- 
 bien nodded with something of her old archness and coquetry to the 
 cap-raising party, but never hesitated. Together they passed along the 
 narrow board walk, followed by curious eyes, and as they reached the 
 angle and stepped beneath the shelter of the piazza in front of the long, 
 low, green-blinded Bachelors' Row, there was sudden sensation in the 
 group Mr. Jen-old appeared at the door of his quarters; Rollins 
 halted some fifty feet away, raised his cap, and left her; and, all alone, 
 with the eyes of Fort Sibley upon her, Nina Beaubien stepped bravely 
 forward to meet her lover. 
 
 They saw him greet her at the door. Some of them turned away, 
 unwilling to look, and yet unwilling to go and not understand this new 
 phase of the mystery. Rollins, looking neither to right nor left, re- 
 passed them and walked off with a set, savage look on his young 
 face, and then, as one or two still gazed, fascinated by this strange and 
 daring proceeding, others, too, turned back and, half ashamed of them- 
 selves for such a yielding to curiosity, glanced furtively over at Jerrold's 
 door. 
 
 There they stood, — he, restrained by his arrest, unable to come 
 forth ; she, restrained more by his barring form than by any considera- 
 tion of maidenly reserve, for, had he bidden, she would have gone 
 within. She had fully made up her mind that wherever he was, even 
 were it behind the sentinels and bars of the guard-house, she would 
 demand that she be taken to his side. He had handed out a chair, but 
 she would not sit. They saw her looking up into his face as he talked, 
 and noted the eager gesticulation, so characteristic of his Creole blood, 
 that seemed to accompany his rapid words. They saw her bending 
 towards him, looking eagerly up in his eyes, and occasionally casting 
 indignant glances over towards the group at the office, as though she 
 would annihilate with her w r rath the persecutors of her hero. Then 
 they saw her stretch forth both her hands with a quick impulsive 
 movement, and grasp his one instant, looking so faithfully, steadfastly, 
 loyally, into his clouded and anxious face. Then she turned, and with 
 quick, eager steps came tripping towards them. They stood irresolute. 
 Everv man felt that it was somebody's duty to step forward, meet her, 
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 and be her escort though the party, but no one advanced. There was, 
 if anything, a tendency to sidle towards the office door, as though to 
 leave the sidewalk unimpeded. But she never sought to pass them by. 
 With flashing eyes and crimson cheeks, she bore straight upon them, 
 and, with indignant emphasis upon every word, accosted them : 
 
 " Captain Wilton, Major Sloat, I wish to see Captain Chester at 
 once. Is he in the office ?" 
 
 " Certainly, Miss Beaubien. Shall I call him? or will you walk 
 in ?" And both men w r ere at her side in a moment. 
 
 " Thanks. I will go right in, — if you will kindly show me to 
 him." 
 
 Another moment, and Armitage and Chester, deep in the midst 
 of their duties and surrounded by clerks and orderlies and assailed by 
 half a dozen questions in one and the same instant, looked up aston- 
 ished as Wilton stepped in and announced Miss Beaubien desiring to 
 see Captain Chester on immediate business. There was no time for 
 conference. There she stood in the door-way, and all tongues were 
 hushed on the instant. Chester rose and stepped forward with anxious 
 courtesy. She did not choose to see the extended hand. 
 
 "It is you, alone, I wish to see, captain. Is it impossible here?" 
 
 "I fear it is, Miss Beaubien ; but we can walk out in the open air. 
 I feel that I know what it is you wish to say to 1116," he added, in a low 
 tone, took his cap from the peg on which it hung, and led the w r ay. 
 Again she passed through the curious but respectful group, and Jer- 
 rold, watching furtively from his window, saw them come forth. 
 
 The captain turned to her as soon as they were out of earshot : 
 
 " I have no daughter of my own, my dear young lady, but if I 
 had I could not more thoroughly feel for you than I do. How can I 
 help you ?" 
 
 The reply was unexpectedly spirited. He had thought to encour- 
 age and sustain her, be sympathetic and paternal, but, as he afterwards 
 ruefully admitted, he " never did seem to get the hang of a woman's 
 temperament." Apparently sympathy was not the thing she needed. 
 
 " It is late in the day to ask such a question, Captain Chester. 
 You have done great wrong and injustice. The question is now, 
 will you undo it?" 
 
 He was too surprised to speak for a moment. When his tongue 
 was unloosed he said, — 
 
 " I shall be glad to be convinced I was wrong." 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 291 
 
 " I know little of ariny justice or army laws, Captain Chester, but 
 when a girl is compelled to take this step to rescue a friend there is 
 something brutal about them, — or the men who enforce them. Mr. 
 Jerrold tells me that he is arrested. I knew that last night, but not 
 until this morning did he consent to let me know that he would be 
 court-martialled unless he could prove where he was the night you were 
 officer of the day two weeks ago, and last Saturday night. He is too 
 noble and good to defend himself when by doing so he might harm me. 
 But I am here to free him from the cruel suspicion you have formed." 
 She had quickened her step, and in her impulsiveness and agitation 
 they were almost at the end of the walk. He hesitated, as though re- 
 luctant to go along under the piazza, but she was imperious, and he 
 yielded. " No, come !" she said. " I mean that you shall hear the 
 whole truth, and that at once. I do not expect you to understand or 
 condone my conduct, but you must acquit him. We are engaged ; and 
 — I love him. He has enemies here, as I see all too plainly, and they 
 have prejudiced mother against him, and she has forbidden my seeing 
 him. I came out to the fort without her knowledge one day, and it 
 angered her. From that time she would not let me see him alone. 
 She watched every movement, and came with me wherever I drove. 
 She gave orders that I should never have any of our horses to drive or 
 ride alone, — I, whom father had indulged to the utmost and who had 
 ridden and driven at will from my babyhood. She came out to the 
 fort with me that evening for parade, and never even agreed to let me 
 go out to see some neighbors until she learned he was to escort Miss 
 Renwick. She had ordered me to be ready to go with her to Che- 
 quamagon the next day, and I would not go until I had seen him. 
 There had been a misunderstanding. I got the Suttons to drive me 
 out while mother supposed me at the Laurents', and Mr. Jerrold prom- 
 ised to meet me east of the bridge and drive in town with us, and I was 
 to send him back in Graves's buggy. He had been refused permission 
 to leave the post, he said, and could not cross the bridge, where the sen- 
 tries would be sure to recognize him, but, as it was our last chance of 
 meeting, he risked the discovery of his absence, never dreaming of such 
 a tiling as his private rooms being inspected. He had a little skiff 
 down in the willows that he had used before, and by leaving the party 
 at midnight he could get home, change his dress, run down the bank 
 and row down-stream to the Point, there leave his skiff and climb up 
 to the road. He met us there at one o'clock, and the Suttons would 
 
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 never betray either of us, though they did not know we were engaged. 
 We sat in their parlor a quarter of an hour after we got to town, and 
 then 'twas time to go, and there was only a little ten minutes' walk 
 down to the stable. I had seen him such a very short time, and I had 
 so much to tell him." (Chester could have burst into rapturous ap- 
 plause had she been an actress. Her cheeks were aflame, her eyes full 
 of fire and spirit, her bosom heaving, her little foot tapping the ground, 
 as she stood there leaning on the colonel's fence and looking straight 
 up in the perturbed veteran's face. She was magnificent, he said to 
 himself; and, in her bravery, self-sacrifice, and indignation, she was.) 
 " It was then after two, and I could just as well go with him, — some- 
 body had to bring the buggy back, — and Graves himself hitched in his 
 roan mare for me, and I drove out, picked up Mr. Jerrold at the cor- 
 ner, and we came out here again through the darkness together. Even 
 when we got to the Point I did not let him go at once. It was over an 
 hour's drive. It w r as fully half-past three before we parted. He sprang 
 down the path to reach the river-side ; and before he was fairly in his 
 boat and pulling up against the stream, I heard, far over here some- 
 where, those two faint shots. That was the shooting he spoke of in 
 his letter to me, — not to her ; and what business Colonel Maynard had 
 to read and exhibit to his officers a letter never intended for him I can- 
 not understand. Mr. Jerrold says it was not what he wanted it to be 
 at all, as he wrote hastily, so he wrote another, and sent that to me by 
 Merrick that morning after his absence was discovered. It probably 
 blew out of the window, as these other things did this morning. See 
 for yourself, captain." And she pointed to the two or three bills and 
 scraps that had evidently only recently fluttered in among the now 
 neglected roses. " Then when he was aroused at reveille and you 
 threatened him w T ith punishment and held over his head the startling 
 accusation that you knew of our meeting and our secret, he was natu- 
 rally infinitely distressed, and could only write to warn me, and he 
 managed to get in and say good-by to me at the station. As for me, I 
 was back home by five o'clock, let myself noiselessly up to my room, 
 and no one knew it but the Suttons and old Graves, neither of whom 
 would betray me. I had no fear of the long dark road : I had ridden 
 and driven as a child all over these bluffs and prairies before there was 
 any town worth mentioning, and in days when my father and I found 
 only friends — not enemies — here at Sibley." 
 
 u Miss Beaubicn, let me protest againt your accusation. It is not 
 
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 for me to reprove your grave imprudence or recklessness ; nor have I 
 the right to disapprove your choice of Mr. Jerrold. Let me say at 
 once that you have none but friends here ; and if it ever should be 
 known to what lengths you went to save him, it will only make him 
 more envied and you more genuinely admired. I question your 
 wisdom, but, upon my soul, I admire your bravery and spirit. You 
 have cleared him of a terrible charge." 
 
 A most disdainful and impatient shrug of her shapely shoulders 
 was Miss Beaubien's only answer to that allusion. The possibility of 
 Mr. Jerrold's being suspected of another entanglement was something 
 she would not tolerate : 
 
 " I know nothing of other people's affairs. I simply speak of my 
 own. Let us end this as quickly as possible, captain. Now about 
 Saturday night. Mother had consented to our coming back for the 
 german, — she enjoys seeing me lead, it seems, — and she decided to pay 
 a short visit to relations at St. Croix, staying there Saturday night and 
 over Sunday. This would give us a chance to meet again, as he could 
 spend the evening in St. Croix and return by late train, and I wrote 
 and asked him. He came ; w r e had a long talk in the summer-house 
 in the garden, for mother never dreamed of his being there, and un- 
 luckily he just missed the night train and did not get back until in- 
 spection. It was impossible for him to have been at Sablon ; and he 
 can furnish other proof, but would do nothing until he had seen me." 
 
 "Miss Beaubien, you have cleared him. I only wish that you 
 could clear — every one." 
 
 " I am in no wise concerned in that other matter to which you have 
 alluded ; neither is Mr. Jerrold. May I say to him at once that this 
 ends his persecution ?" 
 
 The captain smiled : " You certainly deserve to be the bearer of 
 good tidings. I wish he may appreciate it." 
 
 Another moment, and she had left him and sped back to Jerrold's 
 door-way. He was there to meet her, and Chester looked with grim 
 and uncertain emotion at the radiance in her face. He had to get 
 back to the office and to pass them : so, as civilly as he could, consider- 
 ing the weight of wrath and contempt he felt for the man, he stopped 
 and spoke : 
 
 "Your fair advocate has been all-powerful, Mr. Jerrold. I con- 
 gratulate you ; and your arrest is at an end. Captain Armitage will 
 
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 require no duty of you until we are aboard ; but we've only half an 
 hour. The train is coming sharp at noon." . 
 
 " Train ! What train ! Where are you going ?" she asked, a wild 
 anxiety in her eyes, a sudden pallor on her face. 
 
 " We are ordered post-haste to Colorado, Nina, to rescue what is 
 left of Thornton's men. But for you I should have been left behind." 
 
 " But for me ! — left behind !" she cried. " Oh, Howard, Howard ! 
 have I only — only won vou to send you into danger ? Oh, my darling ! 
 Oh, God ! Don't— don't go ! They will kill you ! It will kill me ! 
 Oh, what have I done ? what have I done ?" 
 
 " Nina, hush ! My honor is with the regiment. I must go, child. 
 We'll be back in a few weeks. Indeed, I fear 'twill all be over before 
 we get there. Nina, don't look so ! Don't act so ! Think where you 
 are !" 
 
 But she had borne too much, and the blow came all too soon, — too 
 heavy. She was well nigh senseless when the Beaubicn carriage came 
 whirling into the fort and old Maman rushed forth in voluble and 
 rabid charge upon her daughter. All too late ! it was useless now. 
 Her darling's heart was weaned away, and her love lavished on that 
 tall, objectionable young soldier so soon to go forth to battle. Re- 
 proaches, tears, wrath, were all in order, but were abandoned at 
 sight of poor Nina's agony of grief. Noon came, and the train, and 
 with buoyant tread the gallant command marched down the winding 
 road and filed aboard the cars, and Howard Jerrold, shame-stricken, 
 humbled at the contemplation of his own unworthiness, slowly un- 
 clasped her arms from about his neck, laid one long kiss upon her 
 white and quivering lips, took one brief look in the great, dark, haunt- 
 ing, despairing eyes, and carried her wail of anguish ringing in his 
 ears as he sprang aboard and was whirled away. 
 
 But there were women who deemed themselves worse off than Nina 
 Beaubien, — the wives and daughters and sweethearts whom she met 
 that morn in town ; for when they got back to Sibley the regiment was 
 miles away. For them there was not even a kiss from the lips of 
 those they loved. Time and train waited for no woman. There were 
 comrades battling for life in the Colorado Rockies, and aid could not 
 come too soon. 
 
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 XVII. 
 
 Under the cloudless heavens, under the starlit skies, blessing the 
 grateful dew that cools the upland air and moistens the bunch-grass 
 that has been bleaching all day in the fierce rays of the summer sun, a 
 little column of infantry is swinging steadily southward. Long and 
 toilsome has been the march ; hot, dusty, and parching the day. Halts 
 have been few and far between, and every man, from the colonel down, 
 is coated with a gray mask of powdered alkali, the contribution of a 
 two hours' tramp through Deadman's Cafion just before the sun went 
 down. Now, however, they are climbing the range. The morrow will 
 bring them to the broad and beautiful valley of the Spirit Wolf, and 
 there they must have news. Officers and men are footsore and weary, 
 but no one begs for rest. Colonel Maynard, riding ahead on a sorry 
 hack he picked up at the station two days' long march behind them, is 
 eager to reach the springs at Forest Glade before ordering bivouac for 
 the night. A week agone no one who saw him at Sablon would have 
 thought the colonel fit for a march like this ; but he seems rejuvenate. 
 His head is high, his eye as bright, his bearing as full of spirit, as 
 man's could possibly be at sixty, and the whole regiment cheered him 
 when he caught the column at Omaha. A talk with Chester and 
 Armitage seemed to have made a new man of him, and to-night he is 
 full of an energy that inspires the entire command. Though they were 
 farther away than many other troops ordered to the scene, the fact that 
 their station was on the railway and that they could be sent by special 
 trains to Omaha and thence to the West enabled them to begin their 
 rescue-march ahead of all the other foot-troops and behind only the 
 powerful command of cavalry that was whirled to the scene the 
 moment the authorities woke up to the fact that it should have been 
 sent in the first place. Old Maynard would give his very ears to get 
 to Thornton's corral ahead of them, but the cavalry has thirty-six 
 hours' start and four legs to two. Every moment he looks ahead ex- 
 pectant of tidings from the front that shall tell him the th were there 
 
 and the remnant rescued. Even then, he knows, he and his long Spring- 
 fields will be needed. The cavalry can fight their way in to the succor 
 of the besieged, but once there will be themselves surrounded and too 
 few in numbers to begin aggressive movements. He and his will in- 
 deed be welcome reinforcements ; and so they trudge ahead. 
 
 The moon is up and it is nearly ten o'clock when high up on the 
 
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 rolling divide the springs are reached, and, barely waiting to quench 
 their thirst in the cooling waters, the wearied men roll themselves in 
 their blankets under the giant trees, and, guarded by a few outlying 
 pickets, are soon asleep. Most of the officers have sprawled ar und a 
 little fire and are burning their boot-leather thereat. The color, d, his 
 adjutant, and the doctor are curled up under a tent-fly that serves by 
 day as a wrap for the rations and cooking-kit they carry on pack- mule. 
 Two company commanders, — the Alpha and Omega of the ten, as 
 Major Sloat dubbed them, — the senior and junior in rank, Chester and 
 Armitage by name, have rolled themselves in their blankets under an- 
 other tent-fly and are chatting in low tones before dropping off to sleep. 
 They have been inseparable on the journey thus far, and the colonel 
 has had two or three long talks with them ; but who knows what the 
 morrow may bring forth ? There is still much to settle. 
 
 One officer, he of the guard, is still afoot, and trudging about among 
 the trees, looking after his sentries. Another officer, also alone, is 
 sitting in silence smoking a pipe : it is Mr. Jerrold. 
 
 Cleared though he is of the charges originally brought against him 
 in the minds of his colonel and Captain Chester, he has lost caste witli 
 his fellows and with them. Only two or three men have been made 
 aware of the statement which acquitted him, but every one knows in- 
 stinctively that he was saved by Nina Beaubien, and that in accepting 
 his release at her hands he had put her to a cruel expense. Every man 
 among his brother officers knows in some way that he has been ac- 
 quitted of having compromised Alice Ren wick's fair fame only by an 
 alibi that correspondingly harmed another. The fact now generally 
 known, that they were betrothed, and that the engagement w r as openly 
 announced, made no difference. Without being able to analyze his 
 conduct, the regiment was satisfied that it had been selfish and con- 
 temptible ; and that was enough to warrant giving him the cold shoulder. 
 He was quick to see and take the hint, and, in bitter distress of mind, 
 to withdraw himself from their companionship. He had hoped and 
 expected that his eagerness to go with them on the wild and sudden 
 campaign would reinstate him in their good graces, but it failed utterly. 
 "Any man would seek that," was the verdict of the informal council 
 held by the officers. " He would have been a poltroon if he hadn't 
 sought to go ; but, while he isn't a poltroon, he has done a contemptible 
 thing." And so it stood. Rollins had cut him dead, refused his hand, 
 and denied him a chance to explain. "Tell him he can't explain," was 
 
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 the savage reply he sent by the adjutant, who consented to carry Jer- 
 ro!d ? s message in order that he might have fair play. " He knows, 
 without explanation, the wrong he has done to more than one. I won't 
 have anything to do with hirn." 
 
 Others avoided him, and only coldly spoke to him when speech was 
 necessary. Chester treated him with marked aversion ; the colonel 
 would not look at liim; only Armitage — his captain — had a decent 
 word for him at any time, and even he was stern and cold. The most 
 envied and careless of the entire command, the Adonis, the beau, the 
 crack shot, the graceful leader in all garrison gayeties, the beautiful 
 dancer, rider, tennis-player, the adored of so many sentimental women 
 at Sibley, poor Jerrold had found his level, and his proud and sensitive 
 though selfish heart was breaking. 
 
 Sitting alone under the trees, he had taken a sheet of paper from 
 his p< cket-case and was writing by the light of the rising moon. One 
 letter was short and easily written, for with a few words he had brought 
 it to a close, then folded and in a bold and vigorous hand addressed it. 
 The other was far longer; and over this one, thinking deeply, erasing 
 some words and pondering much over others, he spent a long hour. It 
 was nearly midnight, and he was chilled to the heart, when he stiffly 
 rose and took his way among the blanketed groups to the camp-fire 
 around which so many of his wearied comrades were sleeping the sleep 
 of the tired soldier. Here he tore to fragments and scattered in the 
 embers some notes and letters that were in his pockets. They blazed 
 up brightly, and by the glare he stood one moment studying young 
 Roliins's smooth and placid features ; then he looked around on the 
 unconscious circle of bronzed and bearded faces. There were many 
 types of soldier there, — men who had led brigades through the great 
 war and gone back to the humble bars of the line-officer at its close ; 
 men who had led fierce charges against the swarming Indians in the 
 rough old days of the first prairie railways ; men who had won dis- 
 tinction and honorable mention in hard and trying frontier service ; 
 men who had their faults and foibles and weaknesses like other men, 
 and were aggressive or compliant, strong-willed or yielding, overbearing 
 or meek, as are their brethren in other walks of life ; men who were 
 simple of heart, single in purpose and ambition, diverse in character- 
 istics, but unanimous in one trait, — no meanness could live among 
 them ; and Jerrold's heart sank within him, colder, lower, stonier than 
 before, as he looked from face to face and cast up mentally the sum of 
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 each man's character. His hospitality had been boundless, his bounty 
 lavish ; one and all they had eaten of his loaf and drunk of his cup ; 
 but was there among them one who could say of him, " He is generous 
 and I stand his friend" ? Was there one of them, one of theirs, for 
 whom he had ever denied himself a pleasure, great or small ? He 
 looked at poor old Gray, with his wrinkled, anxious face, and thought 
 of his distress of mind. Only a few thousands — not three years' pay — 
 had the veteran scraped and saved and stored away for his little girl, 
 whose heart was aching with its first cruel sorrow, — his work, his un- 
 doing, his cursed, selfish greed for adulation, his reckless love of love. 
 The morrow's battle, if it came, might leave her orphaned and alone, 
 and, poor as it was, a father's pitying sympathy could not be her help 
 with the coming year. Would Gray mourn him if the fortune of war 
 made him the victim? Would any one of those averted faces look with 
 pity and regret upon his stiffening form? Would there be any one on 
 earth to whom his death would be a sorrow, but Nina? Would it even 
 be a blow to her? She loved him wildly, he knew that ; but would she 
 did she but dream the truth ? He knew her nature well. He knew 
 how quickly such burning love could turn to fiercest hate when con- 
 vinced that the object was 'utterly untrue. He had said nothing to her 
 of the photograph, nothing at all of Alice except to protest time and 
 again that his attentions to her were solely to win the good will of the 
 colonel's family and of the colonel himself, so that he might be proof 
 against the machinations of his foes. And yet had he not, that very 
 night on which he crossed the stream and let her peril her name and 
 honor for one stolen interview — had he not gone to her exultant wel- 
 come with a traitorous knowledge gnawing at his heart ? That very 
 night, before they parted at the colonel's door had he not lied to Alice 
 Ren wick ? — had he not denied the story of his devotion to Miss Beau- 
 bien, and was not his practised eye watching eagerly the beautiful dark 
 face for one sign that the news was welcome, and so precipitate the 
 avowal trembling on his lips that it was her he madly loved, — not 
 Nina? Though she hurriedly bade him good-night, though she was 
 unprepared for any such announcement, he well knew that Alice Ren- 
 wick's heart fluttered at the earnestness of his manner, and that he had 
 indicated far more than he had said. Fear — not luve — had drawn him 
 to Nina Beaubien that night, and hope had centred on her more beau- 
 tiful rival, when the discoveries of the night involved him in the first 
 trembling symptoms of the downfall to come. And he was to have 
 
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 spent the morning with her, the woman to whom he had lied in word, 
 while she to whom lie had lied in word and deed was going from him, 
 not to return until the gerruan, and even then he planned treachery. 
 He meant to lead with Alice Renwick and claim that it must be with 
 the colonel's daughter because the ladies of the garrison were the givers. 
 Then, he knew, Nina would not come at all, and, possibly, might quarrel 
 with him on that ground. What could have been an easier solution of 
 his troublous predicament ? She would break their secret engagement ; 
 he would refuse all reconciliation, and be free to devote himself to Alice. 
 But all these grave complications had arisen. Alice would not come. 
 Nina wrote demanding that he should lead with her, and that he should 
 meet her at St. Croix; and then came the crash. He owed his safety 
 to her self-sacrifice, and now must give up all hope of Alice Renwick. 
 He had accepted the announcement of their engagement. He could 
 not do less, after all that had happened and the painful scene at their 
 parting. And yet would it not be a blessing to her if he were killed ? 
 Even now in his self-abnegation and misery he did not fully realize 
 how mean he was, — how mean he seemed to others. He resented in 
 his heart what Sloat had said of him but the day before, little caring 
 whether he heard it or not : " It would be a mercy to that poor girl if 
 Jerrold were killed. He will break her heart with neglect, or drive 
 her mad with jealousy, inside of a year." But the regiment seemed to 
 agree with Sloat. 
 
 And so in all that little band of comrades he could call no man 
 friend. One after another he looked upon the unconscious faces, cold 
 and averted in the oblivion of sleep, but not more cold, not more dis- 
 trustful, than when he had vainly sought among them one relenting 
 glance in the early moonlight that battle eve in bivouac. He threw 
 his arms upward, shook his head with hopeless gesture, then buried his 
 face in the sleeves of his rough campaign overcoat and strode blindly 
 from their midst. 
 
 Early in the morning, an hour before daybreak, the shivering out- 
 post crouching in a hollow to the southward catch sight of two dim 
 figures shooting suddenly up over a distant ridge, — horsemen, they 
 know at a glance, — and these two come loping down the moonlit trail 
 over which two nights before had marched the cavalry speeding to the 
 rescue, over which in an hour the regiment itself must be on the move. 
 Old campaigners are two of the picket, and they have been especially 
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 They spring to their feet, in readiness to welcome or repel, as the sentry 
 rings out his sharp and sudden challenge. 
 
 " Couriers from the corral," is the jubilant answer. " This Colonel 
 Maynard's outfit?" 
 
 "Ay, ay, sonny," is the unmilitary but characteristic answer. 
 "What's your news?" 
 
 " Got there in time, and saved what's left of 'em ; but it's a hell- 
 hole, and you fellows are wanted quick as you can come, — thirty miles 
 ahead. Where's the colonel ?" 
 
 The corporal of the guard goes back to the bivouac, leading the 
 two arrivals. One is a scout, a plainsman born and bred, the other a 
 sergeant of cavalry. They dismount in the timber and picket their 
 horses, then follow on foot the lead of their companion of the guard. 
 While the corporal and the scout proceed to the wagon-fly and fumble 
 at the opening, the tall sergeant stands silently a little distance in their 
 rear, and the occupants of a neighboring shelter — the counterpart of 
 the colonel's — begin to stir, as though their light slumber had been 
 broken by the smothered sound of footsteps. One of them sits up and 
 peers out at the front, gazing earnestly at the tall figure standing easily 
 there in the flickering light. Then he hails in low tones : 
 
 " That you, Mr. Jerrold ? What is the matter?" 
 
 And the tall figure faces promptly towards the hailing voice. The 
 spurred heels come together with a click, the gauntleted hand rises in 
 soldierly salute to the broad brim of the scouting-hat, and a deep voice 
 answers, respectfully, — 
 
 " It is not Mr. Jerrold, sir. It is Sergeant McLeod, th Cavalry, 
 
 just in with despatches." 
 
 Armitage springs to his feet, sheds his shell of blankets, and steps 
 forth into the glade with his eyes fixed eagerly on the shadowy form in 
 front. He peers under the broad brim, as though striving to see the 
 eyes and features of the tall dragoon. 
 
 "Did you get there in time?" he asks, half wondering whether 
 that was really the question uppermost in his mind. 
 
 "In time to save the survivors, sir; but no attack will be made 
 until the infantry get there." 
 
 " Were you not at Sibley last month?" asks the captain, quickly. 
 
 " Yes, sir, — with the competitors." 
 
 " You went back before your regimental team, did you not?" 
 
 M I No, sir : I went back with them." 
 
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 "You were relieved from duty at Sibley and ordered back before 
 them, were you 'not?" 
 
 Even in the pallid light Armitage could see the hesitation, the flurry 
 of surprise and distress, in the sergeant's face. 
 
 " Don't fear to tell me, man : I would rather hear it than any 
 news you could give me. I would rather know you were not Sergeant 
 McLeod than any fact you could tell. Speak low, man, but tell me 
 here and now. Whatever motive you may have had for this disguise, 
 whatever anger or sorrows in the past, you must sink them now to save 
 the honor of the woman your madness has perilled. Answer me, for 
 your sister's sake : are you not Fred Ren wick ?" 
 
 " Do you swear to me she is in danger ?" 
 
 " By all that's sacred ; and you ought to know it." 
 
 " I am Fred Henwick. Now what can I do ?" 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 The sun is not an hour high, but the bivouac at the springs is far 
 behind. With advance-guard and flankers well out, the regiment is 
 tramping its way, full of eagerness and spirit. The men can hardly 
 refrain from bursting into song, but, although at " route step," the fact 
 that Indian scouts have already been sighted scurrying from bluff to bluff 
 is sufficient to warn all hands to be silent and alert. Wilton with his 
 company is on the dangerous flank, and guards it well. Armitage with 
 Company B covers the advance, and his men are strung out in long 
 skirmish-line across the trail wherever the ground is sufficiently open 
 to admit of deployment. Where it is not, they spring ahead and ex- 
 plore every point where Indian may lurk, and render ambuscade of 
 the main column impossible. With Armitage is McLeod, the cavalry 
 sergeant who made the night ride with the scout who bore the de- 
 spatches. The scout has galloped on towards the railway with news of 
 the rescue, the sergeant guides the infantry reinforcement. Observant 
 men have noted that Armitage and the sergeant have had a vast deal 
 to say to each other during the chill hours of the early morn. Others 
 have noted that at the first brief halt the captain rode back, called 
 Colonel Maynard to one side, and spoke to him in low tones. The 
 colonel was seen to start with astonishment. Then he said a few words 
 to his second in command, and rode forward with Armitage to join the 
 advance. When the regiment moved on again and the head of column 
 
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 hove in sight of the skirmishers, they saw that the colonel, Armitage, 
 and the sergeant of cavalry were riding side by side, and that the officers 
 were paying close attention to all the dragoon was saying. All were 
 eager to hear the particulars of the condition of affairs at the corral, 
 and all were disposed to be envious of the mounted captain who could 
 ride alongside the one participant in the rescuing charge and get it all 
 at first hand. The field-officers, of course, were mounted, but every 
 line-officer marched afoot with his men, except that three horses had 
 been picked up at the railway and impressed by the quartermaster in 
 case of need, and these were assigned to the captains who happened to 
 command the skirmishers and flankers. 
 
 But no man had the faintest idea what manner of story that tall 
 sergeant was telling. It would have been of interest to every soldier 
 in the command, but to no one so much so as to the two who were his 
 absorbed listeners. Armitage, before their early march, had frankly 
 and briefly set before him his suspicions as to the case, and the trouble 
 in which Miss Renwick was involved. No time was to be lost. Any 
 moment might find them plunged in fierce battle ; and who could fore- 
 tell the results? — who could say what might happen to prevent this 
 her vindication ever reaching the ears of her accusers ? Some men 
 wondered why it was that Colonel Maynard sent his compliments to 
 Captain Chester and begged that at the next halt he Would join him. 
 The halt did not come for a long hour, and when it did come it was 
 very brief, but Chester received another message, and went forward to 
 find his colonel sitting in a little grove with the cavalryman, while 
 the orderly held their horses a short space away. Armitage had gone 
 forward to his advance, and Chester showed no surprise at the sight 
 of the sergeant seated side by side with the colonel and in confidential 
 converse with him. There was a quaint, sly twinkle in Maynard's 
 eyes as he greeted his old friend. 
 
 " Chester," said he, " I want you to be better acquainted with my 
 step-son, Mr. Renwick. He has an apology to make to you." 
 
 The tall soldier had risen the instant he caught sight of the new- 
 comer, and even at the half-playful tone of the colonel would relax in 
 no degree his soldierly sense of the proprieties. He stood erect and held 
 his hand at the salute, only very slowly lowering it to take the one 
 so frankly extended him by the captain, who, however, was grave and 
 quiet. 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 303 
 
 %t I have suspected as much since daybreak," lie said ; " and no 
 man is gladder to know it is yon than I am." 
 
 " You would have known it before, sir, had I had the faintest idea 
 of the danger in which my foolhardiness had involved my sister. The 
 colonel has told you of my story. I have told him and Captain 
 Armitage what led to my mad freak at Sibley ; and, while I have 
 much tc make amends for, I want to apologize for the blow I gave 
 you that night on the terrace. I was far more scared than you were, 
 sir." 
 
 " I think we can afford to forgive him, Chester. He knocked us 
 both out," said the colonel. 
 
 Chester bowed gravely. " That was the easiest part of the aifair 
 to forgive," he said, " and it is hardly for me, I presume, to be the 
 only one to blame the sergeant for the trouble that has involved us 
 all, especially your household, colonel." 
 
 " It was expensive masquerading, to say the least," replied the colo- 
 nel ; " but he never realized the consequences until Armitage told him 
 to-day. You must hear his story in brief, Chester. It is needful that 
 three or four of us know it, so that some may be left to set things right 
 at Sibley. God grant us all safe return !" he added, piously, and with 
 deep emotion. " I can far better appreciate our home and happiness 
 than I could a month ago. Now, Ren wick, tell the captain what you 
 have told us." 
 
 And briefly it was told : how in his youthful fury he had sworn 
 never again to set foot within the door of the father and mother who had 
 so wronged the poor girl he loved with boyish fervor ; how he called 
 down the vengeance of heaven upon them in his frenzy and distress ; 
 how he had sworn never again to set eyes on their faces. " May God 
 strike me dead if ever I return to this roof until she is avenged ! 
 May He deal with you as you have dealt with her !" was the curse that 
 flew from his wild lips, and with that he left them, stunned. He went 
 AVest, was soon penniless, and, caring not what he did, seeking change, 
 adventure, anything to take him out of his past, he enlisted in the 
 
 cavalry, and was speedily drafted to the th, which was just starting 
 
 forth on a stirring summer campaign. He was a fine horseman, a fine 
 shot, a man who instantly attracted the notice of his officers : the cam- 
 paign was full of danger, adventure, rapid and constant marching, and 
 before he knew it or dreamed it possible he had become deeply in- 
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 garrison that winter did the service seem intolerable. His comrades 
 were rough, in the main, but thoroughly good-hearted, and he eoon 
 won their esteem. The spring sent them again into the field ; another 
 stirring campaign, and here he won his stripes, and words of praise 
 from the lips of a veteran general officer, as well as the promise of 
 future reward ; and then the love of soldierly deeds and the thirst for 
 soldierly renown took firm hold in his breast. He began to turn towards 
 the mother and father who had been wrapped up in his future, — who 
 loved him so devotedly. He was forgetting his early and passionate 
 love, and the bitter sorrow of her death was losing fast its poignant 
 power to steel him against his kindred. He knew they could not but 
 
 be proud of the record he had made in the ranks of the gallant th, 
 
 and then he shrank and shivered when he recalled the dreadful words 
 of his curse. He had made up his mind to write, implore pardon for 
 his hideous and unfilial language, and invoke their interest in his 
 career, when, returning to Fort Raines for supplies, he picked up a 
 New York paper in the reading-room and read the announcement of 
 his father's death, "whose health had been broken ever since the dis- 
 appearance of his only son, two years before." The memory of his 
 malediction had, indeed, come home to him, and he fell, stricken by a 
 sudden and unaccountable blow. It seemed as though his heart had 
 given one wild leap, then stopped forever. Things did not go so well 
 after this. He brooded over his words, and believed that an avenging 
 God had launched the bolt that killed the father as punishment to the 
 stubborn and recreant son. He then bethought him of his mother, of 
 pretty Alice, who had loved him so as a little girl. He could not 
 bring himself to write, but through inquiries he learned that the house 
 was closed and that they had gone abroad. He plodded on in his duties 
 a trying year : then came more lively field-work and reviving interest. 
 He was forgetting entirely the sting of his first ^reat sorrow, and 
 mourning gravely the gulf he had placed 'twixt him and his. He 
 thought time and again of his cruel words, and something began to 
 whisper to him he must see that mother again at once, kiss her hand, 
 and implore her forgiveness, or she, too, would be stricken suddenly. 
 He saved up his money, hoping that after the summer's rifle- work at 
 Sibley he might get a furlough and go East; and the night he arrived 
 al the fort, tired with his long rail way -journey and panting after a long 
 and difficult climb up-hill, his mother's face swam suddenly before his 
 eves, and he felt himself going down. When they brought him to, 
 
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 he heard that the ladies were Mrs. Maynard and her daughter Miss 
 Renwick, — his own mother, remarried, his own Alice, a grown young 
 woman. This was, indeed, news to put him in a flutter and spoil his 
 shooting. He realized at once that the gulf was wider than ever. 
 How could he go to her now, the wife of a colonel, and he an enlisted 
 man ? Like other soldiers, he forgot that the line of demarcation was 
 one of discipline, not of sympathy. He did not realize what any 
 soldier among his officers would gladly have told him, that he was 
 most worthy to reveal himself now, — a non-commissioned officer whose 
 record was an honor to himself and to his regiment, a soldier of whom 
 officers and comrades alike were proud. He never dreamed — indeed, 
 how few there are who do ! — that a man of his character, standing, 
 and ability is honored and respected by the very men whom the cus- 
 toms of the service require him to speak with only when spoken to. 
 He supposed that only as Fred Renwick could he extend his hand to 
 one of their number, whereas it was under his soldier name he won 
 their trust and admiration, and it was as Sergeant McLeod the officers 
 
 of the th were backing him for a commission that would make him 
 
 what they deemed him fit to be, — their equal. Unable to penetrate the 
 armor of reserve and discipline which separates the officer from the 
 rank and file, he never imagined that the colonel would have been the 
 first to welcome him had he known the truth. He believed that now 
 his last chance of seeing his mother was gone until that coveted com- 
 mission was won. Then came another blow : the doctor told him that 
 with his heart-trouble he could never pass the physical examination : 
 he could not hope for preferment, then, and must see her as he was, and 
 see her secretly and alone. Then came blow after blow. His shooting 
 had failed, so had that of others of his regiment, and he was ordered 
 to return in charge of the party early on the morrow. The order 
 reached him late in the evening, and before breakfast-time on the fol- 
 lowing day he was directed to start with his party for town, thence by 
 rail to his distant post. That night, in desperation, he made his plan. 
 Twice before he had strolled down to the post and with yearning eyes 
 had studied every feature of the colonel's house. He dared ask no 
 questions of servants or of the men in garrison, but he learned enough 
 to know which rooms w r ere theirs, and he had noted that the windows 
 were always open. If he could only see their loved faces, kneel and 
 kiss his mother's hand, pray God to forgive him, he could go away 
 believing that he had undone the spell and revoked the malediction 
 
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 of his early youth. It was hazardous, but worth the danger. Tie 
 could go in peace and sin no more towards mother, at least ; and then 
 if she mourned and missed him, could he not find it oui some day and 
 make himself known to her after his discharge? He slipped out of 
 camp, leaving his boots behind, and wearing his light Apache moccasins 
 and flannel shirt and trousers. Danger to himself he had no great 
 fear of. If by any chance mother or sister should wake, he had but 
 to stretch forth his hand and say, " It is only I, — Fred." Danger to 
 them he never dreamed of. 
 
 Strong and alhletic, despite his slender frame, he easily lifted the 
 ladder from Jerrold's fence, and, dodging the sentry when he spied him 
 at the gate, finally took it down back of the colonel's and raised it to a 
 rear window. By the strangest chance the window was dosed, and he 
 could not budge it. Then he heard the challenge of a sentry around 
 on the east front, and had just time to slip down and lower the ladder 
 when he heard the rattle of a sword and knew it must be the officer 
 of the day. There was no time to carry off the ladder. He left it 
 lying where it was, and sprang down the steps towards the station. 
 Soon he heard Number Five challenge, and knew the officer had passed 
 on : he waited some time, but nothing occurred to indicate that the 
 ladder was discovered, and then, plucking up courage and with a mut- 
 tered prayer for guidance and protection, he stole up-hill again, raised 
 the ladder to the west wall, noiselessly ascended, peered in Alice's win- 
 dow and could see a faint night-light burning in the hall beyond, but 
 that all was darkness there, stole around on the roof of the piazza to 
 the hall window, stepped noiselessly upon the sill, climbed over the 
 lowered sash, and found himself midway between the rooms. He 
 could hear the colonel's placid snoring and the regular breathing of the 
 other sleepers. No time was to be lost. Shading the little night-lamp 
 with one hand, he entered the open door, stole to the bedside, took one 
 long look at his mother's face, knelt, breathed upon, but barely brushed 
 with his trembling lips, the queenly white hand that lay upon the cov- 
 erlet, poured forth one brief prayer to God for protection and blessing 
 for her and forgiveness for him, retraced his steps, and caught sight of 
 the lovely picture of Alice in the Directoire costume. He longed for it 
 and could not resist. She had grown so beautiful, so exquisite. He 
 took it, frame and all, carried it into her room, slipped the card from 
 its place and hid it inside the breast of his shirt, stowed the frame away 
 behind her sofa-pillow, then looked long at the lovely picture she her- 
 
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 self made, lying there sleeping sweetly and peacefully amid the white 
 drapings of her dainty bed. Then 'twas time to go. He put the lamp 
 back in the hall, passed through her room, out at her window, and 
 down the ladder, and had it well on the way back to the hooks on 
 Jerrold's fence when seized and challenged by the officer of the day. 
 Mad terror possessed him then. He struck blindly, dashed off in 
 panicky flight, paid no heed to sentry's cry or whistling missile, but 
 tore like a racer up the path and never slackened speed till Sibley was 
 far behind. 
 
 When morning came, the order that they should go was temporarily 
 suspended : some prisoners were sent to a neighboring military prison, 
 and he was placed in charge, and on his return from this duty learned 
 that the colonel's family had gone to Sablon. The next thing there 
 w r as some strange talk that worried him, — a story that one of the men 
 who had a sweetheart who was second girl at Mrs. Hoyt's brought out 
 to camp, — a story that there was an officer who was too much in love 
 with Alice to keep away from the house even after the colonel so 
 ordered, and that he was prowling around the other night and the 
 colonel ordered Leary to shoot him, — Leary, who w T as on post on 
 Number Five. He felt sure that something was wrong, — felt sure that 
 it was due to his night visit, — and his first impulse was to find his 
 mother and confide the truth to her. He longed to see her again, and, 
 if harm had been done, to make himself known and explain everything. 
 Having no duties to detain him, he got a pass to visit town and permis- 
 sion to be gone a day or more. On Saturday evening he ran down to 
 Sablon, drove over, as Captain Armitage had already told them, and, 
 peering in his mother's room, saw her, still up, though in her night- 
 dress. He never dreamed of the colonel's being out and watching. 
 He had "scouted" all those trees, and no one was nigh. Then he 
 softly called ; she heard, and was coming to him, when again came fierce 
 attack : he had all a soldier's reverence for the person of the colonel, 
 and would never have harmed him had he known 'twas he : it was the 
 night watchman that had grappled with him, he supposed, and he had 
 no compunctions in sending him to grass. Then he fled again, knowing 
 that he had only made bad worse, walked all that night to the station 
 next north of Sablon, — a big town where the early morning train 
 always stopped, — and by ten on Sunday morning he was in uniform 
 again and off with his regimental comrades under orders to haste 
 to their station, — there was trouble with the Indians at Spirit Rock 
 
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 and the th were held in readiness. From beneath his scouting- 
 
 shirt he drew a flat packet, an Indian case, which he carefully un- 
 rolled, and there in its folds of wrappings was the lovely Directoire 
 photograph. 
 
 Whose, then, was the one that Sloat had seen in Jerrold's room ? 
 It was this that Armitage had gone forward to determine, and he found 
 his sad-eyed lieutenant with the skirmishers. 
 
 "Jerrold," said he, with softened manner, "a strange thing is 
 brought to light this morning, and I lose no time in telling you. The 
 man who was seen at Maynard's quarters, coming from Miss Ren wick's 
 room, was her own brother and the colonel's step-son. He was the 
 man who took the photograph from Mrs. Maynard's room, and has 
 proved it this very day, — this very hour." Jerrold glanced up in 
 sudden surprise. " He is with us now, and only one thing remains, 
 which you can clear up. We are going into action, and I may not get 
 through, nor you, nor — who knows who ? Will you tell us now how 
 you came by your copy of that photograph ?" 
 
 For answer Jerrold fumbled in his pocket a moment and drew forth 
 two letters: 
 
 " I wrote these last night, and it was my intention to see that you 
 had them before it grew very hot. One is addressed to you, the other 
 to Miss Beaubien. You had better take them now," he said, wearily. 
 " There may be no time to talk after this. Send hers after it's over, 
 and don't read yours until then." 
 
 " Why, I don't understand this, exactly," said Armitage, puzzled. 
 " Can't you tell me about the picture ?" 
 
 " No. I promised not to while I lived ; but it's the simplest matter 
 in the world, and no one at the colonel's had any hand in it. They 
 never saw this one that I got to show Sloat. It is burned now. I 
 said 'twas given me. That was hardly the truth. I have paid for it 
 dearly enough." 
 
 " And this note explains it ?" 
 
 " Yes. You can read it to-morrow." 
 
 XIX. 
 
 And the morrow has come. Down in a deep and bluff-shadowed 
 valley, hung all around with picturesque crags and pine-crested heights, 
 under a cloudless September sun whose warmth is tempered by the 
 
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 mountain-breeze, a thousand rough-looking, bronzed and bearded and 
 powder-blackened men are resting after battle. 
 
 Here and there on distant ridge and point the cavalry vedettes keep 
 vigilant watch against surprise or renewed attack. Down along the 
 banks of a clear, purling stream a sentry paces slowly by the brown 
 line of rifles, swivel-stacked in the sunshine. Men by the dozen are 
 washing their blistered feet and grimy hands and faces in the cool, re- 
 freshing water; men by the dozen lie soundly sleeping, some in the 
 broad glare, some in the shade of the little clump of willows, all heed- 
 less of the pestering swarms of flies. Out on the broad, grassy slopes, 
 side-lined and watched by keen-eyed guards, the herds of cavalry horses 
 are quietly grazing, forgetful of the wild excitement of yester-even. 
 Every now and then some one of them lifts his head, pricks up his 
 ears, and snorts and stamps suspiciously as he sniffs at the puffs of 
 smoke that come drifting up the valley from the fires a mile away. 
 The waking men, too, bestow an occasional comment on the odor which 
 greets their nostrils. Down-stream where the fires are burning are 
 the blackened remnants of a wagon-train : tires, bolts, and axles are 
 lying about, but all wood-work is in smouldering ashes ; so, too, is all 
 that remains of several hundred-weight of stores and supplies destined 
 originally to nourish the Indians, but, by them, diverted to feed the 
 fire. 
 
 There is a big circle of seething flame and rolling smoke here, too, 
 — a malodorous neighborhood, around which fatigue-parties are work- 
 ing with averted heads; and among them some surly and unwilling 
 Indians, driven to labor at the muzzle of threatening revolver or car- 
 bine, aid in dragging to the flames carcass after carcass of horse and 
 mule, and in gathering together and throwing on the pyre an array of 
 miscellaneous soldier garments, blouses, shirts, and trousers, all more 
 or less hacked and blood-stained, — all of no more use to mortal wearer. 
 
 Out on the southern slopes, just where a ravine crowded with wild- 
 rose bushes opens into the valley, more than half the command is gath- 
 ered, formed in rectangular lines about a number of shallow, elongated 
 pits, in each of which there lies the stiffening form of a comrade who 
 but yesterday joined in the battle-cheer that burst upon the valley with 
 the setting sun. Silent and reverent they stand in their rough cam- 
 paign garb. The escort of infantry " rests on arms ;" the others bow 
 their uncovered heads, and it is the voice of the veteran colonel that, 
 in accents trembling with sympathy and emotion, renders the last 
 
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 tribute to fallen comrades and lifts to heaven the prayers for the dead. 
 Then see ! The mourning groups break away from the southern side ; 
 the brown rifles of the escort are lifted in air; the listening rocks 
 resound to the sudden ring of the flashing volley ; the soft, low, 
 wailing good-by of the trumpets goes floating up the vale, and soon 
 the burial-parties are left alone to cover the once familiar faces with 
 the earth to which the soldier must return, and the comrades who are 
 left, foot and dragoon, come marching, silent, back to camp. 
 
 And when the old regiment begins its homeward journey, leaving 
 the well-won field to the fast-arriving commands and bidding hearty 
 soldier farewell to the cavalry comrades whose friendship they gained 
 in the front of a savage foe, the company that was the first to land its 
 fire in the fight goes back with diminished numbers and under com- 
 mand of its second lieutenant. Alas, poor Jerrold ! 
 
 There is a solemn little group around the camp-fire the night before 
 they go. Frank Armitage, flat on his back, with a rifle-bullet through 
 his thigh, but taking things very coolly for all that, is having a quiet 
 conference with his colonel. Such of the wounded of the entire com- 
 mand as are well enough to travel by easy stages to the railway go with 
 Maynard and the regiment in the morning, and Sergeant McLcod, with 
 his sabre-arm in a sling, is one of these. But the captain of Company 
 B must wait until the surgeons can lift him along in an ambulance and 
 all fear of fever has subsided. To the colonel and Chester he hands 
 the note which is all that is left to comfort poor Nina Beaubien. To 
 them he reads aloud the note addressed to himself: 
 
 " You are right in saying that the matter of my possession of that 
 photograph should be explained. I seek no longer to palliate my 
 action. In making that puppyish bet with Sloat I did believe that I 
 could induce Miss Ren wick or her mother to let me have a copy ; but 
 I was refused so positively that I knew it was useless. This simply 
 added to my desire to have one. The photographer was the same that 
 took the pictures and furnished the albums for our class at graduation, 
 and I, more than any one, had been instrumental in getting the order 
 for him against very active opposition. He had always professed the 
 greatest gratitude to me and a willingness to do anything for me. I 
 wrote to him in strict confidence, told him of the intimate and close 
 relations existing between the colonel's family and me, told him 1 
 wanted it to enlarge and present to her mother on her approaching 
 birthday, and promised him that I would never reveal how I came by 
 
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 the picture so long as I lived; and he sent me one, — just in time. 
 iiave I not paid heavily for my sin ?" 
 
 No one spoke for a moment. Chester was the first to break the 
 silence : 
 
 " Poor fellow! He kept his word to the photographer; but what 
 was it worth to a woman ?" 
 
 There had been a week of wild anxiety and excitement at Sibley. 
 It was known through the columns of the press that the regiment had 
 hurried forward from the railway the instant it reached the Colorado 
 trail, that it could not hope to get through to the valley of the Spirit 
 Wolf without a fight, and that the moment it succeeded in joining 
 hands with the cavalry already there a vigorous attack would be made 
 on the Indians. The news of the rescue of the survivors of Thornton's 
 command came first, and with it the tidings that Maynard and his regi- 
 ment were met only thirty miles from the scene and were pushing for- 
 ward. The next news came two days later, and a wail went up even 
 while men were shaking hands and rejoicing over the gallant fight that 
 had been made, and women were weeping for joy and thanking God 
 that those whom they held dearest were safe. It was down among the 
 wives of the sergeants and other veterans that the blow struck hardest 
 at Sibley ; for the stricken officers were unmarried men, while among 
 the rank and file there were several who never came back to the little 
 ones who bore their name. Company B had suffered most, for the 
 Indians had charged fiercely on its deployed but steadfast line. Armi- 
 tage almost choked and broke down when telling the colonel about it 
 that night as he lay under the willows : " It was the first smile I had 
 seen on his face since I got back, — that with which he looked up in 
 ray eyes and whispered good-by, — and died, — just after we drove them 
 back. My turn came later." Old Sloat, too, " had his customary 
 crack/' as he expressed it, — a shot through the wrist that made him 
 hop and swear savagely until some of the men got to laughing at the 
 comical figure he cut, and then he turned and damned them with hearty 
 good will, and seemed all oblivious of the bullets that went zipping 
 past his frosting head. Young Rollins, to his inexpressible pride and 
 comfort, had a build -hole through his scouting-hat and another through 
 his shoulder-strap that raised a big welt on the white skin beneath, but, 
 to the detriment of promotion, no captain was killed, and Jerrold gave 
 the only file. 
 
 The one question \t Sibley was, "What will Nina Bcaubien do?" 
 
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 She did nothing. She would see nobody from the instant the news 
 came. She had hardly slept at night, — was always awake at dawn and 
 out at the gate to get the earliest copy of the morning papers ; but the 
 news reached them at nightfall, and when some of the ladies from the 
 fort drove in to offer their sympathy and condolence in the morning, 
 and to make tender inquiry, the answer at the door was that Miss 
 Nina saw nobody, that her mother alone was with her, and that " she 
 was very still." And so it went for some days. Then there came the 
 return of the command to Sibley ; and hundreds of people went up 
 from town to see the six companies of the fort garrison march up 
 the winding road amid the thunder of welcome from the guns of the 
 light battery and the exultant strains of the band. Mrs. Maynard and 
 Alice were the only ladies of the circle who were not there : a son and 
 brother had joined them, after long absence, at Aunt Grace's cottage 
 at Sablon, was the explanation, and the colonel would bring them home 
 in a few days, after he had attended to some important matters at the 
 fort. In the first place, Chester had to see to it that the tongue of 
 scandal was slit, so far as the colonel's household was concerned, and 
 all good people notified that no such thing had happened as was popu- 
 larly supposed (and " everybody" received the announcement with the 
 remark that she knew all along it couldn't be so), and that a grievous 
 and absurd but most mortifying blunder had been made. It was a 
 most unpleasant ghost to " down," the shadow of that scandal, for it 
 would come up to the surface of garrison chat at all manner of con- 
 fidential moments ; but no man or woman could safely speak of it to 
 Chester. It was gradually assumed that he was the man who had done 
 all the blundering and that he was supersensitive on the subject. 
 
 There was another thing never satisfactorily explained to some of 
 the garrison people, and that was Nina Beaubien's strange conduct. In 
 less than a week lihe was seen on the street in colors, — brilliant colors, 
 — when it was known she had ordered deep mourning, and then she 
 suddenly disappeared and went with her silent old mother abroad. 
 To this day no woman in society understands it, for when she came 
 back, long, long afterwards, it was a subject on which she would never 
 speak. There were one or two who ventured to ask, and the answer 
 was, " For reasons that concern me alone." But it took no great power 
 of mental vision to see that her heart wore black for him forever. 
 
 His letter explained it all. She had received it with a paroxysm| 
 of passionate grief and joy, kissed it, covered it with wildest caresses 
 
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 before she began to read, and then, little by little, as the words un- 
 folded before her staring eyes, turned cold as stone : 
 
 " It is my last night of life, Nina, and I am glad 'tis so. Proud 
 and sensitive as I am, the knowledge that every man in my regiment 
 has turned from me, — that I have not a friend among them, — that 
 there is no longer a place for me in their midst, — more than all, that I 
 deserve their contempt, — has broken my heart. We will be in battle 
 before the setting of another snn. Any man who seeks death in In- 
 dian fight can find it easily enough, and I can compel their respect in 
 spite of themselves. They will not recognize me, living, as one of them ; 
 but dying on the field, they have to place me on their roll of honor. 
 
 " But now I turn to you. What have I been, — what am I, — to 
 have won such love as yours ? May God in heaven forgive me for my 
 past ! All too late I hate and despise the man I have been, — the man 
 whom you loved. One last act of justice remains. If I died without 
 it you would mourn me faithfully, tenderly, lovingly, for years, but if I 
 tell the truth you will see the utter unworthiness of the man, and your 
 love will turn to contempt. It is hard to do this, knowing that in 
 doing it I kill the only genuine regret and dry the only tear that 
 would bless my memory ; but it is the one sacrifice I can make to com- 
 plete my self-humiliation, and it is the one thing that is left me that 
 will free you. It will sting at first, but, like the surgeon's knife, its 
 cut is mercy. Nina, the very night I came to you on the bluffs, the 
 very night you perilled your honor to have that parting interview, I 
 went to you with a lie on my lips. I had told her we were nothing to 
 each other, — you and I. More than that, I was seeking her love; I 
 hoped I could win her ; and had she loved me I woidd have turned 
 from you to make her my wife. Nina, I loved Alice Ren wick. Good- 
 by. Don't mourn for me after this." 
 
 XX. 
 
 They were having a family conclave at Sablon. The furlough 
 granted Sergeant McLeod on account of wound received in action with 
 hostile Indians w 7 ould soon expire, and the question was, should he ask 
 an extension, apply for a discharge, or go back and rejoin his troop? 
 It was a matter on which there was much diversity of opinion. Mrs. 
 Maynard should naturally be permitted first choice, and to her w^ish 
 there was every reason for according deep and tender consideration. 
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 No words can tell of the rapture of that reunion with her long-lost son. 
 It was a scene over which the colonel could never ponder without deep 
 emotion. The telegrams and letters by which he carefully prepared her 
 for Frederick's coming were all insufficient. She knew well that her 
 boy must have greatly changed and matured, but when this tall, 
 bronzed, bearded, stalwart man sprang from the old red omnibus and 
 threw his one serviceable arm around her trembling form, the mother 
 was utterly overcome. Alice left them alone together a full hour before 
 even she intruded, and little by little, as the days went by and Mrs. 
 Maynard realized that it was really her Fred who was whistling about 
 the cottage or booming trooper songs in his great basso profundo, and 
 glorying in his regiment and the cavalry life he had led, a wonderful 
 content and joy shone in her handsome face. It was not until the 
 colonel announced that it was about time for them to think of going 
 back to Sibley that the cloud came. Fred said he couldn't go. 
 
 In fact, the colonel himself had been worrying a little over it. As 
 Fred Renwick, the tall distinguished young man in civilian costume, 
 lie would be welcome anywhere ; but, though his garb was that of the 
 sovereign citizen so long as his furlough lasted, there were but two 
 weeks more of it left, and officially he was nothing more nor less than 
 Sergeant McLeod, Troop B, th Cavalry, and there was no prece- 
 dent for a colonel's entertaining as an honored guest and social equal 
 one of the enlisted men of the army. He rather hoped that Fred 
 would yield to his mother's entreaties and apply for a discharge. His 
 wound and the latent trouble with his heart would probably render it 
 an easy matter to obtain ; and yet he was ashamed of himself for the 
 feeling. 
 
 Then there was Alice. It was hardly to be supposed that so very high 
 bred a young woman would relish the idea of being seen around Fort 
 Sibley on the arm of her brother the sergeant ; but, wonderful to relate, 
 Miss Alice took a radically different view of the whole situation. So 
 far from wishing Fred out of the army, she importuned him day after 
 day until he got out his best uniform, with its resplendent chevrons and 
 stripes of vivid yellow, and the yellow helmet-cords, though they were 
 but humble worsted, and when he came forth in that dress, with the 
 bronze medal on his left breast and the sharpshooter's silver cross, 
 his tall athletic figure showing to such advantage, his dark, Southern, 
 manly features so enhanced by contrast with his yellow facings, she 
 clapped her hands with a cry of delight and sprang into his one avail- 
 
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 able arm and threw her own about his neck and kisscil him again and 
 again. Even mamma had to admit he looked astonishingly well ; but 
 Alice declared she would never thereafter be reconciled to seeing him in 
 anything but a cavalry uniform. The colonel found her not at all of 
 her mother's way of thinking. She saw no reason why Fred should 
 leave the service. Other sergeants had won their commissions every 
 year : why not he ? Even if it were some time in coming, was there 
 shame or degradation in being a cavalry sergeant ? Not a bit of it ! 
 Fred himself was loath to quit. He was getting a little homesick, too, 
 — homesick for the boundless life and space and air of the broad 
 frontier, — homesick for the rapid movement and vigorous hours in the 
 saddle and on the scout. His arm was healing, and such a delight of a 
 letter had come from his captain, telling him that the adjutant had just 
 been to see him about the new staff of the regiment. The gallant 
 sergeant-major, a young Prussian of marked ability, had been killed 
 early in the campaign ; the vacancy must soon be filled, and the colonel 
 and the adjutant both thought at once of Sergeant McLeod. " I won't 
 stand in your w T ay, sergeant," wrote his troop commander, " but you 
 know that old Byan is to be discharged at the end of his sixth enlist- 
 ment the 10th of next month; there is no man I would sooner see in 
 his place as first sergeant of my troop than yourself, and I hate to lose 
 you ; but, as it will be for the gain and the good of the Avhole regiment, 
 you ought to accept the adjutant's offer. All the men rejoice to heai 
 you are recovering so fast, and all will be glad to see Sergeant McLeod 
 back again." 
 
 Even Mrs. Maynard could not but see the pride and comfort this 
 letter gave her son. Her own longing was to have him established in 
 some business in the East ; but he said frankly he had no taste for it, 
 and would only pine for the old life in the saddle. There were other 
 reasons, too, said he, why he felt that he could not go back to New 
 York, and his voice trembled, and Mrs. Maynard said no more. It 
 was the sole allusion he had made to the old, old sorrow, but it was 
 plain that the recovery was incomplete. The colonel and the doctor at 
 Sibley believed that Fred could be carried past the medical board by a 
 little management, and everything began to look as though he would 
 have his way. All they were waiting for, said the colonel, was to hear 
 from Armitage. He was still at Fort Russell with the head-quarters 
 
 and several troops of the th Cavalry : his wound was too severe 
 
 for him to travel farther for weeks to come, but he could write, and he 
 
316 v FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 had been consulted. They were sitting under the broad piazza at 
 Sablon, looking out at the lovely, placid lake, and talking it over 
 among themselves. 
 
 " I have always leaned on Armitage ever since I first came to the 
 regiment and found him adjutant/' said the colonel. " I always found 
 his judgment clear ; but since our last experience I have begun to look 
 upon him as infallible." 
 
 Alice Renwick's face took on a flood of crimson as she sat there by 
 her brother's side, silent and attentive. Only within the week that fol- 
 lowed their return — the colonel's and her brother's — had the story of 
 the strange complication been revealed to them. Twice had she heard 
 from Fred's lips the story of Frank Armitage's greeting that frosty 
 morning at the springs. Time and again had she made her mother go 
 over the colonel's account of the confidence and faith he had expressed 
 in there being a simple explanation of the whole mystery, and of his 
 indignant refusal to attach one moment's suspicion to her. Shocked, 
 stunned, outraged as she felt at the mere fact that such a story had 
 gained an instant's credence in garrison circles, she was overwhelmed 
 by the weight of circumstantial evidence that had been arrayed against 
 her. Only little by little did her mother reveal it to her. Only after 
 several days did Fred repeat the story of his night adventure and his 
 theft of her picture, of his narrow escape, and of his subsequent visit to 
 the cottage. Only gradually had her mother revealed to her the cir- 
 cumstances of Jerrold's wager with Sloat, and the direful consequences; 
 of his double absences the very nights on which Fred had made his 
 visits ; of the suspicions that resulted, the accusations, and his refusal 
 to explain and clear her name. Mrs. Maynard felt vaguely relieved to 
 see how slight an impression the young man had made on her daughter's 
 heart. Alice seemed but little surprised to hear of the engagement to 
 Nina Beaubien, of her rush to his rescue, and their romantic parting. 
 The tragedy of his death hushed all further talk on that subject. There 
 was one on which she could not hear enough, and that was about the 
 man who had been most instrumental in the rescue of her name and 
 honor. Alice had only tender sorrow and no reproach for her step-father 
 when, after her mother told her the story of his sad experience twenty 
 years before, she related his distress of mind and suspicion when he read 
 Jerrold's letter. It was then that Alice said, " And against that piece 
 of evidence no man, I suppose, would hold me guiltless." 
 
 " You are wrong, dear," was her mother's answer. " It was power- 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 317 
 
 less to move Captain Armitage. He scouted the idea of your guilt from 
 the moment he set eyes on yon, and never rested until he had overturned 
 the last atom of evidence. Even I had to explain," said her mother, 
 " simply to confirm his theory of the light Captain Chester had seen, 
 and the shadows and the form at the window. It was just exactly as 
 Armitage reasoned it out. I was wretched and wakeful, sleeping but 
 fitfully, that night. I arose and took some bromide about three o'clock, 
 imd soon afterwards heard a fall, or a noise like one. I thought of you, 
 and got up and went in your room, and all was quiet there, but it seemed 
 close and warm : so I raised your shade, and then left both your door 
 and mine open and went back to bed. I dozed away presently, and 
 then woke feeling all startled again, — don't you know? — the sensation 
 one experiences when aroused from sleep, certain that there has been a 
 strange and startling noise, and yet unable to tell what it was ? I lay 
 still a moment, but the colonel slept through it all, and I wondered at 
 it. I knew there had been a shot, or something, but could not bear to 
 disturb him. At last I got up again and went to your room to be sure 
 you were all right, and you were sleeping soundly still ; but a breeze 
 was beginning to blow and flap your shade to and fro, so I drew it and 
 went out, taking my lamp with me this time and softly closing your 
 door behind me. See how it all seemed to fit in with everything else 
 that had happened. It took a man with a will of his own and an un- 
 shaken faith in woman to stand firm against such evidence." 
 
 And, though Alice Renwick was silent, she appreciated the fact 
 none the less. Day after day she clung to her stalwart brother's side. 
 She had ceased to ask questions about Captain Armitage and that 
 strange greeting after the first day or two, but, oddly enough, she could 
 never let him talk long of any subject but that campaign, of his ride 
 with the captain to the front, of the long talk they had had, and then 
 the stirring fight and the magnificent way in which Armitage had 
 handled his long skirmish-line. He was enthusiastic in his praise of 
 the tall Saxon captain. He soon noted how silent and absorbed she 
 sat when he was the theme of discourse; he incidentally mentioned 
 little things " he" had said about " her" that morning, and marked 
 how her color rose and her eyes flashed quick, joyful, questioning 
 glance at his face, then fell in maiden shyness. He had speedily 
 gauged the cause of that strange excitement displayed by Armitage 
 at seeing him the morning he rode in with the scout. Now he was 
 gauging, with infinite delight, the other side of the question. Then, 
 
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318 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 brother-like, he began to twit and tease her ; and that was the last of 
 the confidences. 
 
 All the same it was an eager group that surrounded the colonel the 
 evening he came down with the captain's letter. " It settles the thing 
 in my mind. We'll go back to Sibley to-morrow ; and as for you, 
 Sergeant-Major Fred, your name has gone in for a commission, and 
 I've no doubt a very deserving sergeant will be spoiled in making a 
 very good-for-nothing second lieutenant. Get you back to your regi- 
 ment, sir, and call on Captain Armitage as soon as you reach Fort 
 Russell, and tell him you are much obliged. He has been blowing 
 your trumpet for you there ; and, as some of those cavalrymen have 
 sense enough to appreciate the opinion of such a soldier as my ex- 
 adjutant, — some of them, mind you : I don't admit that all cavalry- 
 men have sense enough to keep them out of perpetual trouble, — you 
 came in for a hearty endorsement, and you'll probably be up before the 
 next board for examination. Go and bone your Constitution, and the 
 Rule of Three, and who was the father of Zebedee's children, and the 
 order of the Ptolemies and the Seleucidse, and other such things that 
 they'll be sure to ask you as indispensable to the mental outfit of an 
 Indian-fighter." It was evident that the colonel was in joyous mood. 
 But Alice was silent. She wanted to hear the letter. He would have 
 handed it to Frederick, but both Mrs. Maynard and Aunt Grace 
 clamored to hear it read aloud : so he cleared his throat and began : 
 
 "My dear Colonel, — 
 
 " Fred's chances for a commission are good, as the enclosed papers 
 will show you; but even were this not the case I would have but one 
 thing to say in answer to your letter : he should go back to his troop. 
 
 " Whatever our friends and fellow-citizens may think on the subject, 
 I hold that the profession of the soldier is to the full as honorable as 
 any in civil life ; and it is liable at any moment to be more useful. I 
 do not mean the officer alone. I say, and mean, the soldier. As for 
 me, I would rather be first sergeant of my troop or company, or ser- 
 geant-major of my regiment, than any lieutenant in it except the adju- 
 tant. Hope of promotion is all that can make a subaltern's life en- 
 durable, but the staff-sergeant or the first sergeant, honored and 
 respected by his officers, decorated for bravery by Congress, and looked 
 up to by his comrades, is a king among men. The pay has nothing 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 319 
 
 to do with it. I say to Ren wick, l Come back as soon as your wound 
 will let you/ and I envy him the welcome that will be his. 
 
 " As for me, I am even more eager to get back to you all ; but 
 things look very dubious. The doctors shake their heads at anything 
 under a month, and say I'll be lucky if I eat my Thanksgiving dinner 
 with you. If trying to get well is going to help, October shall not be 
 done with before B Company will report me present again. 
 
 " I need not tell you, my dear old friend, how I rejoice with you in 
 your — ■hum and haw and this is all about something else," goes on the 
 colonel, in malignant disregard of the longing looks in the eyes of three 
 women, all of whom are eager to hear the rest of it, and one of whom 
 wouldn't say so for worlds. " Write to me often. Remember me 
 warmly to the ladies of your household. I fear Miss Alice would de- 
 spise this wild, open prairie-country; there is no golden-rod here, and I 
 so often see her as — hum and hum and all that sort of talk of no interest 
 to anybody," says he, with a quizzical look over his " bows" at the 
 lovely face and form bending forward with forgetful eagerness to hear 
 how " he so often sees her." And there is a great bunch of golden-rod 
 in her lap now, and a vivid blush on her cheek. The colonel is waxing 
 as frivolous as Fred, and quite as great a tease. 
 
 And then October comes, and Fred has gone, and the colonel and 
 his household are back at Sibley, where the garrison is enraptured at 
 seeing them, and where the women precipitate themselves upon them 
 in tumultuous welcome. If Alice cannot quite make up her mind to 
 return the kisses, and shrinks slightly from the rapturous embrace of 
 some of the younger and more impulsive of the sisterhood, — if Mrs. 
 Maynard is a trifle more distant and stately than was the case before 
 they went away, — the garrison does not resent it. The ladies don't 
 wonder they feel indignant at the way people behaved and talked ; and 
 each lady is sure that the behavior and the talk were all somebody 
 else's ; not by any possible chance could it be laid at the door of the 
 speaker. And Alice is the reigning belle beyond dispute, though there 
 is only subdued gayety at the fort, for the memory of their losses at 
 the Spirit Wolf is still fresh in the minds of the regiment. But no 
 man alludes to the events of the black August night, no woman is 
 permitted to address either Mrs. Maynard or her daughter on the sub- 
 ject. There are some who seek to be confidential and who cautiously 
 feel their way for an opening, but the mental sparring is vain : there is 
 an indefinable something that tells the intruder, " Thus far, and no 
 
320 FROM THE RANKS. 
 
 farther." Mrs. Maynard is courteous, cordial, and hospitable, Alice 
 sweet and gracious and sympathetic, even, but confidential never. 
 
 And then Captain Armitage, late in the month, comes home on 
 crutches, and his men give him a welcome that makes the rafters ring, 
 and he rejoices in it and thanks them from his heart ; but there is a 
 welcome his eyes plead for that would mean to him far more than any 
 other. How wistfully he studies her face ! How unmistakable is the 
 love and worship in every tone ! How quickly the garrison sees it all, 
 and how mad the garrison is to see whether or not 'tis welcome to her ! 
 But Alice Renwick is no maiden to be lightly won. The very thought 
 that the garrison had so easily given her over to Jerrold is enough to 
 mantle her cheek with indignant protest. She accepts his attentions, 
 as she does those of the younger officers, with consummate grace. She 
 shows no preference, will grant no favors. She makes fair distribution 
 of her dances at the hops at the fort and the parties in town. There 
 are young civilians who begin to be devoted in society and to come out 
 to the fort on every possible opportunity, and these, too, she welcomes 
 with laughing grace and cordiality. She is a glowing, radiant, gor- 
 geous beauty this cool autumn, and she rides and drives and dances, 
 and, the women say, flirts, and looks handsomer every day, and poor 
 Armitage is beginning to look very grave and depressed. " He wooes 
 and wins not," is the cry. His wound has almost healed, so far as the 
 thigh is concerned, and his crutches are discarded, but his heart is 
 bleeding, and it tells on his general condition. The doctors say he 
 ought to be getting well faster, and so they tell Miss Renwick, — at 
 least somebody does ; but still she relents not, and it is something 
 beyond the garrison's power of conjecture to decide what the result 
 will be. Into her pretty white-and-yellow room no one penetrates 
 except at her invitation, even when the garrison ladies are spending the 
 day at the colonel's ; and even if they did there would be no visible 
 sign by which they could judge whether his flowers were treasured or 
 his picture honored above others. Into her brave and beautiful nature 
 none can gaze and say with any confidence either " she loves" or " she 
 loves not." Winter comes, with biting cold and blinding snow, and 
 still there is no sign. The joyous holidays, the glad New Year, are 
 almost at hand, and still there is no symptom of surrender. No one 
 dreams of the depth and reverence and gratitude and loyalty and 
 strength of the love that is burning in her heart until, all of a sudden,^ 
 
FROM THE BANKS. 321 
 
 in the most unexpected and astonishing way, it bursts forth in sight 
 of all. 
 
 They had been down skating on the slough, a number of the 
 youngsters and the daughters of the garrison. Rollins was there, 
 doing the devoted to Mamie Gray, and already there were gossips 
 whispering that she would soon forget she ever knew such a beau as 
 Jerrold in the new-found happiness of another one ; Hall was there 
 with the doctor's pretty daughter, and Mrs. Hoyt was matronizing the 
 party, which would, of course, have been incomplete without Alice. She 
 had been skating hand in hand with a devoted young subaltern in the 
 artillery, and poor Armitage, whose leg was unequal to skating, had been 
 ruefully admiring the scene. He had persuaded Sloat to go out and 
 walk with him, and Sloat went ; but the hollow mockery of the whole 
 thing became apparent to him after they had been watching the skaters 
 awhile, and he got chilled and wanted Armitage to push ahead. The 
 captain said he believed his leg was too stiff for further tramping and 
 would be the better for a rest ; and Sloat left him. 
 
 Heavens ! how beautiful she was, with her sparkling eyes and 
 radiant color, glowing with the graceful exercise ! He sat there on 
 an old log, watching the skaters as they flew by him, and striving to 
 keep up an impartial interest, or an appearance of it, for the other girls. 
 But the red sun was going down, and twilight was on them all of a 
 sudden, and he could see nothing but that face and form. He closed 
 his eyes a moment to shut out the too eager glare of the glowing disk 
 taking its last fierce peep at them over the western bluffs, and as he 
 closed them the same vision came back, — the picture that had haunted 
 his every living, dreaming moment since the beautiful August Sunday 
 in the woodland lane at Sablon. With undying love, with changeless 
 passion, his life was given over to the fair, slender maiden he had seen 
 in all the glory of the sunshine and the golden-rod, standing with up- 
 lifted head, with all her soul shining in her beautiful eyes and thrilling 
 in her voice. Both worshipping and worshipped was Alice Benwick 
 as she sang her hymn of praise in unison with the swelling chorus that 
 floated through the trees from the little brown church upon the hill. 
 From that day she was Queen Alice in every thought, and he her loyal, 
 faithful knight for weal or woe. 
 
 Boom went the sunset gun far up on the parade above them. 
 ? Twas dinner-time, and the skaters were compelled to give up their pas- 
 time. Armitage set his teeth at the entirely too devotional attitude of 
 
322 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 the artilleryman as he slowly and lingeringly removed her skates, and 
 turned away in that utterly helpless frame of mind which will overtake 
 the strongest men on similar occasions. He had been sitting too long in 
 the cold, and was chilled through and stiff, and his wounded leg seemed 
 numb. Leaning heavily on his stout stick, he began slowly and pain- 
 fully the ascent to the railway, and chose for the purpose a winding 
 path that was far less steep, though considerably longer, than the sharp 
 climb the girls and their escorts made so light of. One after another 
 the glowing faces of the fair skaters appeared above the embankment, 
 and their gallants carefully convoyed them across the icy and slippery 
 track to the wooden platform beyond. Armitage, toiling slowly up his 
 pathway, heard their blithe laughter, and thought with no little bitter- 
 ness that it was a case of " out of sight out of mind" with him, as with 
 better men. What sense was there in his long devotion to her ? Why 
 stand between her and the far more natural choice of a lover nearer 
 her years? "Like unto like" was Nature's law. It was flying in the 
 face of Providence to expect to win the love of one so young and fair, 
 when others so young and comely craved it. The sweat was beaded 
 on his forehead as he neared the top and came in sight of the platform. 
 Yes, they had no thought for him. Already Mrs. Hoyt was half-way 
 up the wooden stairs, and the others w T ere scattered more or less between 
 that point and the platform at the station. Far down at the south end 
 paced the fur-clad sentry. There it was an easy step from the track to 
 the boards, and there, with much laughter but no difficulty, the young 
 officers had lifted their fair charges to the walk. All were chatting 
 gayly as they turned away to take the wooden causeway from the station 
 to the stairs, and Miss Renwick was among the foremost at the point 
 where it left the platform. Here, however, she glanced back and then 
 about her, and then, bending down, began fumbling at the buttons of 
 her boot. 
 
 "Oh, permit me, Miss Renwick," said her eager escort. "I will 
 button it." 
 
 " Thanks, no. Please don't wait, good people. I'll be with you in 
 an instant." 
 
 And so the other girls, absorbed in talk with their respective gal- 
 lants, passed her by, and then Alice Renwick again stood erect and 
 looked anxiously but quickly back. 
 
 " Captain Armitage is not in sight, and we ought not to leave him. 
 He may not find it easy to climb to that platform," she said. 
 
FROM THE RANKS. 323 
 
 " Armitage? Oh, he'll come on all right," answered the battery- 
 man, with easy assurance. " Maybe he has gone round by the road. 
 Even if he hasn't, I've seen him make that in one jump many a time. 
 He's an active old buffer for his years." 
 
 "But his wound may prove too much for that jump now. Ah 
 there he comes," she answered, with evident relief; and just at the 
 moment, too, the forage-cap of the tall soldier rose slowly into view 
 some distance up the track, and he <;ame walking slowly down on the 
 sharp curve towards the platform, the same sharp curve continuing on 
 out of sight behind him, — behind the high and rocky bluff. 
 
 " He's taken the long way up," said the gunner. " "Well, shall we 
 go on?" 
 
 "Not yet," she said, with eyes that were glowing strangely and a 
 voice that trembled. Her cheeks, too, were paling. " Mr. Stuart, 
 I'm sure I heard the roar of a train echoed back from the other side." 
 
 " Nonsense, Miss Renwick ! There's no train either way for two 
 hours yet." 
 
 But she had begun to edge her way back toward the platform, and 
 he could not but follow. Looking across the intervening space, — a 
 rocky hollow twenty feet in depth, — he could see that the captain had 
 reached the platform and was seeking for a good place to step up ; then 
 that he lifted his right foot and placed it on the planking and with his 
 cane and the stiff and wounded left leg strove to push himself on. 
 Had there been a hand to help him, all would have been easy enough ; 
 but there was none, and the plan w T ould not work. Absorbed in his 
 efforts, he could not see Stuart ; he did not see that Miss Renwick had 
 left her companions and was retracing her steps to get back to the 
 platform. He heard a sudden dull roar from the rocks across the 
 stream ; then a sharp, shrill whistle just around the bluff. My God ! 
 a train, and that man there, alone, helpless, deserted ! Stuart gave a 
 shout of agony : " Back ! Roll back over the bank !" Armitage 
 glanced around ; determined ; gave one mighty effort ; the iron-ferruled 
 stick slipped on the icy track, and down he went, prone between the 
 glistening rails, even as the black vomiting monster came thundering 
 round the bend. He had struck his head upon the iron, and was 
 stunned, not senseless, but scrambled to his hands and knees and strove 
 to crawl away. Even as he did so he heard a shriek of anguish in his 
 ears, and with one wild leap Alice Renwick came flying from the plat- 
 form in the very face of advancing leath, and the next instant, her arm 
 
324 FROM THE BANKS. 
 
 clasped about his neck, his strong arms tightly clasping her, they were 
 lying side by side, bruised, stunned, but safe, in a welcoming snow-drift 
 half-way down the hither bank. 
 
 When Stuart reached the scene, as soon as the engine and some 
 wrecking-cars had thundered by, he looked down upon a picture that 
 dispelled any lingering doubt in his mind. Armitage, clasping Queen 
 Alice to his heart, was half rising from the blessed mantlet of the snow, 
 and she, her head upon his broad^shoulder, was smiling faintly up into 
 his face : then the glorious eyes closed in a death-like swoon. 
 
 Fort Sibley had its share of sensations that eventful year. Its 
 crowning triumph in the one that followed was the wedding in the 
 early spring. Of all the lovely women there assembled, the bride by 
 common consent stood unrivalled, — Queen Alice indeed. There was 
 some difference of opinion among authorities as to who was really the 
 finest-looking and most soldierly among the throng of officers in the 
 conventional full-dress uniform : many there were who gave the palm 
 to the tall, dark, slender lieutenant of cavalry who wore his shoulder- 
 knots for the first time on this occasion, and who, for a man from the 
 ranks, seemed consummately at home in the manifold and trying duties 
 of a groomsman. Mrs. Maynard, leaning on his arm at a later hour 
 and looking up rapturously in his bronzed features, had no divided 
 opinion. While others had by no means so readily forgotten or for- 
 given the mad freak that so nearly involved them all in wretched mis- 
 understanding, she had nothing but rejoicing in his whole career. 
 Proud of the gallant officer who had won the daughter whom she 
 loved so tenderly, she still believes, in the depths of the boundless 
 mother-love, that no man can quite surpass her soldier son. 
 
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