Pittston Gazette

              •s- mm II V"";?.™[ • Oldest NewsDaDer in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, MARCH 21, 1890. -I -V-. \ Weedy Local and Familv lournal tront, ana the swinging door Diew open ahead of the porter, who was heard banging shut the outer portal. Then he hurried in. upon ana su/rounaea oy a group tnat grew larger every minute. Released finally from the welcoming embrace of husband, Mrs. Rayner found time to present the other and younger officers to her sister. As many as half a dozen had followed the captain in his wild rush upon the car, and, while he and his baby boy were resuming acquaintanceship fcfUr a separation of many long months, Miss Traver3 found herself the center 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 despitethe fatigue of her long journey she was looking dangerously pretty, as Capt. 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. "Cut be bio wed i by gad, if any m«n asked me to testify on oath as to where the cut lay, I shouldsav he had cut them. Did you see how he ignored Foster and Graham this morning?" "I did, and I thought it damned ongentlemanly in him. Those fellows did the proper thing, and he ought to hare acknowledged it," broke in a third officer. "I'm not defending that point; Lord knows he has done nothing to encourage civility with his own people; bat there are two sides to every sto asked their adjutant last fa there was some talk of his cC being sent here, what Hayne was, and he told me. TherC squarer man or sounder soldic army than the adjutant of th and he said that it was Hayne's pride that more than'anything C in the way of his restoration standing. He had made it a every one who was not for against him, and refused to man to his society who come to him of his he belie ted him that involved the r ing upon Rayner grossly and. pers I THE DESERTER. oI 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 eyebrows. She looked, moreover, like a woman with a capacity for influencing 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 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. The young man quietly laid down his book and arose. "I will inquire, madam," he said, with grave courtesy. "You Bhall know in a moment." shape, ana 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 tho open doorway in pursuit of puss. After the first gallant instinct of battle her nerve had given out, and she had sought safety in flight. ana men—on active ana stirring campaigns against the Indians—and among his own regiment he knew that deep in their hearts the —th respected and believed in him, even when they growled at garrison exactions which seemed uncalled for. The infantrv officers knew less of him as a sterling campaigner, and were not so well pleased with-Wr 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 afterward—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 nuiiber of officers, most of whom were educated gentlemen, hammering 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. Kneeling due to 0113 of their o-.vn ciotn: bit it was with evident doubt of the result. They redJened when he met their 'tentative--which was that of a gentle- Iman—with a cold lojk of utter repudiation. He did not choose to 6ee them. "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." "Can some of you gentlemen oblige me with some whisky or brandy?" he asked. "We've got some frozen soldiers aboard. Two of 'em are pretty nearly gone." By (Japt. OHAELES ma, U. 8. A. And even as she spoke, and as he was pulling on an overcoat, the 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 lookfrozen!"id, of course, that ended it. Author of "Dunravtn Ranch," "The Colo- neTt Daughter"Mar-ion't _/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 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 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. —-1 Faith," Etc., Etc. Two of the card players dropped their hands and started for their section at once. Before they could rummage in their bags for the required 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 always carry it in traveling, Nellie—in case of accident or illness, and I'm most thankful I have it now." [Ooprrifht, by J. B. Lipplneott Company, Philapublished by special arrangement "Oh, don't let them hurt her!" cried Miss Travers, as she darted into tho hall and gazed desparinglv 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 excited 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, terrified and wildly excited, yet unharmed, there came springing lightly down the steps the young man in civilian dress who was their fellow traveler on the Pullman. Without a word he gave hia 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 ho came, leaving Miss Travers suddenly stricken dumb. CHAPTER I. "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, or tell officers from men. Surely that must be Capt. Wayne—and Maj. Stannard. Oh, what can it mean?" "Ever so much obliged, ma'am," said the porter, "but this would be only a thimbleful and I can get a quart bottle are they?" said the person thus referred to, as he came down the aislo with a big brown bottle in his hand. "Come, Jim, let's go and see what we can do. One of you gentlemen takz 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 hrsiU.ted one moment. 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: She had promptly inspired the small, candy crusted explorer with such awe that he bad 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 traveler 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 challenged to prove that they were sisters—a statement which aroused the "You were wise in providing against possibilities as you did, Kate," ho 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." The young man had suddenly leaped to the window behind them, and was gazing out with an eagerness and inter, est little less apparent than her own; but in a moment the train had whisked them out of sight of the storm beaten troopers. Then he hurried to the rear window of the car, and Mrs. Rayner as hastily followed. "Mr. Hayne, you will need a day of two to look about and select quarters and get ready for work, I presume." "0!i, 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. Tho baggage car is full of theai. Didn't vou know it?" "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. Elayne; 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." one felt called Apon to do it. - innocent, he has lived the Pariah ever since." "I wanted to open out to him, said Capt. Gregg, "but the mo began to speak of his great kinC our men he froze as stiff as Mi ear. What was tho use? I couldn't thaw an icicle. Wha him so effective in getting the f of them was his capacity for ab it into his own system." "Well, here, gentlemen," said; impatiently, "we've got to face tl sooner or later, and may as wel now. I know Rayner and like h don't believe he's the kind of wilfully wrong another. I don Mr. Hayne, and Mr. Hayne app don't want to know me. I thi where a man has been convicted honorable—disgraceful conduct cut by his whole regiment it is o ness to back the regiment, not tl Now the question is, where b draw the line in this case? It's i our funeral, as Blake says, but or it would be our duty to call uj officer. Shall we do it, now tha in Coventry, or shall we leave hi i »■ ' "Do you know them?" she asked. "iNot a word of it. Wo have been here for threo mortal hours waiting at tho station, and any telegrams must have been sent right out to tho fort. The colonel is there, and ho would have all arrangements 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 thero in a miuute, as soon as we've got these ladies off the train." "Yes. That was Maj. 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 hare boarded the train." Capt. Rayner turned sharply on his heel and stepped back into the waiting room. Mr. Ross nudged a brother lieutenant and whispered: "By gad! that's awkward for Midas!" The two subalterns who had taken the rong turn at the top of the stairs reappeared there just as the rescuer shot past them on his way back, and stood staring, first after his disappearing form, and then at each other. Misa Travers, with wonder and relief curiously mingled in her sweet face, clung to her restored kitten and gazed vacantly up the stairs. "Tea, take my flask; I shouldn't feel satisfied without doing something. And please jav to the officer that I'm Mrs. Rayner—Mrs. Capt. Rayner, of the infantry—and ask if there isn't something I can do to help." For a week the trio was the butt of all the wits at Fort Warrener. And yet the entire commissioned force felt that they were being kept at the grindstone because of the frivolity of these youngsters, and they did not like it. All the same the cavalrymen stuck up for their colonel and tho infantrymen respected him, and the matinees were business like and profitable. 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 tho 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 Lieut. Hayne. tkii, porter." skepticism of his shrewd In the Pullman car of the westward bound expreaa, half way across the continent, two pMiengers 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 •peces clean swept by the gale. Heavy maaaes 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 pane*, 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. had replied, substantially: "How do I know? 'Cause I saw their pass before you was up this morning, cully. It's for Mrs. Capt. Rayner and Bister, 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 Banctlty of the smoking room. He stopped at his section, and again she followed him, her eyes full of anxiety. He was busy tugging at a flask in his traveling bag. "Yes, ma'am; I will, ma'am. Oh, he knows who you arc; I done told him last night. He's goin' to Fort Warrener, too." And, touching his cap, away went the porter. "You know theml Do you knowhave you heard of any infantry being out? Pardon me for detaining you, but I am very anxious. My husband is Capt. Rayner, of Fort Warrener.'' 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 tho whirling eddies of snow, bundling them up in the big, warm cape3 of their regulation overcoats, the officers half led. half carried cneir precious cnarges. inecapcaiu oore his son and heir; Lieut. Ross escorted Mrs. Rayner; two others devoted themselves exclusively to Miss Travers; a fourth picked up the Maltese kitten. Two or three sufcirt, trim looking infantry soldiers cleared the section of bags and bundles of shawls, and the entire party was soon within the doorway of the waiting room, where a red hot ooal stove glowed fierce welcome. Here the ladles were left for a moment, while all tho officers again bustled out into the storm and fought their way against the northwest gale until they reached the little crowd gathered about the doorway of the freight 6heds. A stout, short, burly man in beaver overcoat and cap pushed through the knot of half numbed spectators and approached their leader: An anxious silence again. Capt. Rayner was gazing at his boot toes and trying to appear utterly indifferent; others leaned forward, 13 though eager to hear the answer A faint smile crossed Mr. Hayne's features; he seemed rather to enjoy the situation: 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. "There! He did know all along," said Mrs. Rayner triumpliantly. "It is most extraordinary." 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. Thero was an odd silence for a moment; then she spoke: "Mr. Ross, do you know that gentleman?""No infantry have been sent, madame, I—have reason to know; at least, none from Warrener." "Well, is it the proper thing for people in the army to introduce themselves when traveling? How are they to know it will be agreeable?' '•I liave considered, colonel. I shall turn nobody out, and nobody need be incommoded in the least." 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. "Agreeable? Why, Nellie, it's always done, especially when ladies are traveling without an escort, as we are. The commonest civility should prompt it, and officeAi 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 oft abruptly. "OhI then you will share quarters with some of the bachelors?" asked the colonel, with evident relief. "J know who he is. Yes." Seven years had that young gentleman been a second lieutenant of the regiment of infantry, a detachment of which was now Btationed 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 Capt. 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 mountains. Except the officers there stationed, none of his comrades had seen him during that time. "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." "Who is he, then?" "No, sir;" and the answer was stern in tone, tltough perfectly respectful; • I shall live as I have lived for years—utterly alone." •'He is your husband's new first lieutenant, Mrs. Rayner. That is Mr. Hayne." •'That!—Mr. Hayne?" she exclaimed, growing suddenly pale. own devices?" "I'll answer for myself, B Blake, "and you can do as Except that one thing, and usual frivolties of a youngs curred previous to this trial, that his character has bee p roach. So far as I can lear more reputable character th a better officer than most of all you want to, comrades : way we have in the army,' 1 So long as I include myself: odorous comparisons, you nC It is my conviction that wouldn't say he was guilty \ hadn't said so five years ag information that he has pai( of the damages, whether he or not, and it is my intentio call upon Mr. Hayne as sooi tied. I don't propose to ii man in his action; and exci ton, I think you did." "Certainly, madam. Had you never taina be£ara?°' "Never; and I expected—I didn't expect to see such a"— And sho broke short off, confused and plainly distressed, turned abruptly, and left the liall as had her husband. Onecould have heard a pin drop in the office—even on the matted floor. The colonel half arose: "Especially what?" asked Miss Nell, with an inspiration of maidenly curiosity.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 vanished from the faee of nature. Timid antelope — fleetest coursers of the prairie — and Btolid horned cattle had gone, none knew whither, nor cared to know until the "blizzard" had subsided* Two heavy engines fought their way, panting, into the very teeth of the gale and slowly wound the long train after them upgrade among the foothills of the great plateau of the Rockies. Once in a while, when stopping for a moment at aome 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 auch mournful noise that it was a relief to start once more and lose sound of its wailing in the general rumble. As for the acenery, only aa a picture of shiver provoking monotony and desolation would one care to take a second look. "Is there no name on the satchrJF' as tea mibs iTavers, wicn paraonaoic 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 prith raven hair and mustache. The youth in the traveling suit was not tall, like Steven—not singularly, romantically handsome, like Steven. Indeed, he was of less interest to her than to her married sister. "Why, 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." "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 wail, 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. CHAPTER III. "There may be no quarters in the post, 3ir, but, if you will permit me, I can live near my company and yet in officers' quarters." The bold glances of the four card players she had defiantly returned and vanquished. Those men, like the traveling gents, were creatures of coarser mold; 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 traveling dress, the soft modulation and refined tqne of his voice on the one occasion when she heard him reply to some importunity 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 transcontinental railways often enough to know that it was permissible for gentlemen to render their fellow passengers some slight attention which would lead No one of them would like to admit that he 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 attracted widespread attention the Riflers had long since learned to shun all talk outside. "We have only two ambulances, captain—that Is all there was at the po6t when the dispatch came—and there are a dozen of these men, besides Dr. Grimes, all more or less crippled, and Grimes has both hands frozen. Wo must get them out at once. Can we take y*ur wagon?" "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." Mrs. Rayner could ace no name on the satchel, only two initials; and they revealed very little. "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?" "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 indicate what he ia," she continued, with a doubtful glance at the items scattered about the now vacant section. "Why isn't that porter here? He ought to know who people are." Two hours later, just as the porter had notified them £hat Warrener Station would be in sight in five minutes, the young man of the opposite section returned to the car. Ho 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 wlustle was sounding for the station that he stood before them and with a grave and courteous bow held forth Mrs. Ravner's silver flask. "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 tor the night, some ot tne omcers 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?" The captain looked wratl was an oddity of whom he in awe, for there was no m popularity and respect in w! held in his own regiment. somewhat remarkable for bei cally an "outspoken crowd," i years, thanks to a leaven of truthful men in whom this t nounced and sustained, it fa be the custom of all but a fe cers to discuss openly and fi tersof regimental policy ai discountenance covert action Blake was thoroughly popul erally respected, despite a rant and rattle on most occas theless, there were signs of the line of action he propose were only for his own guida "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. Havne?" As though to answer her request, in came the porter, disheveled and breathless. He made straight for the satchel they bad been scrutinizing, and opened it without ceremony. Goth 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 handkerchiefs, his broad Ethiopian face clouded with anxiety and concern: "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 try in' 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 placet Why weren't they brought here, where we could make them warm and care for them?" exclaimed Mrs. Rayner, in impulsive indignation. "They couldn't help it. Stannard had chased the Cheyennes across the range, and Was ordered to get back to the railway. I 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 lust 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 says he never could have brought them through from Buff Siding but for Mr. Hayne: he did everything." to mutual if desirable; and 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 remained in saddle; they were too frozen to walk at all. Some few fell behind, and would have thrown themselves fiat upon the prairie in the lethargy that is but premonition of death by freezing. Like men deadened by morphine, their rescue depended on heroic measures, humane 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 we must send on to Fort War- the train was held. ' this man refused to see that the opportunity was open to him. "I do, sir, exactly." 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 6oldier to require all his commissioned subordinates to put in an appearance at his office immediately after the ceremony of guard mounting. He might havo 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, Capt. Gregg," or "Good morning, 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 Bimply 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, gentlemen." Alone in the coloneVt presence. 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 bad been in their opinion of this very officer. They were becoming divided among themselves; and what complicated matters was the fact that those who felt their views undergoing a reconstruction were compelled to admit that just in proportion as the case of Mr. Hayne rose in their estimation the reputation of another officer was bound to suffer, and that officer was Capt. Rayner. The colonel turned sharply to his desk once mora The strained silence continued a moment. Then he faced his officers. True, when first she took her survey of those who were to be her fellow travelers at the 'jtransfer" on the Missouri, ■lie decided Hnat here was one against whom it would be necessary to'guard the approaches. She had good and sufficient nasons for wanting no young man as attractive in appearance as this one making himself interesting to pretty Nellie on their journey. She had already decided what was 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 esipecially 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 fascinating friend Mr. Steven Van Antwerp, a scion of an old and esteemed and wealthy family; and Mr. Van Antwerp, who had been educated abroad, and had a Heidelberg scar on his left cheek, and £ark, lustrous eyes, and wavy hair—almost raven—was a devoted lover, though fally fifteen years Miss Nellie's senior. "It was a blessing to one poor fellow at least, and I thank you for him, madam," he said. "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. "I have been so anxious. I wanted to do something. Did you not get my message, Mr. r she asked, with intentional pause that he might supply the missing name. While many of the cavalry officers strolled into the neighboring club and reading room it was noticed that their comrades of the infantry 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 ona 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 anything, and yet every one felt it necessary to have some apparent excuse for becoming absorbed in other matters. This was so evident to Lieut. Blake that he speedily burst into a laugh —the first that had been heard—and when two or three heads popped out frotn behind their printed screens to inquiie 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.i. ■ i "And how do you sui _ the Riflers generally will rej calling on their black sheep?" ton, after a pause. "I don't know," said Blake, ously, and with a tone of cor like Rayner, and have found those fellows thorough gentler good friends. This will test the thoroughly. I believe most of tl cept, of course, Rayner, would _ same were they in my place. At events, I mean to see." "Mr. Hayne! Was he with them?" Rb "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, madam." And with that he raised his fur traveling cap and quickly turned to his section and busied himself strapping up his various belongings. "Ho was on the train, and camc in at once to offer his services. Grimes says he was invaluable." "But Mr. Hayne was east on leave; 1 know he was. He was promoted to my company 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. 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, Lieut Hayne, • standing in the presence of nearly all the officers of his regiment, had hurled this prophecy in his adversary's teeth: "Though it take me years, I will live it down despite you; and you wHl wish to God you had bitten out your perjured tongue before ever you told the lie that wrecked me." "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 gentleman sittin' here—he knows," he continued; "he's an officer, and him and the doctor's workin' with 'em now." "What are you going to do, v asked "the mole," wheeling suddenly his brother troop commander. "1 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 Til 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 doorway 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 subordinatps after th«» morning meeting, me soldier tapped at toe panel, and at the prompt "Cone 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 "The man must be a woman hater," she whispered to Miss Travers. "He's going to get out here, too. Who can he be?"' "He left as soon as I took charge. I don't know where he's gone; but it's God's mercy ho was with these poor fellows. Hi3 skill and care have done everything for them. Where did he get his knowledge?" 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 silenoe of temporary defeat. There was still a moment before the train would stop at the platform, and she was not to be beaten so easily. Bending partly across the aisle she spoke again: Meantime, *bose far to the rear in the steeper knew nothing of what was going on ahead. The car was warm and oomf or table, and most of its occopants were apparently appreciative of its shelter and cosiness 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 summers and undaunted confidence in human nature, tacked up and down the aisle and made impetuous incursions on the various sections by turns, receiving such modified welcome as could be accorded features streaked with mingled candy and cinders, and fingers whose propensity to cling to whatsoever they touched was due no more to instincts of • predatory nature than to the adhesive properties of the glucose which formed so large a constituent of the confections he had been industriously consuming since early morning. Four men playing whist in the rearmost section, two or three commercial travelers, whose intimacy with the porter and airs of easy propnetorsmp tola or an apparent controlling interest in the road, a young man of reserved manners, reading in a section ail 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 presumptive 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 itroll for exercise up and down the aisle, fetno one would call her a beauty. 3er eyes were of a somewhat fishy and incertain blue; the lids wefe tinged vith an unornamental pink that told of 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, some of the junior officers of the latter organization had suggested 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 looated in Montana, and Hayne,the "senior second," was promoted to the vacancy. Speculation 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 fortnight when there came the trouble with the Cheyennes at the reservation—a leap for liberty by some fifty of the band, and an immediate 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: 1 •'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?"' "I have no idea," said Capt. 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?'' Full of bliss and comfort was Mrs. 3ayner's soul as she journeyed westward to rejoin ner husband at the distant frontier post she had not seen since the early spring. Army woman as she was, bom 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 circumstanoe of it. wealthy subaltern among the officers of her father's regiment. Tradition had it that Mr. Rayner was not among the number of those who sighed for Kate Travers' guarded smiles. Her earlier victims were kept a-danglinfc until Rayner, too, succumbed, and then 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 seashore had done her work well. Steven Van Antwerp, with genuine distress and loneliness, went back to his duties in Wall street after seeing 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. "He is an officer, then," said Miss Travers, presently. "I wonder what he belongs to." to their comrades of the yellow stripes thai 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 personal views as expressed by Lieut. 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 horseshoe, Johnny, let me elaborate for your comprehensio—and the next question will be, 'Mr. Bluestrap, did you intentionally 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 received the reports of hlsjadjutant, the surgeon and the old and the new officer of the day. Then any matters affecting the discipline or instruction 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 Purvey, the big general court that was |Derennially dispensing justice at the pos;, and the long list of minor but none the less exacting demands on the time and attention of the subalterns and company commanders. "Not to our regiment, I'm sure. Probably to the cavalry. He knew Maj. Stannard and other officers whom we passed 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 tho words were full of sadness: "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 nnd shouted to the driver, who sat mufiled in buffalo fur on the box: "What do you see Unit'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 Mineral." "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 oddt" "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." "It—it is not probable that we shall meet at all." 'Strikes me the situation is damned awkward," growled "the mole" again. "Here's a fellow comes in who's cut by his regiment and has placed ours under lasting obligation before he gets inside the post." "Lieut. Blake?" he asked, as he glanced around. . "Probably he doesn't know you—or we—are connected with the army, Kate." "Oh, yes, he does. The porter knows perfectly well, and I told him just before he left." And with that he turned away. CHAPTER II. "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 sentiment as the cavalry party broke up and scattered for the mornings duties. Some waited par- "Get around there to the freight house and report to the doctor. There is a lot of frozen cavalrymcn to be taken out to the ho&pital. Don't try to come back for us to-night; we'll 3tay here in town. Send the quartermaster's team in for the trunks as soon as the Btorm is over and the road clear. That's all." "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.''"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 fain teat interest. I mentioned Capt. Rayner so that he could not help hearing." Then he rejoined the party at the waiting room of the station, and Mrs. Rayner noted instantly that all the cbeeriness had gone and that a cloud had settled on his face. She was a shrewd observer, and she knew him well. Something more r.erious than a mishap to a squad of soldiers had brought about the sudden This statement being one that Miss Travers could in no wise contradict—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. "Mo one does know anything more of the matter than was known at tl»e titae 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." posely 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 hesitation, and dthe colonel paused and looked his man over before he spoke: ohange. He was all gladness, all rejoio* ing and delight, when he clasped her and his baby boy in his arms 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 quickly began to talk. She saw that he desired to answer no questions just then, and wisely refrained. "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. "Permit me to introduce myself, colonel—Mr. Hayne. I desire to relinquish my leave of absence and report for duty." "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 aa 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." 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 would have had to suffer the loss of noses and ears, even of hands and feet in some cases, but for your attention. Maj. Stannard will add his thanks to mine when he returns. Take a seat, sir, for the present. You are acquainted with the otticers or your own rej. iinein, uuuutrless. Mr. Billings, introduce Mr. Ilayne to ours.'- "Then why wasn't he dismissed?" queried a young lieutenant. "The law says he must be." Their fellow traveler on the Pullman. "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. Misa Travers was busily twitching the ears of the kitten at the moment and sparring with upraised finger at the threatening-paw. "Do look out of the window, Nell, and see." "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, and apparently was ip 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. Even in the excitement attendant upon their reception at the station 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 bis tone. Peep 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 Bide. 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 werft JMMQced "That's light, Dolly: pull your Ives and Benet on 'cm 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." Meantime, Miss Travers was chatting blithely with two young gallants, who had returned to her side, and who had thrown off their heavy furs and 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 j the baby was yielding to the inevitable and gradually condescending to notice the efforts of Mr. Foster to scrape acquaintance; the kitten, with dainty Btep, and ears and tail erect, was making a leisurely inspection of the premises, sniffing about the few benches and chairs with which the bare room was burdened. and reconnoitering the door leading to the hallway with evident desire to extend her researches in that direction. Presently that very door opened, and in came two or thfee bundles of fur in maapujine "Then will you dine with us this evening to meet Mr. Hayne?" "I will do so with pleasure, tar." "There was more to it than that, though, and you know it, Buxton," 6aid Blake. "Neither the department commander nor Gen. Sherman thought the evidence 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." It could hardly have been an hoar afterwards when Mrs. Bayner entered the library in her cosey home and found Miss Travers entertaining herself with a book. "Have you written to Miss Van Antwerp this morning?" she tuiked. "I thought that was what you dune here for." "I did mean to, but Mrs. Waldron ha* been here, and I was interrupt sd." [TO BI oohtihuid] irritation of the adjacent interior sur face and of possible irritability cff temper. Her complexion was of that mottled type, which is so sore a trial to its pooscMor and yet n inestimable a com* fort to social rivals; but her features were handsome, her teeth fine, her drew, bearing and demeanor those of a woman • T^'6 is n°thing to see, Kate—nothing but whirling drifts and a big water tank all covered with ice. Br-r-r-rl how cold it looks!" she answered, after vainly .^"ng er £ace ««atast the inner pane. *1- Th®r® mu«* he something the matter, ? I^r8l8Uid Mrs- Rayner. "We ,Un fiTe and we are behind tune now. At this rate we'll never get to Warrener to-night, I do wish the porter would stay here where bejMtat&n" "What papa did just after the war—it time when everybody drank—is not at all the proper thing now. Capt. Rayner never touches it, and I don't allow it ia the house." Whereat the adjutant courteously greeted the newqomer. |)rc.sented a small party of yellow strappfil shoulders, and then drew him into earnest talk about the adventure of the train. It was noticed that Mr Hayne. neither by word nor glance gavu liio 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 forward, as though to offer him the civil The colonel was a strict, even severe, disciplinarian, but he was cool, deliberate, taid just He "worked" his officers, and thereby incurred the criticism of a l ew, but held the respect of alL He had been a splendid cavalry commander in the field of all others where his sterling qualities were sure to find. jeeponsivs appreciation in his officers "Still I should think it a very useful article when a lot of frozen and exhausted men are on one's hands," said Miss Tracers. "That was but a small fiaBk he had and I'm sure they'll need more." who that "And yet they all cut him dead. That's orima facie evidence of what they think." There ♦ 'sold air from the