Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 34, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 February 1891 — Page 2

CHAPTER 1

The crush of rifle, a heavy fall, a moan, 'rhciir-silcncc. It mnst have been nearly midnight. The lights in the barracks and at the old hospital beyond had long since been extinguished, and only here and there along the row of officers' quarters and at the guard house, suggestively planted half way down the slope toward the post trader's store, was there sign of wakeful life. One or two upper windows gave forth a feeble gleam, and there was quite a jovial glow pouring from the open doorway of the colonel's big house across the dark rectangle. It fell upon the tall •white flagstaff and displayed it from base to crosstreea, a solitary, ghost like shaft, and then, with gradually diminishing power, illumined the graveled pathway that bisected the parade and led from the broad flight of steps in front of the commanding officer's to the major's on the southern side. Overhead the stars wen glittering in an absolutely cloudless sky. Not a breath of air was stirring the forest down in the black depths of the valley to tho south. Softened by distance, tho rush of the river over its rocky bed fell upon tho ear like soothing lullaby.

Ten minutes earlier tho sound of silvery laughter and cheery voices had come floating across the garrison, and half a dozen little groups had strolled away from the colonel's gate, some turning to right and left, others crossing in the broad stream of light from his open portals One by one tho doors of the various quarters had opened to admit their occupant?, a few lingering good nights had been exchanged between gallant young bachelors and some dainty fowui enwrapped in fleecy burnous, and then even those night owls "the youngsters" had betaken themselves to their domiciles. One after another doors were iMosed, lights popped up in tho second iloor windows, curtains wpre ira\yu, the

Hfchts endhronfreel, mid anally a silence a.s of solitudo spread its mantle over the pr rade. and the corporal of the guard, leaning against tho gato post at the southwestern entrance, bethought him how expressive was tho sign the Indians matlo for night.

Ho was of medium hoight, but an athletic, well built young fellow, as anyone might have seen as the corporal stood under tho big lamp at the guardhouse but a few moments before. Ho had a handsome, clear cut face, with a good deal of soldier bronze about the cheeks and jaws he wore his natty undress uniform with an easy grace, and carried the long Springfield as though it were a toy. The crossed rifles on his forage cup. the buckle of his cartridge belt, even the copper cartridges themselves, gleamed in tho lamplight. Tho chevrons on his sleeve, the narrow stripe along the seam of his trousers, the Berlin gloves he wore, wore all spotlessly white, and Corp. Brent was what tho men were wont to call "a dandy Jack," though there was not a man in the troop barracks at the western end of the parade who eared more than once to put on the gloves with the "dandy." Brent had speedily demonstrated tho fact that he could outspar any man in the cavalry portion of the garrison, and that only Sergt. Connors, of company, was able to beat him in a bout.

In the little battaliou of infantry Brent was a popular man so, too, had he been in the cavalry command that recently occupied the post: but these fellows of the Eleventh, who had but lately marched in. seemed rather slow to discover his many good traits. Very possibly they did not like the apparent ease with which he had defeated tho champions they had so confidently sent against him. Still it was a good nature*!, not vindictive, sort of jealousy—that soldierly rivalry between tho two corps that seoms irrepressible and that really does no great, harm—and Brent had begun to win friends among the troopers, who liked tho frank, laughing way he had, when an order was suddenly issued by the new post commander, the enforcement of which stirred up a row.

As the last visitor loft the colonel's gate and he closed his door, thereby shutting out the broad gleam that, almost like that of the headlight of a locomotive, h.ul shot athwart the parade, Oorp. Brent was pondering over this very matter.

Col. Morris was a man who hated ir|young regularity of any kind, and as the grass began to sprout in the spring he noted that it failed to grow along what was evidently a short cut between the southgate, the wiy to town and the infantry barracks at the eastern end. The former past commander, a cavalryman like himself, had not paid much attention to this sort of thing, and the infantry had grown to look upon the short cut as a sort of thoroughfare sacred to their uses no officer ever had occasion fo go that way. When, therefore, the

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beaten pathway was plowed up and resodded, and an order was issued that the men must confine themselves to the gravel path or roadway there w^Je just a few old foot soldiers who saw fit to grumble, and some of them, returning late at night from a visit on pas3 to the neighboring town, made sarcastic allusions to the new order as they trudged homeward under the windows of the officers' quarters on the south side.

Others still, trusting to darkness and a theory that all officers should be abed at that hour, proceeded to wear a parallel path, and these two transgressions being occasionally repeated and the officer of the day having twice come upon the transgressors without having captured one of their number, for the "dough boys" were fleet of foot, a second order was issued, requiring all enlisted men returning to the post between tattoo and reveille to enter their barracks from the rear, and not to cross the quadrangle .bounded by the fence. There was a road all around in the rear of the barracks and quarters, but in the wet spring weather it was often deep with mud and generally dark as Erebus. What wonder, therefore, that many parties still managed to slip in, not exactly in defiance of the order, but because the enlisted men had a fine appreciation of that principle of international law which prorides that a mere paper blockade is not entitled to respect? Then it was that the "old man," as the soldiers called the colonel, ordered out his blockaders. An extra sentinel's post was established, a sentry was ordered stationed at the southwest gate from tattoo until reveille, and as all the cavalry were barracked on the west side near their stables, and as the infantry were manifestly the offenders (so argued the colonel), the three additional sentries required were ordered taken from among their number. "This order made guard duty a trifle harder and the infantrymen a trifle madder. Out of sheer mischief some of them took to passing up the road between the guard house and the trader's, I entering tho northwest gate and stalking across the parade in stealthy column of files from that direction, facetiously decorating their trail with empty beer bottles, whisky flasks or sardine boxes, over which the police sergeant spent some time and blasphemy after reveille next morning. Then the colonel ordered the northwest gate locked at tattoo, and the laughing rascals climbed the fence. He would not order out more sentries, but he gave the officer of the day directions to have a patrol in readiness at the flag,,6t.'\ff bQtwfien.ll -a*ul $ that nigh#, ami' then some fine foot racing resulted, in which the patrol came out second best.

The colonel ordered the five infantrymen who happened to be on pass arrested and brought to trial before a garrison court, and the court promptly acquitted every man. It was established that they had all obediently gone around the garrison they had even taken the trouble to call the attention of tho sentry on No. 4 to that fact and then it dawned upon the commanding officer that some of those infantry scamps were, as they would have expressed it, "putting up a job" at his expense, and that half a dozen of the fleetest footed among them were just for a lark slipping out of quarters after 11 o'clock and around to the northwest gate, vaulting tho fence with the agility of monkeys, and then playing the old game of "Tom, Tom, pull away" with his patrol. They had not had so much fun in a year.

Col. Morris had sense enough to know that if ho lost his temper and got to blustering tho men would regard it as a victory. He issued no new orders. Suspicion had fallen on a squad of rollicking young Irishmen in Company F, all of whom were members of the battalion baseball nine. A match game waa to come off two days later with the club from Fort Lawrence, and local interest —and bets—wore running high. Alas! when tho morning of the eventful day came around, four of the fleetest base runners in the Rifle nine languished in the guard house, arrested at reveille by order of their own captain for absence from quarters at midnight. The colonel had simply let them get out, then ordered check roll call,with doors barred, and they stood self exiled. Fancy the consternation among the lovers of the national game! Even the cavalry had backed tho local nine against that from Lawrence, and well knew that i" substitutes* had to bo put in there waa no earthly chance of their winning.

Manifestly, said the battalion, there's no man but Corp. Brent^to get us out of the scrape. Ho waa captain and shortstop of the nine, and on him they rallied forthwith. "Give me your word, men, that there's to be no more of this monkey business, and Til go to the colonel myself. Refuse, and the game goes to Fort Lawrence, nine to nothing, for we cant play without Lynch wad Oooney on the 1 bases." It was a case of unconditional surrender.

The colonel had kindly received the corporal, had listened to the tale of woe, and sat silently pondering a moment. Then he looked up. "You my the game must go against you without these four menf he asked. "Yes, sir. Indeed I would not play without them. We would far better hit the game go by default than hare the record published, as it assuredly would be, in the army as well as the local papas, with all the errors scored against ua. This nine of ours has not been beaten by any team in the department as jet, *ad it would be an unearned victory toe

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The adjutant, sitting- at his daft, dropped his pen and looked quickly |$, and the sergeant major, going out with a bundle of papers, found means to h£t at the office door, as though to hear w»t might follow. Mr. Mason, the adjutant, turned quietly, caught the sergeant Aajor's eye and gave a quick but expressive jerk of the head in the direction of the outer room. The sergeant major took the hint and vanished)

But the clerks had heard the corporis intimation that some trooper was connected with the transgression for whira the ball playing quartet were confined The door was immediately closed, leaving them to draw their own inferences and make their own comments. They did not hear the colonel's next remark: "If any man in the cavalry is guilty itf this matter there is only one whom I can. suspect. Can you name him?" A

Corp. Brent flushed again, but finally replied, "I beg the colonel not to ask me to answer, when, as I said before, I have no proof whatever."

Col. Morris turned and pondered a£ moment. Finally he whirled about in his revolving chair: "Corp. Brent, if these four men weri of my own regiment I would certain' ly refuse your request. As matters stand I will not spoil the chances of thi Rifle nine. They will therefore turned over to you to take their part the game, and to-morrow must sfcan their trial before the garrison court."

And when Corp. Brent left the office infinitely rejoiced, the colonel turngi to his staff officer: "Where do you suppose the recruitin, officers picked up a fellow like that? Hi has the language of an educated man." "He was enlisted in New York," wi the reply, "and I have frequently not© him on guard. They tell me he has mo: influence over the men in his battali than any other non-commissionedoffice: and I am glad he has promised that th will be no more of this, njgiW l^mesi "Afid yet,' two days afterward, the colonel sent for Corp. Brent to say that the agreement was being violated. Three soldiers had been seen running from the southwest gate across the parade the night before. The sentry had been taken off on the strength of the arrangement the Rifle nine had won the game amidst great enthusiasm, and there was a liberal transfer of treasury notes in consequence. The infantry and many of the cavalrymen were rejoicing in unaccustomed wealth between pay days, and applications for passes to visit town had been of unusual number. The four culprits had pleaded guilty to their offense and been awarded some light fine. The "dough boys," fully appreciating the colonel's consideration in the matter, as fully meant to stand by their promise to Brent. It was with not a little feeling, therefore, that they received the news that the compact waa violated.

That Saturday evening, in some mysterious way, Corp. Mullen of the guard sprained his wrist just after tattoo, and though Brent was not the next man on the roster, with the adjutant's full consent he appeared armed and equipped at the guard house and reported for duty as Mullen's successor in charge of the second relief. Examining the list of men absent on pass, he made mental note §f two in hisown battalion and looked visibly disappointed when he scanned the cavalry names. It had been ordered that all men returning from pass should report at the guard house, leave their papers with the officer of the guard and then return to their quarters, those of the infantry battalion passing around outside the officers' houses, those of the cavalry entering their barracks by the rear steps at once.

Three days of sunshine and breeze had dried the ground so that the paths around the post were in perfect order, and, except that it made their walk longer by some two hundred paces, there was no discomfort in obeying the order. The first batch of returning soldiers appeared about half-past 11, surrendered their passes and went quietly away to their barracks. Another squad appeared about ten minutes later, but there was still no sign of the two whose names Brent had noted and whose pass expired at midnight. It was then that the young soldier, with the permission of the officer of the guard, strode quickly over to the southwest gate, a hundred yards away.

From here he noted the dispersal of the little party that had been spending the evening at the colonel's here he had straightened up, and standing under the lamp post tendered his soldierly salute to Capt. and Mrs. Lane as they passed in front of him, repeating it an instant after

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answer for a moment, and whan he spoke it was of an utterly ir.efe^nt matter: "Have you not served some whereunder my command before this, cocporal^*

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was an instant of hesitation, then a firm but respectful answer: "Nowhere, sir. I have been injphe army only two year- and this is mjS|rst station since leaving the depot at David's island." Then, as though eager to %et back to a more pressing matter, "If the colonel will not consider me as progosing a compromise, and will take it£• it is meant, I can promise, I think, that there will be no more of this night prowling across the parade, on the part of our men at least"

Morris looked sharply up from 1 his shaggy brows: "What do you mean? What would have any occasion to cross th rade but the infantry?" "I mean, in all respect, sir, that there may be men, or at least a man, who having no occasion to cross the parade will lo so simply for the sake of making trouble In plain words, a cavalrymmi, sir '|j|

a young lady, with dark,

sparkling eyes, looked him quickly over as she tripped by on the arm of her escort, and while the latter held open the gate of the brick quarters at the corner, almost within earshot, she inquired: "Who is that infantry corporal, Mr. HearnT ••That? Oh, jem d$dn3LgeThere in

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time for the ball game, MisS Marshall, or you wouldn't have asked. That's Corp. Brent, captain of the Rifle nine." "Can't we persuade you to come in a few minutes, Mr. Hearn?" called Mrs. Lane, in her sweet, cordial voice. "Yes, do come, Hearn," chimed in the captain, ever n^y to second his wife's motion.

The lieutenant hesitated on instant and glanced at the girl who had just stepped within the gate, but as she said nothing that seemed in any way pressing he raised his forage cap, and pleasantly declining bade them good night and went briskly away. Opening her window five minutes later to close the outer blinds Miss Marshall glanced down from above the piazza roof and saw the corporal of the guard still standing there under the lamp, apparently waiting. He looked quickly up at sound of the creaking shutter, then turned aside. The next moment, before she could fasten the blind, the sentry at the guard fesKr.o sung out, "Number 1,12 o'clock." The coporal leaned his rifle against the fence, quickly extinguished the lamp, and all in front of the quarters was darkness.

Down at the gnard house she could 3ee the bleary light of the oil lamp and the dim form Of the sentry pacing to and fro she stood there by the window straining her ears for the watch call of the distant sentries far over by the haystacks and wood yard, then nodded her head approvingly at the soldierly ring in the voice of No. 1 as he sung out the final "all's well." Peering through the shutters, she was wondering what had become of the corporal, when the latch of their gate clicked the rusty hinges gave a sudden squeak there was a rattle as of a falling rifle, a muttered ejaculation she could just dimly make out a shadowy form stooping to pick up the gun, and then cautiously reclosing the gate. Then, instead of moving away, there it stood, leaning against the fence.

Evidently Corp. Brent had business there and had come .to stay. Instantly she bethought her of the talk she had heard among the officers about the colonel's order prohibiting the men from crossing the parade, of the implied promise that no more violations should occur in recognition of the colonel's having released the quartet of roysterers in time for the great match game, and of the alleged violation of this contract. She |.was a young woman of quick perception:

Brent had evidently posted himself there capture the malefactors should they tppear.

Quarter of an hour passed without the 'aintest sound from without. She heard Lane extinguishing the lamps in parlor below, and Mrs. Lane had i^ome tripping up to her door to say ood night, but seeing that her guest as writing refrained from coming ther, though Miss Marshall promptly aside her pen and diary and corbade her enter. All was quiet and without, and she was just pulling down the shade when, llbping through the blinds, she saw the \owy form at the fence move aithily into the road. The tnt there came the stern, low lenge:

as anlnsttin^scdfr^and rush

muttered oath two riiadowy forms darted out by the gate, and at top speed their flying footsteps could be dimly heard rushing tiptoe around to the back of the garrison. But there was no pursuit. One man evidently had stood his ground. "Where are you going?" was Brent's question, in the same low, stern tone. "To my quarters," was the answer, in accents that were plainly defiant. "Who are you, and what business is it of yours?" "I am the corporal of the guard, and you are disobeying orders in entering the garrison. Face about and go with me to the guard house." "You can't arrest me, by Godl I'm going right to my quarters,, Fm not going to cross the parade." "That will do. Face about!" Brent's voice was heard. "You know perfectly well that you disobeyed orders in entering that gate. What's your name—and your troop?" "None of your damned business. I'm 'tending to my affairs you 'tend to yours." "I am, and I arrest you, whoever you are. Not another word, now, unless you want me to use force." "Don't you dare lay a hand on me, damn you! I don't recognize your authority. You're not corporal of the guard I saw who marched on gnard this morning, and you were not oae of them. Get out of my way or 111"— Then came sudden scuffle, an oath, a gasping cry. One man could bo heard running with lightning speed to the gloomy outlines of the cavalry banacks. close at hand another seemed to dash in pursuit. Then came the sound of a stunning blow, the crash of a rifle upon the gravelly road, a heavy fall, a moan. Then—silence.

CHAPTER IL

"Sow take your cap of."

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face nn Sunday morning that boded ill for officer or man who could not come up to the standard of the post commander on the forthcoming inspection. The old Order of things was still in existence, and a beneficent administration had not yet issued its ban against martial exercises of any kind upon the Lord's day. First call for inspection in full dress had "gone," as the soldiers say, as the colonel appeared in the panoply of his profession upon the front piazza, glancing modified approval at the glistening surface of his top boots and the brilliant polish of his spurs. Down at the front gate his orderly stood, every item of his dress and equipment a model of soldierly trimness. Out in the center of the parade a little party of the guard had just lowered the storm flag that had been hoisted at dawn, and were running up in its stead the great garrison standard, whose folds of scarlet and white lapped out Lazily in response to the soft breeze now rising from the westward bluffs.

Over at the barracks the men ,had come pouring forth, the neat dark blue and white of the infantry at the east side contrasting favorably with the glaring yellow trimmings of the cavalry battalion, swarming along the walk and streaming from the stairways and galleries of their crowded quarters, like so many full plumaged hornets. On the verandas across the parade helmeted officers and ladies in dainty muslins began to appear, and along the row to- his right and left the sheltered porches were similarly occupied. But the post commander stood alone. Madame his better half had visitors. Breakfast was not quite finished, and she was devoting herself to their entertainment, knowing well that her liege lord was feeling in no mood for such light duty.

Almost the first thing that the colonel heard on going downstairs this bright Sunday morning waa an animated colloquy in the kitchen between cook and his man of all work, an old darky who had followed the family fortunes for years. Jake had learned from the police sergeant, while he was at work on the colonel's boots and spurs, that Corp. Brent had been "slugged" by somebody the night before and was now lying unconscious in the hospital. There was time only for very brief investigation before his guests came down. Mr. Wallace was officer of the guard, and in response to the message brought by the colonel's orderly had gone at once to his quarters and made his report.

Somewhere about twenty minutes after midnight the sentry on No. 1 had called Corp. Werner out, saying there appeared to be something wrong up by the gate. Mr. Wallace, knowing Brent to have gone thither, sprang up and went outside and saw a light being carried rapidly from Capt. Lane's quarters at the corner over toward the cavalry barracks. Hurrying around in front, he got there just in time to see the captain and the young lady who had recently arrived, Miss Marshall, raising Corp. Brent from the ground. He was bleeding from a jagged gash over the left eye, and was limp and senseless. After having him carried to the hospital and arousing the steward, it was found that his face and eyes were covered with red jJeppett Notfe wori lis to his a&ailslnts could be learned. The last men to reach the garrison were Murphy and Scanlan, two scapegraces of company F.

But the sentry on No, 4 declared they had come around by his post on the south side, whereas Brent was lying almost in front of the quarters of troop, inside the post. Then, again, Scanlan and Murphy were both sober, and neither of them men who would be likely to assault so popular and respected a fellow as Brent. Indeed both of them stoutly denied having had anything to do with the case. What was more, Miss Marshall had said that she heard the altercation, heard a scuffle, and heard, though she could not see, that the man ran toward the cavalry barracks with the corporal in pursuit. Then came tho sound of a shock or blow then the fall, and hurrying downstairs she had called Capt. Lane, and lighting his little hurricane lamp she had hastened out along the road, the captain rapidly following And there at the foot of troop stairway lay Brent, bleeding profusely. "It was some of our men that did it, sir," said Wallace regretfully, "and I'd give a mouth's pay to prove it on thera. I'd give more than that if 1 thought 1 could prove that no cavalryman had anything to do with it.'*

Then the colonel had sent his orderly to ask the doctor how Brent was coming on, and the doctor replied that he was still unconscious and he really could not tell how the case would end. It was from this message the orderly had just returned. Old Morris was greatly disturbed. He had proposed having a review of the entire command, cavalry dismounted, and treating hia guests to a stirring and martial sight, but when the assembly sounded he had completely changed his mind, and so informed his wife. 'Tin all upset about this affair," he said, "and impatient to begin an investigation."

The band was ordered back to quarters, the captains were notified to inspect their companies on their own parades, and merely exchanging hia helmet for forage cap and laying aside his saber the colonel strode over to the office, passing by the three cavalry troops that were nearest him, even cutting across the parade as though to avoid salute, aud appeared directly in front of troop, that was drawn up in double rank and at open order farthest to the south ride. Lieut. Hearn, temporarily in command, was engaged in inspecting carbines, but at sight of the regimental commander discontinued his work and raised his band to the visor of his helmet. ••(jo on. go on, Mr. Hearn," said the colonel gruffly. "I did not mean to interrupt you." Nevertheless, he who had prffl no attention to the other companies plainly halted in front of C, and was fr*mfng the men's faces with eyes that were full of gloom. Next he Strode around the right of the line and passed down in front of the rear rank until he reached the center, where the tallest man were standing, and where he fixed ids gaze upon one soldier, a tail, slender,

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but muscular fellow he looked Trim over from head to foot, but passed him slowly without one word. A sergeant file closer noted that the fingers of the soldier's left hang twitched and closed as the colonel approached, and that a lump seemed to rise in the brawny throat, but was quickly gulped down. There was no other symptom, though, and Lieut. Mason,' the adjutant, who had joined his colonel, saw that the man's eyes never wavered from their look straight to the front, although he might have paled a trifle under that stern, searching gaze.

Half an hour later, inspection being over, the colonel sat in his office, holding an investigation. The captain of troop was absent 011 sick leave at the time, and the command had devolved upon a young officer who had won a fine record in their Arizona days, and who was regarded throughout the regiment as perhaps the most promising of all the subalterns. He was an excellent horseman, a fine tactician, and a drillmaster of whom his men had become vastly proud. Under the mild mannered sway of their captain, a war veteran of uncertain years, had fallen about to the foot in proficiency in drill and horsemanship. But the moment young Hearn got command they began the turning over of a very new leaf. Little instruction of any ldnd except mountain scouting had been imported in Arizona, but when they came e.-ustward, and old Riggs, their former colonel, made way for a much better soldier, discipline and drill began on the instant.

For a few weeks troop had to take all the raspings, and tluv men were disheartened 1 us much by the jeers of their comrades as by the sharp raps of their colonel. Hearn, too, was fretting himself half to death, but when his captain was taken ill and was compelled to turn over the troop to his subaltern, the youngster "took hold" in a way that filled Mason's soul with delight and that speedily enchanted the men. From being the worst, troop soon challenged all comers for the right to be called the best drilled troop at the post, and Capt, Lane, of D, had cordiully congratulated Hearn on the result of his excellent effort. The young fellow had that faculty, in which so many are lacking, of inspiring the men with enthusiasm and interest and by the time April was ushered in there was nothing the troopers of would not do for their young commander.

Black sheep, they say, exist in everjr flock, and while fifty or more of their men swore by their lieutenant, and wers proud to serve under him, there were perhaps two soldiers in the troop who seemed to lose no opportunity of defaming him. One of these was a man named Goss. who had long been on extra or daily duty as clerk for the quartermaster, and whose errors at inspection were of such an exasperating character that Mr. Hearn got authority to make him attend drill until he was reported proficient. This, of course, made Goss, who prided himself on his scholarship and superiority to the general run of the men, anything but happy, aud in his wrath and discontent lie vented his spleen whenever possible to so ut the expense lieutenant.

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