Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 April 1891 — Page 2

It was on Friday evening thsfc in answer to certain dispatches he had been firing at department headquarters, CoL Morris received a message that at least pot him out of uncertainty. That day Tii Palladium had outdone itself, and no one riot conversant with the illimitable faculties of the paid correspondent can begin to imagine the heroic size attained in its columns by the incident briefly sketched in the last chapter: "Continued Persecution of Trooper Welsh! Heaped Up Humiliations on Hin Head! Forced to Show Slavish Hom.it:-? to His Insulter! Helpless Wnt'i nf Comrades!" etc. The details of the incident, as told by the special corre*-nrmdent, lost nothing of sensationalism, and Lieut. Lewis came in now for his share of obloquy. Poor Welsh was represented as having been marched out, and with brutal curses compelled to salute Lieut. Hearn, despite the fact that he. member of the guard, was by law and regulations exempted from the requirement. "In vain (lid the young soldier plead that paragraph 801 of the regulations fully excused him. His relent k-s persecutors defied the laws of congress, and compelled him to 'stand and deliver' for the purpose of adding to the indignities already heaped upon him. Could the readers of The Palladium have heard the low, deep mutterings of the men in tho garrison this night no mutiny on their part need have surprised them."

The editor, too, backed up his correHpondcnt in a three-quarter column assault on the ridiculous etiquette of the army. "It may be," ho said, "all well enough in the conscripted cainps of Europe, where whole nations are forced to nervice under arms, to exact of the rank and file this slavish exhibition to superiors, but it is an insult to the high intelligence of tho soldiers of free America that because a beardless boy happens to have a strap upon his shoulder thousands of scarred veterans should be compelled to do him homage. The whole idea of the salute is repugnant to the republican mind and should be abolished and for that mattor, as we have no further use for an army, why stop at tho salute?"

No doubt tho ninety-and-nine of The Palladium's readers thought their editor was sound, anX J^Vo as opposed to the idea of that courtesy which is officially declared to be "indispensable among military men." as to any: exhibition thereof in the streets of thoir own peaceful and remarkably well regulated metropolis. A

But Col. Morris was himself wofupy perturbed aWt^'this timet ^ffcer Imft©-/-lutFtig Cross and other officers by name, as was to be expected, Tho Palladium man had taken to poking ugly little insinuations at the post commander, and this, thought Morris, was the height of ingratitude. He was in no pleasant mood when the men cauio marching up from stables, aud it stung him to see how cordial everybody was to Hearn, who, confound itl was tho cause of the wholo row. Tho telegram ho had just received settled that matter onco and for all yet ho was glad he had an adjutant on whom to devolve tho coming duty.

Ever since I leum's trouble began Captain aud Mrs. Laue had lost no opportunity to make him understand that they were devotedly his friends, and that if he would but come to them in his sense of utter wrong the shelter of their home, the welcome of their fireside, would be some compensation at least for the harsh treatment accorded to him by the world at large. Thanks to tho efforts of the western newspaper a million or more of free pcoplo had learned to look upon his name as the synonym for all that was swaggering, brutal, drunken and bullying and it was easy to see that the young soldier was

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But an unexpected ally had been discovered. Ile.irn. who had at first held aloof in (wtitude, brooding over his troubles, began to show decided readiness to -ome. And though at alt times grateful and most, attentive to Airs. Lane, that clear sighted young matron speedily not«d how his handsome blue eyes would wander about in search of her quietly observant friend, aud that ever since the night of her tilt with Lawler Miss Marshall's interest in the case had been quadrupled. Now, this was not exactly what Mrs, Lane had planned. She wanted Georgia to marry in the army, but she also wanted, and saw nothing in the least unreasonable in so wan tin,?, to select that spirited young woman's husband for her. She did not for a moment think that there was any dsinger of Georgia's falling in love with Hearn.

He was several years her senior, to be sure he was handsome, distinguished as a soldier, a man of unimpeachable character as modern men go but, she argued, "he is so much younger for his years than Georgia for hers." She bad bad to think so much for herself, and now the man she should marry was— well, not crabbed old Maj. Kenyon, of course he was a widower—sour and yet susceptible. It was only too plain that he loved to come to the house and talk with Miss arshall by the hour, especially when the cavalrymen were all down at stables. Neither did she want the doctor, whom Jeannette MeOea could have if she would only make op her mind to drop Jim Wallace, who was now ~o devoted that the yearning medical man had no chance whatever. No, she didn't sets after all, just the right man for Georgia still she had alwavs thought of some one so much

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older, utterly ignoring tne tact that when left to themselves most women have very different views of their own. Not a word had she uttered to Georgia, of course, but to her loving and indulgent spouse she had gone so far as to say: "It is lovely to see how he is beginning to find comfort in her society but, Fred"— And madame breaks off, irresolute, yet suggestive. '•But, Mabel"— responds her gray eyed lord with indefiniteness equal to her own. "Just suppose"— And then another pause on her part. "Just suppose what, Mrs. Lane—that it should snow before September?' "Now, Fred, you know, or else you haven't any eyes for" "I haven't—except for one," says Lane, parrying the situation with the very words he knows will most delight her. "You absuM boy!" But she comes fluttering across the room to reward him as he deserves. "What I mean is, Georgia might get to think of him." "Well, everybody is thinking of him just now, and in the light of such a catastrophe I suppose I'd have to make him think of her." "He does now and if he doesn't—you can't make people fall in love, can you?" "Agreed, Mrs. Wisehead. Neither can you prevent it, can you? I know I couldn't stop a fellow from falling in love with you some few years ago, hard as I tried. The more I tried to put you away, the more you kept coming into that fellow's empty head." (Here Capt. Lane is rewarded again, and as soon as able to speak resumes.) "So why worry now?" "Well, I'm not worrying exactly, only" "Only what? Every man can't have a wife like mine. Still, wouldn't she make rather a good one?" "Good? Goodness 1 But the question is to find the right man. However, I kno\Mtvhat you mean, Fred. Don't interfere so I won't. And there they are chatting in the parlor, yet, and it's time for him to get ready for parade— Why, here's Mr. Mason!" And Mrs. Lane, who had slipped into the dining room, caught sight of the adjutant at the front door. "What is it, Mason?" asked Lane, a sudden trouble in his eyes, as lie hurried through tho hall. "The oolonel wishes Mr. Wharton to assume command of 0 troop temporarily. Pm ordered to place Hearn in arrest," was the answer, in tones that trembled a littfc despite Mason's efforts at impas-

I^^^lfend #as extended as though to dose the parlor door, which stood ajar, but ho was too late." The clink of the scabbard without had already been heard, and almost at the instant Hearn stepped forth into the hall. "You won't have far to look, old fellow. Here I am." "My heaven. Hearn! I thought to find you over home, 01* I would" never have come here on such an errand." "Never mind I am with you. Goodby, captain say good afternoon to—to tho ladies for me." "By Jove! I'm going over with you," said Lane, snatching a forage cap and springing down the steps. He did not want to encounter the questioning eyes within.

But Mabel and Georgia Marshall met at the parlor door. "Have you heard—do you know?" was tho faltering question of the former. "Hear! Know! Who could help hearing? Is it not an outrage?"

CHAPTER X1IL

If Frank Hearn was a wronged and unhappy man before the regiment marched away his troubles seemed only intensified now. Deprived of the command of his troop and confined to his quarters in close arrest, he was confronted by a new sorrow, one least expected, yet hardest of all to bear.

Tho sharp assaults of The Palladium to a certain extent had been discontinued. One great aud influential journal of the northwest had taken the pains to investigate the situation independently, and was now giving its readers the benefit of the facts in the case of the much heralded martyr Welsh. And when that eminent patriot was thus shown up in his true colors the other papers had to moderate their ecstasies on his account Very few managing editors, indeed, had not already been shrewd enough to see what he must inevitably turn out to be. But the originators had hoped to effect their onslaught on the army before the actual" character of their witnesses was exposed.

The moment The Pioneer came to the rescue it was time for them to change the line of attack, for no%ne of their number dared lock horns on a question of fact with a journal so fearless and respected. Still, as the truth can never overtake a lie, and as in this case the lie had a week's start, these exponents of the ethics of Americaai journalism had reason to feel moderately well satisfied. It would be prudent, however, to let the matter "simmer" now and there were other reasons, too so Mr. Abrams was recalled from Ms mission to Central City and set to work at the foundations of the character of a gentleman just spoken of in connection with the coming mmuknpoi elections. Be had hitherto borne an unimpeachable name in the community, but his friends had committed the grievous offense of speaking of him for mayor before The Palladium had been consulted.

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audit therefore Became 'me jp&iiacamn's duty to pull his props from under him. tog himself for the time being announcement that the miliauthorities at division and army headquarters had expressed their deep sense of obligation toThe Palladiupa for having brought to light the scandalous condition of affairs at Feat Ryan. and that it had received their assurances that as a result of its

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would be brought to trial by court martial, this public spirited journal wisely turned its attention elsewhere. Other papers, of course, kept up the hue and cry, but The Pioneer's columns having warned them that their mar^rwas after all only a scamp, and theirflpkim a young officer with a capital military record whom the court migjjit after all acquit, it became necessary to prepare the puVLic mind for such a bouleversement by pitching into military courts in general as "Star Chamber" affairs, organized only to convict privates and whitewash officers, one journal going so far as to announce that a "court martial for Lieut. Hearn meant simply that a body of men, each and every one of whom was in the daily habit pf violating every rule of decency and humanity, was to sit in judgment on his case and declare him innocent."

AH this, of course, came ifluly marked and with pencil comment to Mr. Hearn from scores of anonymous senders as he 6at dazed and disheartened in his cheerless room but this was not all. Nearly two weeks had elapsed now since the first assault, and the home letters, for which he had looked with mingled fear and longing, had begun to come. The first he opened was from his mother. She had received the marked copies of The Palladium of the first three or four days, sent no one knew by whom, and they were quickly followed by others.

What was it Thackeray wrote? "There are stories to a man's disadvantage that the women who are fondest of him are always the most eager to believe."

Is re of to a this case for you?" A. uevoteci woman ana motmer was Mrs. Hearn, but her sole knowledge of army life was derived from what she had seen around their nearly ruined home in a southern city about the &OS&* of the war. Frank's boyhood was spent in straitened circumstances, but little by little his father's toil and pluck had restored their fallen fortunes, and, a stanch soldier himself, he could not wonder that the young fellow's heart should be wrapped up in the hope of a commission. Poor Mrs. Hearn! she had looked for something far different, and even her pride at Frank's winning a cadetship at West Point by competitive examination did not reconcile her to his entering upon a profession which would associate him with such characters as she had seen about the time the great army was being disbanded, and hundreds of officers seemed to have nothing to do but carouse. By the time he was graduated his father's practice had become so well established as to warrant the squire-colonel's yielding to his wife's pleadings.

Secretly he rather wanted the boy to go on in his career, and was prouder of the chevrons the handsome young cadet captain had worn than of the old tarnished sleeve knots that he had put away so reverently the day after Appomattox, where Lee's kindly hand had rested for a moment on his arm when he went to bid his beloved chief adieu. Yielding to her entreaties he offered Frank good inducements to drop the army and come home and study law, but the youngster said his heart was bound up in the cavalry. The mother had let him go with prayers and tears. The letters from Ryan were buoyant, ami made no mention of care or trouble of any kind. How could he ask his father's help when he had refused his offer? The colonel rejoiced at the yonngster'n independence and decision, slthongh he said nothing to his wife. Then came Frank's orders for Arizona, and Mrs. Hearn sobbed herself to sleep.

Again the father said, "Resign if yon like and 111 start yon here," but in the solitude of his library he kissed the boy's letter and blessed Jrim in his heart of hearts for replying, "I wouldn't be my father's son were I to resign now, with the prospect of sharp fighting ahead." Heaven! with what-tresnbHng hands and tear dimmed eyes lbte read the glowing words of old Capt. Rawlins' dispatch telling how brilliant and daring the boy had been in the first.fierce battle with the Apaches. He draped the Stars and Stripes over Frank's picture in the parlor, and bade the neighbors in to diink to the new south and the old flag, and even Mrs. Hearn, ever pessimistic and filled with secret dread of vague temptations that she knew not of, fearing them more than peril or ambuscade, took heart and strove to rejfc^ that Frank was such a soldior. How shocked and sorrow stricken they were when but a short time after came the tidings of the old captain's lamented death! How they studied all Frank's letters and learned to know the regimental officers through his eyes, and longed to meet that capital adjutant, Lane, when be came to CSnckmaii recruiting!

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and the north bound "flyer" on the Queen and Crescent to go thither and /make the acquaintance of his boy's friend, and sat for hours with Lane at the (dub, listening to his praise of Frank. Then came the eastward move again, and a brief leave, and the mother's heart yearned over her stalwart son, wondering at the bronze and tan of his once fair skin and rejoicing in the strength of his handsome face. Mother like, she sought long talks with him and strove to^egjtechise him as to what they did wh&yjrot actually in the field.

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great deal of dissipation? Did they not play cards? Were there not too many temptations to drink wine? What opportunity had they for attending divine service? etc. So far as he himself was concerned he answered frankly, but as to his comrades, all these questions he had laughingly parried. He had now been six years an officer, and had never once asked his father for money, yet she nursed her theory that under it all there was something hidden. From childhood she had been taught that army life meant frivolity and dissipation, if not {•ice, and now at last, when her husband was miles away from home looking after investments he had made in Florida, came this startling and terrible confirmation of her fears.

In glaring head lines, in crushing, damning terms, in half a score of prominent northern papers she read of her son as a drunken bully, a gambler, an abusive tyrant to the helpless meu committed to his charge, and, utterly overwhelmed, the poor soul hadHhrown herself upon her knees to implore of heaven the strength to bear the dreaded blow, and wisdom to guide her aright in the effort to reclaim her wayward boy. The gray haired pastor, for whom she had sent, came and mingled his tears and prayers with hers, and then they had between them written the letter that was now before him:

It is but Che confirmation of along haunting fear. I have all along felt that you were holding back something from me, my son, and God only knows how I have prayed that this cup might be spared me and this sin averted from you. I dreaded the temptation of army life for one of your impulsive temperament. I strove, I rebelled against tho idea of your being subjected to such companionship. I hoped against hope that it might not be as I feared, but. alas! my intuition was right after all. Do not think I am angry, my hoy. Do not let this drive you from us. As soon as it is over come home, and all that a mother's love can do shall be done to spare you further bitterness. My first impulse was to wire your uncle James at Washington to ask if something could hot be done to avert tho court martial, but good old Dr. Wayne, whoso son was in the army before the war, tells me that it is hopeless, and that tho best that can be done is to get your resignation accepted, so that, though you have to quit the service, as he says, it may not bo by the disgrace of a sentence. I have, therefore, wired James to go at once to tho secretary, and Dr. Wayne has also invoked tho aid of some influential friends. Wire 1110 instantly on receipt of this, that I may know that you are bearing up manfully. It will soon bo over. May God sustain you, my son. is tho prayer of your devoted and distracted MOTHER. p. S.—Fr.vik. my worst anxiety is on your poor father's acoo v.it. I dread to think of the effect this news will have upon him. He never appreciated tho danger as I did.

And this was the letter poor Hearn was almost raging over when the door opened, after a single prefatory bang, and in came the major. "Hello, lad! How are you today? The regulations which forbid your visiting the commanding officer don't prevent liis coining in to see you, I suppose. Any more newspaper attacks? You couldn't have got much worse if you had been running for president of these United States. I see that three papers of my beloved home are now calling me ugly names because my brother published a letter in which I had the temerity to say to him that Welsh was a sneak and Abrams a slouch and you a soldier but I never expect anything better. Why, Hearn, my boy, forgive nfe. Something's wrong, and here I'm rattling away and never seeing it." "Read that," said Hearn and the major read, with wonderment and concern deepening in his grizzled face, then turned away to the window with a long whistle. "Well, lad, that is something even 1 hadn't thought of. By gad! I'm going to write a few lines to your good mother on my own hook she reminds me of mine. No no Shutting yourself up in your bedroom now. Come out here oir the piazza, where there's sunshine, and where there will be roses presently. Mrs. Lane and Miss Marshall have gone over to the hospital with some jellies for Brent, and it's time for them to return. Come out, I say, or, as commanding officer of the post, Til send a file of the guard to har.l you out. You've lost three shades of tan in four days, and I'm not going to let you mope in here,, if I have to annul your colonel's order of close arrest and give you extended limits. Come out."

There was no resisting the major there was no resisting the deeper longing in Ins heart. Every day since his incarceration Mrs* Laue had found means to *md him some friendly little note, together with dainties of domestic manufacture every day she and Miss Marshall had appeared at least once or twice upon the walk in front, although he could not join them and now they were interesting themselves in Corp. Brent, said the major, and the corporal was getting well enough to be read to a tittle while and to see some of his chnms for a few minutes and to inquire how he had been hurt. Kenyon fairly towed his prisoner out through the hall and landed him on the veranda just as the noonday drum was sounding orderly ryll, then rattling out "Roast Beef of Old England" in hoarse accompaniment to the piping of the fife. ffolf an hour later two parasols could be distinguished above the low shrubbery farther east along the row, and the ladies on Bumham's veranda, where the doc' sr was seated in clover, now that Wallace had ridden away, stepped forward to the hedge and accosted the bearers and strove to persuade them to stay. Hearn's heart seemed to halt in protest, then pounded gladly away agairt for the delay was but momentary —phenomenally short for feminine chats, but the mail was coming, and Mrs. Lane was impatient to get her letters. Once more the parasols came floating along above the hedge. One, held some six inches higher than the other, was on.th*

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outside, lartnest rrom tne tence. M'Jaat was hers, and she it must be who would first coino in sight from behind the big lilac bush in Brodie's yard. I

If Mrs. Brodie should happen w'see them and stop them! But no Mrs. Brodie went across the parade to the Crosses' half an hour ago, thank heaven. Heairn's eager eyes were fixed upon the outer edge of that lovely lilac screen, longing for the first glance of the face he had seen in his dreams night and day now for nearly a week. If she were thinking of him, if he were anything to her, would not she be apt to look toward this veranda the instant she hove insight around that sheltering bush? "Yonder they come now," said Kenyon, slowly lowering his boot heels from the balcony rail. 'Tin going to stop them at the gate to see how Brent is."

Another instant, and once more the floating fringes of the outer parasol came sailing slowly into sight beyond the lilacs, then the white ferrule, a daintily gloved hand, a white draped shoulder, then a proudly poised, dark haired head, thick, low arched eyebrows?)and long curling lashes through a flimsy web of veil that hung almost to the rosy lips, close compressed then sudden upward sweep of lash, a quick, straight glance from two deep, dark eyes, a gleam of joy, of glad recognition, an instant parting of the curving lips and a flash of white, even teeth, and Heara's heart throbbed and bounded. She had seen him instantly and was glad.

Yet it was Mi's. Lane who had to do most of the talking, for Georgia Marshall was strangely silent. Every now and then her eyes seemed to take a quick note of the pallor of his face and the lines of care and trouble. Kenyon had held open the gate and quietly steered the two ladies to the veranda, where Hearn was hastily placing chairs and though the mail orderly was approaching and Mrs. Lane knew there must be letters from her captain, she could not take Georgia instantly away, and so for a few moments they sat there in their dainty summer gowns and with deep sympathy in their eyes—eyes so different in colbr, yet so like in expression, they would have cheered a sorer heart than Hearn's.

The orderly carrying the mail came briskly in at the gate. "I left Mrs. Lane's letters at the house, ma'am," he said, as he handed a package to Kenyon and proceeded to unload half a dozen bulky newspapers 011 Hearn. Kenyon had opened his official letter with brief "excuse me" and then began to chuckle: "Hearn, my boy, they mean to do you all proper honor. Just look at this detail, will you? Four or five colonels and majors and half a dozen captains to sit in judgment, and—well, if this don't beat all! old Lawler himself for judge advocate."

Hearn's face was flushing and paling by turns. "You don't mean that Col. Lawler himself is detailed?" "Certainly I do and what do you want to bet The Palladium doesn't say that this was done in deference to its suggestion that 110 biased associates of the accused officer should be allowed to officiate, as tho people will ,tolerate no whitewashing of character in this most flagrant case, or words to that effect? Oh, I know those fellows! There's more conceit in one newspaper office in my beloved home than in all the armies in Christendom."

The ladies had risen, Mrs. Lane's eyes saying plainly to her friend, "We ought to go." "Does the court meet here?" asked Hearn quietly. "Please don't go, Mrs. Lane—not just yet." "Indeed we must, Mr. Hearn. I know you need to confer with the major now, and we will only bo in the way."'

Hearn's eyes had sought Miss Marshall's. She W!is standing by the balcony with half averted face, yet listening intently. "The court meets here, and on Monday of next week. Vwrily, Hearn, public wrath demands a prompt trial of your villainy. Now, with Lawler to prosecute, you'll need a friend to defend. Who is it to be?" "I have not asked any one," said Hearn, slowly. "The charges have not yet reached me. I do not know of what am to be accused, who are the witnesses, or anything about it. Whom jould I ask to oppose Lawler?"

Miss Marshall had slowly turned, and oow looked full at Kenyon's troubled face. Her slender hands were clasping 1 her breath seemed to come and go alawst too quickly. "There's no man here fit to advise you, Seam, and I knov of no one quite a' natch in subterfuge for that 'Tombs Liawler,'" was the reluctant answer. "Then I'll fight it out alone as best I an," said Hearn at last.

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The ladies were going Mrs. Lane was own the steps already, and the major tly striving to raise her parasol, .earn had clasped Miss Marshall's slen* db hand as she turned to say adieu, the frank, cordial pressure embolden wi him. He would have held it firmly,Abut as firmly, yet gently, it was withdrawn. ly a week yet, Mr. Hearn," she her bosom rising and falling, y. "Is there no officer you know up this case for you?" ir not, Miss Marshall. You know Fm not even a first lieutenant yet, and he is a lieutenant colonel." •She looked up one instant iu his eyes, en with sudden impulsive movement l^held forth the hand she had just withdrawn. "Good-by," she said, turned quickly and, was gone.

For a moment,the two friends walked on silence. "A penny for your thoughts, Georgia?" "IVish I were a man." "On his account, 'is it? Don't yon knovj—he would far, far rather have yon just as you are?"

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