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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 25, 1922)
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If-1 j THE SEARCH I By Grace Livingston Hill- -Lutz Copyright, 1919, by J. B. Llppincott Company —— I I “I see! You’d just applied for Officer’s Training Camp?” “Exactly, and you know you never can tell what rumor a per son like that can start. He’s keen enough to see the advan tage, of course, and follow it up. Oh, he’s got one coming to him all right!” “Yes, he’s keen all right. That’s the trouble. It’s hard to get him.” “Well, just wait. I’ve got him now. If I don’t make him bite the dust! Ye gods! When I think of the way he looks at me every time he sees me I could skin him alive!” “I fancy he’d be rather slip pery to skin. I wouldn't like to try it, Harry 1” “ Well, 'but wait till you see where I’ve got him! He’s in the draft. He goes next week. And they’re sending all those men to our camp! He’ll be a private, of course, and he’ll have to salute me! Won’t that gall him?” “He won’t do it! I know him, and he won’t do it!” “I’ll take care that he does it all right! I’ll put myself in his way and make him do it. And if he refuses I’ll report him and get him in the guard house. See? I can, you know. Then I guess he’ll smile out of the other side of his mouth!” “He won’t likely be iu your company. “That doesn’t make any dif ference. 1 can get him into trouble if he isn’t, but I’ll try to work it that he is if I ean. I’ve got ‘puli’, you know, and I know how to ‘work’ my super iors!” he swaggered. “That isn’t very good policy,” advised the other. “I’ve heard of men picking off officers they didn’t like when it came to bat tle.” “I’ll take good care that he’s in front of me on all such occas ions!” A sudden nudge from his com panion made him look up, and there looking sharply down at him, was the returning captain, and behind him walked John Cameron still with that amused smile on his face. It was plain that they had both heard his boast, llis face crimsoned and he jerked out a tardy salute, as the two passed on leaving him muttering imprecations under his breath. When the front door slammed behind the two Waiuwright spoke in a low shaken growl: “Now what in thunder is that Captain LaRue going on to Bryne Haven fori I thought, of course, he got off at Spring Heights. That’s where his mother lives. I’ll bet he is going up to see Ruth Macdonald! You know they’re related. If he is, that knocks my plans all into a cocked hat. I’d have to sit at attention all the evening, and I couldn’t propose with that cad around!” “Better put it off then and come with m3,” soothed his friend. “Athalie Britt will help you forget your troubles all right, and there’s plenty of time. You’ll get another leave soon.” “How the dickens did John Cameron come to be on speaking terms with Captain La Rue, I’d litv v tu xvnuw i liiusru am wright, paying no. heed to his friend. “Il’m! That does complicate matters for you some, doesn’t it ? Captain La Rue is down at your canip, isn’t he! Why, I sup pose Cameron knew "him up at college, perhaps. Cap used to come up from the university every weekTast winter to lecture at college.” Wainwright muttered a chain of choice expletives known only to men,of his kind. “Forget it I” encouraged his friend slapping him vigorously on the shoulder as the train drevv into Bryne Haven. “Come off that grouch and get busy! You’re on leave, man ! If you can’t visit one woman there’s plenty more, and time enough to get married, too, before you go to France. Marriage is only an incident, anyway. Why make such a fnss abou.t it t” By the fitful glare ,of the sta tion lights they could see- that Cameron was walking with the captain just ahead of them.in the attitude of familiar converse. The sight did not put Wain wright into a bettff humor. At the great gate of the^Mac donald estate Cameron and La Ru$ parted. JFhey could hear fche last words of their conversation. 2 as La Rue swung into the wide driveway and Cameron started on up the street: “I’ll attend to it the first thing in the morning, Cameron, and I’m glad you spoke to me about it! I don’t see any reason why it shouldn’t go through! I shall be personally gratified if we can make the arrangement. Good right and good luck to you!” The two young officers halted at a discreet distance until John Cameron had turned off to the right and walked away into the darkness. The captain’s quick step could be heard crunching along the gravel drive to the Macdonald house. “Well, I guess that about set tles me for the night, Bobbie!” sighed Wainwright. “Come on, let’s pass the time away some how. I’ll stop at the drug store to phone and make a date with Ruth for tomorrow morning. Wonder where I can get a car to take her out? No, I don’t want to go in her car because she al ways wants to run it herself. When you’re proposing to a woman you don’t want her to be absorbed in running a car. See ? ’ ’ “I don’t know. I haven’t so much experience in that line as you have, Harry, but I should think it mi slit be inconvenient.” laughed the other. They went back to the* station. A few minutes later Wainwright emerged from the telephone booth in the drug store with a lugubrious expression. “Doggone my luck! She’s promised to go to church with that cousin of hers, and she’s busy all the rest of the day. But she’s promised to give me next Saturday if I can get off!” His face brightened with the thought. “I guess I can make it. If I can’t do anything else I’ll tell ’em I’m going to be married, and then I can make her rush things through, perhaps. Girls are game for that sort of thing just now; it’s in the air, these war marriages. By George, I’m not sure but that’s the best way to work it after all. She’s the kind of a girl that would do almost anything to help you out of a fix that way, and I’ll just tell her I had to say that to get off and that I'll be court martialed if they find out it wasn’t so. How about it?” “I don’t know, Harry. It’s all right, of course, if you can get away with it, but Ruth's a pretty bright girl and has a will of her own, you know. But now, come on. It’s getting late. What do you say if we get up a party and run down to Atlantic City over Sunday, now that you’re free? I know those two girls would be tickled to death to go, especially Athalie. She’s a westerner, you know, and has never seen the ocean.” “All right, come on, only you must -promise there won’t be any scrapes that will get me into ,the papers and blow back to Bryne Haven. You know there’s a lot of Bryne Haven people go to At lantic City this time of year and I’m not going to have any stories started. I’m going to marry Ruth Macdonald!” “All right. Come on.” CHAPTER II. Ruth Macdonald drew up her little electric runabout sharply at the crossing, as jthe station gates suddenly clanged down in her way, and sat back with a look of annoyance on her face. Michael of the crosiug was so overcareful sometimes that it be came trying. She was sure there was plenty of time to cross before the down train. She glanced at her tiny wrist watch and frowned. Why, it was fully five minutes before the train was due! What could Michael mean^, stand ing there with his flag so import antly and that determined look upon his face? She glanced down the plat form and was surprised to find a crowd. There must be a special expected. What was it? A con . vention of some sort ? Or a pic nic? It was late in the season for picnics, and not quite soon enough for a eollege football game. Who were they, anyvtajO She looked them over and was astonished to find people of every ; class, the workers, t)ie wealthy, the plain every day men, women and children, all with a waiting attitude and a strange seriousness upon them. A» she looked closec she s^w teark on some faces and handkerchiefs everywhere in evi dence. Had some one died? Was this a funeral train they were awaiting? Strange she had not heard! Then the band suddenly burst out upon her with the familiar wail: There’s a long, long trail awind i»g, Into the land of our dreams,— and behind came the muffled tramping of feet not accustomed to marching together. Ruth suddenly sat up very straight and began to watch, an unfamiliar awe upon her. This must be the first draft men just going away! Of course! Why had she not thought of it at once. She had read about their going and heard people mention it the last week, but it had not entered much into her thoughts. She had not realized that it would be a ceremony of public interest like this. She had no friends whom it would touch. The young men of her circle had all taken warning in plenty of time and found them selves a commission somewhere, two of them having settled- up matters but a few days before. She had thought of these draft men, when she had thought of them all, only when she saw men tion of them in the newspapers, and then as a lot of workingmen or farmers' boys who were re luctant to leave their homes and had to be forced into patriotism in this way. It had not occurred to her that there were many hon orable young men who would taae tins wTay or purring rnem selves at the disposal of their country in her time of need, with out attempting to feather a nice little nest for themselves. Now she watched them seriously and found to her astonishment that she knew many of them. There were three college fellows in the front ranks whom she had met. She had danced with them and been taken out to supper by them, and had a calling acquain tance with their sisters. The sis ter of one stood on the sidewalk now in the common crowd, quite near to the runabout, and seemed to have forgotten that anybody was by. Her face was drenched with tears and her lips were quiv ering. Behind her was a gray haired woman with a skewey blouse and a faded dark blue serge skirt too long for the pre vailing fashion. The tears were trickling down heh cheeks also; and an old man with a crutch, and a little round-eyed girl, seemed to belong to the party. The old man’s lips w^ere set and he was looking at the boys with his heart in his eyes. Ruth shrank back not to in trude upon such open sorrow, and glanced at the line again as they straggled down the road to the platform; 50 serious, grave eyed young men with determined mien and sorrow in the droop of their shoulders. One could see how they hated all this publicity and display, this tense moment of farewell in the eyes of the town; and yet how tender they felt toward those dear ones who had gathered thus to do them honor as they went away to do their part in the great wrorld struggle for liberty. As she looked closer the girl saw they were not mature men as at first glance they had seemed, but most of them mere boys. There was the boy that mowed the Macdonald lawn, and the yel low haired grocery boy. There was the gas man and the nice young plumber who fixed the leak in the wat£r pipes the other day, and the clerk from the post office, and the cashier fronuthe bank! What made them look so old at first sight? Why, it was as if sorrow and responsibility had suddenly been put tipon them like a garment that morning for a uniform, and they walked in the shadow of the great sadness that had come upon the world. She understood that perhaps even up to the very day before, they had most of them been merry, careless boys; hut now they were men, made so in a night by the horrible sin that had brought about this thing called war. For the first time since the war began Ruth Macdonald had a vis ion of what the war meant. She had been knitting, of course, with all the rest; she, had spent long mornings at the Red Cross rooms —she was on her way there this very minute when Michael and the procession had interrupted her course—she had made miles of surgical dressings and picked tons of oakum. She had bade her men friends cheery good-byes wheh they went to officers’ train ing camps, and with the other girls welcomed and admired their uniforms when they came home on short furloughs, one by ohe winning his stripes and commis sion. They were alt nign whom she had know* in society'. They had wealth and position and found it easy to get into the kind of thing that pleased them in the army or navy. The danger they were facing seemed hardly a neg ligible quantity. It was the fash ion to look on it that way. Ruth had never thought about it be fore. She had even been severe in her judgment of a few mothers who worried about their sons and wanted to get them exempt in some way. But these stern loyal mothers who stood in close ranks with heavy lines of sacrifice upon their faces, tears on their cheeks, love and self-abnegation iu their eyes, gave her a new view of the world. These were the ones who would be in actual poverty, some of them, without their boys,.and whose lives would be empty in deed when they went forth. Ruth Macdonald had never before real ized the suffering this war was causing individuals until she saw the faces of those women with their sons and brothers and lov ers ; until she saw7 the faces of the brave boys, for the moment all the rollicking lightness gone, and only the pain of parting and the mists of the unknown future in their eyes. It came to the girl with a sud den pang that she was left out of all this. That really it made little difference to her whether America was iu the war or not. Her life would go on just the same—a pleasant monotony of hustle nnrl flmnspmpnt Thprf* would be the same round of so cial affairs and regular engage ments, spiced with the excite ment of war work and occasional visiting uniforms. ‘There was no one going forth from their home to fight whose going Avould put the light of life oiit for her and cause her to feel sad, beyond the ordinary superficial sadness for the absence of one’s playmates. She liked them all, her friends, and shrank from having them in danger; although it Avas splendid to have them doing something real at last. In truth until this moment the danger had seemed so remote; the casualty list of whieh people spoke Avith bated breath so much a thing of vast unknoAvn numbers, that it had scarcely come within her realiza tion as yet. But noAv she sudden ly read the truth in the suffering eyes of these people Avho Avere met to say good-bye, perhaps a last good-bye, to those Avho were dearer than life to them. IIoav would she, Ruth Macdonald, feel, if one of fhose boys were her brother or lover? It Avas incon ceivably dreadful. The band blared on, and the familiar words insisted them selves upon her umvilling mind; There’s a long, long night of waiting! A sob at her right made her start and then turn aAvay quick ly from the sight of a mother’s grief as she clung to a frail daughter for support, sobbing Avith utter abandon, Avhile the daughter kept begging her to “be calm for Tom’s sake.” It Avas all horrible! Why had she gotten into this situation? Aunt Rhoda would blame her for it. Aunt Rhoda would say it was too conspicuous, right there in the front ranks! She put 'her 1-,3_ll__A_A__.1 __ . .1 uuuvt VU nuv Ob(M bVi auu giaUPCU out, hoping to be able to back out and get away, but the road behind was blocked several deep with ears, and the crowd had closed in upon her and about her on every side. Retreat was im possible. However, she noticed with relief that the matter of be ing conspicuous need not trouble her. Nobody was looking her way. All eyes were turned in one directioh, toward that strag gling, determined line that wound up from the Borough half, past the postoffice and bank to the station where the home guards stood uniformed, in open silent ranks doing honor to the boys who were going to fight for them. Ruth’s eyes went reluctantly back to the marching line again. Somehow it struck her that they would not have seemed so for lorn if they had worn new trig uniforms, instead of rusty varied civilian clothes. They seemed like ^ an ill-prepared sacrifice passing in review'. Then sudden ly her gaze Was riveted upon a single figure, the last man in the procession, marching alone, with uplifted head arid a look of self abnegation on his strong young face. All ,at once something sharp* seemed to slash through her soul arid hold, her with a long quiygv of pain and she sat look ing straight ahead staring with a kind of wild., frenzy at John Cameron -walking alone at the s end of the line. (To be continued next week.) ,T1 * ' » ♦ > — The “radio drif|“ is» the latent dance. SfpeciaJ music Is being written for aa old dan^e, picked up in South America by a N.«ySork dancing master and given a new name.