Nebraska Newspapers

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T troy headquarters In the
capital St is always possible
to pick cp stories of the serv
ice. and let it be said that
they are not always stories
of »ar. Cupid was armed,
eves though his weapon was
“Sly a bow and Mars tries
biadly to Cupld
Two of these srtcy tales
toad* a listener take the lib
erty of asking the right to
reproduce, at.d So here they
are rm with some slight
change oS name, but with no
•*•*»» of circumstances
I'Ts' lJratcaaM Koiert Emmett Kavansurh
*M Ura« wp and down hts narrow quarters
•n r. t t.rady. Mich -an. holding * telegram
in band. He bad read It twenty times,
be* a: etery second turn in bis nervous walk
r*--4 It agsln The telegram was dated
*'■ *- and this ;s what It aa'd: "Leave
Ttvr»day far Florida l scle Frank ill Stay
»«4««Mie Karak Iie*m<*d~
l-eut aat Hob Ksvanaugh ar.d Xorah Des
nsid
engaged,
as a few
They were to be mar
arrvnimods lire superior
officers would conwen* to be killed off or die
iti ■ - r : a isd thereby give Hob a chance
;•» eajriaia instead of lieutenant before
* '* ujtce .4. irfhrial papers The yovnc officer
had £i f the mit of bis wajtir.g at about a
year
Xnr_:_'s gates to rortdi" he muttered to
hmuw.f "I ha dr n't seen her for tltrtr weeks
‘! £ * t s-e <rr f..r tit months to come
l »rle Frank U one of the kind »na never
<te* never ret* we!!, and Nora h'll stay
daw* t ere until the oid man is willing to let
her g«* J*he * more of a stickl* r for duty than
f*W M -rga the commanding officer, and that's
“t'H a lot He w on t give me a leave. I've
had too many Great Wcne d Scott, bat I
w ..d rhe to aee Xorah before she goes.”
dt-d iJeuteautt Hubert Emmett Kavanaugh
sighed
Kasoraar" couldn't keep anythin* to h!m
*»4 Ja tr« minutes he was telling hit
Perry Lanyard of the artfl
:t r- rj» i'.raee Lp Kavanargh.” said Lan
V Mures Is going to send a general prls
°*#T throng* Chicago to Fcrt Sherman to
» " ' '" si He sis g> ‘.eg to send a sergeant
■r~ *n't a very pleasant duty, but
f *ou n volunteer. J think Mucss will send
yens and yon can stop off on your way back
tr-Jta Sfeerr an—it la <m!y a few miles from
Chicago-*nd see your Mue-eyed Xcrah be
*®fe Ite gets on the Florida limited * ”
Twelve boom from that time Lob Kava
aaurh was string ;r. the smoking car of a Chl
' **° 1 ’ram with a l * Celt revolver
■ragged around fcim and an eclirted man
with a downcast lock, sitting alongside of him
”-*•** had a soft ocart. The
at fc.s side lad seen eight years of service and
had never been in trouble before He had
assaulted the -top- sergeant, a serious offense
m »h» cray as may r«* without aving
up Spencer” said the lieutenant
-y»u»e i«-ea a good aofdler. as I know, and
I don't think It will so very hard with rou
sts months at the morn—and then you'll be
restored to duty “
”1 hit t :m. all right, lieutenant.” answered
Private Jau.es Spencer -and be deserved It if
ewer a mas did. but you can't do atich things
In the army, no matter what the top' says to
yo« and *o I am g«<»d for two years and a
'hobtaiT d.-charge Its tough | never saw
the Inside of the ‘mill' before in my eight
yewra' sorvleo. except when 1 was on guard ”
Part of a freight train went Into a ditch
ahead of the Foot Grady passenger train
Karan a ugh and hts prisoner were delayed five
hoars Tho lieutenant fumed and said things
order Ha breath Finally the way was cleared
and the tram ran on to Chicago. It was Thurs
day and in four boors Norsk's train would
leave for Florida It waa utterly Impossible
lor the , fficer to get his prisoner to Fort Sher
man and to return in time to say good by to
fcl* fiancee
(Cavanaugh and hta charged stepped from
the tram Into the Chicago depot. Hob’s heart
was nos* ”! ant see her.” he said to tlm
orlf I can’t stand It for alx months” At
that n»‘ant be saw at the depot cigar stand,
making a purchase. Jack Macon, a Chicago club
mas and as lot'-rate friend (Cavanaugh bur
red Ha barge over toward the vocr.g fellow.
-Jars old man. glad to see you You have an
fioar or two to sp**e 1 know you have Don't
mr r >” and w "h that the lieutenant grabbed
his frier.d by the arm. motioned his prisoner
to wai d. and the three went on a half
trot u*o tl- office of a hotel across the
■tree* Knvar jgb threw a *1 hi!! before the
rWrfc end ordered a room He hurried the
aauowipi' f Bacon and the prisoner into the
aga*”-m*-ot -m tho second floor.
iv. 11: i-igo. id a low mor, as
fCm j, ,, c# • *• rfc this man I muir see
Nocafe tJetnvond lifce's tiff to Florida Take
tfeia r » and don't rail me." and wish that
First L^utensn! Robert Km melt Karanaugh
stored a mo m into Jack Bacons hand,
kolttid hr«-i«k the door, out of the hotel and
w u , trailer car In twenty minutes to was
• rfc. Scent I>-*n>or.d. who was in the midst
af the la»t tears of ;reparation for her Flor
ida trt»
!t rwet.tr taiau'et non the doorbell of the
«af tang «ote*tlf The maid opened It and
m rusted Jack Btras. flosfced and fairly be
•vde timer’-f “Bob.” be yelled, “your prisoner
He kicked open a door Into the
and Jumped onto a low roof and
rfcea into the alley ! took a abot at him.
bwt bus*’.t wten I got down be was clean
Kr vaeaugh sank into a chair, bis face
-N-esb “ be said, “this means cotirt
aad dismissal for me unless I can
mri it* :.-aw« jt*a a clean case of neglect
«f doty, awful neglect of duty, and old Muggs
geese*- hose me any too well, anyway Jt*s
ati jp. eewr if ! dr* t ret him. and If I am
ktrfcrd out of the army I don't know what III
£. | ran t even dig a ditch, though I'd try
wCUngty enough for yon But this wont
psi rm off. but m be at the train to
sar puC by.* and Karanaugh was out of the
//aM, tenets”
door and down the stairs four steps at a time.
Over on Halsted street in a room above a
store a pretty, pale girl sat talking to a sol
dier in uniform. "It's all up. Polly,” he was
saying, “i hit the 'top' sergeant. He deserved
It. but 1 was put in arrest and was to be tried,
and ft meant two years. I just cut away from
a 'cit' whom the officer who had me in tow
left me in care of. The officer went to see his
girl. I guess he's in love cr he wouldn’t have
done such a fool trick. Well. I'm in love, too.
Polly dear, but I've got to get out of this as
soon as I can get other togs on.”
“Oh. this is awful. Jim.'' said the girl, “and
you'll be a deserter, too.”
"I won't get any more for that than I'd get
for the other. 1 don't like the idea any better
than you do. I guess the officer will get it
harder than I will. It's neglect of duty with
him and that'll kick him out of the service.
I'm sorry for him. for he isn’t half a bad sort.”
Then suddenly changing the subject the sol
dier said. "How’s your mother?'*
“Better. Jim, but she'd have died if It hadn’t
been for Miss Norah Desmond She's an an
gel. I had to stop work to nurse mother, and
the money gave out and I got sick, and Miss
Norah gave us a* nurse and a doctor and did
lots else. I think she saved my life, too.”
_ “Norah Desmond. Polly? That's the name
of the girl the lieutenant I cut from Is to mar
ry He'll be disgraced and the girl will suffer.
She saved you and your mother, did ‘she.
Polly? (let on your things, quick. She leaves
for Florida. I know the train. The lieutenant
11 be there. I know that. Hurry, girl.”
Lieutenant Robert Emmett Kavanaugh was*
kissing Norah Desmond good-by. His face was
pale and anxious “I'm afraid It’s all up with
me. Norah.” he was saying, “but keep up a
good heart.”
Just then from behind him came a voice
loud and with something of a ring of humor
In it “Sir. all are present and accounted for.”
Kavanaugh turned like a flash. There stood
Private Spencer saluting with his right band,
while his left waa bolding that of a very pret
ty girl
"Spencer, you're a brick," said Kavanaugh.
and nothing but army training kept him from
flapping his Inferior on the back. 'Til use
official friend I have to get you out of
your scrape."
A year later In pleasant quarters at Fort
Grady sat Captain Kavanaugh and his wife.
“Norah.” he said. "First Sergeant James Spen
cer has applied for a furlough to go to Chicago
to get married Shall I approve the applica
tion?”
“Bob. tr you don't.” said Norah. with her
eyes dancing. “I'll get a divorce.”
The story of Robert Emmett Kavanaugh and
Norah Desmond was told by an ‘‘ancient”
just about ready to take his place on the re
tired list. The second story of West Point
life came from the lips of a stripling soldier
who perhaps had recent and keen memories of
the matter in band.
“Do your duty though the heavens fall.”
said the commandant of cadets to the battal
ion of stripling soldiers. The commandant
had a curious way of mixing his aphorisms,
but he meant well.
Obedience and devotion to duty are the key
notes of the scale of life's harmony at West
Point.
Billy Lang was a first classman. Billy was
a private. He probably would have been a
cadet officer if be hadn't been caught the
previous winter taking a trip to Cold Spring
over the frozen surface of the Hudson.
It was in Billy’s “yearling camp" that he
met Frances Curtis.
Billy Lang was the oldest man in his class
and consequently was called “dad.” He was
Just under the age limit when he entered and
would be within a month of 20 when he grad
uated. Now Billy was in love with Frances
Curtis.
He was sitting with her now under the trees
near the camp guard tents. Billy was on
guard, though off post for the time being.
“Yon see. Miss Curtis," he said, “the second
class being on furlough and the 'plebes' not
being military enough yet to do duty, we first
classmen have to walk post to help the 'year
lings' out. When the plebes are turned in to
the battalion we will do guard duty only as
officers."
“It must be hard work, this walking up and
down all night long, Mr. Lang," said Frances.
but then it's duty and I always did admire
a soldier’s devotion to his duty."
“Yes, duty is everything. I was always a
great stickler for it," answered Billy. “One
should always do his duty up to the handle,
no matter what direction it takes nor whom
the doing of it hits."
“I think you are right, Mr. Lang. There's
a certain nobility about it that appeals to one."
Billy Lang was hugely pleased to find that on
the subject of duty Frances Curtis’ ideas coin
cided with his own. He changed the subject,
however, abruptly "I see that Mr. Jackson is
here," he said, looking at Frances in a half
curious way
“Yes." answered the girl, a touch of color
coming Into her cheeks, “he came up on the
Powell yesterday and is to stay here until
tomorrow
Frederick Jackson was a civilian admirer of
Miss Curtis.
“I'm sorry I'm on guard today. Miss Curtis."
said Billy, “for there is a hop tonight in the
mess hall, and I can't be there. I shall think
of you waltzing while I am walking my dreary
post.”
“What number are you. Mr. LangT"
"Number four." answered Billy. “It's Just
back of the commandant's tent and runs par
allel to the road lending along the blufT to the
hotel. I go on post at taps and walk until
midnight. I’ll be there Just at the time the
hop is over.”
“Hurry up and turn out. first relief." yelled
the corporal of the guard, and Billy Lang said
i
' / Do/tecf
through the
ctoo/
a hasty good-by and dug out at double time
for the gun rack outside the first guard tent.
“It's duty.” he sighed to himself, "a hard
duty, hut still duty even If It does take you
away from the girl you love.”
It was eleven o'clock at night Taps had
sounded an hour earlier. Billy Bang was
pacing up and down number four between the
trunks of the great elms, which, with the sen
tinels, guarded the camp. It was the blackest
kind of a night. Up on Crow’s Nest mountain
and to the northward toward the Catskills
Hudson’s crew was playing tenpins. It is a
long bowling alley which Old Rip’s friends use
when they begin their favorite game. The
thunder came nearer and the lightning played
overhead. This is a time when the sentinel,
with his steel bayonet pointing skyward, feels
more nervously apprehensive than when in the
face of a human enemy. Patter, patter, patter,
the rain began to fall on the leaves of the
elms. The sentinels on number four knew
that in a minute the gates would be open and
then deluge
The flickering oil lamp at the south end of
the post sent a feeble gleam out into the
darkness. Forty yards down the roadway
Billy Lang saw someone approaching. “Who
comes there?" rang out the challenge.
"Friends." came the answer in a man's
voice.
A flash of lightning lit up the roadway and
Billy Lang saw Frederick Jackson and Frances
Curtis held motionless by his challenge. At
that instant came the fleluge. Umbrellaless'
and unprotected In any way stood the young
couple, straining their eyes toward a place
where they knew was a young fellow with a
bayonet-tipped rifle.
Billy Lang knew that he could strain a
point and let the two pass. Any cadet In the
corps would have done it on recognition as
certain as his. But Billy was a stickler for
duty. He knew his orders “Halt, friends.”
he said, and then raising his voice, he yelled.
"Corporal of the guard No. 4.”
How the rain did come down. Frances Cur
tis’ light ball dress was a rag She was chill
ed through and she stood holding the arm of
her escort and shivering from her light slip
pers to the bedraggled rose thtat crowned her
hair Frederick Jarkscn was in as bad a
plight, though he didn’t allow himself to
shiver.
“it's my duty. ’ said Billy Lang to himself,
“and Frances is a stickier for duty: she'll
like me ail the better for it.”
The corporal came at last. He allowed the
shivering couple to pass on to the hotel He
saw the plight they were in. and if he hadn't
been a 'yearling' corporal and Billy Lang a
first classman h? would have told No 4 that
he was an ass for not using a little common
sense and allowing the storm-stricken pair to
pass.
Frederick Jackson left for New York the
next morning. When he was relieved from
guard Billy Lang called at the hotel. Miss
Curtis could not be seen that day She was
slightly indisposed The next afternoon Billy
Lang received a note. It was in Frances Cur
tis' handwriting. It read like this: “A tele
gram from New York tells mother that Mr.
Jackson is dangerously ill with pneumonia as
a result of exposure in the storm. He has no
relatives nearer than England. I am a great
stickler for duty and so mother and I are
Just leaving for New York to nurse Mr Jack
son. You will doubtless applaud my course,
for you are one of duty's own disciples.”
Frances Curtis did not return to West Point
that summer. It was late in the fall when
the postman one day handed Billy Lang an en
velope postmarked New York. It contained
wedding cards in which the names or Curtis
and Jackson were prominent
A yearling corporal stuck his head in the
door ''Tomorrow. Lang.” he said, “you are on
special duty."
"D— n duty.” said Billy.
And the officer of the day who was passing
"skinned” him for profanity.
Couldn’t Stand the Loss
ijmc* l*aah Saunders Did Not See
M«s War Clear to Selling the
Stale Cracker*.
“How much are milk crackers a
pound. Uncle Isaiah?" the young
| daughter of one of hia regular cus
tomers asked him one morning.
"Wa-al." Uncle Isaiah replied, after
some deliberation, "that depends on
which lot yon want them out of. If
yon want them, over there." pointed
to a box on one of the nearest shelves,
which showed through Its glass face
that It was somewhat leas than a auar
ter full of not very fresh-looking bis
cuits, "they'll cost you twelve, be
cause they cost me ten cents and a
half a month ago”
He paused persuasively.
"But If you want them," and he in
dicated with some reluctance a new
tin box of crackers in perfect condi
tion, "you can have them for ten cents
a pound. Crackers went down last
week, and them there only cost me
eight”
'Til take the fresh ones," the girl
■aid; then, seeing a shadow fall on
the face o. the old man. who had been
waiting her decision with some anx
iety. she cried, “You couldn’t think I
would rather pay more for stale crack
ers than you are offering me fre-h
ones for, now could you. Uncle Isaiah?
But I'll take the broken ones If you'll
let me have them for ten cents. It
really doesn't make much difference
to us, and I suppose you want to sell
.the stale ones.”
The pennies count In tittle old gro
cery stores in New England, where
the profit ot a year’s often not more
I
•han tliree or four hundred dollahs.
“I can’t let you have them crackers
for ten cents, Nellie. Td like to do it,
but I can’t." Uncle Isaiah replied,
firmly. "They cost me ten cents and
a half!" he sighed. "You’d better
take the new ones."
And Nellie did.—Youth’s Compan
ion.
Exact Description.
"My brother has Just got a snap of
a Job."
“What Is Itr
“Settin* traps."
IN LESS STRENUOUS TIMES
Explanation of the Difference Be
tween Domestic Standards Now
Those of Long Ago.
In the Woman’s Home Companion
there is an interesting presentation of
the difference that exists between the
domestic standard of young married
women of today and those of the past
generation. How did the women of
the middle class of a generation or
two ago manage when they could not
keep help? Following is the answer
quoted from a Companion editorial:
“They lived according to their
means; they did not set up impossible
standards, and they knew much less
about the science of bringing up chil
dren. They had no special style to
keep up; gave the children a weekly
bath; kept the table set between
meals; did cot serve their meals in
courses, but put all the food on the
table at once; confined their social
affairs to evening calls and parties,
and church suppers, at which they
wore the same black silk dress for at
least two seasons; in short, every
woman did only what she could, and
cer friends made it easier for her by
doing likewise.”
Woman’s Way.
“A woman’s convention, eh? What
do women know ahout enthusiasm?
I Now at the last national convention
we men cheered our candidate for an
hour." .
“That's all right,” said his wife.
“We threw kisses at ours for sixty
seven minutes by the clock."—Louis
ville Courier-Journal.
Self-Evident.
Louis N. Parker, the playwright,
has a ready wit, as was demonstrated
at a supper party the other night.
Parker’s neighbor, a famous actress,
nodded toward a pretty girl at the
next table and said: "Don't you think
she's awfully young to wear such a
decollete gown?” “Well,” said Mr.
Parker, “she certainly Is a stripling.”
CREAM OF RYE
For health and energy eat it for
breakfast. Reduces cost of living.
Free Silver Spoon in every package.
Ask your grocer for a package.
Before the Scrap.
“Why are you rushing around so to
day?" “I'm trying to get something
for my wife.” “Had any offers?”—
Louisville Courier-Tournal.
Step .the Pain.
The hurt of a hurn or a cut stops when
Cole's Carbolisalve is applied, it heals
quickly and prevents scars. 2:>c and 50c by
druggists. For free sample write to
J. W. Cole & Co., Black River Falls. Wis.
No Doubt About It.
And every good husband, no doubt,
is sure that he is married to one of
the world's twenty greatest women.
Thousands of Consumptives die every
vear. Consumption results from a neg
lected cold on the lungs. Hamlins Wizard
Oil will cure these colds. Just rub it into
the chest and draw out the inflammation.
Pessimism.
A pessimist is one who receives a
pair of gloves as a present and wor
ries because they will soon wear out.
Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets regulate
and invigorate stomach, liver and bowels.
Sugar-coated, tiny granules. Easy to take
as candy.
Some people get so accustomed to
looking on the bright side that they
can't see the other side at all.
TO CCRE A COLD IN ONE DAT
Take LAX ATI VB BROMO Quinine Tablets.
Drugiristsr**!und money if it fails to cure. K. W.
tiKot K 3 signature is on each box. lac.
There are two kinds of suffragettes
—the unhappily married and the un
happily unmarried.
Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion, allays pain, cures wind colic, Sac a bottle.
The only time some people worry is
when they worry other people.
Tell the dealer you want a Lewis’ Single
Binder straight 5c cigar.
The fellow who Is out for the dust
doesn't always clean up a fortune.
■— v
^ Why They Scout.
Mrs. Forward—And so two of your
sons are Boy Scouts? Where do they
do their reconnoitering?
Mrs. Howard—In our refrigerator.
—Life.
The total fire loss for the year 1911
is expected to total at $200,000,000 in
the Vnited States and Canada.
First Aid To a
Weak Stomach
Hostetler’s
Stomach Bitters
At the first sign of any
weakness of the Stomach,
Liver or Bowels take the
Bitters. It renews health
and strength. A trial
will convince you. Don’t
experiment—Get
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Chest Pains
and Sprains
Sloan’s Liniment is an ex
cellent remedy for chest and
throat affections. It quickly
relieves congestion and in
flammation. A few drops
in water used as a gargle is
antiseptic and healing.
Here’s Proof
“ I have used Sloan’s Liniment for
years and can testify to its wonderful
efficiency. 1 have used it for sore throat,
ax»up, lame back and rheumatism and
in every case it gave instant relief.”
^REBECCA JANE ISAACS,
Lucy, Kentucky.
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Price, 25c., 50c., $1.00
Sloan’s
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on the
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