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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - May 11, 1890, Burlington, Iowa THE BURLINGTON HAWK-EYE. mm ESTABLISHED: JUNE, 1839.)BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY ll, 1890—EIGHT PAGES. (PRICE: 15 CENTS PER WEEK. THE DESERTER. WRITTEN BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING, U. S. N. AUTHOR OF ‘‘DUXHANEN' JIAXCTT,” ‘‘THE COLOXEL's DAUGHTER.” “MARION'S FAITH. ETC., ETC. [Copyright, PDO. for Tho Hawk-Eye.] Chatter XII. THERE was an unusual scene at the matinee the following morning. When (/apt. Ray relieved Capt. Gregg as officer of the day, aud the two were visiting the guard house and turning over prisoners, they carne upon the last name on the li-t—Clancy—and Gregg turned to his regimental comrade and said: ‘‘No charges are preferred against Clancy, at least none a> yet, Capt. Ray; but his company commander requests that he be held here until he can Talk over his case with The colonel." ‘‘What's lie in for?" demanded Capt. Ray. “Getting drunk and raising a row and beating Jus wife." answered Gregg, whereat there was a titter among the soldiers. ‘‘I never -truck a v^jnan in me ii IV. sir," said poor <’laney. “Silence, < laney!" ordered the sergeant of the guard. “No, I’m blessed if J believe that part of it, Clancy, drunk or no drunk,” said the new officer oft lie day. “Take charge of him for the present, sergeant.” And away they went to the of lice. Capt. Itayner was iii conversation with the commanding officer as they entered, and the colonel was saying: “It is not the proper way to handle the case, captain. If lie has linen guilty of drunkenness and disorderly' conduct lie should be brought to trial at once.” “I admit that, sir: but tile case is jk-culiar. It was Mrs. Clancy that made all tile noise. I feel sure that alter lie is perfectly sober I can give him such a Talking to as will put a stop to this trouble.” “Very well, sir. I am willing to let company commanders experiment at least once or twice on their theories, so you can try tin* scheme; but we of the —th have J lad some years of Aperhmce with the (daneys, and were not a little amused when they turned up again iii our midst as accredited members of your company.” “Then, tis I understand you, colonel, Clancy is not to be brought to trial for this altair,” suddenly spoke the post; surgeon. Everybody looked up in surprise. “Pills” was tile last man, ordinarily, to take a hand in the “shop talk” at the morning meetings. “No, doctor. His captain thinks ii unnecessary to prefer charges.” “So do I, sir; and, as I saw tin* man both before and after Ins confinement last night, J do not think' it was necessary to coniine him.” “The officer of the day says there was great disorder,” said tim colonel, in surprise. “Ay, sir, so there was; and Hie thing reminds me of the stories they used to tell on the New York police. It looked to mc us though all the row was raised by Mrs, Clancy, as (’apt. Ray lier says; but the man was arrested. That being the case I would ask tho captain for what specific o Hen se he ordered Clancy to tho guard house.” Raynor again was pale as death, He glared tit the doctor in amaze and incredulity, while all t ho officers noted his agitation and were silent in.surprise. Ti was the colonel that came to the rescue. “Capt. Raynor had abundant reason, doctor, lf w as after taps, though only just after, aud, whether causing the trouble or not, the n an is the responsible party, not the woman. The captain was right in causing his arrest.” Raynor looked up gratefully. “I submit to your decision, sir,” said the surgeon, “and I apologize for anything I may have asked that was beyond my province. Now I wish to ask a question for my own guidance.” “Go on, doctor." “In ease qn enlisted man of this command desire to see an officer of his company—or any other officer, for that matter—-is it a violation of any military regulation for him to goto las quarters for that purpose?" Again was Rayner fearfully white and aged looking. His lips moved as though he would interrupt; but discipline prevailed. “No, doctor, and yet we have certain customs of service to prevent the men going at all manner of hours and on frivolous errands. A soldier asks his first sergeant’s permission first, and if denied by him, ami lie have w hat he considers good reason, lie can report tim w hole case.” “Hut suppose a man is not on company duty. must lit' hunt up his first sergeant ami ask permission to go and see some officer with whom he has business?” “Well, hardly , in that ease.” “That’s all, sir.” And the doctor subsided. Among all the officers, as the meeting adjourned, the question was, “What do you suppose ’Tills’ was driving at?" There were two or three who knew. Capt. Rayner went tirst to his quarters, where he had a few moments’ hurried consultation with his wife; then they left the house together; he to have a low toned and very stern talk to rather than with the abashed Clancy, who listened. cap in hand and with hanging head; she to visit the sick child of Mrs. Flanigan, of Company K. whose quarters adjoined those to which the Clancys hail recently been assigned. When that Hibernian culprit returned to his roof tree, released from durance vile, lie was surprised to receive a kindly and sympathetic welcome from his captain’s wife, who with lier own hand had mixed him some comforting drink and was plan tain,” quoth this unprincipled practitioner. That same afternoon Miss Travers found that a headache was the result of confinement to an atmosphere somewhat heavily charged with electricity, Mrs. Rayner seemed to bristle every time she approached, her sister. Possibly it was the heart, more than the head, that ached, but in either case she needed relief from the exposed position she had occupied ever since Kate's return from the Clancys'in the morning. She had been too long under fire, and was wearied. Even the cheery visits of the garrison Lei Hants had proved of little avail, for Mrs. Rayner was in very ill temper, and made snappish remarks to them which two of them resented and speedily took themselves off. Later Miss T’ravers went to her room and wrote a letter, and then the sunset gun shook the window, and twilight settled down upon the still frozen earth. She bathed lier heated i forehead and Hushed cheeks, threw a I warm cloak over her shoulders, and I came slowly down the stairs. Mrs. Rav-j riel* met her at the parlor doer . “Kate, I am going fora walk and shall stop and see Mrs. Waldron.” “Quite an unnecessary piece of infor-ation. I saw him as well as you. He has just gone there.” Miss I ravers flushed hot with indignation. “I have seen no one; and if you mean that Mr. Hayne has gone to Maj. Waldron's, I shall not.” “No; I’d meet him on the walk; it would onlyr be a trifle more public.” “You have no right to accuse me of tile faintest expectation of meeting him tnywhere. I repeat, I had not thought i>f such a thing.” “You might just as well doit. You carmot make your antagonism to my husband much more pointed than you have already. And as for meeting Mr. Hayne, the only advice I presume to give now is that for your own sake you keep your blushes under better control than you did the last time you met—that I know of.” And, with this triumphant insult as a parting shot, Mrs. Rayner wheeled and marched oil through the parlor. What was a girl to do? Nellie Travers was not of the crying kind, and was denied a vast amount of comfort in consequence. She stood a few moments quivering under the lash of injustice and insult to which she had been subjected. She longed for a breath of pure fresh air; but there would be no enjoyment even in that now. She needed sympathy and help if ever a girl did, but where was slie to find it? The women who most attracted her and who would have warmly welcomed lier at any time—the women whom she would eagerly have gone to in her trouble—were practically denied to her. Mrs. Rayner iii her quarrel had declared war against the cavalry. and Mrs. Stannard and Mrs. Ray,who had shown a disposition to welcome Nellie warmly, were no longer callers at the house. Mrs. Waldron, who was kind and motherly to the girl and loved to have lier with lier.was so embarrassed by Mrs. Raynor's determined snubs that sin' hardly knew how to treat the matter. She would no longer visit Mrs. Rayner informally, as had been her custom, yet she wanted the girl to come to her. lf she went, Miss Travers well knew that on her return to the house she would be received by a volley of sarcasms about her preference for the society of people who were the avowed enemies of lier benefactors, lf she remained iii the house, it was to become iii person the target for her sister's undeserved sneers and censure. The situation was becoming simply unbearable. Twice sin1 began and twice she tore to fragments the letter for which Mr. Yan Antwerp w:is daily imploring, and this evening she once more turned and slowly sought her room, threw off her wraps, and took up her writing desk. It was not yet dark. There was still light enough for her purpose, if she went close to tin* window. Every nerve was tingling with the sense of wrong and ignominy: every throb of her heart but intensified the longing for relief from the thralldom of lier jiositioii. She saw only one path to lead her from such crushing dependence. There was his last letter, received only that day, urging. imploring her to leave Warrener forthwith. Mrs. Rayner had declared to him lier readiness to bring her east provided she would fix an early date for the wedding. "Was it not a future many a girl might envy? Was he not tender, faithful, patient,devoted as man could be? Had lie nut social position and competence? Was he not high bred. courteous, relined, a gentleman iii all bis acts and words? W by could she not love him and In* content? There on the desk lay a little scrap of note paper; there lay lier pen; a dozen words only were necessary. One moment she gazed longingly, wistfully, at the far away, darkening heights of the Rockies, watching the last rose tinted gleams on the snowy peaks: then with sudden impulse she seized her pen and drew the portfolio to the window seat. As she did so, a soldierly figure carne briskly down the walk; a pale, clear cut face glanced up at her casement; a quick light of recognition and pleasure flashed iii his eyes; the tittle forage cap was raised with courteous grace, though the step never slackened, and Miss Travers felt that lier chook. too. was flushing again, as Mr. Hayne strode rapidly by. She stood ^here another moment, and then—it had grown too dark to write. When Mrs. Rayner, after calling twice from the bottom of the stairs, finally went up into her room and impatiently liing with Mrs. Clancy for their greater pushed open the door, all was darkness comfort. “If Clancy will only promise to quit entirely!'’ interjected the partner of his joys and sorrows. Later that day, when the doctor had a little talk with Clancy, the ex-dragoon declared lie was going to reform for all he was worth. He was only a distress to everybody when ne drank. “All right, Clancy. And when you are perfectly yourself, you can come and see Lieut. Hayne as soon as you like.*’ “Loot'nant Hayne is it, sir? Sliure I’d be beggin’ his pardon for the vexation I gave him last night. ’ “Bnf you have something you wanted to speak with him about. You said so last night, Clancy,” said the doctor, looking Him squarely in the eye. “Shure I was dhrunk, sir. I didn’t mane it,” he answered r but he shrank And cowered. The doctor turned and left him. “If ifs only when hee drunk that conscience pricks him and the truth will put, then we must have him drunk except the glimmer from the hearth: “Nellie, where are you?” “Hero,” answered Miss Travers, starting up from the sofa. “I think I must have been asleep.” “Your head is hot as fire," said her sister, laying her firm white hand upon theburning forehead. “I suppose you are going to be downright ill, by way of diversion. Just understand one thing, Nellie, that doctor does not come into ny house." “What doctor?—not that I want one,* tsked Miss Travers, wearily. “Dr. Pease, the post surgeon, I mean, Of course you have heard how he is mixing himself in my husband's affairs and making trouble with various people.” “I have heard nothing, Elate.” “I don't wonder your friends are ashamed to tell you. Things have come to a pretty pass, when officers are going around holding private meetings with snlisted men!” “I hardly know the doctor at all. Kate, and can’t imagine what affairs of your husband’s he can interfere with.” “It was he that put up Clancy to making the disturbance at Hayne’s last night and getting into the guard house, and tried to prove that he had a right to go there and that the captain had no right to arrest him.” “Was Clancy trying to see Mr. Hayne?’ asked Miss Travers, quickly. “How should I know?” said her sister, pettishly. “He was drunk, and probably didn’t know what he was doing.” “And Capt. Rayner arrested him for— for trying to see Mr. Hayne?’ “Capt. Rayner arrested him for being drunk and creating a disturbance, as it was his duty to arrest any soldier under such circumstances,” replied her sister, with majestic wrath, “and I will not tolerate it that you should criticise his conduct.” “I have made no criticism, Kale. I have simply made inquiry; but I Lave learned what no one else could have made me believe." “Nellie Travers, lie careful what you say, or what you insinuate. What do you mean?" “I mean, Kate, that it is my belief that there is something at the bottom of those ttories of Clancy’s strange talk when in the hospital. I believe he thinks he knows something which would turn all suspicion from Mr. Hayne to a totally different man. I believe that, for reasons which. I cannot fathom, you are determined Mr. Hayne shall not see him or hear of it. It was you that sent Capt. Rayner over there last night. Mrs. Clancy came hereat tattoo, and, from the time she left, you were at the front door or window. You were the first to hear her cries and came running in to tell the captain to go at once. Kate, why did you stand there listening from the time she left the kitchen unless you expected to hear just what hapjiened over there behind tile company barracks?” Mrs. Rayner would give no answer. Auger, rage, retaliation, all iii turn were pictured on lier furious face, but died away before the cairn and unconquerable gaze iii her sister's Ryes. For the first time in hor life Rate Rayner realized that her “baby Nell” had the stronger will of the two. For one instant slie contemplated vengeance. A torrent of invective leaped readily to her lips. “Outrage,” “ingrate,” “insult.” were the first three distinguishable epithets applied to her sister or her sister s words; then, “See if Mr. Yan Antwerp will tolerate such conduct, i’ll write* this very day,” was the impotent threat that followed; and finally, utterly defeated, thoroughly convinced that she was powerless against her sister's reckless love of “fair play at any price,” she felt that her wrath was giving way to dismay, and turned and fled, lest Nellie should see the flag of surrender on her paling cheeks. CHAPTER XIII. Two nights after this, as Capt. Buxton was sulkily- going the rounds of the sentries, he made a discovery which greatly enlivened an otherwise uneventful tour as officer of Hie day. It had been his general custom on such occasions to take the shortest way across the parade to the guard house, make brief and perfunctory inspection there, then go on down the hill to the creek valley and successively visit the sentries around tho stables, lf the night were wet or cold, he went back the same way, ignoring the sentries at tile coal and store shells along Prairie avenue. This was a sharply cold night and very dark, but equally still. It was between 12 and I o’clock—nearer I than 12—as he climbed the hill on his homeward way, and, instead of taking the short cut, turned northward and struck for the gloomy mass of sheds dimly- discernible some forty yards from the crest. He had heard other officers speak of the fact that Mr. Ilayne's lights were burning until long alter midnight, and that dropping in there, they had found him seated at his desk with a green shade over his eyes, studying by the aid of two student lumps; “honing to be a general, probably,” was the comment of captains of Buxton’s caliber, who, having grown old in the service and Jin their own ignorance, were fiercely intolerant of lieutenants who strove to improve iii professional reading instead of spending their time making out tho company* muster rolls and clothing accounts, as they should do. Buxton wanted to see for himself what the night lights meant, and waspiunging heavily- ahead through, tho darkness, when suddenly brought to a stand by the sharp challenge of the sentry at the ■axil shed. fie whispered the mystic countersign over the leveled bayonet of the infantryman, swearing to himself at he regulation which puts an officer iii «ueh a “stand-and-deliver” attitude for Hie time being, and then, by way of getting square with the soldier for the sharply military' way in which Ii is duty is sentry had been performed, the complain proceeded to catechise him as to his orders. The soldier had been wall taught, and knew ail his “responses” by rote—far better than Buxton, for that matter, as the latter was any thing but an exemplar of perfection in tactics or sentry duty; but this did not prevent Buxton's snappishly- telling him he was wrong in several points and contemptuously inquiring where he had learned auch trash. The soldier promptly but respectfully responded that those were the exact instructions he had received at the adjutant’s school, and Buxton knew from experience that ho was gelling on dangerous ground. He would have stuck to his point, however, in default of something else to find fault with, but that the crack of a whip, the crunching of hoots and a rattleof wheels out iii the darkness quickly diverted his attention. “What's that, sentry*?” he sharply inquired. “A carriage, sir. I yeast wise, I think it must be.” “Why don’t you know, sir? It must have been on your post.” “No, sir; it. was ’way off my post:    It drove up to Lieut. Hayne'-* about half an hour ago.” “Where" J it come from from?” asked captain, eagerly. “From town, sir, I suppose.” And, leaving the sentry to his own reflections, which, on the whole, were not. complimentary to his superior officer, Capt. Buxton strode rapidly through the darkness to Lieut. Hayne s quarters. Bright lights were still burning within, both on the ground floor and in a room above. Tile sentries were just beginning the call of I o'clock when he reached the gate and halted, gazing inquisitively at the house front. Then he turned and listened to the rattle of wheels growing faint in the distance as the team drove away towards the prairie town. If Hayne had gone to town at that hour of the night it was a most unusual proceeding, and he had not the colonel's permission to absent himself from the post; of that the officer of the day was certain. Then, again, he would not have gone and left all his lights burning. No; that vehicle, whatever it was, had brought somebody out to see him—somebody who proposed to remain several hours; otherwise the carriage would not have driven away. In confirmation of this thorny he heard voices, che»y voices, in laughing talk, undone of them made him prick un his ears. He Heard the piano crisply trilling a response to light, skillful Augers. He longed for a peep within, regretted that he had dropped Mr. Ba.vne from the list of his acquaintance. He recognized Hayne’s shadow presently thrown by the lamp upon the curtail^ window, and wished that his visitor would come similarly into view. He beard the clink of glasses and saw the shadow raise a wine glass to the lips, ami Sam's Mongolian shape flitted across the screen, bearing a tray with similar suggestive objects. What meant this unheard of conviviality on the part of the ascetic, the hermit, the midnight oil burner, the scholarly recluse of the garrison? Buxton stared with all his eyes an I listened with all his ears, starting guiltily when he heard a martial footstep coming quickly up the path, and faced the in stances. Then Mrs. Waldron sudden!v and remarkablv arose: FU leave you to entertain Mr. Hayne a few moments, Nellie. I am the slave WHOM WOMEN LOVE BEST. ^ltw,tn tooHmeios,e*a 0,100 ^ respect. Moral: Never tell how the watch goes. But besides a great curiosity and inter- With the Ladies. Traits of Feminine Character Discussed l»y >Irs. Frank Leslie—Not the Hand. some Man who is Most Admired —Manliness at a Premium. trader rather unsteadily. It *a*only j wronged aud inj.W-d man. cair you the^corporal of the guard, and I* glanced , cant prove it. and van have said that at his superior, brought his far gauntlet- .     tai of my cook, aid she kno^nothing of I The Men Wh° Are lhe *<>« Pop'* liar est in women the successful Mr. Hayne s being here to tea with us: so I must tell her and avert disaster.” And with this barefaced—statement on her lips and conscience, where it rested w itll equal lightness, that exemplary lady quitted the room. In the sanctity of the connubial chamber that evening, some hours later, she thus explained lier action to her silent spouse: “Right or wrong, I meant that those two young people should have a chance to know each other, i have been convinced for three weeks that she is being forced into this New Y'ork match, and for tile last week that she is wretchedly unhappy. You say you believe hint a man must I cd hand in salute to the rifle on his shoulder and passed on. The next moment Buxtoa fairly gasped with amaze; he stared an instant at the window as though transfixed, then ran after the corporal, called to him in low, stealthy tone to come back noiselessly, drew him by the sleeve totue front of Ilayne’s quarters, and pointed to the parlor window. Two shadows were there now—one easily recognizable as that of the voting ufiieer in bis snugly nothing could be too good for him in tin* Ii ie .is a reward for all his bravery and fortitude under fearful trials. Then Nellie Travers isn t too good for him, sweet as she is, and I don't care who calls me a matchmaker." bot with Mrs. \\ aldron away lite two appeared to have made but halting progress towards friendship. With all lu r outspoken pluck at school and at home, Miss Travers was strangely ill at ease and embarrassed now. Mr. Hayne was I the first to gain self control and to un fitting undress uniform, the other alen- j deavor to bring the conversation back to der. graceful, feminin “ What do you make that other shadow to be. corporal?” lie whispered, hoarsely and hurriedly. “Look!” And with that exclamation a shadowed arm seemed to encircle the slender form, tile mustached image to bend low and mingle with the outlined luxuriance of tress that decked the other’s head, and then, together, with clasping arms, the shadows moved from view. “What was the other, corporal?” he repeated. “Well, sir. I should say it was a young woman.” Buxton could hardly wait until morning to see Rayner. When he passed the totters quarters half an hour later all was darkness, though, had he but known it, Rayner was not asleep, lie was at the house liefore guard mounting and had a confidential and evidently exciting talk with the captain: and when he went, just as the trumpets were sounding, these words were heard at the front door: “She never left until after daylight, when the same rig drove her back to town. There was a stranger with her then.” That morning both Rayner and Buxton looked hard at Mr. Hayne when he came iii to the matinee; but he was just as calin and quiet as ever, and having saluted the commanding officer took a seat by Capt. Gregg and was soon occupied in conversation with him. Not a word was said by the officer of the day about the mysterious visitor to the garrison the previous night. With Capt. Rayner, however, he was again in conversation much of the day, and to him, not to his successor as officer of the day. did he communicate all the details of the previous night’s adventure and Ins theories thereanent. Late that night, having occasion lo step to his front door, convinced that he heard stealthy footsteps on his piazza, Mr. Hayne could see nobody in the darkness, but found his front gate open. He walked around his little house, but not si man was visible. His heart was fuil of a new and strange excitement that night, and, as lie fore, lie threw on his overcoat and furs and took a rapid walk around the garrison, gazing up into the starry heavens and drinking in great draughts of the pure, bracing air. Returning, lie came down along the front of officers' row, and as he approached Rayner's quarters his eyes rested longingly upon the window he knew to be hers now; but all was darkness. As lie rapidly neared the house, however, he became aware of two bulky figures at the gate, and, as lie walked briskly past, recognized the overcoats as those of officers. One man was doubtless Rayner, the other he could not tell: for both. the instant they recognized his step, seemed to avert their heads. Once homo again, he soon sought his room and pillow; blit, long before he could sleep, again ami again a sweet vision seemed to come to him: lie could not shut out the thought of Nellie Travers—of how she looked and what she said that very afternoon . lie had gone to call at Mrs. Waldron's soon after dark, lie was at tile piano, playing for her. when lie became conscious that another lady had entered the room, and, turning, saw Nellie Travers. Ile rose and bowed to lier, extending his a natural channel. It was a strumrle-but ne had grown accustomed to struggles. He could not imagine t hat a girl whom he had met only once or twice should have for him anything more than the vaguest and most casual interest. He well knew by this time how deep and vehement was the interest she had aroused iii his heart: but it would never do to betray himself so soon. Ho strove to interest her in reference to the music she would hear, and to learn from lier where they were going. This she answered. They would go no further east than St. Louis or Chicago. They might go south as far as Nashville until mid-May. As for the summer it would depend on the captain and his leave of absence. It was all vague and unsettled. Mrs. Rayner was so wretched that her husband was convinced that she ought to leave for Hie suites as soon as possible, and of course “she” must go with her. All the gladdens, brightness, vivacity ho had scon and heard of as her marked characteristics seemed gone; and yet she wanted to speak with him— wanted to be with him. What could be wrong? he asked himself. It was not until Mrs. Waldron s step was heard returning that she nerved herself to sudden, almost desperate effort. She startled him with her vehemence: “Mr. Hayne, there is something I must tell you before I go. lf no opportunity occur. I'll write it." And those were the words that. had been haunting him all the evening, for they were not again alone, and he had no chance to ask a question. What could she mean? For years he had lieen living a life of stern self denial: but long before his promotion the last penny of the obligation that, justly or otherwise, had been laid upon his shoulders was paid with interest. He was a man free and self respecting, strong, resolute, and possessed of an independence that never would have been his had his life run on in the same easy, trusting, happy-go-lucky style iii which he had spent tile first two years of his army career. But in his isolation he had allowed himself no thought of anything that could for a moment distract him from the stern purpose to which he had devoted every energy. Ile would win back, command, compel, the respect of his comrades— would bring to confusion those who had sought to pull him down; and until that stood accomplished lie would know no other claim. In the exile of the mountain station he saw no women but the wives of his senior officers; and they merely bowed when they happened to meet him; some did not even do that. Now at last lie had met and yielded to the first of two conquerors before whom even the bravest and the strongest go down infallibly—Love and Death. Suddenly, but irresistibly, the sweet face and thrilling tones of that young girl had seized and lilied his heart, tc the utter exclusion of every other passion: and just in proportion to the emptiness and yearning of his life before their meeting was tile intensity of the love and longing that possessed him now. It was useless to try and analyze the suddenness and subtilty of its approach; the power of love had overmastered him. llecould only realize that it was lier** and he must obev. Late into Hie morning hours lie hand as he did so, and knowing that his lay there, his brain whirling with its heart was thumping and his color rising as he felt the soft, warm touch of lier slender lingers in his grasp. She, too, had flushed—any one could see it, though the lamps were not turned high, nor was the firelight strong. “Miss Travers has come to take tea very quietly with me, Mr. Hayne—she is so soon to return to the east—and now I want you to stay and join us. No one will be here but the major; and we will have a lovely time wit h our music. Y'ou will, won't you?" “So soon to return to the cast!" How harsh, how strange and unwelcome the words sounded! How they seemed to oppress him and prevent his reply! He stood a moment dazed and vaguely worried; he could not explain it. He looked from Mrs. Waldron’s kind face to the sweet, flushed, lovely features there so near him, and something told him that he could never let them go and find even hope or content in life again. How, whv had she so strangely come into his lonely life, radiant, beautiful, bewildering as varied and bewildering emotions. Win her he must, or the blackness and desolation of the past five years would be as nothing compared with the misery of the years to come. Woo her he would, aud not without hope, if ever woman’s eyes gave proof of sympathy and trust. But now at last he realized that the time had come when for lier sake—not for his —be must adopt a new course. The missing links were not I beyond recovery in skillful hands; butin the shock and horror which he felt on realizing that it was not only possible but certain t hat a jury of his comrade officers could deem him guilty of a low crime, he hid his face and turned from all. Now the time had come t" reopen the case. He well knew that a revulsion of feeling had set iii which nothing but his own stubbornness held iii check. He knew that he had friends and sympathizers among officers high in rank. He had only a few days before heard from Maj. Waldron's lips a strong intimation that it was his dutv to “come out of his shell" some suddenly blazing star in the darkest j ami reassert himself. “You must re-corner of the heavens? Whence had ! member this, Hayne," said lie, “you had come this strange power that enthralled I been only two years in service when tried him? He gazed into her sweet face, with I by court martial. Y'ou were an utter its downcast, troubled eyes, and then, in I stranger to every memlier of that court, bewilderment, turned to Mrs. Waldron: I There was nothing but tile evidence to gc “I—I had no'idea Miss Travers was go- I upon. and that was all against you. The ing east again just now. It seems only a j few days since she came.” “It is over a month; but all the same this is a sudden decision. I knew nothing of it until yesterday. Y’ou said Mrs. Rayner was better today, Nellie?’’ “Yes. a little; but she is far from well. I think the captain will go. too, just as soon as he can arrange for leave of absence,” was the low toned answer. He had released, or rather she had withdrawn, her hand, and he stiff stood there, fascinated. His eyes could not quit their gaze. She going away?—She? Oh, it could not be! What—what would life become without the sight of that radiant face, that slender, graceful, girlish form? “Is not this very unexpected?’ he struggled to say. “I thought—I heard you were to spend several months here.” “It was so intended, Mr. Hayne; but my sister's health requires speedy change. She has been growing worse ever since we came, and she will not get well here.” “And when do you go?’ he asked, blankly. “Just as soon as we can pack; though we may wait two or three days for a_ for a telegram.” There was a complete breakin the conversation for a full quarter of a amate —not such a long rime m itself, hut unconventionally labs: under such eircaxn- court was made up of officers from other regiments, and was at lea^t impartial. Tile evidence was almost all from your own. and was presumably well founded. Y'ou would call no witnesses for defense. You made your almost defiant statement; refused counsel: refused advice; and what could the court do but convict and N addition to ber basin* >> cares. Mrs. Frank Leslie writes considerably for the pre». The Hawk-Eye has published several **: her artieles during the pa-I winier. She S- a!way> spicy and entertaining aud at the -ame time practical iii her suggestion-* concerning social and business matters. In a recent article she discusses the subject of “Lovers" and answers the question. “What kind do the women low U*st?" Replying to lh** criticism **f on** gentleman of another. Mr*. Lobe said, “It i> in th** very worst taste, while you sit boid** one woman to show yourself jealous of the attention some other man is attracting from other women. The theory, no matter how flimsy a theory it is. in the mind of every woman is. that she is sufficient to engross all the attention of the man she is bilking to for the moment, and to envy Mr. Nullus Nemo his little success is to show that yon would prefer his position to your own. Do you see?" “Good heavens! Du you sup]K*se I would rather promenade with that pretty baby than to talk with you?" “I don't know. I'm sure. The only important thing iii the matter is that you showed me why you are nut a favorite with women." “Too kind of you! Perhaps you will give me some little instruction in the art of becoming so." “If you will unbend the ma jest v of your brow, which is really too altogether appalling—there, that is better—I will give you one brief, comprehensive and most effectual rule: Attend to only one woman at a time!" And smiling benignly upon a Russian diplomate just passing us. I took his arm and sauntered away. leaving my Scotch lord to digest my advice at his leisure. Well, it was sound. There is nothing a woman is quicker to perceive and surer to resent than wandering attention, and I think if one were to study the characteristics of those men who achieve phenomenal success among women, it would invariably be found that they possessed the power of concentration in a marked degree. Everybody knows that a man need not be handsome to be admired and beloved. Some extraordinarily ugly men have carried all before them and distanced the Adonises of their day as completely as Ninon de l’Enclos did the fair young debutantes of her time. Few men, in fact, have the strength of mind to bear being handsome without being vain. I have lately said tit at beautiful women are seldom vain, although perfectly conscious of their beauty. They accept the fact, are grateful for it, use it as a weapon perhaps, but, if they have any brains at all, do not suifei* it to absorb their attention or to stamp itself upon their maimer. It is like the multiplication table, a thing to be learned and set aside in the archives of tho mind for use when it may be required, but not to be paraded at other times. With men this is not so; beauty with them is an extraneous gift; they arc not born to it, they do not need it, it does not help them on in life, it is not for them the promise of love and all that makes life sweet to woman. An ugly man knows very well that, if he possesses even iii moderation th*1 elements of success in the world, he can marry, and marry well at any time he chooses, arid his looks will have very little to do with the matter, in fact are rather a help than a hindrance, for a pretty woman knows very well that her good looks are never so marked as when set off by a foil. Beauty is far more striking when she walks beside the beast than when she promenades with Apollo. The handsome man dresses with a painful attention to his complexion and the color of his eyes; the ugly man if he thinks at all about his dress wears what his beauty of the hour approves, and if he ventures on a bit of color it is sure to be her favorite color, although it may be the most deadly possible for himself, and beauty likes him infinitely better fur the compliment to her own taste than for any amount of correct taste tha: had no reference to her. The handsome man seated beside a pretty woman and opposite a mirror steals glances now and then at his own reflection and, as he fancies, unobserved, pushes back his hair, straightens hF mustache or draws a quarter of an inch more of his handkerchief out uf his pocket. The ugly man under the same circumstances looks at the reflection of his companion's face, and, if lie dares, murmurs something about “that charming picture opposite.*’ The handsome man expects, nay, demands, the homage of woman a sort of divine right; he feels that she whom he distinguishes by his favor i-? in a manner bound to be upon her best behavior, and show a sense of her promotion by striving to deserve it; if she doesn't, why, there are always the others, poor things! No, it is not the handsome man whom women prefer for admirers or tor lovers, unless indeed it is very silly, very weak, very vapid women, who, having no self respect, cannot feel it wounded, and no attractions, cannot feel them slighted; they, i>oor souls, since they never have been and never hope to lie adored, are quite content to become adorers and emulate the sunflower, which, fast rooted in its own quiet garden plot, follows its glorious lord as he travels from east to west, smiling upon a thousand other flowers in his course, and meeting her patient morning smile with an unabashed brow. “Well, if it isn't handsome men, who are the men that succeed with your most unaccountable sex?’ asked a friend to whom I had been airing the above have a profound admiration for their faults and foibles, as well as for their charms. I have seen men who were too just, too logical, too mathematical to succeed with a sex which is fond of setting its own fancies above the narrow restrictions of such ideas. A man may playfully try to make a woman see that her course is opposed both to law and reason, but if she declines to see anything of the sort he must not appear or indeed feel shocked or dismayed, but gracefully concede the point in question. Most women like to be lectured a little, and argued with a little, but they hate to be proved in the wrong. A man must not take the tone of a pedagogue, even if he is asked to teach a pretty woman common law or Euclid. I remember once asking a mau to show me something about navigation, and after some bewildering information he began working out a problem in his book. “What is it? Show me!" said I, wondering what absorbed him so. “Oh, yon—in—you wouldn't understand"— murmured lie, with his whole mind in the figures he was scratching down. Does any woman suppose I ever liked that man again? Borides interest and admiration, and delighted tolerance of her foibles, the successful man must have an excellent memory and ready wit. Main a woman has felt her regard for a man rise from very tenqierate to summer heat by j>er-ceiviug I hat lie remembered he rewords of a year ago, or the fancy she had once expressed for a particular perfume, a flower, a color, a “fad" of any sort. A very ugly man made himself charming to me the other day by gently taking a sandalwood fan from the hand of a lady sitting next me, and while chatting with her and playing with the fan contriving to get our the rivet in the handle so that file whole thing collapsed, and he, with ten thousand apologies, put it iii his pocket ti) be repaired. “I remend>0red your saying at the Paris ex]>ositioii that the smell of sandalwood made you ill." said he to me presently, “ami I ani going out now to put this in my overcoat pocket.” When ho came back he smelled of smoke, and I do not at all doubt, when the fan was mended and he carried it home, that he said something very charming to the pretty woman who owned it; but nevertheless he said and did the right thing at tho right moment for vie, and I always like to she him approach. Again, a man must know something and know how to show that he knows it. Women adure power in a man. It is one of the innate instincts of tho sex. Among savages and tho classes which come next to them in our civilization tho strongest and biggest man. is tho one who can tak^ his choice among tho women of his circle, and in th** very most exalted planesof the highest civilization the man who can command the respect, tho attention, the obedience of his fellow men is he whose homage most delights woman. A man who is the jt* t and tho butt of other men, or tv en lie who is treated with a good Immured familiarity bordering on contempt, by bds fellows, will perhaps arouse iii women's breasts a certain tolerating acceptance, a half pity, half amusement, very like that bestowed upon the court jester or their own pet dwarf by the court ladies of the olden time, but he never will command more. “I don’t value what nobody else values,” said a woman the other day in speaking of one of these court jesters, who was disposed to be very attentive to her, and I replied: “My dear, you are enunciating one of the great dogmas of our faith.” But after all the very most attractive trait a man can possibly possess, and the one surest to make him a universal favorite among women, is intensity. A blase, washed out, bored and languid man never can be very much liked or desired by women who have to tight against i ll tho*-e tendencies iii themselves They want a man to he all alive, to care very much about things, to pat his whole soul into the question of where one's new picture should be hung, or whether Russian tea or Roman punch is the more refreshing. One likes to lean back in the corner of j the sofa or a comfortable chair and watcli I one of these vivid and earnest creatures ; as lie rearranges some ornaments on the ' etagere, or demonstrates with pencil and - pajjer just where the boats lay in the j late regatta, or enthusiastically describes i the “close shave” he had iii driving his * tandem in the park yesterday. And with all Iris enthusiasm and earnestness Le must lie capable of instantly perceiving when his energy is becoming a little oppressive, and change to quietude and gentleness with perfect good humor and perfect contentment. Another tiring all women demand and very few women, or for that matter men either, obtain, is a true and earnest sympathy. Th* man who succeeds best is lie who can put himself out of the question and li-ten and divine* and meet one’s confidences half way and “really and truly rare" for one's troubles or perplexities or loneliness, or even one's fantasies. | Most women love dearly to talk of themselves, to discuss and analyze their own character, to tell their own experi-ences. and to ask what tthe confidant thinks they ought to have done under such and such circumstances, arid the man who can listen to these matters with true, sincere arui unaffected interest and resend intelligently, who can remember and resume the conversation of his own accord, and ray, “I have thought a great deal about what you were telling me, and it seems to me”—this man will be popular among women, will outrank the handsome man, the wealthy man, the showy man. will iii fact assume the position among women which he had who so irritated my friend quoted a while ago as Raring: “What do all the women see to admire in that fellow.' COUNTRY ROADS. Importance to Burlington of Improving the Roads Into the City. Brick Tm* Fxpt-nsivt- for Country Highways—Ftility of Macadam for F.spm— tally Wet Places—Prof. Downing;'* suggestions. N thev ONN that Burlington R discarding macadam and using brick for paving the thoroughfares our citizens do not feel as much interest a> •therwise would in the subject of this article. But to -av that we have no interest whatever in macadam would bt* a hasty conclusion. Burlington is vitally interested in having g*n*d country roads leading into th** city and briek i> too expensive for that purims**: macadam also i> expensive hut as it only needs to he us«*d in special localities it is not to In* Considered as out of th** question for road material. The question i- how to use macadam and what are its advantages. At a recent meeting of the Pennsylvania State grange at Harrisburg. Worth) Bast Lecturer S. ll. Downing delivered an address of interest to all who eau* for the improvement and preservation of highways. In the com-*' of his remarks Mr. Downing said: A not very featly musician knows how tiresome it may he to compass a new turn* to lapse into lh** oil] ait-'. policies or econo- Had I been a member of the )    and    1    devoted    a    wakeful    hour    or sAtence? court I would have voted just as was done by the court; and yet I believe you now an utterly innocent man.” So. apparently, did the colonel regard him. So, too. did several of the officers of the cavalry. So. too. would most of the youngsters of his own regiment if he would oniv give them half a chance. In anv event, the score was wiped out now: he could afford to take a w ife if a woman learned to love him, and what wealth of tenderness and devotion was he not readv to lavish on one who would! But he would offer no one a tarnished name. First and foremost he must now stand up and fight that calumny—“come out of his shell,” as Waldron had said, and glee people a chance to see what manner of man he was. God helping him, he would, and that without delay. (To be Continued.) No table should be without * bottle of An-Roetura Bitters, the world remaned Appetizer of exquisite flavor. Beware of counterfeits. two that nigh* to considering the question, coming to this conclusion: The man who succeeds best with women must not know too much about them, but must greatly desire to know more. There is no incentive to interest Uke mystery, and to the average man there is no object in nature so mysterious ; as the nature, the motives, the instincts of a woman. The really delightful man • knows as little about these matter- as the noble savage does of a watch. When the first missionary showed the first Otabeiian his chronometer and told , him that it was alive and talked to him : the Otaheitan worshiped both man and . watch, and everybody was very comfort- j able. Later on, when th'* missionary’s , uneasy conscience made him open the t watch, show its wheels and springs, show j how it was wound np and made to keep* j rime, the Otaheitan felt he liad been hum- I bugged and at once proceeded to eat the j missionary and spoil the watch by treat- , Miss ( assy Conia—Y'ou’ve broken my heart! Tom Blunt—Oh, well; accidents will lisp pen!—Puck. ami how **a-y Aud so wit Ii new idea-lilies. The old idea i- cherished. fondled and embraced until there i- jealous) of til** new. Thus, when an czarist point-out that a macadam road is not a pike. that a macadam can can be built for b's-than pike- have cost. that a macadam costs less for repair, and that it is the most economic load, some very good people will not so much as wrestle with tin* new say ing. but, clinging to the old ideal, will argue that inasmuch as pikes are rough, macadams must be rough: inasmuch as pikes are built below frost, macadams must lie so built; that, inasmuch as the hand hammered pike has cost as much as $5,000 per mile, and, because of its coarse construction, $100 per mile annually for repair, that consequently a machine crusher, roller made macadam structure must cost the same ($5,OOO per mile) for the making and the same ($100 per mile) for annual repair. It is becoming usual to call pikes macadamize*! roads. A macadam road is not a pike, in that the macadam is infinitely better and less expensive than roads heretofore called pikes. The imperfections of a pike are: First-—In that it is cam posed of loose stone in its making and repairing. Thus the pressure a pike receives from passing wheels deepens into ruts. A rut once made, although filled aud refilled, will reappear. Second—Pikes have been constructed of hammered stone. Hammered stone is too coarse for the l»est superstructure of roads. 'I’lie originator of the macadam principle stated liefore a committee of the house of commons that a stone road was a saving of repair in ratio with the fineness of the stone used. Thus a bed of on** inch stone would cost in repair of such lied hut one-half of that of a lied of two inch stone. Again, a pike composed of hand-broken stone may have cost sn,OOO per mile for building, and $100 per mil*? annually for repair $5,000 per mile for building, because the stone was hand-broken, at $1 ]>er perch, anil $100 annually for repair, iKrause tin* superstructure was coarse and loose. Thus ruts are started and arc expensive to erase. The experience **f ma*‘adam builders teaches that a rut wii I follow a rut, that is if a stone bcd is laid upon a rutted clay base ruts will appear in the stone lied directly over those of the clay foundation. Thus one rut in a pike is the predecessor of an endless series of ruts and an endless bill of costs. On th** other hand, a macadam structure avoids these imperfections of a pike in that (first) its superstructure is composed of small stone and stone siftings or chips, and (second; while wheels press the unknitted. loose surface of a pike. and reach solidity within one track at two inches l>elow tie* general surface, thus forming ruts, the roller used in macadam structure does exactly what wheels do, but further, it presses the ent ire surface of the lied, so far as wheels can penetrate, in rut>, and thus makes the entire bed as solid as tie* bose of a rut. Thus, again, a macadam is so uniformly resistant of wheel pressure that ruts cannot be produced in some macadam within a period probably of ten years. A crueller turning out HO j»erelies of stone per day will earn in a day, at 15 cents per perch, $12, which will easily pay for the cost of running a crusher f**r day. The difference Atween $1 per perch for hand broken stone ami 15 cents for crushed shine is 8.5 cents. In the realization of thB gain of 85 cents by the use of a crusher w** can reasonably conclude that a macadam ought to l*e built for le=s than half the cost of hammered pike*. Then again, as to the economy of a macadam over Butt of a pike. A mao adam being virtually rut and w afer pr**of. and continuing so for ten years, w hat will it cost to repair a macadam per mile annually during ten years? I think you will reply, really nothing. But will a macadam resist wheel pressure for, say, ten years? In answer we are furnished proof in an eight-year-old macadam leading from the Pennsylvania railroad freight and passenger station at Devon, Chester county. Mr. Charles Paiste, superintendent for the Devon Land company, tells me that this macadam has endured all th** traffic from the railroad, tieing equal at times to two tons at a draft, and yet this macadam has not cost a cent for repair for eight years, anti, as I saw for myself, has not a* vet a rut. The que non then arises. This macadam being as good as it was eight years ago. w ill it not endure eight years more w ithout a cent for repair? The Ladies Delight***!. The pleasant effect and the perfect safety with which ladies may use the liquid fruit laxative. Syrup of Figs, under all condition- make it their favorite remedy. It i- pleasing to the eye and to tho ta-tc. gentle, yet effectual in acting on the kidneys, liver and bowels. Small Rhyme*. As mr wife and I, at th** window one day Sco-d watching a mac with a monkey. 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