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"Ride straight round once, young man." -Page 22.
A. G. PLYMPTON,
"Dear Daughter Dorothy," "Betty, a
Butterfly," The Little Sister
of Wilifred." _ij
EIInstratet bg tije Butter.
BY A. G. PLYMPTON.
OHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRID U.S.A.
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
N C TO
'rERNON CHICKERING RUXTON.
ROBIN . . .
AMONG THE ROSE-BUSHES .
THE ACCIDENT . .
AN IMPATIENT PATIENT .
ON THE CHAPARRAL .
A SAD BIRTHDAY .
DOOGAN'S STORY .
EARLY EXPERIENCES ..
A DESERTING SOLDIER
DANGER . .
CONCLUSION . .
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
" Ride straight round once, young Man Frontispiece
Doogan . . . ... 9
" I think you have the loveliest Eyes of any Lady
in the Regiment" . . 28
Susannah . . 31
Sergeant Corrigan's House in Soapsuds Row .44
By the Creek. ............. 47
Bob Corrigan. . . . 48
"It was just at Guard-mount". . .64
" Being wheeled about the Post" .. .78
"I ain't going to have any Man sprawling on
the Parade-ground, picking Flowers for me 90
"He had laid his Head on his Arms, trying to
hide his Mortification" ..... io.
"Was enough to make one's best Friend wince" 104
Sitting by the disused Blacksmith's Shop 114
"Doogan sat moodily by himself on the Barrack
Porch".... .... .... ... .146
It made her Heart ache to look at this little,
quiet Shadow of her once active, rugged
Boy" .. ............ 161
N OBODY ever
could tell why
Robin cared so much
i tor Doogan. Every
oune else at Fort Ca-
,,-i* '" r1ry had a bad word
for the young
.-. soldier, and it
must be admit-
: ted that there
were many glar-
DOOGAN ing defects in
He's got a hard face on him, and
a terrible vicious eye," said Sergeant
Corrigan to the captain. "I reckon
he'll prove troublesome."
But let us begin at the very beginning,
on the morning when Robin first saw
Doogan among the recruits.
The children were standing near the
building called headquarters, which
fronted the north side of the parade-
ground. Guard-mount was just over,
and the bugler's last notes were piercing
the air as the bandsmen marched away
to their quarters. Some recruits who
had been brought to Fort Carey the
previous night were now waiting at
headquarters to be assigned to the
different companies, and the children
were discussing the appearance of the
I choose that big one at the end of
the line," said Robin; "I hope he'll
belong to B Company."
"Why, that man is the scrubbiest of
the whole lot. I would n't choose him,"
said Arnold. He looks horrid."
The other children agreed with
Arnold, who went on, -
"See what an ugly red face he has;
and when he scowls there, see, he is
scowling now at the orderly. He's no
Perhaps the orderly has done some-
thing that ought to be scowled at. I 'm
sure that recruit is a first-rate fellow.
Just see how straight and tall he is,-
makes the others look like dwarfs. My,
but he is strong, though! I tell you,
Arnold, he looks like poor Brown, that
got killed fighting Indians when we
were out in Dakota. Yes, sir; this
recruit is splendid and strong and big
and brave, just like Brown."
In his earnestness Robin's voice rose
high. The little fellow was carried
away by his enthusiasm; and the more
he talked, the more he admired the
young recruit, whose splendid physique
had caught his boyish fancy. Having
no better material, Robin could always
make heroes out of very common clay,
for heroes to worship was a necessity of
his nature. He saw virtues more easily
than faults, and he clung to his own
generous opinion against that of colder
and more experienced persons. It may
be that with his warm, loving heart he
discovered many truths these sharp
The little squad of men, of whom
Robin's recruit formed one, were now
being marched away to the soldiers'
barracks, and presently turned in to
the last one of the row. These were
the quarters of Company B, of which
Robin's father was captain, and which
Robin called his.
Well, my father will have one good
one this time. He says the worst ones
usually fall to him," said Robin, and
after a pause he went on, -
"I wonder how those men like the
looks of Texas. They came from New
York, you know. It's sort of different
here." He looked' reflectively over the
landscape, with its stretches of scraggy
plains lying so .quiet and featureless
under a wide blue sky, while at the
same time memory called up the picture
of the great city which he had once
visited. I wonder if they know how
hot it's going to be."
"And about the tarantulas," said
Arnold; my cousin never saw one till
she came here."
And the rattlesnakes."
And the centipedes," cried the
children, in an alarming chorus.
"We had a centipede in our house
yesterday," cried Edith, with a touch,
of pride in her shrill little voice. It
was a big one, and I helped kill it. I
jumped round and screamed as loud
as I could while Hannah got the tea-
kettle and poured boiling water on it.
It curled right up and died then, and
I took it out on a shovel. I was n't a
There were no comments made on
Edith's bravery, for just at that moment
the children caught a glimpse of Lieu-
tenant Hall on his pretty blackhorse at
the other end of the long line of houses
where the families of the officers lived.
Sometimes this amiable young man took
the children in turns for a canter around
the parade-ground, so at sight of him
there was a simultaneous rush of little
trousered legs and a flutter of white
frocks. Robin made a movement as if
he would follow them, but finally sat
down on the parade-ground.
He was a beautiful boy, with soft dark
eyes that sometimes flashed gloriously,
and a clear skin through which, when
he was much moved, the hot color
always burned. His head was covered
with short brown curls that now in the
bright sunshine shone golden. As a
little child he had been remarkable for
strength and spirit. The men of Com-
pany B told many a tale of those wild
days in the Indian country, when at the
age of three he had first joined them:
how at four o'clock every morning at
reveille, his name being called by the
sergeant, the little fellow would be in his
place at the end of the line, Private
Clancy, with figure erect, head up, and
serious, stolid face. On pay-day he was
paid regularly with the men, five
cents from the paymaster's own pocket.
Once, this was a favorite anecdote in
B Company, when the men were
being vaccinated, the soft baby arm of
Master Robin was presented in turn
with the brawny arms of the soldiers,
and he would not go away until he had
shared this duty.
But while this child's play was
allowed at that little two-company post
where Captain Clancy was then stationed,
in the large garrison at Fort Carey, with
stern old Colonel Bisby commanding,
no such unmilitary performances were
possible. The men were very sorry for
Robin, who used frequently to go down
to the barracks and bewail his expulsion
from the ranks, but in reality he no
longer had the strength to bear his
former self-imposed hardships; whether
in his ambition to perform all a soldier's
duty he had overtaxed himself at the
old post, or whether the hot Texas sun
was enfeebling his blood, which in the
clear, cold air of the northwest had
danced so joyously through his veins, or
whether too many thoughts were hum-
ming through his little head, no one
knew, but it was clear that Robin was
growing more delicate in spirit and
body. Each morning, awakened by the
morning gun which is fired at the first
note of reveille, he would, start up as if
to obey the call, and wistfully follow the
notes of the buglers marching around
the garrison, and then with a sigh of
relief would drop his head again upon
I can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up, I
can't get 'em up this morning; I can't get 'em up, I
can't get 'em up, I can't get 'em up at all.
The corporal is worse than the pri vate, The
ser geant 's worse than the cor p'ral, The
lieut. 's worse than the ser geant, And the
cap tain is worse than all.
Directly opposite that part of the
parade-ground where Robin sat, the
major's wife was talking to the doctor;
and as the children scampered past
them along the line, she said, -
Do look at Robin Clancy; I wonder
what does make him so languid."
Well, you know, dear little Mrs.
Clancy has n't an idea how to bring up
a child," joined in Mrs. Merton, who was
leaning over her gate. I dined there
yesterday, and Robin was allowed to
have fried oysters, plum-cake, cheese,
and coffee; and when in the evening he
was sick his mother said to Susannah:
'There now, Susannah, I knew he
would be sick when I saw you giving
him that cold water.' "
The doctor laughed, and then raising
his cap to the two ladies, crossed over
to where Robin still sat.
"Well, little man," he said, stooping
down by the child's side, did n't you
want to go with the other children? "
Why, yes," answered Robin, I did,
but my legs did n't. They are awful
lazy feeling somehow lately, but I won't
stand it. I'm going to begin now, and
make 'em go. That's what legs arefor."
"Well, I would n't be too severe,"
said the doctor. I think they ought
to be indulged just now, and have plenty
of rest." But this advice roused all
Robin's boyish impatience.
"They are my legs, and I say they
shall go," he said rather crossly.
The doctor only smiled in response
to Robin's vehemence, and dropping the
irritating subject, inquired if he took the
medicine regularly that he had sent to
"Ye-es," was the rather hesitating
reply. "That is, I didn't take it at
first. I kept forgetting it, but I'm
taking it regularly now. I began this
The doctor shook his head over this
unsatisfactory patient, but he could not
scold him; for after his little burst of
temper Robin had flung an arm around
his friend's neck, and was looking into
his eyes with that slow, warm smile that
was so magnetic.
Then, just at that moment, there was
a clatter of a horse's hoofs and shouts
of laughter, as Lieutenant Hall, with
little Edith beside him, rode along the
parade-ground, followed by the clam-
When he reached Robin and the
doctor, he held in his horse, saying:
Hallo, boy, why did n't you come for
a trot? Want to go ?"
Robin was as much at ease on a
horse as on a chair, and the lieutenant,
after handing Edith to the doctor,
jumped off and slung him up into the
saddle, and Robin caught up the reins
and cantered gayly away.
"Ride straight round once, young
man!" screamed the lieutenant after
him; "mind you go no farther;" and
Robin waved his hand as an assurance
of obedience. He rides like an Arab.
Nice boy; a little peaked, though, lately.
Can't you chirk him up, Doctor? "
But the doctor shook his head and
scowled, after a fashion he had when
he did not wish to be questioned, and
presently walked away toward Captain
Meantime Robin was clattering past
the barracks, his white linen suit
accented against the glossy black skin
of the horse, his curly head, with its
jaunty red fez, thrown well back, his
eyes flashing, a little atom of joyful
life in the gay morning sunshine.
"Who is that little kid ? asked
Doogan, who was standing by his quar-
ters watching the boy with those eyes
that Sergeant Corrigan had called
vicious. He ain't bad to look at."
AMONG THE ROSE-BUSHES.
T WISH you would send one of the
men to dig round my roses," said
Mrs. Clancy to the captain the next
morning at the breakfast table.
"One of the recruits is a rose cul-
turer, so he says," answered the captain.
" I '11 send him up."
Oh," said Robin, "maybe it's my
man, -the one I chose yesterday. I
hope so. What sort of a looking man
is he, father? "
Well, my boy, nobody in his senses
would ever choose this one, -an ugly
fellow that I shall have trouble with.
Among the Rose-bushes.
Such men ought not to be enlisted, for
they are a disgrace to the army,'
Well; anyway,, you have one good
recruit," said Robin, cheerfully. My
man won't be a disgrace to the army.
What's the rose culture's name ?"
It's Doogan, John Doogan.
A-h-h-h! what a fellow!"
The captain pushed his chair from
the table as if the very thought of the
man took away his appetite, and pres-
ently went out.
That Captain Clancy was the hand-
somest and finest officer in the-
infantry, was the unreserved opinion of
Mrs. Clancy and her son Robin. To
speak with more moderation, he was a
fine-looking officer with an air of com-
mand and a proud step, as if conscious
that he would never walk away from his
duty. He was a strict disciplinarian,
but it is no light task to control so
many rough, turbulent men as were
under his command. Some of them
drank; some were insubordinate; and
now and then one deserted. Lieuten-
ant Hall and Lieutenant Spaulding, the
two other officers of Company B, did
not take these sins of the men on their
own consciences, but Robin sympathized
entirely with his father.
This fellow I chose won't do any of
those horrid things," Robin asserted,
with an air of pride, as he and his
mother left the table together, and he
is so splendid and big. I like men to
be big, and women to be little."
He stopped to give a gentle kiss to
the little woman at his side, and then
"Is n't it lucky we got him? I was
so afraid he would belong to some other
Among tke Rose-bushes.
company. There, there's the call for
inspection. If you 'll come out on the
porch, I '11 point him out to you, for the
recruits will be standing round looking
You must think, sweetheart, I have
good eyes, to be able to see clear across
I think you have the loveliest eyes
of any lady in the regiment," the boy
answered, looking admiringly into the
eyes of which his own were faithful
copies. Everybody says so no, not
everybody, because Arnold says his
mother's are the handsomest. It 's funny
how a fellow always thinks his mother
is handsome. I don't mean me, of
course, because you are, but other
fellows. You are not only the hand-
somest, but the best."
"Well, I ought to be a good mother,"
" I think you have the loveliest eyes of any lady in the regiment."
Among the Rose-buskes.
said Mrs. Clancy, pulling Robin into her
lap, when I have such a dear little son."
Land! there you two are at it again.
Love-makin'! exclaimed the disgusted
voice of Susannah, who was clearing
away the breakfast dishes. It's awful
for a woman of good, plain everyday
feeling's, with no fancy trimmin's to
'em, to have to hear it a-goin' on all the
time. When it ain't you an' Robin,
it's you an' the capt'n, an' every evening'
it's that silly Rosy an' William Henry
Fudge in the kitchen. I never saw
such a house as this. Last evening the
air bein' pretty heavy with it here, I
went over to Mrs. Brown's, thinking'
't would be a relief to set awhile
with some sensible middle-aged body, an'
if there was n't Sarey an' that Smith
that's keeping' company with her, a-hand-
squeezin' together on the doorstep."
Oh, my lovely Susannah, give us one
of your sweet kisses," cried Robin,
throwing his arms around the waist of
the old servant. He could n't forbear
to tease Susannah, and followed her
about the room, blowing kisses at her
and calling her extravagant, fond names.
Susannah was a privileged person in
the Clancy family. She wquld willingly
have gone to the stake for any one of
them, but she intended as long as she
lived here below to speak her mind with
perfect freedom to everybody, and par-
ticularly to Miss Maggy, as she called
Robin's mother, whom she had taken
care of since her babyhood, and whom
she still regarded as a child.
Go along with you, Robin," she said.
"Go to your mother. She can stand
any amount of such nonsense. I must
say, Miss Maggy," here Susannah set
Among the Rose-bushes.
a dish down hard and turned round
with her arms akimbo, I must say I
don't like them words you an' the capt'n
(an' now Robin has caught 'em) uses
so free, like
darlin' an' dear-
est an' an
That last is aw- ,
ful," said Su- '--
sannah, with a -
my opinion a
man should n't
ever allow him-
self to go beyond
dear before folks. Now, Robin, suppose
you leave off kissin' your ma an' come
an' take your medicine."
"I 'd rather kiss my ma," answered
Robin, roguishly, but he followed poor
Susannah into the kitchen.
Presently he returned with the infor-
mation that the man had come to dig
round the 'rose-bushes, and was already
at work in the garden.
He is my man, after all," said Robin,
" and I'm going out to talk to him. Look
out the window and see what a splendid
strong fellow he is."
Is that your much-talked-of man ?"
cried Susannah, who had come in
behind Robin and now looked curiously
from behind the window-curtain over
her mistress's shoulder. He looks like
a jail-bird, or wuss, if there be such. I
would n't trust that critter with a fly."
Robin being already out of the room,
there was no one to stand up for poor
Doogan. Mrs. Clancy said, -
"Oh, Susannah, he is rough-looking.
I don't like to have Robin out there
Among the Rose-bushes.
Well, keep your eye on the pair of
'em every minute," Susannah advised.
"I 've got to go back to the kitchen."
Dashing out into the little enclosure
in front of the house, Robin shouted a
blithe good-morning to Doogan, who
was standing with his back to him
spading up a flower-bed, and who re-
turned his pleasant greeting in a dis-
couragingly gruff tone.
He was a magnificently made creature
of fine proportions, and an air of great
strength, but in his bold black eyes there
was an ugly, defiant look. Hardly more
than a boy, he already seemed to have
lived some rough, lawless life in which
his hand had been against every man
and every man's hand against him.
But little Robin saw nothing of this,
and stood watching him with a look of
pride and proprietorship. At length,
by ,way of conversation, he remarked:
" My father says you 're a rose-cul-
turer. It sounds like a nice business,
but being a soldier is even nicer. How
do you think you'll like being a
Doogan growled an answer that was
quite unintelligible to Robin; but there
was no mistaking the meaning of his
scowl, and his tone implied that the
taste he had had of soldiering was any-
thing but satisfactory.
Well, I /zope you'll like it," Robin
said. I'm so glad you are in our
company. It was funny, was n't it, but
I chose you right in the beginning ? "
"Chose me," repeated Doogan, for
the first time bestowing a look upon
Yes, I chose you out of all the
recruits," said Robin, smiling.
Among the Rose-bushes.
What for ? questioned Doogan.
Because," answered Robin, -" be-
cause I liked your looks."
Cos he liked my looks "
Doogan smiled a queer sort of a
smile, and then added, -
Well, there ain't any accounting' for
taste, but mind you, sonny, beauty is
only skin deep."
"It was n't so much that, but I
thought you were kind of good and
pleasant," Robin explained. Big
fellows are usually kind. I suppose it's
because they feel sorry for other people
that are so much weaker."
I never see a more discetnin' little
chap. You ought to go into the dertec-
tive business when you grow up. Bein'
able to judge so accurate of character,
you 'd jest make yer mark."
Thank you," said Robin, who be-
lived himself complimented, "but I 'm
going to be an army-officer, so I can't
be a er what was it you said ? "
Dertective," suggested Doogan.
"Well, the perfession has lost an orna-
ment, that's all. An' so you thought
I was good an' pleasant, did you? "
Yes," answered Robin, promptly, I
did. I told my father about you. I
told him he had got one recruit, any-
how, that would n't drink or do any
of the things that make so much
"Sech a discernin' little chap!" again
murmured Doogan. An' what did yer
pa say? "
I don't remember what he said, but
he was awfully glad, of course. He
did n't know which you were, though."
Robin stopped in confusion, suddenly
realizing what his father had said about
Among the Rose-buskes.
Doogan before knowing that he was the
recruit of his son's choice; but Doogan
did not notice Robin's confusion, and
Yes, I 'm about as good an' pleasant
a feller as he's likely to find. The
trouble is, I 'm most too good. I don't
want to do nothing' all day but to read
"Oh, but there is so much to be
done, you know," said the boy, doubt-
fully. There's drilling and target
practice and and ever so many things.
A soldier has to work pretty hard, I
"Well, I ain't any objection to
working I 'm willing jest perfectly
willing' to work -say a couple o' hours
every other Wednesday."
Oh, you're joking," said Robin, with
an air of relief. I like people that
joke, but I really thought you were in
earnest about the tracks. How did you
come to enlist? "
Yer see I 'd heard that soldiers was
a pretty rough lot, an' I thought my
example might do 'em good. 'T was, as
you may say, from a sense of dooty.
There now," Doogan interrupted him-
self, -" these roses oughter do well."
The trouble most years is that they
bloom too early, and a norther comes
along and nips all the buds," ex-
I hope they won't be sech bloomin'
idiots this year," said Doogan, chuck-
ling over his joke, as he drove the spade
into the hard earth and turned it over
with an ease that was much admired by
"You 're just awful strong, are n't
you ? the boy said presently. I suppose
Among the Rose-bushes.
your legs don't ever shake when you try
to run, and something that's queer inside
of you does n't flutter and make you
"Well, no; them sensations you
speak of ain't common with me," an-
swered Doogan, still with that curious
little chuckle of his. But suddenly he
left off digging, and turning round,
looked thoughtfully at Robin, saying,
" I hope you ain't describin' any feel-
in's of your own."
And then he burst out crossly, I 'd
like to know what that grave-face doctor
that's a-kickin' his heels down at the
hospital is about not to give you some-
thing to set you up."
Oh, he has given me something;
and I 'm not exactly sick, Doogan, only
sort of shaky. I wouldn't think any-
thing of it, I suppose, only I used to be
so strong. Why, I never thought of
my legs, and did n't know I had that
queer thing that flutters. Sometimes
I think perhaps I deserve it because I
used to be such a bully."
"An' how was you a bully?" asked
Doogan, with flattering interest.
Oh, I was always fighting. I used
to stay at the barracks a good deal, and
whenever a boy came along, the men
would say, -
"' Hullo, here comes Johnny Green'
(or whoever the boy was). I say, Robin,
he can lick you;' and then, you know,
I felt obliged to fight. To tell the truth,"
Robin went on confidentially, I did n't
want to fight. I was afraid--just a
very little afraid the other boy might
hurt me, and I did n't care so particu-
larly about hurting him, though of
course if one of us had to be hurt, I
Among the Rose-bushes.
did n't want it to be me. But I mean
to be a soldier, and I can't be a coward;
when I thought of that I 'd always
"You seem to have given up the
occupation now," observed Doogan.
How 's that? "
Why, you 'see, my father explained
to me that if a brave man fights, it's for
some good cause, and not just for the
sake of fighting. It's lucky for me
there are other ways of showing one's
courage," said Robin, rather soberly,
"for most any fellow could whip me
now. There are other ways; don't you
think so, Doogan? "
Lots of 'em, jest heaps," said
Doogan, consolingly. I wish I could
give you some of my strength. I might
spare enough to set up a little chap like
you, an' never be the wuss for it."
But Robin protested against this.
It would be a pity for you to lose any
of your strength," he said. I should n't
want to take it. You are going to do
so much for the men, you know."
Doogan's work among the rose-bushes
was finished, and he was gathering to-
gether his tools, but he looked from
under his heavy brow at Robin, and
said earnestly, -
See here, little un; all I said to you
was jest stuff. 'T warn't true, not a
word of it. I 'm a terrible ugly. fellow,
a bad lot, not fit to be gassin' here with
an innercent little chap like you. An'
I '11 take it kindly- for your own sake,
mind yer if you '11 jest keep clear o'
me in the future."
R OBIN looked admiringly after the
splendid figure of Doogan as he
strode away across the parade-ground.
What the recruit had said made little
impression upon him, for he disposed of
the whole question on the ground that
modesty is the sister of virtue.
I'm sure he 's a good man, this
Doogan," he said to himself. "I 'm
going to hunt up Sergeant Corrigan,
and see what he has to say about him."
Sergeant Corrigan and Robin were
old friends, the tie between them being
their devotion to Company B. Often
they had long, confidential talks on the
character of the men, about whom they
sometimes quarrelled, the sergeant hold-
ing dark views, born of a hard experi-
ence, on this subject.
Corrigan had married Robin's former
nurse, and the boy considered himself a
friend of the family, taking a godfatherly
SERGEANT CORRIGAN'S HOUSE IN SOAPSUDS Row.
sort of interest in the young Corrigans.
The sergeant lived in one of the line of
houses called Soapsuds Row, the resi-
dences of the regimental laundresses.
Although he had been a long time in
the service, and, being of an unusually
frugal nature, was in very comforta-
ble circumstances, his wife sometimes
earned at the wash-tub extra comforts,
- such as window-shades for her parlor,
or shoes for her boys, these articles
being considered enervating luxuries by
her more economical husband; and that
morning when Robin came in search of
the sergeant, Mary's cheerful Irish face
greeted him over a steaming tub of
soldiers' shirts. The baby was asleep;
but Master Robin Corrigan, our hero's
namesake, was skipping up and down
the room in excitement, having, after
nobody knows how many days of
patient angling, caught a small fish in
the creek. His tender-hearted mother
was vainly imploring him to return the
little fish to its native element.
Sure, if I do I can't catch him ag'in
whin I 'm wantin' him," answered Bob,
with youthful foresight. I 'd better
be killing' him now, an' whin I ate him
for me dinner, I '11 be sure of him."
"That kind of fish is n't good to eat,"
An' did ye iver ate one, thin ?"
asked Bob, shrewdly.
Kill him, thin,the aisiest way, darlin'.
How? Well, sure, they say drownin'
do be the aisiest death of all," said his
mother, who was a wit in her way,
winking at Robin. Go put him in the
crick, me swate bye."
But little Bob had already dropped
the fish in the tub of scalding suds, and
with indignant roughness, Mary turned
him out of doors. The skirmish woke
up the baby, who doubled the noise by
his cries. Mary took him up, and set-
tling him in his carriage, asked Robin
if he would not, for friendship's sake,
take him out of doors.
Robin could have devised a more
agreeable employment for himself than
taking Baby Corrigan for an airing.
He privately regretted having placed
The Accident. 47
himself within Mary's reach; but he
was an obliging boy, and did not like
Down the hill, just below Soapsuds
BY THE CREEK.
Row, winds the lovely little stream
called Las Moras. Its banks are cov-
ered with verdure, so that its course is
like a fresh green ribbon along the dry,
arid chaparral, or bush country, that
surrounds Fort Carey. The live-oaks,
often fringed with moss, overhang the
creek, upon whose smooth green water
glisten the white geese.
The banks of the stream were a fa-
of the laundresses'
there Robin found
'4 'Bob Corrigan, who
himself for the loss
of his fish by the
capture of one of
his mother's finest
called to Robin to
( come and help
Z1' him teach the
BOB CORRIGAN. rooster to swim, so
that he could enjoy himself on the
creek with the geese.
This novel and apparently benevolent
project attracted Robin, who at once
guided the perambulator down the bank
to where his young friend stood.
The water is n't deep enough right
here," he said at length, having watched
with much interest the first unsuccessful
attempts. "You see, he gets right to
the bottom and walks out. You have
to go into deep water to learn to swim."
He'd be after drownin', an' we
could n't git him thin," objected Bob.
Robin dived down into those mines
of wealth, his trouser pockets, and
drew forth a piece of twine. This he
tied to one of the legs of the rooster,
and stepping out on a rock, threw the
poor, loudly protesting creature out into
"The geese swim here, and so of
course the rooster can," he said confi-
dently; but after repeated trials the
rooster proved quite unteachable.
Innyhow, the water plases him
better now," said Bob, by way of en-
couragement. He don't kick at it
A strange and silent submission had
succeeded the frantic expostulations
with which the rooster had sought to
convince the boys of the hopelessness
of their project; and an uncomfortable
misgiving moved Robin to pull it
ashore. He untied the string and tried
to make it stand, but the poor fowl fell
flatly on its side with its legs stuck out
"I 'm afraid we've hurt it," he said
anxiously to Bob, who, after poking it
with his fat fingers, declared 't was only
tired out, the pore thing was, with all
the fuss he 'd been making, and that he
would "carry it away to the coop for
Robin watched him with lively
I wish I had n't done it," he said to
himself, as he pushed the perambulator
up the bank. "I 'm afraid I worried
the poor rooster to death, and it's a
cowardly thing to tease helpless crea-
tures. Horatio never would have done
it, neither would any of those brave old
Spartans. Abraham Lincoln always
protected the weak. I 'm afraid that I
shall grow up to be like Nero."
In his repentance, Robin did the best
thing he could, which was to devote
himself to present duty, the care of
The thought that fifty cents would
make the loss good to Mary was con-
soling, but he told himself sadly that
he never could make it up to the
There was a foot-bridge that crossed
the creek as a means of communication
between the post and the town, and to
Robin's joy he now saw Sergeant Corri-
gan hurrying over it. He stopped
the baby-carriage, and saluted respect-
fully, while the sergeant, having given a
paternal caress to his son, took off his
cap and wiped the perspiration from his
"I have been looking for you, Ser-
geant," said Robin.
Well, I've been over to town, and on
bad business, too. I have been looking
after Kelly, who was missing at inspec-
tion this morning, and just as I ex-
pected, found him dead drunk down at
the Merry Mule. That town plays the
mischief with our men. There was
Myers just ruined there, and Kelly's
following suit as fast as he can. By
the great horn spoon," went on the
sergeant, who in moments of great ex-
citement permitted himself this unique
oath, "we never had a poorer lot of
men than at present, take 'em by the
lot, boy. And the recruits -for I 've
sized 'em up -are n't goin' to be any
Well, I guess you have n't sized up
Doogan," interrupted Robin. He's all
Now you're wrong there, Robin.
He is a bad lot, he is. You can see it
in his eye, and you can see it in the
whole bad face of him. He'll never be
any credit to B Company, I '11 warrant
I don't think it's fair to give a man
a bad name before you know anything
against him. When Doogan has turned
out to be a good, brave soldier, you will
want to take back the mean thing
you've said now."
Robin's eyes glittered. He was
afraid he was severe on his old friend,
but his pity for Doogan, condemned
before he had been given a trial, urged
him on. Corrigan, deep in his own
thoughts, had not even noticed Robin's
I should n't be surprised if he had
deserted from some other regiment," he
went on calmly. He says he's been a
rose-culturer. Sounds dreadful inno-
cent, does n't it? I reckon he's done
something in his life beside tending
posies. I think he 's a desperate sort of
a character. And the captain, I see,
thinks so too, though he doesn't say
much, as of course he should n't, it
being, perhaps, as you say, a little pre-
vious. Yes, he 's a bad lot. Why, just
to see the color that flies into his ugly
face when an order is given him."
"Ugly face! I think he's hand-
some !" cried Robin. Why, Ser-
geant," he went on, measuring his
friend with a critical eye, I believe
he could lift you up with his little
"Perhaps he could,-- perhaps he
could," answered the sergeant, good-
humoredly. When it comes to
strength, that's another matter. Did
you hear how some of the men tried to
keep him from passing over the bridge
this morning ? You know it's not wide
enough for more than one to pass at a
time, and they were coming over from
When he saw what they were up to,
he stood stockstill in the middle of the
bridge, and yelled to them to come on.
Though they had been as bold as you
please before, when they saw him stand-
ing there with his fist doubled up and
those black eyes of his glaring at 'em,
they did n't seem to hanker after the
job of handling him. However, they
could n't back out, and so the first one
stepped on. Well, Doogan picked him
up and tossed him like a wisp of straw
over the bridge into the crick, and the
next man he tossed over the olter side
of the bridge. As for the rest of those
men, why, bless you, they huddled to-
gether like a lot of sheep on the Plun-
kett side without offering to set foot on
the bridge until Doogan had crossed
over and was halfway to town."
Why, it was like Horatio, was n't
it ?" exclaimed Robin, excitedly. I
think it was splendid."
The Accident.' 57
"Horatio? An' who may he be?"
questioned the sergeant, looking puzzled.
Why don't you remember the piece,
"Then out spake brave Horatio,
The captain of the gate :
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?'"
"Yes, I remember now, the chap
you are so fond of outer the Roman
History; but as I recollect the piece,
this Horatio was a-fighting for his
country. That's the meaning of the
ashes and temples, which are just
figgers of speech. So you see it was n't
a similar case. However, since you've
taken a liking to him, I won't disparage
Doogan. Give him time, an' he's sure
to show himself out, whatever he is.
Now I'm goin' right along home, and
I '11 take this little snipe back to his
mother. You had better go home too,"
added Corrigan, with a sharp look at
Robin. It's getting hot, and if I was
you I 'd get out of this sun. There 's
Soup-y, soup-y, soup-y, with-out a ny
[%-- R P -
bean, Pork-y, pork-y, pork y,
with- out a ny lean, Cof -fee, cof-fee,
cof fee, with out a -ny cream.
So Robin began to climb the hill
toward the parade-ground. Meanwhile
his thoughts were of Doogan, whom he
was enthroning in one of the high
places in his heart with the heroes he
worshipped. Some of these were taken
from history, or legendary poems that
his mother taught him, and some were
unknown men whose brave deeds were
none the less inspiring because history
has not commemorated them, and
which live only in admiring hearts of
He aspired to be a strong man him-
self, and strength implied valor with
Robin; but for the present, he could
hardly drag one weary foot after the
other. The sun, beating down on the
white limestone soil, blinded him. His
head swam, and a sudden sickness made
him think of the rooster, with a vague
wonder if, as he lay there so stiff and
motionless, he had felt like this. Robin
had now reached the top of the hill
where the barracks are. Along this
line came the ambulance, -a clumsy
old vehicle drawn by sleek government
mules. They came at their fastest
speed, for the driver was in haste to get
to the corral.
The soldiers sitting on the barrack-
steps shouted warningly to Robin, who
stood quite still directly in its course.
In that instant before the foremost mule
struck him, they wondered at his sup-
posed foolhardiness, then rushed to him;
while Lieutenant Hall, who had wit-
nessed the accident from the doorway
of headquarters, and two other officers
who were crossing the parade-ground,
also ran up. The mules had been in-
stantly reined in; and Hooley, the
driver, white with alarm, sat bending
over the seat looking at Robin. Every
face wore an air of tender anxiety; for
Robin, with his love of fun, his sensi-
bility, his heart full of love, and his
passionate admiration for what is great
and brave, was dear to every soul in the
old garrison. But, thank Heaven, the
bright spirit they loved still shone out
of those dark eyes that looked with such
brave reassurance into theirs. No one
could tell, however, how great his
injuries might be. Some one immedi-
ately started in search of the doctor;
another to prepare Mrs. Clancy for the
child's coming. Then a stretcher was
brought, but when they would have
lifted him upon it, Robin shook his
head, saying, -
Where is Doogan ? I want Doogan
to carry me."
62 Robin's Recruit.
There was a stir of surprise among
the men, but they moved away; and the
recruit, having been told of Robin's
wish, pushed through the crowd, and
stooping down, lifted him gently in his
strong, steady arms.
AN IMPATIENT PATIENT.
THERE was great rejoicing at
Fort Carey when the doctor had
given his opinion on Robin's case, for
no bones were broken, and although the
doctor had not been able to decide the
extent of Robin's injuries, he did not
think that any serious trouble need be
anticipated. A sprained back, however,
would cause the patient some pain, and
make care needful. There must be
many weary weeks before he could ex-
pect to run about the post as before.
Robin bore the sentence with cour-
age. It was just at guard-mount, and
the strains of martial music from the
band burst on Robin's ear as an accom-
paniment to the painful words, and
made them easier to bear.
It was just at guard-mount."
The doctor was a warm admirer of
Robin, and having sympathy with his
moods, knew how to help him. bear his
There are other emergencies that
measure a man's courage just as well as
An Impatient Patient.
a battle-field," he said; "and many a
soldier, if he spoke the truth, would say
that the hardest fight he ever made was
in the hospital. It takes a stronger spirit
to conquer oneself than any other
enemy, so you must brace up, Robin,
and make a hard fight for patience."
From the window Robin caught the
bright scene on the parade-ground,
where, headed by the bandsmen in their
gay uniforms, the men, with their bayo-
nets gleaming in the late sunlight, were
now marching before the adjutant. He
could see the fine, erect figure of his
father, who, as the new officer of the
day, was standing with Captain Ball, the
old officer of the day, at the other end
of the field. All there was life and
motion, a boy's paradise, in which
there seemed no call for the humdrum
virtue the doctor praised. Then the
band clanged and clashed in a final
flourish thatwas like a burst of triumph,
as the new guards marched to their post
at the guard-house, and a small boy with
a sprained back and brave heart also
went on duty.
I never cared very much about
being patient," he said; it does n't seem
one of the boss virtues at all, and only
good for women who sit in the house
and sew. Perhaps it will be a good
plan to go in for it now when I can't do
anything better. So, Doctor, I'm going
to try to be patient, and not make a
fuss, no matter how long I have to stay
- But this mood could not be expected
to last; to poor Robin, as to us all, there
come moments of trial when no martial
music inspires us with courage, and no
kind friend is at hand to point out the
An, Impatient Patient. 67
better way. Robin was no saint, only a
warm-hearted, human boy, whose good
resolutions would not always stand
test. At such times he declared he
would not even try to be patient, -
turned his face from his mother, and
had only cross words for poor, faithful
There, boy, don't take on so,"
Susannah begged. of him one day.
" Let's be thankful it's no worse, as
welll might have been."
Thankful! I won't be thankful! "
Robin burst out crossly. I suppose
I 've got to bear it, but I won't be thank-
ful. And it's never so bad, Susannah,
that it might n't be worse. If you break
your arm, it might have been your leg;
and if it's your leg, why, it might have
been your neck. Anyhow, to sprain
your back is bad enough for me; and
you needn't think I'm going to jump
for joy because I've done it."
Then he flung his book on the floor
as a sample of the behavior she might
expect from him; but the next moment
he threw his arms around her neck,
owning that he was cross and begging
her to forgive him.
The book Robin flung away in his
pet was about a boy who, like himself,
was sick and obliged to keep quiet, but
the resemblance between the two
stopped here; for that boy was never
known to complain through all the four
hundred pages that described his woes.
When any one spoke to him of them, he
always answered "in a gentle voice,"
and to the effect that he did not mind
suffering at all. Robin thought that
this taste was peculiar, to say the least,
for he himself objected very strongly
An Impatient Patient.
to suffering, which always made him
cross instead of gentle. The boy in the
book seemed, too, always to wear a wan
Robin asked Susannah what sort of a
smile that was, and if she had ever
noticed that he smiled in that way. He
wished to play the role of invalid with
equal propriety, and asking for a hand-
glass, made many experiments in smiles,
but he was never able to produce any-
thing better than what he himself called
"a cross grin."
All this time there were constant
callers at the Clancys' quarters with
inquiries for Robin. Many of the ladies
brought delicacies to tempt his appetite.
Sometimes for a few moments the
children were allowed to see him; and
often his friend Arnold came in to tell
him the news of the post, or to read to
him. After the unpleasant scene with
Susannah just described, Rose Milby
brought in her zither, and with her
nimble white fingers chased away all
Robin's pain and ill-humor. Then
came a call from Lieutenant Hall, who
entertained him with anecdotes of a
remarkable dog he had, and left with
him for company a little horned toad
that he had found, for these gentle
little creatures are often made pets of
by Texan children.
Finally, his father, having come in
very tired from a court-martial, instead
of going as usual to the club, sat down
for a chat with his son; and directly
after, Mrs. Clancy, who had left him for
the first time since his accident that
afternoon, returned also, and the three
enjoyed together the quiet hour of
An Impatient Patient.
Lulled by the low voices of these
dearest friends, Robin lay half asleep.
He was fast losing all consciousness of
his pleasant surroundings when a sud-
den turn in the conversation thoroughly
I had trouble with one of the recruits
to-day," Captain Clancy was saying;
" nothing to speak of if I were not so
sure that it's a foretaste of what's to
come. I had ordered the man to be on
the ground for target practice at one
o'clock, and he was n't on time. So I
sent for the sergeant, who, after looking
for him, reported that he was not in the
garrison. Lieutenant Hall waited half
an hour for him; and when he finally
came he said that he had been told
there was a letter for him in the post-
office, and had gone to town to get it,
meaning to be back on time.
"' Do you realize the enormity of your
offence in disobeying orders ?' I asked
He looked ugly, but he answered
respectfully enough that he had n't
intended to disobey orders.
"'How is that ?' said I.
"' I supposed I could get back in
time,' he answered.
"' Did n't you go to the Merry Mule ?'
"'Yes,' he admitted; he had been
there, but only for a moment, and he
came away saying that he must be back
to target practice.
"' Well,' said I,' do you know that I
can put you in the guard-house for four
months ? '
He scowled and looked as black as a
Texas thunder-cloud, but he kept quiet;
and I finally told him that as this was
An Impatient Patient.
his first offence, if the lieutenant agreed
I should let him off."
What was his name, father ? asked
Well, to tell the truth, it was your
Captain Clancy laughed as if he
thought this rather a good joke on
If 't was that Doogan, Captain
Clancy, I wish you'd clapped him into
the guard-house without any hemming
and hawing," broke out Susannah, who
was lighting the wood-fire that made
the room so pleasant every evening. If
ever a man had an evil eye, he has; and
I had my forbodin's of trouble when I
first saw him out there in the yard
looking' at Robin."
That's nonsense, Susannah," laughed
the captain; the man has done no harm
to Robin; but have patience, and he 'll
get himself into the guard-house fast
enough, if that's what you want."
Lor, I don't mean to say anything
now, but just wait till I get a-hold of
Susannah snapped her lips together
as if she were afraid that if the vials of
wrath she had ready to pour upon the
offender were uncorked they might
Everybody is down upon poor Doo-
gan, even to Susannah, but I 'm sure
he's a fine fellow," exclaimed Robin.
" Why, father, he said he did n't mean
to disobey orders, and why don't you
believe him? I just wish I could do
something to show that I am his friend,
and believe in him. If you knew how
good he was to me when he carried me
home that day, you would feel just as
An Impatient Patient.
I do. Mother, won't you say something
kind for him? "
Mrs.' Clancy thought with a shudder
of the man's hard, bold face and the
shock it had given her to see the flower-
like one of her pretty boy so near it.
Never mind about the recruit, dar-
ling. You are getting excited, and that
is n't good for you. Well, then," she
went on in answer to the beseeching
eyes of Robin, perhaps he is n't as bad
as we think. It is true he was kind to
Not so bad as he looks, for instance,"
chimed in Susannah. "Well, I 'm sure I
hope he is n't, Robin, else there is no
knowing what he might be doing
ON THE CHAPARRAL.
N EARLY a month passed after Rob-
in's accident before he was able to
be out in the open air again. One
beautiful March day, however, Captain
Clancy ordered the ambulance, and
Robin and his mother drove into the
It was a poor little place, with streets
that straggled out into the chaparral,
which surrounded it on all sides. The
houses were of one story, with little
gardens in front, where peach-trees,
honey-suckle, and roses were blooming
at the same time, in a bewildering
fashion to Northern eyes. The Mexican
On the Chaparral
quarter was Smade up of little huts called
jacals, with a few feet of land enclosed
as a dooryard that was never cultivated,
but sometimes kind Nature thrust up a
Spanish bayonet-plant for a decoration,
its numerous spikes pricking the vivid
blue sky. Everywhere swarmed the
dark-eyed, bare-legged, smiling Mexican
children, who perhaps envied Robin his
seat in the coach as much as he envied
them their splendid health
Although the driver chose his way
as carefully as he could, the jarring of
the ambulance soon became painful to
Robin, who begged to go home again;
and much discouraged, Mrs. Clancy
ordered the driver to return to the gar-
rison. After this experience Robin
cared to take no more drives.
Meantime, the men of Company B
had constructed for his use a softly roll-
ing carriage, or chair on wheels. The
most difficult part of the work was done
by Doogan, who, it seemed, had all arts
but that of making friends.
" Being wheeled about the post."
Robin was pleased, not only by this
graceful attention, but also with the
vehicle itself, in which he passed many
comfortable hours being wheeled about
the post. The soldiers liked being
On the Chaparral.
detailed for this duty; but they knew
that Doogan was the favorite charioteer,
and it gradually fell entirely to him to
By degrees Mrs. Clancy overcame
her fears at seeing her little son carried
away by this vicious-looking young
soldier; and left by themselves, an inti-
macy grew up between them, an
intimacy as between two congenial.
beings. What grace there was in the
nature of Doogan, seen only by this
child friend, puzzled the people of Fort
One day when Robin was being
wheeled up and down in front of his
father's house, the fancy seized him to
be taken out on the chaparral. The pur-
ple frijolio, falsely called laurel, was then
in blossom, and acres and acres of the
blooms burdened the air with an almost
oppressive sweetness. Such a ramble
would take him out of earshot of the
children, shouting in so merry a fashion
in their play as to pain Robin with the
sense of his own misfortune.
They always seem to be having an
extra good time when I come by," said
the poor little disabled one, as Doogan
turned off toward the gate through
which they must pass to get out on
the chaparral. I 'm tired of being like
this; I know I promised to try to be
patient, and I mean to be, only I must
have a chance to rest and be cross now
"Suppose I carry you for a bit. It
would make a change anyhow," said
Doogan; and noticing that Robin's face
brightened a little at the suggestion, he
came round to the side of the chair and
stooped down over him. Robin put his
On the Chaparral.
arms around his neck, and smiled as
he felt himself lifted to the height of
You're so good, Doogan, I ought n't
to fret so," said Robin; but if a fellow
is going to be sick, he ought to be
brought up to it, and not have it sprung
on him all at once." His arm tight-
ened around Doogan's neck, and he
went on in a half whisper, I never
thought I'd be like this. I always
thought sick people were so tiresome.
There was poor Huckins. You never
saw him, 'cause he died before you came,
but he was out in Dakota, and he used
to cough dreadfully, and it always made
me feel cross. It seemed as if he did it
on purpose, you know. When we were
ordered to Texas he thought he should
get over it, but he died just a little while
after he got here. I was sorry then
that I had n't been kinder to him, but
it's no good to be sorry unless you are
sorry at the right time."
I would n't think on such oncheerful
subjects," advised Doogan; and glancing
at the sweet face, showing so white upon
the dark blue of his blouse, he added,
" If I only could give you a part of my
strength, Captain Robin, you 'd see how
quick I 'd do it."
Why, you are giving it to me. Are n't
your legs carrying both of us? I feel
almost as if they were partly mine, you
let me have 'em so often. Good legs,"
said Robin, with a glance downward that
Susannah would certainly have called
sentimental. The first time I ever saw
'em when I picked 'em out among a
lot of crooked, knock-kneed, slouchy ones
- I did n't think they would ever carry
me about on this chaparral. You know
On the Chaparral.
I fell in love with you, Doogan, at first
"Some might say you was easily
pleased," said Doogan, grinning. But
now tell me, Captain Robin, if there ain't
some other way you might make use o'
my strength. What do you want to do
that you ain't strong enough for? "
Let me see," said Robin, reflectively;
" well, you know the lone-stars are out
now, -the parade-ground is just covered
with them,- and I would like to gather
a bunch of them every morning for
Susannah, as I did last year. Nobody
ever sends Susannah flowers."
Lord, I should n't think they would !"
ejaculated Doogan, who admired Susan-
nah no more than she admired him. I 'd
as soon think of sending' flowers to a gov-
ernment mule. However, if 't will please
you, Captain Robin, I '11 pick them stars
as willing' for her as a feller would for his
sweetheart. An' now what else is there ? "
Robin laughed rather roguishly, and
then said, -
I was thinking yesterday that if I
was only well again, I'd sometimes on
washing-days take Mary Corrigan's baby
out in its carriage."
Doogan looked blank at this, and
said, Well, I should smile Ain't Ser-
geant Corrigan the strength to trot round
his own kids? "
"Yes, but I should like to do it for
Mary. I remember that time she asked
me I didn't exactly-"
Hanker after the job," put in Doogan.
That's it. I did n't exactly hanker
after the job," repeated Robin. I
remember I thought that babies were a
great nuisance; but of course if there
are n't any babies, there won't be any
On the Gkafiarral.
boys and men; and then, we all had to
be taken care of ourselves once even
you, Doogan. When I was a baby, Mary
Corrigan must have taken me out no
end of times, and so I 'd like to -"
Return the favor, as 't were," Doo-
gan suggested. Well, I see how 't is.
But that baby o' Corrigan's is a terror.
I saw it yesterday, an' it was flappin' its
mouth together like a horn-pout. It
makes me sick to look at it. However,
you 've but to say the word, an' I '11 be
like a lovin' mother to it."
Doogan, what a good old fellow you
are!" Robin burst out. But I was
in fun. It was just a test. Don't you
know in the fairy-stories how the prince
has to be willing to do all sorts of hard
things as a test of his love for the prin-
cess ? I would n't really have you do it
for anything, the men would laugh so.
I'm not going to have the men laugh
Laugh at me! They are n't so howl-
ing anxious for a quarrel," said Doogan,
grimly; and, in truth, there were few
among the soldiers that cared to measure
their strength with this young giant.
" An' what else are you wantin'
strength for? Now no more o' them
Well, there's poor Huckins, you
Huckins well, he 's dead an' buried,"
Doogan answered cheerfully.
Yes; he's buried over there in the
soldiers' cemetery with stones over his
grave, and only a rickety wooden cross
to show where he lies. He was a good
brave soldier, Doogan, and sometimes I
would like to go up there, and put some
flowers around, to show that he was n't
On the Chyaparral
"Well, now, that sort of work is jest
in my line, bein' in the sentimental busi-
ness at present." Doogan laughed with
that low, good-humored chuckle of his
that no one but Robin ever heard. I
will go up there to-morrow, an' sprinkle
about a few o' them lone-stars I shall
gather for my sweetheart, the beaute-
Oh, but you must n't! You must n't
call her that," interrupted Robin, looking
over Doogan's shoulder as if he expected
to see the wrathful face of Susannah
SI'lll sprinkle 'em on one of the graves
up there, and it's as likely to be Huck-
inses as anybody's." Doogan went on:
" Or if you would like, Captain Robin,
I '11 take you up there yourself, an' you
can point out the right one to me, though
I 'm not 'in favor of your bein' in
them lonely spots. But anyhow, now
it's time I was a-takin' you home, or the
folks there '11 be a-makin' up their minds
that I 'm a-murderin' you."
The following morning, as Robin was
lying on the sofa in the parlor, Susannah
brought in a huge bunch of lone-stars,
which, in high dudgeon, she flung into
"Your beautiful Doogan has just
brought 'em," she said;. the imperdent
thing came here, grinning like a chessy
cat, and said they was for me."
They are for you, but they are n't
exactly from Doogan. You see, Susan-
nah, Doogan feels sorry for me because
I 'm not strong enough to do anything,
and he says I shall have part of his
strength. I'm to call it mine, he says,
and use it just as I want to, and I told
him I guessed I 'd use a little to get these
lone-stars for you."
On 1he Chaparral.
Robin held out the flowers entreat-
ingly, but Susannah would not look at
them, and answered sharply, -
I ain't going to have any man sprawl.
ing round on the parade-ground, picking
flowers for me. I 've had plenty to hum-
ble my pride in my time, but I ain't sunk
so low yet as that."
I don't want you to sink low. If you
feel so, I'11 tell Doogan not to bring any
more," said Robin. I 've always got
them for you, though, ever since we 've
been at Fort Carey, and I thought
you'd miss them this year."
And so I would, Robin," cried Susan-
nah, dropping her easterly tone, and
suddenly veering round into a warm,
comfortable quarter; "lone-stars is lone-
stars, whoever picks 'em, and I '11 put
these now in water, with many thanks
9o Robin's Recruit.
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I ain't going to have any man sprawling on the parade-
ground, picking flowers for me."
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As long as the lone-stars bloomed, a
bunch came regularly each morning for
Susannah, who greeted their sweet, pure
faces with a wry one of her own, no doubt,
but, for love of Robin, meekly accepted
A norther that had sprung up in the
night prevented Robin from going out
the next morning, and after that a bad
cold confined him for several days to the
house, so that a long time passed before
he again saw Doogan.
A SAD BIRTHDAY.
T was directly after breakfast, and
Robin had been comfortably settled
on his sofa, while his mother, with her
pretty fancy-work in hand, sat devotedly
near, ready to be as amusing as she
To furnish entertainment' for such
long periods is a good deal of a tax
on one's ingenuity, and Mrs. Clancy
was thankful for a sudden interest on
Robin's part in her own work. She
even submitted to his rather rough
handling of her delicate materials, while
he investigated the process of making
A Sad Birthday.
Who is it for, anyhow ? he asked at
length, sniffing vigorously at the helio-
trope powder that was to scent the sides
of the case. I never had one of these,
and I think it's because I never had
such a good place to keep 'em in that I
lose so many of my handkerchiefs."
You shall have one, if you would like
it," said Mrs. Clancy. There were few
things this tender little mother would
refuse her poor boy at that time. But
this one is for Lieutenant Hall. He is
to have a birthday next week, and it's
pleasant, you know, to have your friends
remember you on that day."
Robin assented to this. He was think-
ing that when once he had given Doogan
a photograph of himself he had remarked
that no one before had ever made him a
present. Robin did not consider a pho-
tograph a present at all.
Mother," he said, it's going to be
Doogan's birthday next week too, and I
want to make him a present."
Mrs. Clancy gave instant consent to
this plan, looking upon the gift as an
acknowledgment of the kindness Doo-
gan had shown him.
Oh, I don't wish to do it for that! "
Robin protested; we're friends, you
know. But it's just as you said when
you were speaking of Lieutenant Hall,
pleasant to have your friends remember
you. I want to give him something nice,
Have you thought of anything in
particular ? It's rather hard to select
a present for Doogan."
No, I don't think it is at all. I should
give him just what I 'd give anybody--
any other friend."
I would give him the money, Robin,
A Sad Birthday.
and let him select something to please
himself," his mother advised; but Robin
shook his head decidedly, and asked, -
Why did n't you give the money to
Lieutenant Hall, and let him select kis
Mrs. Clancy laughed at this, and the
captain threw in the suggestion that
Robin should buy a bag of tobacco, as a
gift Doogan would be likely to appreciate.
I think he might like a pipe, perhaps,"
said his mother. Would you like to
give him that, Robin ? "
But this proposal, with its patronizing
assumption of Doogan's want of taste
for the niceties of life, much displeased
Robin, who waved it away in silent scorn,
and sat looking so significantly at the
handkerchief-case that it was an easy
matter for his mother to read his thought.
Do you think it would make a suit-
able present for him ? she said merrily,
holding up her dainty work, while his
father roared, and Robin, too, joined in
He laughed, however, merely because
the others laughed, and not at all because
he appreciated the joke. He thought
the handkerchief-case none too fine for
his friend, and his mind was not to be
shaken by sarcasm.
You promised me one, mother," he
said earnestly, and I shall take it for
Doogan. I mean to pay for all the
things, though, myself, with the dollar
father gave me for not making a row
when the doctor examined my back. I
shall have it made of white satin, with
rosebuds embroidered on it like this one,
white lace round the edge, and pink bows
in the corners, and plenty of the smelly
A Sad Birthday.
They laughed again, and the captain
said there ought to be a Shakspearian
quotation somewhere, as Doogan was,
no doubt, a lover of poetry; to which
jest Robin replied stanchly that Doogan
liked poetry as well as anybody.
Perseverance met with its just reward,
and the day before Doogan's birthday,
such a handkerchief-case as Robin had
described was wrapped up by him, with
a card inside bearing his name and good
wishes. It was a delicate, dainty thing,
" jest fit to give to a bride," as Susannah
said, with a disapproving sniff. Even
Susannah had contributed to the celebra-
tion of Doogan's birthday, having been
wheedled into making for him a birthday
I've no doubt he '11 know what to do
with this," she said, as she brought the
cake in on a plate for Robin's pleased