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when he glanced out for just
one moment and called his orderly. The soldier sprang up, saluted,
received his message, and, with every eye following him, sped off
towards the old stone guard-house. In three minutes he was on his way
back, accompanied by a corporal and private of the guard in full dress
uniform.
"That's Leary,--the man who fired the shot," said Captain Wilton to his
senior lieutenant, who stood by his side.
"Belongs to B Company, doesn't he?" queried the subaltern. "Seems to
me I have heard Captain Armitage say he was one of his best men."
"Yes. He's been in the regiment as long as I can remember. What on
earth can the colonel want him for? Near as I can learn, he only fired by
Chester's order."
"And neither of them knows what he fired at."
It was perhaps ten minutes more before Private Leary came forth from
the door-way of the colonel's office, nodded to the corporal, and,
raising their white-gloved hands in salute to the group of officers, the
two men tossed their rifles to the right shoulder and strode back to the
guard.
Another moment, and the colonel himself opened his door and
appeared in the hall-way. He stopped abruptly, turned back and spoke a
few words in low tone, then hurried through the groups at the entrance,
looking at no man, avoiding their glances, and giving faint and
impatient return to the soldierly salutations that greeted him. The sweat
was beaded on his forehead; his lips were white, and his face full of a
trouble and dismay no man had ever seen there before. He spoke to no
one, but walked rapidly homeward, entered, and closed the gate and
door behind him.

For a moment there was silence in the group. Few men in the service
were better loved and honored than the veteran soldier who
commanded the ----th Infantry; and it was with genuine concern that his
officers saw him so deeply and painfully affected,--for affected he
certainly was. Never before had his cheery voice denied them a cordial
"Good-morning, gentlemen." Never before had his blue eyes flinched.
He had been their comrade and commander in years of frontier service,
and his bachelor home had been the rendezvous of all genial spirits
when in garrison. They had missed him sorely when he went abroad on
long leave the previous year, and were almost indignant when they
received the news that he had met his fate in Italy and would return
married. "She" was the widow of a wealthy New-Yorker who had been
dead some three years only, and, though over forty, did not look her
years to masculine eyes when she reached the fort in May. After
knowing her a week, the garrison had decided to a man that the colonel
had done wisely. Mrs. Maynard was charming, courteous, handsome,
and accomplished. Only among the women were there still a few who
resented their colonel's capture; and some of these, oblivious of the fact
that they had tempted him with relations of their own, were sententious
and severe in their condemnation of second marriage; for the colonel,
too, was indulging in a second experiment. Of his first, only one man in
the regiment, besides the commander, could tell anything; and he, to
the just indignation of almost everybody, would not discuss the subject.
It was rumored that in the old days when Maynard was senior captain
and Chester junior subaltern in their former regiment the two had very
little in common. It was known that the first Mrs. Maynard, while still
young and beautiful, had died abroad. It was hinted that the resignation
of a dashing lieutenant of the regiment, which was synchronous with
her departure for foreign shores, was demanded by his brother officers;
but it was useless asking Captain Chester. He could not tell;
and--wasn't it odd?--here was Chester again, the only man in the
colonel's confidence in an hour of evident trouble.
"By Jove! what's gone wrong with the chief?" was the first exclamation
from one of the older officers. "I never saw him look so broken."
As no explanation suggested itself, they began edging in towards the

office. The door stood open; a hand-bell banged; a clerk darted in from
the sergeant-major's rooms, and Captain Chester was revealed seated at
the colonel's desk. This in itself was sufficient to induce several officers
to stroll in and look inquiringly around. Captain Chester, merely
nodding, went on with some writing at which he was engaged.
After a moment's awkward silence and uneasy glancing at one another,
the party seemed to arrive at the conclusion that it was time to speak.
The band had ceased, and the new guard had marched away behind its
pealing bugles. Lieutenant Hall winked at his comrades,