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Read Ebook: How to Use and Enjoy Your New Frigidaire Refrigerator by General Motors Corporation Frigidaire Division
Font size: Background color: Text color: Add to tbrJar First Page Next PageEbook has 164 lines and 10400 words, and 4 pagesFORESHADOWED EVENTS, ABSENT FROM DUTY, A NIGHT ENCOUNTER, THE SIGN OF THE BAR SHOE, A GRAVE DISCOVERY, FIRST SIGHT OF THE FOE, BLOOD WILL TELL, MORE STRANGE DISCOVERIES, BAD NEWS FROM THE FRONT, "I'LL NEVER GO BACK," A FIGHT WITH A FURY, THE ORDEAL BY FIRE, WOUNDED--BODY AND SOUL, A VANISHED HEROINE, A WOMAN'S PLOT, NIGHT PROWLING AT FRAYNE, A RIFLED DESK, BURGLARY AT BLAKE'S, A SLAP FOR THE MAJOR, THE SIOUX SURROUNDED, THANKSGIVING AT FRAYNE, BEHIND THE BARS, A SOLDIER ENTANGLED, THE DEATH SONG OF THE SIOUX, FRONTISPIECE "THE MAJOR SOUGHT TO BLOCK THAT MORNING'S RIDE IN VAIN" RAY'S TROOP "THE SOLDIER LEAPED FROM HIS SADDLE" "WITH ONE MAGNIFICENT RED ARM UPLIFTED" "SOME FEW OF THEIR NUMBER BORNE AWAY BY THEIR COMRADES" "CHARGE WITH ME THE MOMENT THE LEADERS YELL" "HUSH! SHE'S COMING"--SHE WAS THERE A DAUGHTER OF THE SIOUX FORESHADOWED EVENTS The major commanding looked up from the morning report and surveyed the post adjutant with something of perturbation, if not annoyance, in his grim, gray eyes. For the fourth time that week had Lieutenant Field requested permission to be absent for several hours. The major knew just why the junior wished to go and where. The major knew just why he wished him not to go, but saw fit to name almost any other than the real reason when, with a certain awkward hesitancy he began: "W--ell, is the post return ready?" "You know they sent it back for correction last month," hazarded the commander. "And you know, sir, the error was not mine," was the instant rejoinder, so quick, sharp and positive as to carry it at a bound to the verge of disrespect, and the keen, blue eyes of the young soldier gazed, frank and fearless, into the heavily ambushed grays of the veteran in the chair. It made the latter wince and stir uneasily. "If there's one thing I hate, Field, it is to have my papers sent back by some whipsnapper of a clerk, inviting attention to this or that error, and I expect my adjutant to see to it that they don't." "Your adjutant does see to it, sir. I'm willing to bet a month's pay fewer errors have been found in the papers of Fort Frayne than any post in the Department of the Platte. General Williams told you as much when you were in Omaha." The major fairly wriggled in his cane-bottomed whirligig. What young Field said was true, and the major knew it. He knew, moreover, there wasn't a more painstaking post adjutant from the Missouri to the mountains. He knew their monthly reports--"returns" as the regulations call them--were referred to by a model adjutant general as model papers. He knew it was due to young Field's care and attention, and he knew he thought all the world of that young gentleman. It was just because he thought so much of him he was beginning to feel that it was high time to put a stop to something that was going on. But, it was a delicate matter; a woman was the matter; and he hadn't the moral courage to go at it the straightforward way. He "whip sawed" again. Thrumming on the desk with his lean, bony fingers he began:-- "If I let my adjutant out so much, what's to prevent other youngsters asking similar indulgence?" The answer came like the crack of a whip:-- "Nothing, sir; and far better would it be for everybody concerned if they spent more hours in the saddle and fewer at the store." And though his favorite comrades at the post were captains like Blake and Billy Ray, married men both whose wives he worshipped, the major's rugged heart went out especially to Beverly Field, his boy adjutant, a lad who came to them from West Point only three years before the autumn this story opens, a young fellow full of high health, pluck and principle--a tip top soldier, said everybody from the start, until, as Gregg and other growlers began to declaim, the major completely spoiled him. Here, three years only out of military leadingstrings, he was a young cock of the walk, "too dam' independent for a second lieutenant," said the officers' club element of the command, men like Gregg, Wilkins, Crane and a few of their following. "The keenest young trooper in the regiment," said Blake and Ray, who were among its keenest captains, and never a cloud had sailed across the serene sky of their friendship and esteem until this glorious September of 188-, when Nanette Flower, a brilliant, beautiful brunette came a visitor to old Fort Frayne. And it was on her account the major would, could he have seen the way, said no to the adjutant's request to be absent again. On her account and that of one other, for that request meant another long morning in saddle with Miss Flower, another long morning in which "the sweetest girl in the garrison," so said they all, would go about her daily duties with an aching heart. There was no woman at Fort Frayne who did not know that Esther Dade thought all the world of Beverly Field. There was only one man who apparently had no inkling of it--Beverly Field himself. Rubber Door Seal Use water or Frigidaire Nu-Coat. STRAWBERRY MERINGUE CAKE Add salt to egg whites and whip until foamy. Add cream of tartar, and continue beating until they hold a point. Fold in sugar gradually. Add lemon extract. Pour into shallow loaf pan lined with wax paper. Bake in slow oven for 45 to 50 minutes. Lift from pan onto cake rack and cool. Cut into servings. Serve with fresh strawberries topped with whipped cream, garnish with berries. Fresh peaches, or tart fruit, can be used. Add to tbrJar First Page Next Page |
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