The colonel's daughter

The sergeant-major clips his words as close as his cropped hair and uses no superfluities. Having said so much he waits, mutely “standing attention,” for his superior’s next rem...

Big with importance was Mrs. Captain Raymond when the mail from Prescott finally came in on this hot September evening and there was placed in her hands a letter from no less a...

Perched aloft in the very summit of a glorious mountain range, yet nestling in the shelter of pine-covered heights sweeping in circle around it, watered by the purest and coldes...

The ball was at its height. The well-waxed floor, on which the post quartermaster had lavished his finest boarding, and enthusiastic bachelor officers hours of individual superv...

Twenty miles up the valley above Camp Sandy lay the agency of the Indian reservation, and for some time previous to the date on which our story opens a young cavalry officer of...

Meantime there had been the mischief to pay at Sandy. Captain Canker, as we have seen, was irate at the defeat of his little scheme for the “discipline” of his subordinates. It...

When Lady Pelham descended upon the household the day after the ball, the sight which met her eyes in the general’s parlor was not one to add either to her placidity or her ordi...

Notwithstanding his prophecy that Canker and the boys would whip the renegades back into the reservation in two or three days, the general determined to go down to Sandy and tak...

“She is no more engaged to him than I am, Jack Truscott, and you may take my word for it. More than that, it is my belief she has no interest in him whatever,—never has had, and...

For two or three days previous Mr. Truscott had seen little or nothing of Grace Pelham. He had been stunned by the angry words that both he and the general’s wife had overheard...

Soon after guard-mounting on the following morning, Arthur Glenham, faultlessly attired, cantered down officers’ row to Colonel Pelham’s quarters, dismounted and gave his horse...

Meantime, the colonel and Truscott remained at their desks in the office, the former occasionally addressing some question to his silent subordinate, and then going on in his me...

Pending the arrival of Mr. Glenham, for whom her ladyship had sent her messenger, she took a seat upon the piazza. The evening air was chilly, and she wrapped her mantle closely...

That Mrs. Pelham should fail to put in an appearance at the breakfast-table on the morning succeeding her tirade at the expense of Mr. Ray was a circumstance neither to be unexp...

“I am very sorry you will not stay and lunch with us,” Pelham was saying, “but I understand well enough that you will want every moment of your time. I shall be out to see you o...

When Mr. Truscott appeared at breakfast on the following morning he was surprised at the extremely cold manner in which Mr. Hunter returned his salutation. Glenham he had not se...

Down in a deep valley close under the frowning cliffs of the Mogollon range a cavalry detachment has gone into bivouac. The setting sun flashes upon tree-top and rocky spur abov...

Four days afterward, at even an earlier hour, just as the first trembling of the willows along the stream announced the stir of the morning breeze, two troopers forded the Sandy...

That was a wretched night at Sandy. Accustomed as the regiment had been to battle, and murder, and sudden death, there was something indescribably mournful in the circumstances...

On the following morning the preparations for Captain Tanner’s funeral were complete. There had been a decided halt for a few moments when it came to the selection of the pall-b...

Three days more, and an odd change had come over the spirit of Camp Sandy’s dreams. In the first place, all the ladies in the garrison had been to call at Mrs. Tanner’s, if only...

And now the winter is gone, the glad spring-time has come, the voice of the turtle would doubtless be heard in the land if that sort of melody were in vogue in these days of sce...