Trooper Tales — page 263: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Soldier and a Man. 247 his money—his name . . . The great, dark eyes of the red maiden were stretched wide apart, and the prayer was still in them! : Trooper Arden seemed very weary. He was not to blame because his nature could do nothing but pity now. He had not meant to trifle with Eulalie. He knew the human harshness of that—ah, so well he knew it! But he had kissed the little red maiden. It was only one of the mistakes of which his life was made. He sighed, for he was very weary. He asked a trooper near him for a cigarette, because Eulalie was holding fast to the one hand which he could use. He was glad that he could even pity! And this was the man whom a woman of the Northland had called Palto, and sent away to be a soldier. On a night not long afterward Eulalie, the little red maiden, was seen passing by the cavalry quarters at Ciales. Mad Marie was wailing mournfully in the street, — and her child was silent in her arms. In one of the squad- rooms Corporal Carey was telling the other troopers what a great fellow Trooper Arden had been. Eulalie 3 passed by a group of senoritas in the plaza. They no longer called her nameless. Down at the stables Palto, the unkillable, whinnied a greeting to the little red maiden as she approached, and he held his head very still when Eulalie buried her face in his mane. Taps sounded up in the quarters, and still the form stood close to the white face of the troop horse. After the stable guard was relieved at midnight, Eulalie GoOmicsookszecom