Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
[3] "Mr. President, and you, my Lord: Do not be astonished to
hear me reply in the language you have employed. I recognize as
an accomplished fact that which was prognosticated a great many
years ago: that the time would come when all civilized nations
would employ a universal language. Believing that that day
was not far off, I studied this language, and to-day see the
advantage of it."
An expression of astonishment overspread the faces of the other two
gentlemen, and the President exclaimed, gleefully:
"Good enough, Cobb! There's one thing of the past equal to the present."
The others claiming attention, no more was said, and the throng of
visitors met, were introduced to and passed the President and Junius
Cobb.
A little later a party of officers were talking to Cobb near the grand
stairway. Speculation was rife as to what his position in the army
would be, knowing that he had been dropped for desertion years ago. The
discussion was animated, though Cobb himself took no active part in it.
"Ah! Cobb, my boy," and a tall young man, in the full regimentals of a
captain in the Second Cavalry--Cobb's old regiment--came forward and
familiarly slapped him on the shoulder:
"I have been looking for you. Hugh informs me that you will undoubtedly
be restored to your rank in the army; in fact, he says that they can't
help giving you your commission again."
"Ah!" from Cobb, as he looked the other in the face.
"Yes," smiling. "And you will be my lieutenant, for I command your old
troop of the Second. You will be a böd seledik (rare bird) to us in the
Second, and, as I am ordered to join my regiment on the 10th of next
month, I intend applying to have you ordered back with me."
Several smiled at the young captain's cool impudence, but Cobb simply
bowed in recognition of the other's desire for his company to his
regiment.
Captain Hathaway, of the Second Cavalry, was twenty-eight years of age,
tall in stature, slight in build, and wearing a little, light mustache.
With a glass in his eye, and a voice which sounded low and sweet, he
was, with all his known cool impudence, a right clever fellow. But he
had taken a dislike to Junius Cobb--and why?
"Yes, Mr. Cobb," taking up the army style of address to lieutenants,
"I fear you will have to give up your good times here and join me. Of
course they cannot refuse my request," with a new adjustment of his
eyeglass.
"Mr. Hathaway--"
"_Captain_, sir; Captain Hathaway. You forget you are addressing your
troop commander;" with dignity.
A flush overspread Cobb's face, and he bit his lip to keep from
replying in hot terms to this uncalled-for insolence.
"Captain Hathaway, you will join your regiment before the 10th, and I
will not be with you. Good morning." He turned on his heel and moved
toward a group near the President.
With a laugh at the blank and crushed expression of the young Captain,
the others sauntered away.
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