A Soldier's Trial: An Episode of the Canteen CrusadeKing, Charles
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A Soldier's Trial: An Episode of the Canteen Crusade
King, Charles
United States. Army -- Military life -- Fiction
basilisk eyes in the galleries, and the bill went to the President and
became at once a law, it is safe to say that, for one memorable day,
Miss Sanford not unwarrantably looked upon herself as of infinitely more
consequence than the commanding officer.
Then, in the midst of the amaze and bewilderment that fell upon the
fort, came sensation. Colonel Stone sent for Sandy Ray, nodded
"withdraw" to his adjutant, who closed the door behind him, and then
looked up with somber eyes at the pale-faced young fellow before him.
"Your occupation's gone, Sandy," said he sorrowfully. "They've pulled
from under us the best prop to order and discipline that ever we had. It
hasn't been a square deal. They won by methods we couldn't hope to meet,
and,"--drawing forth certain newspaper clippings,--"here are specimens.
For your father's sake, I liked you before I grew to like you for your
own; but if your father himself were here, and head of the house instead
of yourself, I'd have to hold him to account as I must hold you.
Read--that."
And Sandy, turning paler still, and quivering with mingled wrath and
shame, stood and read somewhat as follows:
At Fort Minneconjou the situation is even worse. We have it from
indisputable authority that, so far from seeking to check the evil
among their men, officers of the highest rank freely mingle with
them at the garrison saloon, and urge and incite them to drink. Is
it to be wondered at, therefore, that the sickening scenes depicted
by our correspondent are of almost daily occurrence?--that young
lads, fresh from the pure influences of peaceful homes, the
mother's blessing still echoing in their ears, the mother's kiss
still warm upon their brows, are forced to witness such revolting
crimes, to hear such ribald oaths, and gradually, through the
example of officers seeking doubtless to increase the revenue
derived from the sale of the vile poisons they purchase at
wholesale from equally vile distillers, and in the hope of winning
the favor of these all-powerful superiors, to forget the teachings
of home, the prayers of parents and kindred, and to yield to the
tempter and become in turn slaves of the soul-destroying habit,
helpless victims of rum? How long, O Lord, how long will the
representatives of a free and enlightened people continue to
sanction such infamy?
"That's one of a dozen editorials," said the colonel. "What most
concerns us is the one of a dozen letters on which it is based. Now,
look at this." And Sandy read.
FORT MINNECONJOU, S. D., _May 30, 19--_.
EDITOR BANNER OF LIGHT:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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