pt to be; but, though at school and in
the "all-round" sports of boyhood Jim mingled with them unreservedly,
the father had made it his business to know most of them well before he
brought Jim to take his initiation among them. There were some few whose
homes Jim was cautioned not to visit. There were some whom, even on
rainy days when the railway was in successful operation all over the
second story, Jim was not permitted to invite to join his
fellow-operatives. A few carping critics there were who thought such
indulgence would be sure to spoil any boy, but, under his father's eye
and guided by his father's hand, Jim worked and studied quite as
steadily as he played. The staff of the little army household was made
up mainly of former trooper Hentzler and his buxom wife, Hentzler being
butler, steward, and valet, Frau Hentzler cook and housemaid. Mrs.
Feeny, of the troop, was their laundress, and Trooper Mehl "boots,"
striker and groom. But it was Dwight himself who roused his boy for his
morning bath and exercise, who sat with him through his study hour, saw
him off to school; walked, rode, drove, sometimes shot and fished with
him, going for the purpose far up the Smoky Hill. It was Dwight who read
with him after their evening tea and who finally knelt with him night
after night before he tucked the little fellow into his white bed,
imploring God's guidance for himself, God's blessing for his boy.

And so never again had they been separated, Dwight and his boy, until
the squadron sailed for Manila and little Jim, refusing to be comforted,
had been left with his mother's kindred until matters should shape
themselves in the Philippines. But the shaping process that might have
been a matter only of months, had the army found no other enemy than the
insurgents and their climate, proved long and costly in life, limb, and
treasure, thanks to the aid and comfort given that enemy by our
fellow-men at home. Dwight had led his squadron through a campaign
fierce in its occasional fighting, but well-nigh fatal through hardship
and heat prostration to many besides himself. Dwight had had to turn
over his command to Captain Gridley, his next in rank, and go to the sea
and Corregidor for rest and recuperation. What good effects might have
been obtained were offset by the court-martial of an officer whose mind,
it was believed, had been affected by sunstroke, yet Captain Dwight was
compelled to appear and remain some time in Manila to