But Faye
will undoubtedly have his captaincy by the expiration of the four
years, and the anticipation of that is comforting. It is the feeling
of loneliness I mind here--of being lost and no one to search for me.
I miss the cheery garrison life--the delightful rides, and it may
sound funny, but I miss also the little church choir that finally
became a joy to me. Sergeant Graves is now leader of the regimental
band at Fort Snelling, and Matijicek is in New York, a member of the
Damrosch orchestra. It is still something to wonder over that I should
have been on a street car that carried me to a circus parade at the
precise time the Review March was being played! It seems quite as
marvelous as my having been seated at a supper table in a far-away
ranch in Montana, the very night a number of horse breakers were
there, also at the table, and one of them "put up" Rollo and me to his
friends. I shall never forget how queer I felt when I heard myself
discussed by perfect strangers in my very presence--not one of whom
knew in the least who I was. It made me think that perhaps I was
shadowy--invisible--although to myself I did not feel at all that way.
Faye wrote to Mr. Ames about Rollo, thinking that possibly he might
buy him back, but Mr. Ames wrote in reply that Rollo had already been
sold, because Mrs. Ames had found it impossible to manage him.
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