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The Deserter by Charles King
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"And that's what I thought," said Miss Travers, with a quiet smile.
"However, he had no time then: he was hurrying off to see whether any of
the soldiers had come on board. He took his flask with him, and
apparently was in haste to offer someone a drink. I'm sure that is what
papa used to do," she added, as she saw a frown gathering on her
sister's face.

"What papa did just after the war--a time when everybody drank--is not
at all the proper thing now. Captain Rayner never touches it; and I
don't allow it in the house."

"Still, I should think it a very useful article when a lot of frozen and
exhausted men are on one's hands," said Miss Travers. "That was but a
small flask he had, and I'm sure they will need more."

There came a rush of cold air from the front, and the swinging door blew
open ahead of the porter, who was heard banging shut the outer portal.
Then he hurried in.

"Can some of you gentlemen oblige me with some whiskey or brandy?" he
asked. "We've got some frozen soldiers aboard. Two of 'em are pretty
nearly gone."

Two of the card-players dropped their hands and started for their
section at once. Before they could rummage in their bags for the
required article, Mrs. Rayner's voice was heard: "Take this, porter."
And she held forth a little silver flask. "I have more in my trunk if it
is needed," she added, while a blush mounted to her forehead as she saw
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