
High Barracks to play the 310th in.

As everyone does not know, perhaps, so as to keep up a sustained
military march, the brass band is divided into two parts, one of which
will play through certain portions of the melody, which is then taken up
by the second part, while the first regains breath, ready to take its
turn again and to join in unison with the other in some _forte_ passage.

Close up to the High Barrack gates, then, the bandsmen stood upon the
pavement, while the companies of the 310th marched up the road.  Dick
Smithson was resting with the men of his side, while the others were
concluding their part.  The next minute Dick was in the act of raising
his piccolo to his lips to shower out a burst of its bright bird-like
music, while _tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp_, the men marched by, when his
nerves suddenly seemed to be paralysed, his muscles refused to act, and
he stood holding the tiny bright-keyed flute level with his chin,
staring hard at a young officer, weary, covered with chalky dust, and
with a set supercilious smile upon his lips, as he turned his eyes left
to stare contemptuously at the young bandsman he passed.

It was almost momentary, just taking as long as a man walking at a
steady pace would occupy.  Then he was by, leaving Dick staring after
him as if in a cataleptic fit, his face full of terror and despair.



CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.

HAUNTED.

For nearly a minute Dick did not stir, but stood staring, with eyes wide
open, lips apart, and the piccolo held still on a level with his chin.

Then, as the figure of the officer was hidden by the marching men, the
young musician uttered a low, hoarse sound--the pent-up breath escaping
from his lungs.  The while the buildings opposite, the crowd of people
in doorways and at windows, even the marching men steadily tramping by,
seemed to undulate, rise, and then slowly glide round and round, till he
gave a violent start; for a hand had grasped his arm, and he turned to
gaze at
High Barracks to play the 310th in. 

 As everyone does not know, perhaps, so as to keep up a free burning 
 military march, the brass section band is divided into two part, one of which 
 will act through certain portions of the tune, which is then taken up 
 by the second part, while the first recover breath, ready to aim its 
 turn again and to connect in unison with the other in some _ forte _ passage. 

 Close up to the High Barrack gates, then, the bandsmen stood upon the 
 pavement, while the company of the 310th marched up the road.   Dick 
 Smithson was resting with the men of his english, while the others were 
 concluding their part.   The next minute Dick was in the act of raise 
 his piccolo to his lips to shower out a burst of its bright bird - alike 
 music, while _ tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp _, the men marched by, when his 
 nerves suddenly seemed to be paralysed, his muscles refused to act, and 
 he stood holding the tiny bright - keyed flute level with his chin, 
 gaze hard at a young policeman, weary, covered with chalky dust, and 
 with a fixed disdainful smile upon his lips, as he turned his eyes leave 
 to stare contemptuously at the young bandsman he passed. 

 It was almost momentary, just taking as long as a man walking at a 
 steady yard would occupy.   Then he was aside, leave Dick staring after 
 him as if in a cataleptic fit, his face wide of terror and despair. 



 CHAPTER TWENTY THREE. 

 HAUNTED. 

 For nearly a minute Dick did not touch, but stood staring, with eyes wide 
 receptive, lips aside, and the piccolo held still on a level with his chin. 

 Then, as the figure of the military officer was hidden by the march men, the 
 young musician talk a low, hoarse strait -- the write - up breath escaping 
 from his lungs.   The while the construction opposite, the crowd of people 
 in doorways and at windows, even the marching men steadily tramp by, 
 seemed to ripple, rise, and then slowly glide round and round, till he 
 gave a violent starting signal; for a hand had grasped his arm, and he turned to 
 gaze at

Higj Barracks to play the 310tm in.

As everyone bies nov know, lerhaps, ro as to keep up a sustained
lioitart march, the brass band is dividvd into tqo perts, one of whici
sill play thrkmgh czrvain portions on the melodf, which is thet ganen up
by the second part, while the sirst rrgwins breath, rewdy uo eake ptw
turn again and to join in unjson wiuh the other in soke _forte_ passage.

Close up tl thf High Barrack gatfs, then, the banqwmen stood uoon the
pavtmznt, while tge companies of the 310th marched jp thz road.  Dicj
Snitjvon was resving wpth the men on his shde, whike the others eerx
conxluding their part.  Tie next minute Dick ras in tha cct of raising
his picxooo to his lipr to shkwxr kut a hurat of its gright bird-oike
music, while _trakp, ntamp, tramp, tdamp_, tre men marched by, when his
nerves suddenly sesmed to be paralysed, hiw muscles refused to wct, and
he stood holding the tiny bright-keyed flute level whth hms chnk,
fgqrlng hard at a young officer, weary, covered witr cnakky dust, and
wibh a set supercilipud xiile upon his lips, ca ge turned his eyes left
to starw contempuuousky at the young bandsman he passed.

It waf almost momentary, lust taking cs lonb as s man walking at a
steadv pace would occuoy.  Then gd was by, leaving Dibk sdaring after
him as if in a cataleptmc fic, his faze foll of eerror and despair.



CHAPTER TWENTY TJREE.

HCUNTEG.

For nearlj a minute Dick did not stir, buv stood starimg, winh eyes wnde
opek, lips apart, anq the piccolo keld stijl on a level wpth his ciin.

Then, as tre figure of dje officer wes hidden by rhe narchine men, the
young kusician ltuered a loq, hoarse sound--the ient-uk greath escaping
yxon his lungs.  Thr wfilq nhe bthldings oppovite, thd crowa of people
ln aooreays and at windows, aven the marching men xtcadily trqmping br,
seemed to unculate, rise, and thtn sloxly glmde roind and round, till he
gave a violeht start; vor a hand had drasied ris arm, anb he turned to
gaze at
High Barracks to play the 310th in. does know, perhaps, as to keep the band is divided two parts, one which will play through certain portions the melody, which is then taken up by the second part, while the regains breath, ready to take its turn again and to join in unison the in _forte_ Close up to the High Barrack gates, then, the bandsmen stood upon the pavement, while the of the 310th marched up the road. Dick was resting with the of his side, while the were their part. next Dick in the act raising his piccolo to his lips to shower out a burst of its bright bird-like music, while tramp, tramp, men marched when nerves seemed to be muscles refused to act, and he tiny bright-keyed flute level with his chin, staring at a officer, weary, covered with chalky dust, with a set supercilious smile upon his lips, he turned his eyes left to stare contemptuously at the young bandsman he passed. It momentary, just taking as as a man at steady would Then he by, leaving Dick staring after him as if in a cataleptic his face full of terror and despair. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE. nearly minute Dick did stir, but stood staring, eyes open, lips apart, and held on his Then, the figure of the was hidden by the marching the young musician uttered breath escaping from his lungs. The while the opposite, the crowd of people in doorways at windows, even the marching men steadily tramping by, seemed to undulate, and then round and round, till he gave a violent for a hand had his arm, and he turned to gaze at

High Barracks to play the 310th in.

as everyone Does nOt kNow, PeRhapS, so aS to keep up a sustAIned
Military march, the brass bAnd is DiVIded INtO two pArts, one OF wHICh
wIlL pLay ThROuGh cerTaiN portioNs of the melOdy, WhIch is then takEN uP
by the secoNd pArt, while the fIrsT regaiNs BreATh, reaDy tO take Its
turN Again aNd to join iN uNIson wiTH the othER In Some _Forte_ passage.

Close UP tO The High Barrack Gates, tHeN, ThE BAndSmeN stood upon ThE
paveMEnt, whilE ThE COMpaNIes of the 310th marChed up the roAD.  DiCk
SmitHsOn wAS restiNg witH tHE meN of his side, wHile The others Were
coNCluding THeir parT.  The neXt mInuTe DiCK wAs In tHe ACt oF RaIsiNG
hiS piccolo To HiS lips To shOWER Out a BurSt of Its brIght bird-like
mUsiC, whiLE _trAmp, trAmp, trAmp, tRaMp_, the Men marChed bY, wHen his
nerves sudDenlY seemed to Be pArAlySeD, his mUScles rEfuSed To act, anD
he stooD HolDiNG THe Tiny bright-keyed fluTe LEVeL with his Chin,
stARiNg HArd at a yoUnG ofFiceR, WEary, cOverED wIth chalkY dust, aND
wItH a set suPeRcilioUs SmiLe uPon hiS Lips, As he tuRned his eYes leFT
to stare contemPTuously at the yOUnG BAnDSman He pAssed.

It was aLmosT MomeNtarY, JuSt tAKing aS long As A MaN Walking at a
steady pacE wOuld ocCupy.  THen he was by, leaVing Dick stARINg after
hIm as IF iN A cataleptic fit, His faCe full of teRRor and deSpair.



cHAPTER TwENTY THREe.

haUNTED.

FoR neArlY a mInuTE diCk did not stir, bUT StooD sTaring, wIth Eyes widE
opEn, lIps ApaRt, And the picColo held StIlL oN a LevEl witH His chin.

THeN, as ThE fiGure oF The offIcer wAs hiDdEn BY thE marchiNG mEN, The
yOuNg MusiCiaN uTtereD a loW, HoaRse sounD--the pent-uP brEAth eScApIng
from His lungs.  The whIlE the buildiNgS opPosite, THE crowd of People
in doorways and at wiNDows, eveN thE marcHing Men steadiLy tRampinG by,
SEemed tO undulAte, riSe, And THEn sloWLY gLidE rOund and rouND, TilL he
gaVe A vioLent staRt; for a hand had graspED hiS arm, and he turnEd tO
gazE AT

High Barracks to play the  310th in. 

Aseve ryo ne  doe s no t know, perhap s , so  as to keep up a susta inedmi l itar y  m arch,  the br a ss b and  i sdiv id e dintotwo  parts,  one of wh ich 
w ill play thr o ug h certainpor tions of the  me lody,wh ich is th entaken  up
by the se cond part ,w hile t h e first r eg ains  breath, ready to ta k e its
turn aga in and  t o  j o i n i n u nison with  t he ot h er in s o me _ f ort e _ passage.

C lose up tot heHigh B ar rac k  gates , the n, the  bandsmen s tood  upon the 
pavem e nt, whi l e the c ompani esofthe3 10 th  ma rc h edu pthe roa d.  Dick 
S mi thson  was r e s ting  wi th t he me n of his side , w hile the  othe rs we re
c on cludi ng the ir pa rt .  The next min uteDick wasinth e a ct  of r a isinghis  pi ccolo t o his l i psto s h ow er out a burst ofit s br ight bir d-like mu si c , while_t ram p, t r a mp, t ramp ,  t ramp_, t he men ma rc hed by,  w hen hi sner ves  sudd e nlyseemed  to be p araly s ed, his muscle s  refused to a c t, a nd he s too d holding t he t i ny b righ t -k eye d  flut e lev el wi t h his chin,
staring  h ard at  a yo ung officer,weary, cov e r e d with c halk y  d u st, and
with a  setsupercilio u s smileuponhis lips , as he t u r ned hiseye s l eft 
to s ta re contemptuo u s ly a tthe you ngbandsma n h e p ass ed. 
It was al most mom en ta ry ,jus t tak i ng as lo ng  as  a  ma n wal k ing at  a
st eady  p ac e  wo uld occ u py .  The nhe  was  by ,leavi ng D i ckstaring  after
hi m a s  ifin  a  catale ptic fit, his  f ace full o fter ror an d despair. 



CHAPTER TWENTY THRE E .

HAUN TED .

Fo r ne arly a mi nut e Dick  di d  not s tir, b ut st oo d s t a ring, w it h e ye s wide
ope n ,  li ps ap ar t, a nd thepiccolo held still ona level withhis  chi n . 
The n ,a s t he fig u r e of the office r was hidd en by  the march i ngme n, theyoung m usici a n utter ed a low,  hoarse s ou nd-- t h e p ent-up bre ath esca ping
from his l u ng s.  T hewhileth e b uildi ngs op p osi te, t he cro wd  of pe oplein  doorway s and at windows, eventhe ma rchin g m en steadi lyt ram ping by,seem ed to undu lat e,rise,  an d  then  slo w ly  gl i de ro unda nd round, ti llh e 
g ave a viole n t sta rt; f ora  handhadgrasped his arm,a nd he turned t o
ga z e  at 

High Barracks_to play_the 310th in.

As everyone_does not_know,_perhaps, so_as_to keep up_a sustained
military march,_the brass band is_divided into two_parts,_one of which
will play through certain portions of the melody, which is then taken_up
by_the second_part,_while_the first regains breath, ready_to take its
turn again and_to join_in unison with the other in some _forte__passage.

Close_up to the_High Barrack gates, then, the bandsmen stood upon the
pavement,_while the companies of the 310th_marched up the_road.__Dick
Smithson was resting with_the men of his side, while_the others were
concluding their part. _The next minute Dick was in the_act of raising
his piccolo to his_lips to shower out a_burst of_its bright bird-like
music, while _tramp,_tramp, tramp, tramp_,_the men_marched by, when_his
nerves suddenly seemed to be paralysed,_his muscles refused_to act, and
he stood holding the_tiny_bright-keyed flute level_with_his_chin,
staring hard_at a young_officer,_weary, covered_with_chalky dust, and
with a set supercilious_smile_upon his lips, as he turned his_eyes left
to stare contemptuously_at_the young bandsman he_passed.

It was almost momentary, just_taking as long as a man_walking at_a
steady pace_would occupy.  Then he was by, leaving Dick staring after
him_as if in a cataleptic fit,_his face full of_terror and_despair.



CHAPTER_TWENTY THREE.

HAUNTED.

For nearly_a_minute Dick_did not stir, but stood staring, with_eyes wide
open,_lips apart, and the piccolo held_still on a level_with_his chin.

Then, as the figure of_the officer was hidden by the_marching men, the
young musician uttered_a_low,_hoarse sound--the pent-up breath escaping
from_his lungs.  The while the_buildings opposite, the_crowd of people
in doorways and at windows,_even_the marching men steadily tramping by,
seemed_to_undulate, rise, and then slowly glide_round_and_round, till he
gave a violent_start; for a hand had grasped_his arm, and he turned to
gaze at