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Show Why He Remained. When the otlicer of the day entered the guardroom he found it empty, gave for a private, who, airily attired In his shirtsleeves, lounged on a chair, puffing a short clay pipe. "Where's the sergeant of the guard," demanded the officer angrily. "Gone across to the mess to have a drink, sir," replied the private, saluting salut-ing smartly. "And the sentries?" "In the canteen, sir." "Then, confound it, what are you doing here?" "Me, sir?" was the calm reply. "I'm the prisoner!" |