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SONQ BIRDS.
Sing, little bird, your sweetest song.
And let each note, throat-warm and
clear,
Float on the breezes far and long.
To charm the listening ear.
The trill that swells your vibrant throat.
And fills your little heart, with glee.
Finds in my breast an answering note
Akin to eustacy.
And blended with your tender lay
Comes the soft murmur of the stream,
Like wind-harps in the boughs that play
Sleep-music to a dream.
Lute-like it lingers on the breeze.
Then slowly fades, and, fading, dies.
Like spirit voices in the trees,
Half laughter ami halt' sighs.
Among the locust's blossoms faint,
And drunk of perfume, nods the Jay.
The mourning-dove, with sad complaint,
Flits through the elders gray.
The sparrow chirps within the grass,
Joe-pie-weed hides the whistling quail.
The blackbirds at their daily mass
Chant anthems in the swall.
The brown thrush in his trailing flight
From shrub to hedge, from hedge to
vine.
The freckles on his breast as bright
As bubbles on new wine.
Will droo a soulful lyric here,
A half-song sonnet there.
In notes as running water clear.
Beseeching as a prayer.
Here and everywhere, and always.
The langorous summer through,
In briery vine-wreathed hallways
The catbird's song is due.
He sings the summer sunshine la.
The autumn sunllirht down.
While I, in homely stanzas, pin
These plaudits in his crown.
•—C. H. Doing, in Washington Star.
(y CHA KjMCi at-® & 3
(.Copyright, 1897. by F Tennyson Neeiy.]
CHAPTE R X.—CONTIN UED.
Ehe had seated herself at the piano,
end her long, tapering fingers were
rippling over the keys. She knew full
•well he did not. care what she played,
end for herself she did not care just
then to play at all. She was thinking
of his insinuation at Marshall Dean's
expense. She was still pondering over
Mrs. Fletnher's stealthy scrutiny of
the quartermaster's team. On these
two accounts, and no other, he was
possessed of certain interest in El
inor's dark-brown eyes, and they were
studying him coolly, searchingly, as
he drew a chair near the piano stool,
and seated himself and met her look
■with a broad, encouraging smile.
Trill and ripple, ripple and trill her
■white fingers ruced over the keyboard.
"I'm sure you know this waltz, ma
jor," she was snyiug. "They played
it beautifully at the Point two sum
mers ago."
"I--ah, yes, it's a charming composi
tion—charming, though 1 don't re
call its name just now."
"This? why it's one of Godfrey's—
The Hilda,' don't you know? I'm sure
you waltz, major."
"I—ah, used to, yes. I was very
fond of a waltz," answered Burleigh,
whose best effort in that line could re
sult in nothing better than a waddle.
"But of late years I—l—since my be
reavement, have practically with
drawn from society." Then, with a lan
guishing smile, he added: "I shall be
tempted to reenter the list now," and
the major drew his chair nearer by
full an inch, and prepared to be fur
ther "killing."
"Jessie dances divinely," said Miss
Folsom. "She simply floats round a
room. You should see her waltz with
her brother, Maj. Uurleigh. They
might be waltzing here this very min
ute, if he were only home. What
can have detained him, do you think?"
"I wish 1 knew," said the quarter
master slowly. "It makes those who
are—ah—his friends, you know, anx
ious in more ways than one, because
there is—-er—nothing to warrant de
lay—nothing to—excuse it. lie should,
in fact, have been at his post, where
bis troop is sorely needed, full four
days ago," and Burleigh looked heavy
with portent.
"Is it not possible that he has found
something along the lower I.aramie—
something where his troop is needed
much more than here doing stable
guard ?"
"How can it be possible?" said Uur
leigh. "The only thing to warrant
his delay would be Indians, and there
are none south ot the Platte; or horse
thieves, and they hung the last of
the gang three months ago. Mr. Dean,
I —ah—regret to say, is fonder of fish
ing and hunting than of his legiti
mate duties, and this, I fear, is why
he is not here to welcome his sister."
The piano went rippling on, but the
brown eyes kept up their steady gaze.
In the deep bass chords now her slen
der fingers were entangled. Slowly
and thoughtfully the rich melody
swung in the proud waltz, rhythm
through the airy room and floated out
upon the summer breeze. A little line
was setting deep between the dark,
arching eyebrows, a symptom Pap
poose's schoolmates had learned to note
as a signal of danger, but Burleigh
knaw her not, as yet.
"It is odd," said she, dreamily, "that
at the Point the officers spoke so
highly of Mr. Dean, and here you
seem to think so differently of him.
It is a deep disappointment to his sis
ter that he is not here, but do you
know, major, we were saying only
this morning before you came that
there was some excellent reason for
his delay, and we'd know it within
another day."
"Oh, ah —er—of course I nope so. I
think, pardon me, that that must be
•a messenger from my office now," for
spurred boot-heels were corning
briskly uu the woodea walk. There
was a bounding step on the piazza, a
ring at the bell. The servant bustled
through the hall and threw open the
door. It was not a messenger from
the depot, but a stalwart, sunburnt
man in rough ranch garb, who
whipped off his broad-brimmed hat
and stood abashed within the hall as
he asked for Mr. Folsom.
And all of a sudden over went the
piano-stool with a crash, and out into
the hall, joyous, bounding, light as a
fairy, a vision of dark, girlish beauty,
went Pappoose.
"Why, Ned I.annion!" she cried, as
she seized the swarthy young fellow's
hands and shook thein up and down.
"Don't you know me—Winona that
used to be? Why, how'well you look!
When did you leave the ranch? llow
did you leave them? Is Hal here—or
corning?"
"We left there early yesterday
morning, mum. They're all well now,
'cept Jake, and he'll come out all
right, but we had a close call. A war
party of Sioux jumped us Wedtfesday
afternoon, and they'd a got away with
us but for Lieut. Dean and his troop.
They come along just in time —"
"Ned!" gasped Elinor, "you don't,
mean they attacked the ranch?"
"Xo'ine. We was down the Laramie
—rounding up horses. There was a
dozen bucks in the party. It's the
first time they've come across in a
year that I know of, and they won't
be apt to try it again. We shot two
of 'em and the cavalry drove 'em a
running fight, so hard that they had
to leave one of their wounded behind
them. He died in a minute. It was—"
and then Ned Lannion gulped and
stumbled and choked in embarrass
ment.
"Who was it?" demanded Mr. Fol
som, his rugged face pale and twitch
ing. his eyes full of anxiety.
"Chaska, sir. You know."
Folsom gripped him by the shoul
der. "And Burning Star —did you see
him? Was he there?"
"Yes, sir; but those boys of Lieut.
Dean's gave them a lickin' they'll
never forget. The ranch is safe as if
it was here in Gate City, only Hal he
couldn't corne himself, and he knowed
you'd be anxious for full particulars,
so he sent me in with the cavalry.
They're out at the fort now."
"Jessie!" cried Elinor, in delight that
overmastered the emotion with which
she hadi listened to the tale of her
brother's recent peril. "Marshall's here
—almost home. It's just as we said,
Jess. Do come down. He was there
just in time to save my brother's life—
to drive the Indians back to the river.
Come quick—l want to hug you!" And
her dark eyes flashing with joy and
excitement danced full upon the bulky
form of the major, slowly issuing from
the parlor door, then beyond as she
went bounding by him, all eagerness
to clasp her bonny friend in her arms
and shower her with congratulations.
And so it happened that both the girls
were at the rear of the hall entwined
in each other's arms at the foot of
the stairs when the ranchman an
swered Folsom's next question, and
then broke out with the abrupt an
nouncement: "I never see a young of
ficer handle his men better. We'd all
been in hell by this time if it wasn't
for him; yet, by God, sir, the moment
he got into the post they olapped him
in arrest."
CHAPTER XI.
That evening, when John Folsom,
half an hour earlier than the stipulated
time, drove the girls and their friend,
Lieut. Loomis, out to the fort, Maj.
Burleigh was left to his own devices,
and his face plainly showed that he
was far from pleased with the way
things were going. The news that
Marshall Dean had been placed in ar
rest by order of the commanding offi
cer of Fort Emory, following as it did
close on the heels of the tidings of
that young officer's prompt and sol
dierly handling of the crisis at the
ranch, made Folsoin boil over witli
wrath. Ilis first word was one of cau
tion, however. "Hush!" he said.
"Speak low. Yonder stands his sis
ter. The girls must not know yet."
Then, leading the way into the library
and closing the door behind them, he
demanded all particulars Lannion
could give him, which were few enough.
"The lieutenant halted the troop out
side the post," said the indignant
ranchman, "had it dismount 'there
while he rode on into report to the
commanding officer for instructions.
The colonel was taking his nap after
lunch, and the adjutant was at the
office, and what does he do but get
up from his desk solemn-like, and when
the lieutenant says: 'I report the ar
rival of troop C at the post, sir,' the
adjutant didn't answer a word, but
reached out and got his saber and be
gan buckling it around him, and then
he put on his cap and gloves, and says
he: 'Lieut. Dean, I'm sorry, but my
instructions are to place you in close
arrest, by order of Col. Stevens.' Why,
you could have knocked me down with
the kick of a gopher I* was so dum
founded! The lieutenant he didn't say
anything for a minute, but turned
wljite and looked like he could have
knocked the top of the adjutant's head
off. 'An offieer will be sent to take
charge of the troop,' said the adjutant,
'an' I suppose you'd better confine
yourself to your tent, as the colonel
means to have them camp there a day
or two, until he hears from Capt.
Brooks as to quarters.' 'Well, will you
have the goodness to say what charges
have been laid against me?' said Mr.
Dean, and the adjutant hemmed and
hawed, and 'lowed that, the colonel
hadn't formally drawn "em up yet, but
that a copy would be served 011 him as
soon as they were ready.
"Then I said I'd go right in and find
you. anil that's all I know."
And'then it was that Folsom turned
on Burleigh, with gloom in hiseye.and
said: "By the Eternal, Maj. Burleigh,
[ hope you've hid uothing to do with
this!"
"Nothing in the world, I assure you.
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JANUARY 24, 1901.
Mr. Folsom. I—l deeply regret it.
Though, as I have told you, I can hard
ly be surprised, after what lias been
said, and —what I have seen." But
the major could not squarelj- meet the
gaze in the keen eyes of the old trader,
nor could the latter conceal his sus
picions. "I know you wish to hear all
the particulars of the affair at the
ranch from this gentleman," said the
major, uneasily, "so I will leave you
with him for the present," and back
ing out into the hall he turned to the
foot of the winding staircase where
Elinor hud met her friend. The girls
were still there, their faces clouded
with surprise and anxiety. It was an
opportunity not to be lost.
"Pray do not be troubled, Miss Fol
som," said Burleigh, advancing upon
them with outstretched hand, "er—Mr.
Folsom merely wants to hear further
details from Lannion. I wish to extend
rny congratulations to you and —ah—
this young lady, first upon the for
tunate escape of your brother," and
he bowed over his distended stomach
to Elinor, "and second upon the part
played by yours," and he repeated the
bow to Jess, who, however, shrank
away from the extended hand. "It will
go far to counteract the stories that
I—ah —er —believe you know about—
that were in circulation, and most un
justly, doubtless, at —er —his expense^"
"Who put them in circulation, Maj.
Burleigh?" asked Pappoose, her brown
eyes studying his face as unflinchingly
as had her father's gaze a moment be
fore.
"That, my dear young lady I—er—
cannot surmise. They are mostly im
aginative, I daresay."
But Miss Folsom looked unmollified,
Miss Dean agitated, and Burleigh him
self had many a reason for feeling ill
at ease. Just at the time of all others
when he most desired to stand on good
terms with the well-to-do old trader
and his charming daughter he found
himself the object of distrust. He was
thinking hard and far from hopefully
as a moment later he hastened down
the street.
"Tell them to send up my buggy,
quick," were his orders as he stepped
within his office doorway. Then low
ering his voice: "Has ("apt. Newhall
returned?" he asked the chief clerk.
"The captain was here, sir. Left
word he needed to take the first train
freight or construction, it made no
difference —to Cheyenne and expected
to find a letter or package from you,
and there's two telegrams in from de
partment headquarters on your desk,
sir."
The major turned thither with sol
emn face, and read them both, his
Where was be to raise the $io,oo0?
back to his subordinate, his face to the
light, and growing grayer every mo
ment. One was a curt notification
that SIO,OOO would be needed at once at
Warrior Gap to pay contractors and
workmen, and directing him to send
the amount from the funds in his keep
ing. The oilier read as follows:
"Have all transportation putin read
iness for immediate field service. Every
wheel may be needed."
This he tossed carelessly aside. Over
the first he pondered deeply, his yel
low-white face growing dark and hag
gard.
Ten thousand dollars to be sent at
once to Warrior's Gap! Workmen's
pay! Who could have given such an
order? Who would have imagined
payment would have to be made before
July, when some reasonable amount
of work had been done? What could
laborers do with their money up there,
even if they had it? It was preposter
our! It was risky to attempt to send
it. But what was infinitely worse for
him —it was impossible. The money
was practically already gone, but —not
to Warrior Gap.
Those were days when inspectors'
visits were like those of other angels,
few and far between. The railway was
only just finished across the great di
vide of the Black liills of Wyoming.
Only as far as Cheyenne was there a
time schedule for trains, and that—
far more honored in the breach than
the observance. Passengers bound west
of that sinfully thriving town were
luckier, as a rule, if they went by
stage. Those were days, too, in which
a depot quartermaster with a drove
of government mules and a corral full
of public vehicles at his command was
a monarch in the eyes of the early set
tler; and when, added to these high
priced luxuries, he had on deposit in
various banks from Chicago to Chey
enne, and even here at Gate City,
thousands of dollars of government
greenbacks expendible on his check
for all manner of purposes, from offi
cers' mileage accounts to the day la
borer's wages, from bills for the roof
ing of barracks and quarters to the set
ting of a single horseshoe, from the
purchase of forage and fuel for the
dozen military posts within range of
his supply trains down to a can of
ajcle grease. Everyone knew Bur
leigh's horses and ha bits were far more
costly than his pay would admit. Ev
erybody supposed he had big returns
from mines and stocks and invest
ments. Nobody knew just what his in
vestments were, and only he knew how
few tliey were and how unprofitable
ihey had become. Those were days
when. as now, disbursing officers were
forbidden ta gamble, but when, not as
now, the law was a dead letter, Bur
leigh had gambled for *»srs; had. with
little remorse, ruined »>«re than one
man, and jet stood now awe-strlcken
and dismayed and wronged by Fate,
since luck had turned at last against
him. Large sums had been lost to
players as inexorable as he himself
had been. Large sums had been di
verted from the government channels
in his charge, some to pay his so-called
debts of honor, some to cover abstrac
tions from other funds, "robbing L'e
ter to pay Paul," some to silence peo
ple who knew too much{ some, ay,
most of it, in fact, to cover margins,
and once money gets started on that
grade it slips through one's lingers like
quicksilver. At the very moment when
Anson Burleigh's envious cronies were
telling each other he stood far ahead
of the world, the figures were telling
him he stood twenty thousand dollars
behind it, and that, too, when h» was
confronted by two imperative calls for
spot cash, one for ten thousand to
Warrior Gap, another for a sum almost
as big to "stake" a man who never yet
had turned an honest penny, yet held
the quartermaster where he dare not
say so—where indeed he dare not say
no.
"If you haven't it you know where
you can get it—where you have often
got it before, and where you'd better
get it before it's too late;" these
were words said to him that very
morning, in tones so low that none
but he could hear; yet they were
ringing in his head now like the boom
of some tolling bell. Time was when
he had taken government money and
turned it into handsome profit
through the brokers of San Francisco
and Chicago. But, as Mr. John Oak
hurst remarked: "There's only one
thing certain about luek, and that
is it's bound to change," and change
it had, and left him face to face with
calamity and dishonor. Where was
he to raise the ten thousand dollars
that must be sent to the post quar
termaster at Warror Gap? The end
of the fiscal year was close at hand.
He dare not further divert funds from
one appropriation to cover shortages
in another. He could borrow from
the banks, with a good indorser, but
what indorser was there good enough
but John Folsom?—the last man now
whom he could bear to have suspect
that he was in straits. Folsom was
reported to be worth two hundred
thousand dollars, and that lovely girl
would inherit half his fortune. There
lived within his circle no man, no
woman in whose esteem Burleigh so
blundered at the start. Damn that
cub who dared to lecture him on the
evils of poker! Was a boy lieutenant
to shame him before officers of the
general's staff and expect togo un
whipped? Was that butt-headed sub
altern to be the means of ruining his
prospects right here and now when he
stood so sorely in need of aid? Was
the devil himself in league against
him, that that boy's sister should turn
out to be the closest friend old Fol
som's daughter ever had—a girl to
whom father and daughter both were
devoted, and through her were doubt
less interested in the Wry man ha
had been plotting to pull down? Bur
leigh savagely ground his teeth to
gether.
[To Be Continued.]
Had an Oltject.
"After I had watched a colored man
fishing in a South Carolina brickyard
pond for 40 minutesi without pulling
up his hook," said the traveler, "I
asked hiin if he thought there were aDy
fish there to be caught."
" 'No, sah, I reckon not,' he replied.
" 'But you seem to be fishing.'
" 'Yes, sail.'
"'But perhaps you are not fishing
for fish ?'
" 'No, sah.'
"I waited ten minutes for him to ex
plain. but as he did not 1 finally asked
him what particular object he had in
view.
"'De objiek, sah,' he repeated with
out takinghisieyesoff the pond or mov
ing the pole—'de objick of my fishin'
fur fish whar dere hain't any is-, to let
de ole woman see dat I hain't got no
time to pick up de hoe and work in de
truck patch!"— Washington Post.
Tli o
The great trouble with most of us
is that we are so tJboughtless. It
never seems to occur to us that there
can be any little act of kindness
which we are called upon to do.
Sometimes it may be giving a seat
to a lady or an old man in a car.
Sometimes it may be the cheery
"Good morning!" to the conductor
as we enter or leave. Sometimes it
may be the little word spoken to the
newsboy, or the courteous thanks ex
pressed to the house servant when
her long day's work is over. Life is
made up of these little things.—De
troit -Free Press.
Rqual lu the Oecaalon.
"Hubby, dear, I can't wait to tell
what I'm going to buy you!"
"Darling wife, what is it?"
"Well, I'm going to get a silver card
tray, a bronze Hercules for the man
telpiece, and a new Persian rug to put
in the front of my dressing table.
What are you going to get for me,
Tootsey?"
"I've been thinking, Jane, and have
made up my mind to get you a new
shaving brush."—St. Louis Gobe-Dem
ocrat.
Victoria L.lkm DOICH.
Of all kinds of animals there have
never been any so favored by Queen
Victoria as the dog. Wherever she
stays she is surrounded by her pets
and her favorites are always moved
from place to place with her. She
has unconquerable aversion to cats.
SJie does not care especially for
horses or birds, but devotes herself
to her canine friends. At Windsor
the kennels contain upward of 100
dogft. —X. Buv
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toric title. A pretty story was tol.l
at tlie time o>f a little girl who wit
nessed the great duke's funeral from
the window!) of Lord Ashbirrton's
house. The child watched the mourn
ful procession pass by, and said noth
ing until the hero's horse appeared,
iis saddle empty arid the duke's
boots reversed in the stirrup*. "Moth
er." (pieried the little one, "when we
die will there be nothing left of us
but our boots?""
There is no flattery more delicate to an
unmarried man than to know a. pretty wom
an » tear®.—Town Topics.
Some people others; others help
themselves.—Atchison Globe.
On Ohio managed 112 years is threatened
with nervous prostration! His physician at
tributes it to the excessive use of tobacco
during the last 07 ytaa-s.
ConsrhlßK to roanampUon.
Kemp's Balsam will stop the Cough at
once, (io to your druggist to-dav and get i
sample bottle free. Large bottles 25 and 50
cents. Go at once* delays are dangerous.
| He—"l've_ lost a wealthy aunt." She—
j "By death?" "No. Her rieice jilted me."—
j Town Topics.
I do not believe Piso's Cure for Consump
tion has an equal for coughs and colds.—
I .John I'. Buyer, Trinity Springs, Ind., Feb.
I 10. 11)00.
Dulllty OcsHortH
j Can be made with Burnham's Hasty Jelly
. con. Delicious jellies from purest ingredi
ents. Dissolve a package in hot water and
set away to cool. (Jet a package at you
; Grocer's to-day. There are six flavors:
! orange, lemon, strawberry, raspberry, peach,
j wild cherry and the unfavored "calfsfoot"
for making wine and coffee jellies.
DATENTQ
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