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THE SONGS OF SUMMER.
Oh, many a SOUR the summer sings.
To many a listening heart,
Whin the forest rlnes with the Carolines
That forth from u bird-throat start.
Cor the youthful one.s there Is aye a
strain
Of hope in the viorant air,
WChtl.; their eyes are bright and thei'r
hearts are light,
And the Future seems so fair.
But another song for the prime of life.
By the breeze Is borne along,
Like a martial strain is its bob! refrain,
Be valiant, and brave and strong.
There is work to do. there are heights to
gain.
And crowns for the hero-brow.
There are harvests bright for the reap
er's might,
And the gulden hour is now.
But the summer sings for the aged ear
A sane that is sweet and low,
Like a distant strain, as it throbs again
With joys of the long ago;
"Tis a psalm of praise and a hymn of
peace.
With Its memories fair and fond, ,
And a chord at last that binds the Past
To the beautiful Beyond.
-Lalia Mitchell, In Farm Journal.
GEntRAL. If * 1 11
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{Copyright, J&J7. by F Tennyson Neely.J
CHAPTER XIII.
And now indeed came for Marshall
Dean a time in which he could see a
divided duty. A camp of wood-chop
pers in one of the deep, sequestered
valleys of the mountains had been sud
denly set upon by a host of mounted
Indiaus that seemed, like the warriors
born of the dragon's teeth, to spring
up from the earth, and yefling like
fiends bore down upon the little guard.
Happily for the woodclioppers, but un
luckily for Lo, the commander was a
cool-headed veteran of the late war
who had listened time and again to
yells as frantic and had withstood
•charge after charge ten times as de
termined. Most, unluckily for Lo the
Infantry company was armed with
the new Springfield breech-loader,
and when the band came exultantly
on, having, as they supposed, drawn
the fire when full four hundred yards
*way, they were confounded by the
lively crackle and sputter of rifles
along the timber in front of them, top
pling many a dashing warrior to earth
and strewing the ground with slaugh
tered ponies. That charge failed, but
they rallied in furious force. There
were only 40 soldiers; they had
600 braves, so on they came again
from three different points, and again
•did Powell's sheltered blue-coats scat
ter them like autumn leaves before the
storm. Thrice and four times did they
essay to stampede the soldiers and
■weep off their own dead and wounded,
and each time they were soundly
thrashed, thanks to cool courage and
the new breech-loaders. And lied
Cloud, cursing his medicine men, drew
off his baffled braves and the hills that
night resounded to their vengeful war
whoops and eelioe'd back the wailing
of the Indian women mourning over
the slain. "All well enough so far,
lads," cried Folsom, when he heard the
news. "Machpealota is unmasked. It's
war to the knife now, so for liod's sake
«end all the troops you can muster to
the aid of those already up there in the
Big Horn. Next time he hits he'll have
•II the Northern Sioux at his back,
yon mark my words!"
But, who the devil is John Folsom?
••aid the bureau again. Arrest Red
'Cloud. Hring his band in prisoners,
were the orders to the agents, and the
agents called for troops togo and do
their bidding. It's one thing, as I've
had occasion to say before, to stand
off with breech-loaders a thousand In
dians armed only with old percussion
cap muskets, squirrel rifles, bows,
clubs and lances; it's another thing
for soldiers armed even with the best
the market affords, to march into an
Indian position and ari-est an Indian
chief. There were not soldiers
enough north of the I'latte to do it,
and the war department knew it if
the bureau didn't. Hence the muster
ing in force along the river, and the
mounting in hot haste of perhaps ten
more troops and companies, nowhere
near enough for the work in hand,
but all the nation had within a
mouth's march that could possibly be
spared from other work and work
more important.
And there was wrath at Emory,
where the colonel found himself or
dered to send all his transportation to
Frayne forthwith, and all his remain
ing troops except one of foot. "Dam
nation! I've only got two companies
of foot," he screamed, in the shrill
trebel of piping senility. "And they
metn to rob ine of my cavalry, too!
'C troop is ordered to be held ill
■readiness for special service."
The transportation, consisting of
three wagons and two ambulances,
with the somber company of infantry,
started next day, however, and Dean,
with eager expectancy, kept his men
In camp, cooked rations ready, am
munition pouches filled, arms and
equipments overhauled and in perfect
order, horses examined and reshod,
.ready for the word that might come
•*ny minute and carry him—he knew
f«ot whither. Folsom and the girls
lhad to drive back to dinner without
>hiin. Despite the permission sent by
tfbe colonel, he would not leave his
tfoup and go in town. So back t.hey
«me in the soft moonlight and spent
a long, lovely summer evening with
him, while the band played melodious
ly in the fort inclosure, and the stars
twinkled over the peaks or the
Rockies in the southern skies. Fol
som spent the hours wiring to Omaha
.sad conferring with such otticjr* as
he could reach. They thought the les
son given Red Cloud would end the
business. He knew it, would only be
gin it. Burleigh, saying that he must
give personal attention to the selec
tion of the teams and wagons, spent
the early evening in his corral, hut
sent word to Folsom that he hoped to
see him in the morning on business
of great importance, lie had other
hopes, too, one of them being that
now the order to scud that big sum
in currency to the new stockade
would be revoked. He had lost no
time in suggesting to the chief quar
termaster of the department the ex
treme hazard. He quoted Folsom as
saying that before we could send 100
rai'n to Warrior Gap Red Cloud could
call 5,000, and the chief quartermas
ter, being a man o£ method and a
stranger to the frontier said, as said
the bureau: "Who the devil is John
Folsom? Do as you are told." Rut
that answer only came the following
day. Meantime there was respite and
hope.
Long lived that beautiful evening in
the memory of four young hearts. A
sweet south wind had been gently
playing all day and left the nijflit
warm and fragrant of the pines and
cedars in the ■ mountain parks. All
Fort Emory seemed made up of wom
en and children now, for such few sol
diers as were left, barring the bands
men, were packing or helping pack
and store about the barracks. From
soon aftereight until nearly ten the mu"-
sicians occupied their sheltered wood
en kiosk on the parade, and filled the
air with sweet strains of waltz or
song or stirring martial melody.
For an hour, with Elinor Folsom on
his arm, young Dean was strolling up
and down the moonlit walk, marvel
ing over the beauty of her dark, yet
winsome face, and Loomis and Jessie,
stanch friends already, sauntered
after them. For a time the merry
chat went on unbroken. They were
talking of that never-to-be-forgotten
visit to the Point—Pappoose's first —
and of the hop to which the tall ca
det captain took the timid school
girl, and of her hop card and the
distinguished names it bore, as names
ran in the old (Jays of the battalion;
of Roy, who danced so beautifully and
rode so well—he was with the —th
cavalry now somewhere along the
U. P., said Dean —and of Hillings, the
cadet adjutant; he was with u light
battery in Louisiana. "Where this
Capt. Newhall is stationed," inter
rupted Pappoose, with quick, upward
look. "1 wonder if he knows him, Mr.
Dean."
"He doesn't like him, I'll venture to
say," said Dean, "if Newhall doesn't
suit you and Jessie, and, I'm sure I
shan't." And then they went onto
talk of the lovely dance music they
had at the Point that summer, and
how bewitchingly Elsen used to play
that pretty galop—"Puckwud jies"—
the very thing for a moonlit night.
One could almost see the Indian
fairies dancing about their tiny
fires.
"It was that galop—my first at
West Point—that I danced with Ca-
They rallied in furious force.
det Capt. Dean," said Pappoose, look
ing blithely up into his steadfast
eyes. "You've no idea what a proud
girl I was!" They were at the upper
end of the parade at the moment. The
kiosk was only 50 yards away, its
band lights sparkling under the can
opy, the moonlight glinting on the
smooth surface of the dancing floor
that an indulgent post commander
had had placed there. Half a dozen
young garrison girls, arm in arm and
by twos, were strolling about its
waxen face awaiting the next piece;
and some of them had been importun
ing the leader, for at the moment, soft
and rippling, sweet and thrilling,
quick and bewitching, the exquisite
opening strains of "Puckwudjies"
floated out upon the night.
"Oh, Jess! Listen!" cried Elinor, in
ecstasy and surprise, as she turned
back with quickly beating heart.
"No, no, indeed!" replied her sol
dier escort, with a throb in his breast
that echoed and overmastered that in
her own. "No time to listen—come!
It was your first galop at the Point—
let it be our first in Wyoming." And
in a moment more the tall, lithe, sup
ple, slender forms were gliding about
the dancing floor in perfect time to
the lovely music, but now her dark
eyes could not meet the fire in the
blue. Following their lead. Loomis
and Jessie joined the dance. Other
couples from along the row hastened
to the scene, la five minutes a lively
hop was on at Emory, and when at
last, breathing a little hurriedly and
with heightened color, Elinor Folsom
glanced up into his joyous and beam
ing face—"You had forgotten that
galop, Mr. Dean." she archly said, but
down went the dark eyes again at his
fervent reply.
"Yes, I admit it; but so long as I
live I'll never forget this."
Small wonder was it that when Bur
leigh came driving out at tattoo for
a brief conference with the colonel,
his sallow face took on a darker shade,
as he suddenly caught sight of that
couple standing at the moment apart
I from the dancers, seeing neither tliein
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1901.
nor him, hearing for th«. moment no
music but that, which trembled in the
tones of his deep voire, for JClinor was
strangely silent.
"Marshall Dean," whispered Jessie
that night, as she hugged him be
fore being lifted to her seat, "tell
me true, wasn't Pappoose's picture in
your heart pocket? Didn't that bul
let crease it?"
"Promise on your honor not to tell,
Jess," he whispered.
She nodded delightedly.
"Yes, and what's more, it's there
now!"
Early on the morrow came further
news. Troops from Steele and Bridger
were on the move, but no word came
for the cavalry at Emory, and .Mar
shall Dean, hitherto most eager for
field service, learned with joy he felt
ashamed to own that he had still an
other day to spend in the society of
Jessie and her friend. But how much
of that elation Jessie could have
claimed as clue to her every sister
whose brother is in love can better
tell than I, At eight they came driv
ing out to hear the band at guard
mounting, though, to old Pecksniff's
pathetic sorrow, he could mount only
twelve men all told. That ceremony
over, they watched with kindling eyes
the sharp drill of Marshall's troop;
that soldierly young commander, one
may feel well assured, showing his
men, his horses, and himself off to
the best of his ability, as who would
not have done under such scrutiny as
that. Loomis was with them, but Eli
nor drove, for her father had urgent
business, he said, and must remain at
his office. Maj. Burleigh, he added,
was to meet him, whereat the girls
were silent.
"If you'could have heard the major
pleading with that cantankerous old
fool at the fort in Marshall's behalf
you would get over your wrath at
Bifrleigh just as 1 did," said Folsom,
to both, apparently, and still neither
answered. Burleigh was evidently
persona non grata in the eyes of
both. "He tells me Capt. Newhall is
still here, waiting for a train to be
made up to run back to Cheyenne. I'm
afraid I'll have to ask him to bring
the captain to dinner to-day. Do
you tiiink Mr. Dean will care to
come?" he asked.
"I think he wotild rather not leave
camp," said Jessie, slowly. "Orders
may come any minute, he says."
"Yes. I suppose so," answered Fol
som, vaguely relieved. Something told
him that there was antagonism be
tween the young fellow and Burleigh
that would be apt to involve Newhall,
too. "I'll ask them both, if you don't
very much mind," he went on, whis
pering to Elinor. "And will you tell
Mrs. Fletcher? How is she this morn
ing?"
"Jusfas usual, papa. She says she
has rather violent headaches once in
awhile, and she thinks it prudent to
keep her room to-day. But I can at
tend to everything." Indeed, thought
the daughter, she wished she had it all
to do.
And so Folsom had gone to meet
Burleigh, and the girls had planned,
at least Jessie had, that Marshall aft
er drill should ride beside them into
town and have a chat in the parlor
while she wrote to mother in the li
brary. But a thing happened that no
one could have foreseen. Just before
drill was over and while they were
still watching it from their seats in
the covered wagon, a buggy drove up
alongside and Maj. Burleigh jumped
out, gave the reins to his companion,
and bade him come to him as soon as
he had finished what he wished to do
at the sutler's. The major's face was
perturbed, that of his companion
looked black and ugly. It was Capt.
Newhall, and something' was amiss.
The latter barely tipped his hat in
driving away, the former heaved a
sigh of relief, then turned to greet
the girls.
Ten minutes passed in constraint
and awkwardness. Burleigh felt that
lie was unwelcome, but his eyes were
fixed in fascination on Elinor Fol
som, and he could not go. Presently
drill was dismissed, and Dean, ail
aglow, came galloping up. his orderly
trumpeter following. Not until he
had joyously greeted both the girls
did he see who was standing by the
forward wheel on the opposite side.
"Good morning, Mr. Dean," said
Burleigh, affably. "I never saw that
troop look so well."
"Good morning, sir," said Dean, cold
ly. Then turned to speak again to
Miss Folsom when the buggy came
whirring back.
"He isn't here, Burleigh," said the
occupant, petulantly. "He's in town,
and you've got to tiud him right off.
Come on!"
Burleigh turned livid. "Capt. New
hall," he said, "you fail to notice 1 am
with friends."
"They are friends who will be glad to
get rid of you, then," replied the
stranger, thickly, and it was easy to
see that he had been drinking. All the
same Burleigh went.
CHAPTER XIV.
Another day Dean and Troop Cwcre
held in camp awaiting orders for spe
cial service, and no orders came.
"Old Pecksniff" had an eye for pretty
girls, a trait by no means rare in sol
diers old or young, and prettier girls
than Pappoose or Jessie he had never
met. Mrs. Stevens was accordingly
bidden to invite them to luncheon that
very day, and Dean and Loomis were of
the party, as were other young people
of the post, and, despite the rising war
clouds in the north and the recent un
pleasantness at Emory and an odd
manner indicative of suppressed ex
citement on part of both Dean and
Loom*?, a very joyous time they had
until the damsels had to drive home to
dress for dinner. Folsom had named
six as the hour. Burleigh, Newhall
and the two boys were mentioned as
his guests. Burleigh accented for self
and partner, Loomis for himself, with
mental reservation. Dean at once liaJ
begged ta be excused. After the morn
ing'* disappearance o i Burleigh and
"Surly." as Miss Folsom promptly
named the pair, Marshall had ridden
into Gate City at the side of the Fol
som carriage, and was welcomed by
the old trader himself, who looked
pained when told he could not attend
the dinner. "Sureiy Col. Stevens will
let you off," said Folsom, but that ob
viously was not the reason.
"I'm the only officer with my troop,"
said Dean, "and so cannot ask."
Hut when Folsom iuuk his daughter
in his arms a little later and inquired
whether there was not some graver
cause behind the one assigned Elinor
calmly answered that she thought
there was, and that the cause was MaJ.
Burleigh.
"But, daughter dear," said he, "that's
just one reason I wish to bring them
together. Then Dean could see how
•pleasantly disposed the major is," and
he was amazed when she replied:
"Maj. Burleigh may be pleasantly dis
posed, but Mr. Dean is not by any
means, nor would 1 be were I ia his
place, papa."
"My child," said he, "what do you
know about it?"
"Everything that Jessie knows, be
sides what we heard on the train. Maj.
—Mr. Dean told her of several tilings
Maj. Burleigh had said and done to his
discredit, and no wonder he declines to
dine with a man who has deliberately
maligned him."
"I wish 1 had thought of that," said
Folsom, his knotty hands deep in the
pockets of his loose-fitting trousers.
"1 saw Burleigh this morning on some
business, and he seemed to want to
help Dean along. What took him out to
the fort, do you suppose?"
"I don't know." she answered, grave
ly. "He had Capt. Newhall with him
in quest of somebody who wasn't
there."
"All, yes, Griggs, the sutler. I heard
of it," interposed Folsom, fingering lijs
watch chain.
"Very possibly. The captain was
ugly and rude in manner and Maj.
Burleigh very much embarrassed. In
deed, daddy dear, I should not be great
ly surprised if others of your party
failed to come."
"Burleigh, do you mean, or his queer
guest ?"
But Pappoose did not reply. She
seemed listening intently, and then
with swift, sudden movement darted
across to the heavy Navajo blanket
portiere that hung at the doorway of
a little room back of the library. Her
voice was far from cordial as she
asked:
[To Be Continued.]
DOGS DISTURB SERVICES.
Slorlra with Aiiiualns Pentnre* About
Interruption* of Divine Woe
► hip In Great ltrlluln.
A Glasgow paper reports that in a
country church on Sunday forenoon
the service was practically stopped for
a short time owing to the noise caused
by a couple of dogs outside which
started worrying each other. A cor
respondent who sends us the cutting
tells another Scotch story, says the
Westminster Budget. It was once
usual for Highland shepherds to take
their dogs to church and leave them
outside the pews. Two shepherds at
enmity sat on opposite sides of the
aisle one Sunday. Soon after the ser
mon began the dogs—-one a collie and
the other not —seemed to enter into
their masters' quarrel. One tender of
the flock and then the other egged on
his animal, and each faithful dog
obeyed his master. The people at last
craned their necks over the pews, and
when the dogs actually fought not a
few of the congregation were upstand
ing. The minister's patience was ulti
matey exhausted, and so he called to
his "hearers" and said: "Ah, weel, my
britherin, I see ye are more interested
In the dog fight than in my sermon,
and so I'll close the buike—and I'll
bet half a crown on the collie!"
There is a story told of a dog who
entered church near Sheffield during
celebration of holy communion, some
years ago, and waited at the com
munion rails as the worshipers knelt
there, as though he. too, ought to be
fed. And Rev. W. Melland, rector of
Port Eynon, Swansea, has recorded
this: One summer Sunday he was
preaching in the church of Penrico
(an adjoining parish) and pointing
out to the congregation the marvelous
faith of the Syro-Phoenician woman
to whom our Lord said: "It is not
meet to take the children's bread, and
to cast it to dogs;" to which seeming
rebuff she replied: "Truth, Lord; yet
the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall
from their masters' table." While he
was uttering these words a large dog
entered the church, deliberately
walked up the pulpit stairs, stood for
a few moments as if expecting to hear
something more about his species, qui
etly went down again, and left the
church.
The Trickster TrleUed.
A card sharper who had evidently
been doing the races joined a small
group of farm servants in a public
house. Failing to interest the com
pany in the mysteries of three-card
monte. he exclaimed, in desperation:
"Well, look here, gents; I'll bet any one
of you five shillings I can cut the ace
of spades, any of you to shuffle and ar
range a deck of cards as you like," at
the same time producing the pack,
which he pushed toward a colored vic
tim, who agreed to accept the wager,
took up the pack, shuffled them and
then placed them on the table.
The sharper then took his knife and
cut his pack clean through, at the same
time saying: "There! I've cut the
ace."
"Naw you hain't, neither." quietly
said the darky, grinning. "The ace o"
spades is up my sleeve —see!"— Collier's
Weekly.
niKht in Hl* I.inc.
The Man—What do you think yom
father will say when he hears y-lu
have broken a neighbor's window.
The Boy—That's all right. Dad'* a
glazier.—Chicago Evening
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Bertha —The most, natural reason in the
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When a visitor announces that he i«
only stopping over between trains, his
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tomobile without killing something, but
with my gun never."—Le Rive.
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.vith fleas. — Danish Proverb.
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