The Red Cloud chief., 1881-02-24

came running out-oh! Ike Id muir
dcred Judge Provost-oh. AMI they
took after me, like 1 was . thief--oh
dear me!'
Served you right for tryingto kin a
little snow. bird q great boy Ike yonr'
said his sister. looking the slender Ind
over from head 10 foot
But though che administered this re-
proof, Hates black eye3 continued To
fash rcscntfully ct the treatment Le
had received. and her heart kept on
burning reyenge!ully.
Miss Kate was between fourteen and
fifteen years old. She was a bold. mas
euline girl. and was a favorite with the
rough boys of the neighborhoOd, rs
well as with a few rough girls. She
was knewn n Captain Kate for several
blocks beyond her ncighborhood linn
its. She led her hosts in skating, ard
coasting. and snow-balliDg. planning
the races and the stakes; led them in
Christmas carolings and other sercn-
AIDES; in devising and executing April
Fool tricks. in siay-basketing. in Fourth
Of Julying.
Woe TO the man, woman or child who
incurred Captain kate's displeasure.
There was sure to be D visitation, n
trick To bring the object into ridicule or.
To otherwise annoy. Those who knew
of Judge Provost's administration on
young Fanchcr, prophesied that Captain
Kate would soon be heard from on the
subject.
Sure enough, the retaliation began
that night. II came in the shape OF al
outrageous burst Of noise in which
~screcching, banging. footing. braying.
were factors; aud IL assailed the Judge
as he was drifting into a delightful half
sleeping state, AMI WAS seemingly
dropping down a peaceful bay to the
murmur of soft music. The din lasted
an hour.
The next night, Kate's clan built r
pyramid of combustibles In the fold in
front Of the Judges residence, and
there, i'm the form of three scarecrow
figures, the Provosts were burnt to
ashes amid the laughing and jecring of
4 crowd Of boys 80 z ~
1t may be that the Judge felt that
his undue severity 10 the fancher boy
merited some punishment. However
this may have been, he allowed the in
suits to pass with the remaEk that the
children would tire of the vulgar sport
IL it were not noticed. : But Fem vas
very angry. He felt that he must do
something 10 shame Captain Kate or
vcx her; but what? What could he,
one middle sized boy, do against Cap
tain Hates host?
There she comes now" he said,
looking mp the street. ''She makes her
shoe-heelS sound like n boys. | am
going to do something, If it's only TO
make a face at her." Then he heard
his mother calling him in.
"She's afraid for her little boy" was
Rates snecring taunt; .'afraid some
girl will whip him"
I'm not afraid, If she ISL exclaimed
. Fem. stoutly.
Aren't you?' said Captain Kate,
striking. his face with her fan. That's
to pay yulr father for whipping my
brothcr"
Swiftly Fenn's hand went up to strike
/, back. AS swiftly il was dropped, and
, he stood looking at her stcadfastIy, his
eyes wide and burning.
, IF you were n boy" hs said, I'D
knock YOU down.
She looked him over rs il he had
, been a grasshopper. laughed in CON
, tempt and went marching away.
This was the beginning of n fcud
, winch ran n course of eight years. the
prosecutions and retalia,ions gradually
r abating somewhat in coarsencss rs the
r two young people, year by year, put
r away childish things.
There was the valentine persecution,
, the anonymous letter persecution, the
, doggerel-verse persecution, the inSinu-
ating newspaper squib. the social cuts,
r the Sights, direct and indirect, etc.
At the end of the eight years, Fem
a and Hates brother both enlisted. for i,
was now in the time of our civil war;
, and Kate, a tall, handsome, ~forceful
|, woman, married a man OF large wealth.
. Then, from the Battle of Five Forks,
Fem was brought home dead; and his
. mother stood appalled, at finding herself
a in n world where such suffering as hers
$ could be.
When her heart emerged from its dis,
may into the next phase of sorrow. i,
remembered first her boys friends, and
. then his ancient enemy and prosecutor.
!, And whenever the thought of Kate
came, it was rs of one triumphing in
!, her grand home with her baby-boy, her
prosperous husband and her brother re.
turned, if not triumphing that her enc
! my was laid low, at least that her dear
ones had escaped.
A The bereaved mother and Madam
O Kate met as in the olden times a,
@ church. and in all the quieter of life's
walks, the one aSsertiye, naughty, the
other reticent. sad-faced aud occasion.
D ally bitter of speech.
Dmetimes, in a tender mood oil
ef, the mother would say of Kate,
Il forgive her" But ~oftener. when
she thought of him as ''poor Fenn,'
under the frozen clods, away from lighI
and sky, and warm hearth-stones and
all sweet life, then the soul sitting in
darkness would exclaim bitterly, 81
can never forgive her cruelty to him.
o She has never felt an ache for it.; she
never given me n pitying word, never
one glance of compassion"
n So it was with her on the day of the
g regimental reunion-the reunion o.
n Fenn's soldier comrades. Her heart
!, was wild in its envy of the living, and
in its jealousy for his memory; in its
n love for those who had loved him, and,
alas! its hate of his enemies.
O. She saw the bedecked city, utterine
from arch TO pyramid its words of hail
S speaking its welcome by ten hundred
8 banners; by the mouths of a Thousand
guns, and by the c~annon's roar. Oh
a how she wanted her boy there to thrill
A with the city's welcome to the heroes
n Wanted him TO feel the pride that wa;
swelling the hearts of those returning
@ soldiers! She wanted him so that sh,
would almost have plucked him from
Y the very radiance of Heaven. She
wanted him recalled to the thought o
this city, bursting with gladness; to tn,
D memory of the cheering multitude. Bur
. no M remembered him in the still
p white city on the hill.
"0nly ] am thinking of you, my
poor DEAR" she said in her heart. ~
I'M coming to you. You shall not bt
forgotten. 1 viii keep watch by YOU
?lgrave."
She put on a bonnet, drew the Grape