The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-01-10

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Sxc4ing events q thsmofnlegl Hayne'.
emancipation from the last vestige of
suspicion, Clancy's capture. confession
and tragic death, Mrs. Clancy's flight
and probable future. At Rayner's peo-
PIE spoke of these things very guardedly.
because every one saw that the captain
was moved to the depths Of his nature.
He was solemnity itself, and Mrs. Ray.
ner watched him with deep anxiety,
fearful that he might be exposed to some
thoughtless or malicious questioning.
Her surveillance was needless, however:
even Ross made no allusion to the events
Of the morning, though he commune
Gated to his fellows in the subsequent
condolences Of the club room that Midas
looked as though he'd been pulled
through series Of knot holes. Looks
more's though he were going to his own
funeral than on leave" he added.
|. As for Hayne, he had been closeted
with the colonel and Maj. Wajdron for
some time after his rsturn-a conference
that was broken in upon by the startling
news Of Clancy's death. Then he had
joined his friend, the doctor, at the hos
pital, and was still there, striving to
comfort little Kate, who could not be in
duced to leave her fathers rapidly stiff
ening form, when Mrs. Waldron rc-en-
tered the room. Drawing the child to
her side and folding her lnothcrly arms
about her. she looked up in Haynes pale
face:
"They are going in five minutes. Don't
you mean to see hort"
mot there-not under his roof or in
that crowd. will 80 to the station"
II must run over and say good-by in a
moment-when the carriage goes around.
Shall-!shall I say you will Conner
There was light in his blue eyes she
was just beginning to notice now as she
studied his face. A smile flickered one
instant about the corners of his mouth,
and then no held out his hand:
:. ''She knows BY this time, Mira. Wal
dron." .a.
An hour later Mrs. Rayncr vas stand
ing on tho platform ut the station, Ross
and others Of her satellites hanging about
her; Capt. Rayncr was talking in SUBJ
dued tones with one or two Of the senior
officers: Miss TEavers. looking feverishly
pretty. was chatting busily with Royce
and Foster, though close observer could
have noted that her dark eyes often
sought tho westward prairie over which
wound the road to the distant post. 1t
was nearly train time, and three or four
horsemen could DO seen at various dis
tances, while. far out towards the fort,
long skirmish lines and fluttering guidons
were sweeping over the slopes in mimic
war array. -. - Ay
shave missed oil this. )" she said, point
ing to the scene; land do love it 60 that
itseems hard 10 go just % all the real
soldier lno is beginning"
Goodness knows you've had o0ers
enough to keep you here" said Foster,
with not the blithest laugh in the world.
ANY girl who viii 60 east aud marry q
cit and leave six or seven penniless subs
signing behind her, have my opinion OF;
she's eminently level headed" he added,
with rueful and unexpected candor.
II have hopes At Miss Travers yet
doomed Royce, in his ponderoas bosso;
mot personal hopes, Foster-you needn't
feel for your pistol-but believe that
her heart is with the army, Nike tho SOL
diers daughter she is" And, audacious
a. was the speech and deserving of in
stunt rebuko, Mr.. Royce was startled to
sec. her reddening wildly. He would
have plunged into hasty apology, but
Foster plucked his sleeve:
= "Loo3a' who's coming, you galoot! She
hasn't heard word either of us has said."
And though Ncllio Travcrs. noting the
sudden silence, burst into an immediate
and utterly Irrelevant lament over the
loss Of tho Maltese kittcn-whicl, had
not been seen oil that day and was not
to DO found when they camo away-it
was useless The effort was gallant, but
tho namo in llcr cheeks betrayed her a.,
throwing his rcins to tho orderly, who
followed him, Mr.. uayne dismountcd ut
the platform and came directly towards
her. To Mrs. Rayncrs ::nspeakable dis
may, he walked up to tho trio, bowed
low over tho little glovcd hand that was
extended in answer to tho prefer of his
own, and next she saw that Royce and
Foster had. as though by tacit consent,
fallen back, and, corain puhlico, Mr..
Hayne was solo claimant Of the regards
Of her buLy sister. There was but one
comfort in the situation: the train was
in sight. Forgetful, reckless for the mo-
ment. Ut what was going on around her,
she stood gazing Mt tho pair.
No woman could fail to read the story;
no woman could sec his face, his eyes,
his whole attitude and expression, and
not read therein that old, old story that