St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-07-22

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be as savage as red men sometimes.
When the moon arose that night not one
| OF the tribe of which Scream of the
| Eagle had been chief remained alive.
| TO use the words Of one of the officers,
"the nest of serpents had been utterly
destroyed"
CHAPTER XIV.
When was safe at the fort, where l
found Mrs. March, who had preserved
my little gray bag, with the papers it
contained. the thought that [ had muir
| dered man gave me some very rest
| less hours. | wondered that Arthur
could love me as we'll, even though it
| had been done for mis- sake. But he
called me his good angel, and know
not what else to comfort me, and |
found that [ had become a heroine
among the ladies of the fort. Letters
had arrived for ME from Friends Smith
and Brown and from Maria. l will
quote portion of hers.
Friend Anna: L take up my pen in
hand to let thee know that | am we'll.
and hope thee are the same. Jonah is
Ewell. Mother Hancock is likewise in
Eusual health. We have little boy, who
is very comely, and Jonah is pleased,
because when he is aged and passed
| work he will have some one to succeed
him in the concern. Otherwise, l
Rshould have liked little girl. But
| these things are as Providence wills, of
| course.
II will surprise thee by telling thee
that l have been a journey to Oaktown,
where thee remembers we lived with
good friend Warrington. All Is as
luSual there. l could but shed tears
twhen / saw the ruins of the home.
However, l had pleasant surprise.
fFriend HOtv. who was so brave at the
time of the fire, did not die. He recov-
cred. and in dressing the wound in his
head, the surgeon found the bullet
| which has been all the while in his
brains. On its removal he became sane
! again."
Thou wouldst not know him he is 80
proper and self-contained. He re-
| membered me and shook hands and
asked after thee. His real name is, it
seems, not Hoty, it is Philip March.
and i'll his insanity he wandered hither
from Southern town, the name of
which have forgotten. He has writ
ten to old friends, but they are all dead
or gone away. No one remembers him.
This makes him very sad. though the
people of the village are all his friends
and make him welcome, and [ am told
that he laments the probable death of
his wife, of whom he can hear no news.
For her sake it was that after the
wicked fashion of the worlds people.
he fought duel and received the
wo und that dlsordered his intellect"
This portion of my letter was so in
teresting that read it aloud 10 Mrs.
March, telling her all l knew of my
dear Don QuiXote. While ] was talking
a little cry from her lips alarmed me.
looked up and saw that she was nearly
| for / t,h nr "a cl,
to me, sobbing. Let no woman say
that her life is over" she said. anna,
Philip March is my husband. AS he
thinks ME dead. SO have | believed MIN
to be-" And then she. who had always
been so reticent, poured out the whole
story OF her life. 1t was q stoi.J purely
of the South. Her husband had not
doubted her, but blood alone could
avenge a light word spoken of his wife.
We know the result of the duel.
For months the unhappy wife watched
her demented husband, who did not
recognize her. but believed himself to
be the Knight OF La Mancha. and in
sisted that she should call him Don
Quixote. One day he escaped heI watch
fulness and wandered away. A body,
supposed to be his, was found in the
river, and having paid the last respects
to the remains she left Virginia, as she
supposed. forever.
Nov that 1 know he lives" she con.
Guided, Il believe that Heaven intends
that l shall and must be happy"
II am sure of it," said, and letters
! were written, messages sent to the
proper quarter, and one day as we sat
t.together a servant announced a gentle
man for Mrs. March.
Never shall l forget the expression
iswith which she looked toward the door
or how my heart beat as / saw standing
Ion the threshold my own dear Don
Quixote, with -all his old beauty of
Efeature, but no Logger wild and gro-
1tesQue in demeanor. A grave and stately
ilgentlemau, self-contained, though evil
IDENTIFY moved by strong emotion. For q
moment his sparkling eyes rested upon
the face of Mrs. March, then lie opened
Ibis arms, and she flew into them.
| heard her Sobs, | saw HIM bow his
ahead above hers, and left them together.
q My wedding eve was close at hand.
HAD gone with Mr.. and Mrs. March to
Etheir old home, q considerable estate
having Of late fallen to my dear old
Dou.s that he was rich enough 10 have
no fear Of the future.
b AT Mrs. MARGINS home / was to be
+ married, and one day we all stood to-
gether OH the platform awaiting the
arrival of my soldier. who had been
accorded leave of absence for the occa-
sion. Mr.. Williams, the lawyer who
had assisted Mr.. March in arranging his
pecuniary affairs, was with US.
AS we paced the platform train from
the south came in, and from it alighled
young man, with whom MIR. Williams
shook hands, and whom he introduced
to us. heard him invite him to din
.. ner, and was aware that the stranger
! nd fha inuifotion mn
!, thought Of any one but my soldier at
this juncture, had no wish to join in
the conversation that enSued, and
! walked away into the waiting room.
. But in q few moments he followed
me, saying something about being tired.
He sat down beside me, somewhat to my
annoyance, but In few moments some