The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-06-16

some guest of the evening, and where he
was charmingly welcomed and made
at home, despite the fact, which dawned
upon him only with the champagne,
that he was due at the Amorys', where
similar junction was being held in
honor OF the Truscotts of the Same regi-
ment, then on the march from Kansas to
Montana. you'll rue it, Kitty, that ever
you insisted on my having Wayne for best
man" wrote poor Will, with prophetic but
unavailing protest. wayne had saved
her Willy" was the positive rejoinder, and
no one but Wayne would do. ''All right, !"
said viii, but if you find, years later,
proceedings, don't blame me-"
But here, on this glad June morning, all
sunshine and serenity aloft, all perturba-
ton at the post all raging river about it,
it looked as if the proceedings themselves
would be delayed and that instead of a
military wedding in the post chapel at high
noon, with everybody en- grande tenue,
though viii, like modern Leander, swan
this wild Western Hellespont in search of
his bride. Far away to the east the floods
had swept their battering ram of logs and
trees and dashed it against the bridge
abutments at the railway, and though the
Farrars were safely here, and had been for
several days, Kitty's train, that which bore
been brought up standing long miles to-
ward Cheyenne. and there was no telling
when the passengers could be transferred
to the waiting cars upon the hither shore.
And so, each believing the other in wait
ing at the post, bride and groom elect woke
to their wedding morn to rail at fate. 1t
would have been some comfortCould they
have known that though miles apart, they
were at least on the same side of the stream
that swept between them and the altar of
their hopes.
And there was deep anxiety under the
roof where once again the Farrars were
installed, for the mother was possessed
with the fear that Willy would be mad
enough to try to swim the stream, and
though Fenton had had his signalmen out
forblddlng any such attempt, no acknoWl-
edgment had been received to the effect
that the repeated message was understood.
An Indian, who thought he could cross at
Casper Rocks, several miles up stream,
was swept from his pony and only saved
by the strength of his horsehair lariat. A
scow that was launched at the bend was
battered to flinders, and bottle after bottle,
corked and slung long yards out into the
stream, went bobbing derisively away,
carrying their penciled contents with
them. Arrows, with silken strings at
tached, dropped helplessly in the stream.
Bullets, similarly tethered, snapped their
trail attachments and whistled over
the opposite shore and told no tale
other than that of anxiety. Every field
glass at the post, when brought to bear,
revealed Farrar at o'clock of his bridal
morning striding and probably swearing
up and down the bank, Juggling at his tiny
mustache and sprouting beard and posi-
Oily threatening self-destruction. 1t was a
thrilling scene.
Then many other people seemed bur
dened with troubles of their own. Ellis
had never recovered either strength or
spirits since the events of that Christmas
week, and her lovely face was thin and the
bright brave eyes of old were Swallowed
with pathetic sorrow, but, though this
sorrow had come into her life. another
one, much harder to bear, had been swept
aside. Ever since her lovers words had
revealed to Ellis that 1t was her own