The San Francisco call., 1895-05-19

or death for Crow Knife-poor soul-at the
hospital yonder, an rope or pinitent-
iary cell for that drunken divil in the
guardhouse tower"
whats he in the tower for2" asked
Trooper Martin. 'tAll by himself, is he :?
Too fine for the general room?"
"Too fine2 Too wise, crazed as he was"
answered Rorke, as he thrust himself in
the general prison room. "Sure, he begged
pitiful to be shut up by himself and not
put like an onrighteous Daniel into that
din o. lions-manin' two Indians an a
woild Irish prisoner or two, an they know
ing him to have his comrades blood not
dhry on his hands,
Eyes, and if things go wrong with
Crow" said Martin, ref1ectively, Il reckon
Graice will wish fire would stand his friend
again, as he was telling US it did in Mex
ico.'
'Arrah, if foire were to visit him this
night, it's him wad visit the divil in short
Order" said Rorke, looking out of the win
dow. "There's purgathory's own wind
thatH be abroad presently, an a fire
shtarted anywhere in the post wad foind
thin cartridges in the guardhouse before
we cud say our prayers. G'wan out O. this,
ye omadhauns," said he, fourishing his
broom again at the crowd that gathered
about him. "Schat down to Sudsville wild
We before your betters come to foind we
disfgurin' the landscape. Off wild We, ye
son ay a soapdish," he cried to a laun-
dress child, "and tell yer mother she
ruined my best shtable frock wild her blum
lasht week. Faith, it ran loike the legs
in yer fathers breeches the lasht fight we
were in. Bad scran to him for the worst
cobbler in the cavalry. Out wild every
mothers son of ye, he cried, diving them
all out but Kraut and Martin. Shut that
dure now, Kraut, and bar it wild the broad
av yer back till git the Schrane before the
entrance"
But Martin still had other questions to
ask, "They say the Indians of Crows
troop will be neither to hold nor bind if
that's his death wound that Graice gave
him. I'm told there's mutterings about
their having Graice out of the guardhouse
tonight, tower or no tower"
Rorke turned and gazed out of the win
dow to where the lights were beginning to
burn in the little building. 81 pity the
man." said he, 'that thries to have him
out whin Captain Leale's there to watch
him and says he shall sthay in"
"Will Crow Knife die, do you think,
corporaI?' asked Martin.
"Oi don't know. The docther believes
1t, an for the besht reasons"
The voices of ladies could be heard at the
moment at the yestibule, and presently,
with their escorts, Mrs. Farrar and Ellis,
came Fastening in; it seemed as though
10y Ai'N SoLlC Pui pOScly 10 nave one look
at the old colonels portrait before the
gathering of the rest of the party. A little
behind them, pale and with an expression
that seemed to tell of the strain through
which she had been passing, Helen Daun-
ton came, leaning on the arm of Major
Wayne, whom she led to one side, as
mother and daughter stood in front of the
| picture.
The light seems perfect" said Mrs. Far
rar. m sure l see your hand in all this
korke, and l want to thank you not only
many Christmas we both of us have seen
with the old regiment, and the first of them
l was girl bride and you wee boy
! trumpeter."
"Indade, maam.' answered Rorke
those were merry Christmases that come
afther, whin you used to come to the min,
there a-ladin' little Mashter Royle-plague
on me tongue! Phwat am sayin' of?''
Speak OF him when you will, Rorke, u