Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1896-12-10

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been ruled when one OF their numper
died; here were old Terry Rorke and
some Of the senior sergeants Of the regi.
ment; here indeed, with pallid face, was
young Lieutenant Farrar, with him Mr.
Ormsby, the ndjutant, quartermaster.
The surgeon and one or two veteran cap
tains, Major Wayne and even Colonel
Fenton himself Whoever heard Of such
an array as that attending the obesequies
Of criminal? Fort Frayne was mysti-
fed and talked of it for hours, but the
story told itself before tattoo, and the
mystery was done.
They had buried the arstborn Of the
colonel whom all men loved and honored
and mourned. and old Fenton himself
decided that, as Graice had never yet
been tried and convicted and could new
er appear before an earthly tribunal
he must be considered as innocent and
so issued the order that no military
honor should be denied except the band.
It was too bitterly cold for them to at
tempt to play, for the valves of the in
struments would freeze at once, and it
was deemed best that no sound Of the
dirge music should reach the ears Of
Marjorie Farrar. Neither she nor Ellis
knew when the funeral took place,
Mrs. Farrar learning only on the fol-
lowing day, Ellis not until weeks there
after, for. as O result Of all the long.
gradual strain. eliminating in the shock
Of that tragic night and the realization
Of tho wrong she had done the honest
man who had SO loved her, her strength
gave way, and brain fever and delirium
supervened. In the week that followed
that hapless holiday Ellis lowered on
the borderlaud 'twixt life and death.
and no man could say that the fatal
Christmastide might not claim still an
other Of the Farrars.
And that week was ono Of woe to poor
Jack Ormsby. He haunted the neighbor-
hood Of the Farrars; he hung about the
gateway, importuning the doctor, the
colonel, Kitty, Will, anybody, for It'd
ings Of the girl he loved. His fine, alert,
intelligent face was clouded with the
dread and sorrow that overcane him.
He could not see Mrs. Farrar-she rare
" moved from her stricken daughters
side-but twice he saw and talked with
Helen, and once, with her. walked out
to visit the new made grave. All that
week the shadows cast by the glare Of
the guardhouse flames seemed to wrap
Fort Frayne in gloom, and people gazed
upon the black ruins only with shud.
der.
The Indians, ever superstitious, had
professed to see the hand of the Great
Spirit in the clouds, pointing remorse-
lessly at the spot and warning them Of
further wrath to come as consequence
Of the unavenged murder Of chief
tain's SOD. Cowboys and huatlers, an
gered against the garrison because 1t
had interposed between them and their
purposed punishment Of Big Roads
band, saw here capital opportunity OF
embroiling the red men with their
white defenders BY dozens, in shiver-
ing silence, wrapped in their blankets
and seated on their scraggy ponies, the
warriors had looked on at the solemn
little ceremony, and within another day
by scores tho cowboys and settlers were
spreading the story that the white
chief had buried Tom Graice with all
the honors of war, despite his crimes and
misdemeanors. simply because he had
killed the son Of an Indian chief-the
son Of the chief whose people killed the
colonel of the Twelfth when he attack
ed the fleeing village on the Mini Pusa
three long years before. 1t was the
white soldiers way Of taunting the red
man. 1t was proof Of his real feeling
toward the Indian.
"Look out for yourself, Big Road"
said these astute, frontier statesmen.
"Chief Fenton and his soldiers have
only lured you here within range Of
their walls that they may the more
readily swoop upon you some bitter
morning and put you and your war
riors, your women and children to the
sword" In the intense cold OF the three
days that succeeded the blizzard, there
was no interchange of visits, SO to
speak, between the fort and the Indian
village, but the emissaries OF Ben
Thorpe had been busily at work. Big
Road aud his warriors had been hidden
to attend the stately funeral Of their
kinsman and friend. Crow Knife on the
morning after Christmas, and had flock
ed to the scene and lifted up their
mournful chant when the volleys flash
ed aud the crowd Of attendant soldiers
bowed their heads in mingled homage
and sorrow. That was as it should be,
but what did it mean that his slayer
should then be accorded equal honors-
aye, that more officers-chiefs-were
present at Graice's grave than when the
son Of Brule warrior was laid to rest7
This they could not fathom, and this,
DESPITE the strained relations that had
resulted in the death Of Laramie Pete.
the cowboy emissaries proved eager to
explain in their own way and to explain
to attentive ears.
"Old Fenton thought he'd done me
when he moved that bloody band up
here to the fort, said the cowboy king
10 his admiring audience over at the
saloon across the Platte. "If don'tpay
him off with compound interest within
the month and make him wish he hadn't
monkeyed with my business, call me
q coyote. He and the stuck up gang he
heads will wish to God they'd left those
Indians where they we're"
And five days after Christmas Colonel
Fenton heard Of goings on within tho
village that gave him cause to summon
his adjutant and officer Of the day, to