Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1896-12-03
7HURM0NT Frederick County, Maryland Thursday December !, 1896

UcCc[0Dc( ], 1870
VINO are you TO pose a. guardian
angel Of the Farrarsl Who are you to
say shall to met Do you realize, my
love. that your place In the army is not
In officers quarters, but down yonder
In laundresses' alley7 By the Lord, I've
q mind
But here dark shadow fell between
him and the slender writing object Of
bis brutal rage, an iron grasp was laid
In turn on the hand that 20 cruelty
crushed the white wrist. A deep voice,
eloquent with wrath, controlled, yet
boiling. seemed to ring in his ears the
two words, LET gol' and then, releas.
ing perforoe his hold on the shrinking,
startled woman. Graice writhed In fu-
rious effort to free himself from the
olinoh OF Malcolm Leale, and writhed
in vain.
you've the DEVILS own grip" be
savagely Missed through bis grinding
teeth.
''I've = grip my man, that won't
loosen till you are past doing further
mischief here" was the stern, relent-
lens answer. Then, uplifting his voice,
Leale shouted for the corporal Of the
guard, and At the instant the cry went
eohoing over the posts Of 9 and 2. The
sentry still writhed in impotent rage.
Finding bis struggles futile, he once
more lAshed with his tongue.
''Don't be too sure Of that, captain.
There are some kinds Of hold even
your grip can't loosen. I"
mo insolenoe. You 60 from here to
the guardhouse as It ia
"D-n the guardhouse, and you,
too" ragged the soldier, hurting down
the carbine If I'm to spend Christ
mas In limbo. I'm cursed II you shall
spend it making love to N.Y. And
here, with . tigerlike bound, his free
hand brandishing Rlistening knife, he
lunged at the officers throat A 1.-the
form had come leaping like panther
up the path, and even before Helen scry
had died away Crow Knife had hurled
himself between the men and the shin.
ing blade was buried out Of sight
There was q moment Of furious strug-
gle, and then the sentry lay, felled like
an OK in his tracks, and Leale's foot was
at his throat. The knife, blood stained,
had dropped In the snow. The Indian,
his hand pressed to his side. was sway
ing slowly back as the sergeant of the
guard, with brace Of men, came run
ming to the spot.
"Take this man TO the guardhouse,"
was tho brief, stern order, as they lift
ed Graice, stunned and sodden, to his
feet. Then the captain turned to Crow
Knife. Ibid that crazy brute strike
your Are you hurt2" he asked, in deep
concern.
Captain" said the Indian slowly.
II believe I'm killed"
Leale sprang to support him. Other
men, running to the scene, linked their
hands and made q chair and raised the
Door fellow from the ground Garry
him gently to the hospital, lads. III be
with you In moment, said Leale, and
then he turned to where, trembling
terrified, Helen Daunton still stood as
though powerless to move.
'Helen-Mrs. Dauntonl First let me
see you home I ask NO confidence, no
explanation, but this Is something IN
which must help you. I have guessed
the truth, have I not1 That man is your
brotherf"
my brother. Captain Leale2 God
pity me, that man is my husband!"
For q moment not another word was
spoken. Leale had recoiled-staggered
AS though struck mortal blow.
Then, in hoarse whisper, so choked and
broken seemed his voice:
"Your husbandl Your husband, Hell
en-? Oh, my Godl And l had thought
you FREQ to be loved, as have learned
AS you have taught me-to love you.
Captain Lesle," she cried, lin pity
say you do not believe that Oh, hear
mel Do not turn from me, P" she implor.
ed, for in his misery he had averted bis
face. "You shall not think me 80 vile,
she went on desperately. "Inever knew
until today that you had learned to-
care for me. Thought all that had gone
with my youth-oh, 60 long agol Ionly
asked Of life q place where could be
useful and safe and where, BY and by.
perhaps I could forget have seemed
to myself so old and dull and sad. 50
different from the women men love that
I never dreamed it my duty to soy I was
not free. Oh. thought you were my
friend. Ny heart has been so heavy and
80 numbed have thought it dead since
that Christmas eve four years ago. All,
let me tell it to you, and you will under.
stand -Four years ago this night my lit.
tie SICK baby woke and walled with
pain. That man. my husband. was in
. drunken sleep on the floor. The baby's
osy woke hun. He swore q dreadful oath
1t tie Mttts weak, white thing in my
arms and struck 1t hard across the
mouth. don't know what wild words
I said to my husband, but told him I
would never re his face again. Then I
caught my baby to my breast, and I ran
and ran through the cold Christmas
streets, and the stars went out, and the
lights went out in the houses, and the
little baby ON my breast grew heavier
and heavier, and by and BY it was dawn,
and, oh, 30 cruelty cold, and IL open.
ed the shawl and saw Here. over.
come by the recollection, the poor woman
covered her face in her hands and burst
into wild eobbing.
And then the captain. Helen, Hell.
on, my poor, poor grill Hushi I spoke
like brute, but was hit hard. I was
your friend; am your friend. 1t is
late. You must 60 in. Take my CLOAK.