Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-08-01

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for several years, but many things had
happened to prevent his marriage. At
first he had had mother and sister to
support on second lieutenants pay ;
then the sister had. married, and his
mother had died, 80 his fortune was all
his own; but at that time Doris Trow-
bridge was engaged to marry another
man.
When she found that she cared
more for Rowland than for her fance,
she broke the engagement, and was
meek, and fearful, and ashamed of her
self for month, until she and How
land arranged things satisfactorily be-
tween them. They were to have been
married six months before, but How.
land was ordered off on scout; and
three months after that she had been
at the point of death !; 80 now, though
the season was unpropitious they bad
determined to take time by the fore.
lock, make the most ofthe chance visit
of a clergyman, and be married in the
middle of July.
At this juncture Rowland was being
sent away, and he grew desperate.
Nevertheless, he said goodbye to
little Miss Trowbridge with exemplary
calmness, and was more careful than
she not to show depression.
"You'll come back, surely, won't
you ?" she begged.
"Of course, will, goosey. Don't l
20 to the agency on an average of twice
month nearly all the time ?"
II know. But some way this seems
different.
Rowland agreed with her, but he
laughed at her for all that.
"It's like the legend of Sir Olof,
isn't itP He went away the night be.
fore he was to be married, and an erl
maiden made him die."
"There's nothing 80 fascinating as
an erl maiden at the agency, more's
the pity" he told her.
Then he went and rode off under
the scorching sun in cloud of dust,
two soldiers behind him and all well
mounted. -.
The girl watched him until she
could see him no longer, and went
back into the tent to sit with q white
face and closed lips and dry eyes,
looking at the sands of the parade
ground.
Rowland held long council with
the chiefs, and very nearly succeeded
in settling che difficulties before night
fall. They talked, sitting under a
shelter of willow sticks and branches.
There was half.cured ox-hide on the
ground upon which they squatted.
Two of the Indians played monte
with pack ofgrotesque rawhide cards,
and one whitfield stick for an arrow
shaft. They liked Rowland, and they
trusted him. This was known, 80
missions of the sort usually fell to
him. He talked now and waxed very
eloquent, and the chiefs grunted as
the Interpreter translated. They were
almost won 90 him, but they post
poned their decision until they should
have time to talk matters over, 80
they babe him return after dark.
Rowland went away, after having
given the daughter of one of the bucks
bright handkerchief and having said
a few words to her out of his scanty
vocabulary. The girl looked at him
intently, with her little, birdlike eyes
twinkling, and said nothing in reply,
but smoothed the bandanna on her
knees. When he was gone, she rose
and stood in front of her tepee, to
watch him out of sight, as the fair
haired white woman had done few
hours before.
After time she put the handker-
chief on her head and went in the d.
rection he had taken.
When she found him, it was dusk,
and the coyotes had begun to whine
and bark all about them, and one faint
star glimmered in the purpling sky.
Her eyes were wonderfully bright, and
her wild gracefulness would have been
alluring to another man.
She went up behind him and touch.
ed him on the shoulder. He faced
about and asked what she wanted.
But for the bright kerchief on her
head, he would not have remembered
her. When he saw that, he smiled,
and the girl, encouraged, began a pro-
testation Of desperate, savage love
in the most even of voices and broken
of English, interspersed with Apache
and Mexican.
Howland answered her kindly, and,
to her calm toned pleading, smiled in
her tense face and turned away.
"Poco tempo, you come," she said,
gliding after him and grasping his
hand. She followed him for a few
yards, still holding his hand. "You
come ?' she insisted.
Eyes, POGO tempo, I come see your
father"
She flung the hand from her and
hurried off into the shadow, with a
low snarl.
Late at night, as Rowland left the
council of the braves, a 100 yards
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