Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1896-12-05

barely 100 feet away, the dim outlines
Of the huge, hulking figure could be
seen. She knew it only too well-knew
it at q glance. Graice was standing on
post at the moment, listening apparent
ly to some faint, distant sounds Of
maudlin revelry that. rose from the un-
hallowed walls of Bunko Jim's, beyond
the Platte. With one brief muttered
prayer to heaven for guidance and
strength, she sped across the snowy ex-
panse and was at his side before he
could either halt or challenge. He never
had time to speak before impetuously
she began:
"Royle Farrar, I must speak to you
here and now. If your being here meant
only danger and harm to me, you might
do your worst, and would bear it. You
are under false name. Your life has
80 changed you that as yet no one has
recognized you, but it cannot last, and
then there will be bitter shame and per-
haps death that would lie at your door
your mothers; your poor, gentle
mother, Royle, who holds her life only
through the belief that you are no lon
ger alive to bring further disgrace to
your fathers name
But now he had partially recovered
himself and angrily interrupted: ':Is it
my fault I'm here? Did I suppose Of all
cursed places they'd send me to it would
be here, to be ordered about by my cub
Of brother, to see my noble captain
making love to N.Y.
"You dare not say it!'' she cried.
"You've had some experience Of what
I dare, my lady, and one thing dare
and mean to do is to stick it out right
here and take my chances at Frayne.
There's no other post where I'd find 80
many friends at court II things 80
wrong"
'You shall not stay here if I have to
buy you to co." she cried, but she
shrank even as she spoke, as though
dreading a blow, for with uplifted
hand he sprang 70 her side, then rough
ly, savagely, seized her slender wrist.
"Who are you to pose as guardian
angel Of the Farrars? Who are you to
say shall to mep Do you realize, my
love, that your place in the army is not
in officers quarters, but down yonder
in laundresses' alley2 By the Lord, I've
a mind
But here dark shadow fell between
him and the slender writhing object Of
his brutal rage, an iron grasp was laid
in turn on the hand that so cruelty
crushed the white wrist. A deep voice,
eloquent with wrath, controlled, yet
boiling, seemed to ring in his ears the
two words, "Let gov' and then, releas.
ing perforce his hold on the shrinking,
startled woman, Graice writhed in fu-
rious effort to free himself from the
clinch Of Malcolm Leale, and writhed
in vain.
you've the DEVILS own grip" he
savagely hissed through his grinding
teeth.
"I've a grip, my man, that won't
loosen till you are past doing further
mischief here" was the stern, relent-
less answer. Then, uplifting his voice,
Leale shouted for the corporal of the
guard, and at the instant the cry went
echoing over the posts Of 6 and Z. The
sentry still writhed in impotent rage.
Finding his 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.
"No insolence. You 90 from here to
the guardhouse as it is.
"D-n the guardhouse, and you,
too, >" ragged the soldier, hurling down
the carbine. "If I'm to spend Christ
mas in limbo. I'm cursed if you shall
spend it making love to N.Y. And
here, with tigerlike bound, his free
hand brandishing a glistening knife, he
lunged at the officers throat. A 1.-the
form had come leaping like panther
up the path, and even before Helen s cry
had died away Crow Knife had hurled
himself between the men and the shin
| ing blade was buried out Of sight.
There was 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 SHOW. 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 the brief, stern order, as they lift
ed Graice, stunned and sodden, to his
feet. Then the captain turned to Grow
Knife. "Did that crazy brute strike
you? Are you hurt?" 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 thelr
hands and made chair and raised the
poor fellow from the ground. Garry
him gently to the hospital, lads. I'll 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. Daunton! First let me
see you home. 1 ask no confidence, nc
explanation, but this is something in
which must help you. I have guessed
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