Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1896-09-28

| SO changed you that as yet no one has
recognized you but il 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 row he had partially recovered
himself and angrily interrupted: "Is it
my fault I'm here? Did l 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
l 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 So
many friends at court if things go
wrong"
| "You shall. rot stay here if have to
| buy you &c CO." she cried, but she
! shrank even as she spoke, as though
dreading blow, for with uplifted
| hand he sprang to 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 me? Do you realize, nv
| love, that yCur place il the army is not
III officers quarters, but down yonder
| in laundresses' alley. By the Lord, I've
| a mind
But here a dark shadow fell between
him and the slender writing object of
his brutal rage an iron grasp was laid
| Ill turn on the hand that so cruelty
crushed the white wrist. A deep voice,
| eloquent with wrath, controlled, vet
boiling, seemed to ring i'll his ears the
two words. Let go"' and then. releas-
| ing perforce his hold Oh the shrinking.
startled woman, Graice writhed in fu-
rious effort to free himself from the
| clinch Of Malcolm Leale, and writhed
i'll vain.
| You've the DEVILS own grip" he
savagely Missed through his grinding
| teeth.
I've 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.
| Lealc shouted for the corporal of the
| guard, and at the instant the cry went
echoing over the posts Of G and Z. The
sentry still writhed i'll impotent rage.
Finding his struggles futile, he once
more dashed with his tongue.
Don't be too sure of that, captain.
There are some kinds of q hold even
| your grip can't loosen"
| mo insolence. You 60 from here to
the guardhouse as it is
| oh the guardhouse and YOU,
too, ragged the soldier. hurting down
the carbine. If I'm to spend Christ
mas Ill limbo, I'm cursed if you shall
spend ii making love to N.Y. And
here, with q tigerlikc bound. his free
hand trandishinc gilstening knife, he
lurged 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. felle6 like
an OK III his tracks. aid 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 4 brace Of men, came run
ming to the spot
| Take this man to the guardhouse, :"
was the brief, stern order, as they lift.
ed Gralce, 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.
81 believe I'm killed"
Leale sprang to support him. Other
men, running to the scene, linked their
hands and made chair and raised the
poor fellow from the ground Cary
hlm 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. ask no confidence, no
explanation, but this is something in
winch l must help You. l have guessed
the truth, have not: That man is your
brother:''
MY brother. Captain Lealeo God
pity me, that man is my husbandr'
For 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 husband. Your husband. Hell.
en-: Oh, my God! And I had thought
you free to be loved, as 1 have learned
AS you have taught me-to love YOU.
Captain Leale," she cried in pity
say you DO not believe that. Oh. hear
mt! Do not turn from NE, size impIor-
ed, for III his misery he had averted his
face. 'Iou shall not think me 50 vile. "
she went On desperately. "Iacver knew
until today that you had learned to
care for me. Thought all that lad gone
with my youtE-oh, so long ago, Ionlv
asked OF life a place where | could be
useful and safe and where. by and by.
perhaps | could forget have seemed
!