The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1897-01-21

UQOuSn ne Was, ne, ITlVdUo lOIu OTdlC0,
born Royle Farrar, was legal owner Of
all that his captain held fairest, dear.
est, most precious in all the world.
Leale's love for Helen Daunton was
something the whole garrison had seen
and seen with hearty sympathy. II
would be something to teach this proud
and honored officer that he, the despised
and criminal tough, was, after all, a
man to be envied as the husband Of the
woman his captain could now only
vainly and hopelessly love. It was bis
plan to bargain with him, to invoke h1s
aid, to tempt the honor Of a soldier and
gentleman, but for moment, at sight
Of that stern, sad face, he stood abashed.
"You wished to see me-" said Leale,
sand I will hear you now"
"I've got that to say I want no other
man to know, was the reply after an
interval Of few seconds, land I want
your word of honor that you will hold
It sacred.''
81 decline any promise whatever.
What do you wish to say?"
swell, what I have to tell you inter.
ests you more than any man on earth,
Captain Leale. I'm in hell here; I'm
at your mercy perhaps. My life is
threatened by these hounds, because by
accident that knife went into that blind
FOOLS vitals. 1t was only self defense. I
didn't mean to hurt him.
''No. was the object, clearly un-
derstand," said Leale $50 on"
swell, it's as man to man want to
speak. You know Inever meant to harm
him. You can give me a chance for JUS
tice, for life, and II can make it
worth your while''
'"That will do" was the stern re-
Spouse. emo more on that head. What
else have you to ask or say?''
"Listen one minute,' pleaded the
prisoner. ''They'd kill me here if they
could get me, quick congratulations or
troopers either. must be helped away.
I know your secret. You love my wife,
Help me out Of this here-this night
and neither she nor you will ever
Silence, you hound! Stink back to
your blanket where you belong. THANK
God my friend, your father, never
lived to know the depths of your dis
grace! Not a word!" he forbade, with
uplifted hand, as the miserable fellow
strove once more to make himself heard.
''For the sake Of the name to which
you have brought only shame you shall
be protected against Indian vengeance,
but who shall defend you against your
self? l will hear no more from you.
Tomorrow you may see your colonel, if
that will do you any good, but if you
have one atom Of decency left, tell no
man living that you are Royle Farrar, !"
and with that raging at heart, yet cold
and stern, the officer, needless Of further
frantic pleas, turned and left the spot.
But at the porch the captain turned
again. Wind and snow were driving
across his path. The sentries at the
front and flank Of the guardhouse, muf-
fled to their very eyes, staggered against
the force Of the gale. It seemed cruelty
to keep honest men on post a night SO
wild as that for no other reason than to
protect the life Of man SO criminal.
The members Of the guard, who had re-
sumed their lounge around the redhot
stove the moment the captain disappear
ed, once more sprang to attention as he
re-entered and called the sergeant to
him.
II am tempted to ask the officer of
the day to relieve those sentries and let
No. come up into the hallway" said
hi Get ho1;ox,o @bo+ with tho NO rob mo
have on the Indians, there is no posi-
bility Of an outbreak on their part.
"There isn't, sir, was the sergeant's
prompt reply. "But every man in the
garrison knows by this time that it was
the captain that blackguard aimed to
kill, and it is not the Indians alone that
would do him if they could. l find that
whenever I have had to leave the guard
house some of the men have talked
loud for him to hear, swearing that he
would be taken out and hanged at day
break. Others want to tempt him to try
to escape, SO that they can pursue him
over to town and hammer him into q
jelly there. The tower is the only place
where he can be unmolested, sir. I
couldn't guarantee his safety from some
kind Of assault, even if I had him right
here in the guardroom.
And just then a corporal came from
the little Office.
Sergeant, it's 1926. Shall I form
my relief"
The sergeant nodded assent. "I'll in
spect it in the guardroom, said he,
and as Leale turned shortly away, in
tending to go in search of the officer Of
the day and the sergeant opened the
door to let him out, Graice could be
heard on the upper floor, savagely kick
ing again at his bars.
'That man has more gall than any
man I ever met, SIR" said Grafton.
''He's kicking because we refused to
send to the barracks for his share Of the
Christmas cigars -
"Did you search him before he was
sent up there?" asked Leale. elias he
( matches or tobacco?'
Nothing could find, sir, but othe,
and sharper men have been confined
there, and I'm told that somewhere un-
der the floor or inside the walls they we
h;ddo,, thipus and he's hand in glove