The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-11-21

choice in point. of sayagery between
| them, Hal had grown up natural
horseman with love for and knoWl-
edge Of the animal that is accorded
to few. His ambition in life was to
| own a stock farm. All the education
| he had in the world he owed to the
kindness of loving-hearted army Wom-
en- at Laramie, women who befriended
| him when we'll nigh broken hearted by
his mothers death. Early he had
pitched his tent On the very spot for a
ranchman's homestead, early he had
fallen. In love with an army girl, who
married the strapping frontiersman
and was now the proud mistress of the
new and promising stock farm nesting
in the valley of the Laramie, devoted
wife and mother. The weekly stage
to the railway was the event of their
placid days except when some of the
officers and ladies would come from Ell
Their of the neighboring posts and spend
week with her and Hal. From being
delicate, consumptive child, Mrs. Hal
had developed into a buxom woman
with eXuberant health and spirits. Lie
to her might have some little monot-
ony, but few cares; many placid joys,
but only one great dread-Indians. John
Folsom, her fond father-in-law, was a
man all Indians trusted and most OF
them loved. Hal Folsom, her husband,
had many trusted and devoted friend
among the Sioux, but he had also enc
mics, and Indian enmity, like Indian
love, dies hard. AS boy he had some
times triumphed in games and sports
over the champions of the villages. AS
youth he had more than once found
favor In the dark eyes that looked
coldly on fiercer, fonder claimants, and
one girl of the Ogallallas had turned
from her kith and kin, spurned more
hnr Il hn IIT1Cr
trader when he left the reservation to
build his own nest in the Medicine
Bow, and they told a story as pathetic
as that OF the favorite daughter OF Old
Sintogaliska, chief Of the Brule Sioux,
who pinned and died at Laramie when
she heard that the soldier she loved
had come back from the far East with
a pale-faced bride. There were red
men of the Ogallallas to whom the
name of Hal Folsom was a taunt and
insult to this day, men whom his faith
er had Vainly sought to appeaSe, and
they were Burning Star, the lover, and
two younger braves, the brothers of
the girl they swore that Hal had lured
away.
South of the Platte as it rolled past
Frayne ard Laramie, those Indians
were bound by treaty not to go. North
of the Platte, Hal Folsom was warned
never again to venture. These were
stories which were well known to the
parents of the girl he, wooed and won,
but which probably were not fully
explained to her Now, even behind
the curtain of that sheltering river,
with it's thanking forts, even behind
the barrier of the mountains of the
Medicine Bow she often woke at night
and clutched her baby to her breast
when the yelping of the coyotes came
rising on the wind. There was no
woman in Wyoming to whom war with
Red Clouds people bore such dread
possibility as to Hal Folsom's wife.
And SO, when Marshall Dean came
riding in one glad June morning,
bronzed. and tanned, and buoyant, and
tossed his reins to the orderly who
trotted at his heels. while the troop
dismounted and watered sit the stream,
Mrs. Folsom's heart was gladdened
by his confident. and joyous bearing
Twice, thrice he had seen Red Cloud
and all his braves, and there IT'S
nothing, said he, to worry about.
ugly, of course they were; got some
imaginary grievances and talked big
about the war path. Why, what show
would those fellows have with their
old squirrel rifles and gas-pipe Spring
fields against our new breechloaders?
They know it as we'll as We do. It's
all a bluff, Mrs. Folsom. You mark
my Words,'' said he, and really the
boy believed it. Frequent contact with
little respect for their skill or prowess
until that contact becomes hostile, then
it's time to keep every sense on guard
and leave no point uncovered.
But what if the Indian bureau hould
let them have breech-loaders? she
anXiouslyo asked.T YoaAknoW that is
Red Clouds demand
Oh said Dean, with confidence
born of ineXperience in the bureau
ways, they couldn't be such fools
Besides, if they do he added hope
fully, you'll see my troop come trot-
ting back full tilt. Now, I'm counting
on good time at Emory, and Oh
bringing your sitter and mine up here
to see you"
1T will be just lovely" said Mrs
Hal, with a woman's natural but I'M
spoken comparison between the sim
plicity of her ranch toilet and the
probable e1egancies of the young Ia.
dies Eastern costumes. They'll find
us very primitive up here in the noun
tains, I'm afraid; but if they like seen
cry and horseback riding and fishing
there's nothing like it.
ooh, they're coming sure. Jessies
letters tell me that's one of the big
treats Mr.. Folsom promised them. Just
think, they should be along this week.
and / shall be stationed so near them
at Emory-of all places in the world
How long is it since you have seen
Elinor-'PappoOSe, as your sister calls
her." asked Mrs. Hal, following the
tain of womanly thought then drift
ing through her head, as she sat be-
fore her visitor a trimming goblet of
buttermilk.
1.-TWO years. She was at the Point a
day or two the summer of our gradua-
tion," he answered earelessly. "a $3.50.
little Indian girl she was, too, so dark
and shy ard silent, yet I heard Prof.
Ms daughters and others speak Of
her later; she pleased them so much,
and Jessie thinks there's no girl like
her"
and you haven't seen her since
rot even her picture?" asked Mrs. Hal,
rising from her easy chair Gust let
me show you the one she sent Hal
last week. I think there's surprise n
store for you, young man." was her
mental addition, as she tripped within
doors.
The nurse girl, a half-breed, one of
the numerous progeny of the French
trappers and explorers who had mar
the burly little son and heir to sleep
in his Indian cradle, grooming some
song about the firef1ies and Heecha
the big-eyed owl, and the mother
stopped to press her lips upon the
round cheek and to flick away a tear
drop, for Hal II. had roared Justify
when ordered to his MONDAY nap
Away to the northward the heavily
wooded heights seemed tipped by f1eecy,
summer clouds, and off to the north
east Laramie peak thrust his dense
crop of nine and scrub oak a hove the